What's a cutie like you doing in a graveyard like this? You looking for a good time? I'm sure I can find something you'll like.😉
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Warning: power imbalance, dark content, obsession, and all around sexiness.
Summary: Powerful director Nick takes interest in a new project; you. (director!Nick Fowler, plus!reader)
I always see this gif and wanna write something so here we go.
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Nick waves you ahead of him. Your stomach flips as you climb the stairs up to the open jet door. An attendant waits inside, though she doesn’t wear a uniform like the airlines you see on TV. Just a sleek black dress and heels, her hair pulled back into a tidy chignon.
“To the right, sweetheart,” Nick calls from behind you.
You nod and follow his direction. The attendant leads you into the body of the plane. There aren’t rows like a commercial flight; there’s a cushy looking leather sofa with seat belts tucked into the corners, two seats with reclining backs and foot rests, and a whole dining set with cushioned benches.
“Sit wherever you like.” The attendant says. “I’m Cassidy and I’ll be your in-flight attendant.” She smiles. “You and Mr. Fowler.”
You introduce yourself with a squeak.
She looks past you. “Sir, is there anything I can get you?”
“Once we’re in air, she’ll want a drink. Something bubbly.” He says sternly.
“Yes, Mr. Fowler. And you’re usual?” She offers.
“I’ll have the same as her.” He shoulders by her, his eyes on you. “Sweetheart, what are you feeling? You can lay down, have a nap. Or maybe a window seat? You can watch take off.”
You rock back and forth and play with the brim of your crochet hat. “I… sure. That’s cool. I bet taking off is scary.”
He grins. “I’ll be here.” He winks and stares at you.
You clear your throat and look around. You move cautiously to the chair by the window and sit. You clutch your belt bag around your waist and lean forward to peek out the window. Your neck is alight with self-awareness.
You glance over as Nick lowers himself into the seat beside you. He’s watching you. Still.
“Sorry, I’m nervous. I drove to LA, you know? I probably said that already.” You smile sheepishly.
“Any turbulence, just hold onto me,” he assures you. “I don’t mind.”
“Um, that’s nice.” You nod and look out the window again.
“Simon’s a good pilot. Don’t worry too much.” He says.
“I’m not worried. Just… excited, I guess.”
You sit back and wait. Nick rests his arm on the rest between you. His fingers flutter.
“You sure you’re okay?” He asks.
You can hear movement in the plane as they close the doors. Voices call back and forth as they check the windows. You fidget.
“Really, it’s just… Just the other day I was running trays across a lot and now I’m… going to Venice.”
“Hollywood moves fast,” he clucks. “But not when you need it too.”
“Right, er…” You giggle, more nervous than amused.
“Hello, Mr. Fowler,” the attendant greets, adding your name as well, “we’re almost ready for take off. We need belts on.”
He flicks her away with his fingers and searches for his seat belt. You do the same. He clasps his and sighs. You take a bit longer, mindful of his observation.
“Here,” he reaches over to help you adjust the belt and the buckle finally slips in. His fingers graze your stomach, knuckles pressing into you right before he pulls away. “Nice and safe.” He brushes across the back of your hand.
“Thanks,” you eke out and turn back, lean over to the window.
You peer through as the plane clangs and juts and the engines begin to hum. The wheels start to roll and you blindly latch onto the armrest, only to grab onto Nick’s arm instead. You show your teeth and laugh at yourself, apologising before you pull away.
You stare through the window as the runway blurs under the plane and feel the tilt beneath you. The motion disorients you as you watch the world sink beneath you. You stare down at the grids of the city, the green, the tarmac, the water.
You feel a tickle on your arm, up and down from elbow to shoulder. You gasp and smile as the clouds surround you and you sit back. You look at Nick as he strokes your arm. You clamp your lips tight.
“Wow,” you say.
His fingers linger for a moment then he drops his hand away. His brow ticks. He sits back and nods. “Pretty amazing, huh?”
“Yes!” You answer. “I think so, at least. I bet for you it’s not.”
“I still enjoy it.” He says. “Even more with someone to share it with.”
“And thank you. I never… could’ve dreamed.”
The plane levels out. He takes off his seatbelt and you copy him. You wriggle in the chair and pull your purse around. You dig inside.
“What’re you up to?” He wonders.
“Oh… you don’t mind if I read?”
He shrugs and looks away. He raises his hand and Cassidy appears. She has two glasses in hand with pink wine and berries inside. She sets them on the low table in front of the chair.
“Mr. Fowler.” She dips her head.
“Thank you,” you say. Nick leans his chin in his hand. He stays like that for a minute before he drops his arm and sits up. He reaches for the glasses. “Here. Have a taste.”
