#god these sunflowers sucked out my soul while i was drawing them

[smoothshine]

At last, beautiful people, I AM ALIVE!!

Life has been tough for these last couple of weeks, but I finally got the time to finish this piece for @chewytran's DTIYS!

Hopefully I won't crawl back under the rock and die (again, lolol), but my schedule is killing me right now, so we'll see. In the meantime - hope you enjoy this little peace offering, hehe :33

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC: With Wax Melted II

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“That tickles!” Jo squirmed and gasped loudly as she tried not to react, but as he leant down to brush another smooth stroke of the one of his finer brushed along the line of her floating rib, she gave another loud giggle and twitched. “I’m sorry! Oh, oh I’m sorry - it just tickles with that brush a lot!”

“That’s okay-” “No it’s not, did I ruin the picture?”

“Jo,” Grey gave his own deep chuckle at the was she twisted her head back and forth, the tips of her blonde hair getting dark and splodged with the different paint colors covering her shoulders. It was just an abstract mash of colors at the moment, a gradient that his inner artistic eye could see was supposed to become a blooming sunrise like the ones he saw creep through the bedroom window each morning. He was in the middle of doing finer details though in the foreground - of a dancers form slowly spinning across the sunbeams - when Jo’d started to get ticklish at the switch from the thicker brushes to the finest point. “It’s alright - I can change the picture if you aren’t comfortable with this brush anyways.”

“Noooo!” She whined quietly as she stretched her back a little and tugged her hair around to her front, mindless to the smudges of paint getting on her hand and then neck and face as she looked back at him. She was a colorful mess of a masterpiece on her back, but the line of yellow and orange blending across her hands and cheek bone was a sign it’d be the same at the front too before he was remotely done with this project.

It had been a joke. He hadn’t meant it at all to be taken seriously when they’d gotten home and unbundled their coats off and made sure to water Nana and give her a little more kibble since it had been such a light lunch for such a big dog. He’d just rubbed Jo’s hip through her jeans and asked if she thought the Sharpie had stood up to the walking, and then made a joke about how pretty it and her permanent tattoo were both pink flowers from the cold and exercise. He hadn’t expected Jo to say he should color it whatever he wanted and get that wild look in her eye at some new idea crossing her mind, nor for her to double down and ask him to bring his paints up to the bedroom. By the time he’d been there, the bed had been stripped back to only a mattress protector and covered in the oldest towels and blankets they had in the house that were due for a wash that weekend as it was. And Jo laid out naked across the top of the bed and the absolutely hilarious line to be spoken asking him to paint her, “but not like one of your French girls. Cause you aren’t allowed any girls but me. And you should put the paint on me anyways.” Grey had managed to only just follow the request and joke as he was distracted drinking in her form before she’d rolled onto her front and presented her back and tattoos for him to color her in all the colors of love he could think of.

Shaking his head as he leaned down to press a kiss to her shoulder and then lips, uncaring of the red paint that would pass between her skin and his and then back again at the movement - it was non-toxic as it was, it didn’t matter where the paint got so long as he could show her how beautiful a canvas she was. As he pulled back, Grey grinned widely back at Jo’s own bright red smile before she ducked her head with a blush and rolled back into the position at his gentle pressing.

“Shh, Jo, it looks fine.” Grey said gently as he picked up a thicker brush and used that instead to delicately draw in the dancing forms that he couldn’t help but envision with hair dyed golden and sharp by the waking sun. He found himself unconsciously leaning down to press kisses along each footstep, smudging a burst of red and black across her back in his wake as well as his chin. Rubbing the paint from his own skin and uncaring to it along his arms, Grey finished off a few splashes of the deep purples of night being fought away before he moved to set his brushes down. “I think that’s done for now... And now,” He unconsciously reached a hand out to tilt Jo’s hip up so he could start in on the darkly inked flowers that bloomed under her skin and started imagining the bright golds of the sunflowers and deep burgundy of the peonies that would mimic the life and soul underneath their existence. “For these-”

“Nuh uh, hun, my turn!” “What?” “Gimme that brush-” “Huh?”

“Yoink!~” The singsong tone cause him off hand as the brush of bright yellow was gently tugged from his grasp and Grey found himself with a brush positioned towards his face and then suddenly swiped across his nose in a playful bat. “Now for the rest-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Grey growled the words out teasingly, leaning forward to grab at the brush with one hand while the other dragged the blonde in to rub the wet yellow paint against her nose as well before delivering a black and red kiss against her lips. There was a wet feeling in his hair and across his ear that had to be the paint brush from their playful struggling, and bundling her own hair up in a hand Grey nibbled gently against Jo’s lips until they were both gasping away for air.