He offers you a glass. You leave your book in your purse and push it to the other side of your lap. You accept the wine and look at the bubbles running up the crystal. You sniff it. It smells sweet.
You take a sip. Your cheeks pinch. You can taste the berries but the wine is still stringent enough to make you choke. You giggle and mop your lips with the back of your hand.
“Sorry,” you murmur.
“You don’t like it?” He keeps his away from his mouth.
“No, I do. I’m just not used to it. I don’t drink, you know?” You say. “Not very much.”
“You really are new to LA,” he chuckles and clinks his glass on yours.
“Yeah… I’m a total noob.”
“A noob?” He muses.
“Um, yeah…” you look at the wine as your cheeks burn. “Oh!” Your eyes flick up. “You’ll have to be my translator. I tried some duolingo but I can’t roll my r’s. I just kinda sound like I’m drowning.”
His brows arch and his cheeks dimple. He takes a deep sip of wine then pulls the glass away. He licks his lips.
“No problem at all. You’ll wanna keep close to me anyway.” He once more pets your arm. “You know, Venice is a tourist trap and lotta people know that. Easy to lift a wallet off a distracted traveller… or worse.”
“Oh?” Your eyes round.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got security. Yours now, too.” He sits back and shifts around. “You mind?” He taps the armrest between you. You shake your head and he flips it up. He settles in, closer to you. “Make sure you don’t go anywhere without me or one of my guys, alright?” He leans his head back and looks at you. “You’re precious cargo.”
When she admitted he was going to have to translate everything for her, you know his brain was instantly thinking of all the things he can get away with. 😱
I'm glad you recognize it's the "PMS Trenches" making you feel like this.
That said, I'm working from home today so I'm kissing your forehead and putting you in my pocket so I can take care of you all day. I only do that for lovable creatures.
Warnings: this fic contains suggestions of blackmail and coercion, as well as adultery. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only, explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
You voted, I wrote it. This is June 11th’s fic!
Jake Jensen + "Don't look away."
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“What about Overcooked? I can play that…” You suggest as you adjust your headphones.
You can hear shuffling on the other end. You roll your chair closer to the desk and grab your controller. There’s a long breath on the other side.
“I’m a bit cooked out.” Jake says at last.
“Wanna visit my island? I rebuilt the tea shop.” You offer.
He clucks.
“Okay…maybe I can try one of your gun games. I’m warning you, I’m not very good.”
Jake hums. He’s uncharacteristically quiet today. And when he does speak, he sounds upset.
“Hey, uh, is everything okay?” You ask.
More shifting and scratching on his mic. You push the buttons mindlessly on your controller. Is he mad at you?
“Sorry I couldn’t make the weekend. My other friends wanted to go to the cafe bookshop.” You say.
“It’s not… that.” He forces out tightly. “Can we talk?”
“Sure. I’m listening.”
“No, I mean… can I call?”
You squirm. What’s going on?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask.
“Yeah, I just… I want to show you something.”
“Erm, right. Okay. Let me just get my phone.” You say.
He ends the session as the headphones click. You remove the headset and put it aside. You grab your phone and it chimes. You nearly drop it. A video call? Okay…
You answer and prop your phone against the bottom of your monitor. You sit back so your face is fully in frame. Jake’s glasses reflect the glare of his computer screen. You’ve seen his pic in his gaming icon but he looks different. His hair isn’t all spike, his goatee is surrounded by stubble, and his shoulders are exposed as he wears only a muscle shirt that hangs low to show the top of his hair chest.
“Um… how are you?” You ask awkwardly.
“Is that a new lip gloss?” He asks.
You rub your lips together at the bubblegum glisten. “How… yes?”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m… easily distracted.” His voice eases as he grins. “Especially by cute girls.”
You swallow, confused. “Jake, what’s up?”
He sighs and stares at you. He adjusts his glasses and his jaw squares. He pushes his shoulders wide. His eyes flick between the camera and his screen.
“What did you want to show me?” You ask, nerves quavering in your voice.
“Right, right…” He claps his hands. “Let me just share my screen.”
You tap your fingers together as you lean in and wait. He disappears and a new image appears on the screen. You gasp and cover your mouth with both hands. It takes a moment for your brain to process what you’re seeing. It’s… you?
Not really. Because you’ve never taken any pictures like that. You would never. You shudder and cover your face entirely.
“Jake!” You shrill.
“Don’t look away.” His voice drops.
A chill scatters over you and you part your fingers, looking through them at the edited image. It looks so real. The pose is so lewd that your face burns.
“Why– Jake, please, stop. I don’t want to– Why would you do that?” You squeal.
“Amazing what you can do these days, huh?”
“Stop,” you beg.
“Convincing…”
“Please. It’s not really me.”
“Uh huh. It’s not, but who would know the difference.”
“What do you mean?” You squeak.
“Do you think you can be a law clerk and a porn star?” He asks.
The breath rushes out of you and you drag your hands down to your throat. You bat your eyes at the screen and gulp. “Please, I don’t want to see it anymore.”
“I can even make it a video. Wanna see?”
“Jake–”
He taps a key and the picture disappears. He’s in frame again. Smirking.
“That’s why. That face. You saying my name like that.” He pauses and likes his lips. “I’m done playing games.”
“Jake, why?”
He scoffs. “Because you’re just like every other one. Teasing me. Stringing me along. I’m not doing it anymore.”
You pout. “No, we’re friends. I never–”
“Shhh,” he puts a finger up. “Sweetheart, we’re not bargaining. This isn’t a dialogue.” He leans forward as he crosses his arms on his desk. “I’m going to give you your first assignment and you’re going to deliver. You have until midnight.”
You shake and hug yourself, rubbing your arms as your eyes prick with hot tears.
“I thought you wanted to be my friend–”
“I want to be more. Isn’t that better?” He slithers. You stare. “So, your first assignment is to give me a picture just like the one I showed you. And it has to be real.” He tilts his head. “And trust me, I’ll know if it’s not.”
“I… I can’t do that.”
“You can. Or you know what I can do?” He bites his lip and snickers. “Send your boss a copy of your extensive resume. Head to toe.”
I can't wait to finally be done with the exam, just so I have time for writing 😮💨
Which babe I should jump onto first, once I'm done studying?
chef!Andy
next apex Alpha
dark mafia Johnny
Which babe should I celebrate with?
chef Andy
Apex Alpha
mafia Johnny
Remaining time: 2 days 21 hours
I purposely didn't include the story of mated to a pack of Alphas, because Ari is in it and you hoes are always voting for him no matter who else is in the poll 😜
A/N2: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “Tell you a story”
Word Count: 281
Sleep was eluding you yet again. Several rounds of tossing and turning yielding no results other than frustration. Especially when you know the cause: Jonathan is away on business.
You never slept better than when Jonathan was next to you. He made you feel so safe and pleasantly warm. With his side of the bed empty, though, you're feeling cold and lonely.
Grunting in frustration you turn on the lamp and grab your phone. Doing some quick searches you see that Jonathan's time zone would have him still awake, maybe eating dinner. Maybe he'll be delightfully surprised by a phone call.
When you sleepily press the wrong button, you're both surprised by a video call.
"Darling," Jonathan beams. "Not sleeping well?"
"I miss you too much," you pout.
"My own sleep has been rather intermittent as well. Hotel beds simply can't compare to the comfort of being with you."
"I wish I could cuddle you until I fell asleep."
"Alas, it's not an option. But, perhaps I could tell you a story to help you?"
"You'd do that for me?" you tear up.
"Of course. And when you're asleep, I'll hang up the call so you don't have to worry about days charges or anything."
"Thank you, my knight in shining armor!"
Jonathan begins with some stories about his childhood, ones you've heard before but can never get enough of. Focusing on his voice you're able to start letting your mind relax. Your body doesn't feel so cold. Your feeling less alone.
When you drift off to sleep Jonathan smiles. He doesn't end the call, preferring to get more time to just look at you.
I know I usually say "pick one" but this time I'll encourage you to pick two!
- Zombie
Warlord Steve - because as a warlord he is also a warrior, just leveled up and better at leading and strategising. Aaand, to add chaos to it, he's also a warlock! 😈
Warlock warlord Steve.
He leads his armies through the lands, setting a new rule. After each victorious battle his men bring him a maiden to celebrate the triumph. Steve takes his pleasure, but never keeps any woman.
Until you're brought to his tent.
There's something about you that calls out to him. This time he's going to keep his spoils of war.
Especially after you've come so prettily for him, over and over again, despite spitting curses earlier that you won't give in to him.
OR
Twin brothers 👀 Warlord Steve and warlock Grant.
Each of them gets their own maiden for entertainment, but when their armies raid your region and they set up a camp right next to your village, their routine changes.
The warlock notices you first. Perhaps senses you. He points you out to his brother.
They never really shared a woman, but you?
Oh, you're going to be theirs permanently, and they'll own, ruin and unravel you together 🥴
I figured Warlord Steve was a lock so I had to let you pick a second option. Excellent reasoning on the leveling up of Warrior Steve! And he was able to level up because of his newfound Warlock abilities!
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
Main Story
If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