The brush was dropped almost in sync from both of them to fall on the towels beside them as Jo shifted about to sit upright, hands tugging at his tshirt at the same time his hands were tight tugging her hair to angle a follow up kiss right. Parting for the pull of his tshirt over his head, Grey let out a startled yelp at the feeling of slightly cold paint against his chest as Jo’s fingers had seemingly swiped across the palette that rested beside her hips before sliding across his chest in a trail of blues and purples and oranges. Her hand moved to his shoulder, coating it likewise in a faded array of the colors as her fingers lost the pigment but it was like the spark of blending between them to both see the colors so stark across his skin.

A press of lips together and his hands moving to run straight down her back before swirling around the roundness of her hips to run up her sides to her breasts left a trail of mottled colors in its wake - yellows and oranges and reds mixed but stood apart still from the dark eggplant and blues that crept over her curves as his hands moved back and forth from the sweet but disappearing image scape of her back to coat her twitching stomach all the same. And likewise, her fingers seemed to seek out the palette again before her nails dragged the color in splashes across his chest, back and arms in a rainbow of cool tones that as they tugged each other closer mottled the brightness against the darkness and left each marked with a bit of both.

Trailing kisses along her neck, Grey worried for a moment before moving one hand away to start wiping away as much paint blindly from it as possible while the other continued to massage at the warm skin and breast beneath it. Tweaking and teasing her nipple with one hand, he let the moans and gasps and then the sharp squeaked noise as a slightly harder tug guide his movements as he sucked and bit gently along the pale expanse of neck until it would be as purple as the paint covering his chest. Jo whimpered and sighed and moaned beneath him, and as he moved to lay her back gently, the rise of her hips up against his drew a groan from him at how clothed he still was.

“Jo, pretty one, give me a second-” Grey panted the words against her collarbone before trailing more kisses along her skin and down towards her other breast. His words and actions wrung another gasped moan from the other as her fingers moved from his back into his hair, tugging gently and directing his lips to the perked point that was waiting for him. Giving a final careless wipe of his free hand on the nearest clean part of towel, he moved to shove and shake his jeans off his hips and kick free of them as his hand trailed instead up the currently clean inside of Jo’s leg until his fingers found their quarry between them. The warm and already wet centre that was just waiting for him as he slid his hand over her and then a finger between the slit. “Did you... Were you expecting this, pretty one?”

“Huh?” Jo groaned the word out with her head thrown back against the bed, and it took a moment before the gasping sound hitched out of her throat as he was able to slide a finger straight inside of her and crook it against the gorgeous spot that made her shiver delightfully with how wet she already was. “Oh god! No, no I wasn’t, oh Grey, I promise I wasn’t.” Her breathy words didn’t do much to convince him right then, but as he let out a chuckle at the way her hips canted up towards his hand - a second finger sliding in as he ground his palm gently against the bud of her clit in time - Grey left a trail of kisses across her chest with the knowledge that she didn’t lie either. “Oh, please..”

Grey groaned himself as Jo’s hips tilted up towards him and her fingers raked down from his hair along his neck to scramble at his back. Twisting his own slightly as he slowly worked her up, he couldn’t help the hum of pleasure at the way that she moved beneath him and let out a quiet laugh as he felt Jo tightening around his fingers. “You sure about that, Jo?”

“Ma...ybe a little.” Her little hitched gasp, breaking up the word, got another deep laugh from him as Grey trailed his lips back up her chest to catch her lips in his for a second. Pulling back and leaning away to look down at her, drinking in the splashes of color that painted an extra layer on top of her beauty.  “Maybe I...” Panting, Jo rolled her hips up towards his hand and scrambled to tug at the towels and then her own chest and then scraped her nails down his chest in turn, twisting beneath him. “Hun, please! I didn’t think but your fingers were so close, and you were so close and teasin’ me.”

“Well, I’m sorry to have teased you so much, pretty one,” He spoke the words softly against her skin but the words were deeper than that, deeper than even the way he was thrusting and twisting his fingers into her. Pressing gentle kisses against her cheeks and lips, Grey closed his eyes as he tried to push back the feeling that he’d done something wrong - that he’d done something he was trying to avoid and had stepped too far that way - from distracting him from the way Jo felt and was reacting to his touch. “I’m so sorry, I hope you’ll forgive me,” He murmured over the sounds she was making were those hollow gasps for air that went straight through him, and crooking his fingers inside carefully while speeding up the movement of his thumb against her clit, he could feel her legs tensing and then releasing as she let out a loud moan around his name that sounded like music to his ears as she came around him. “Please, pretty one, pretty please.”

Jo let out a confused sounding noise, like her tongue was too big for her mouth and all quiet and soft in the afterglow as he continued to pepper her nose and forehead with kisses before pressing his against hers with a sigh. Breathing heavily through his nose, Grey opened his eyes to watch hers slowly blinking open as she came back into herself. Those eyes were so forgiving, he thought that every time he caught a look into their depths after every failing, and the love pouring out of them right then felt all the same to him as she tilted her chin to kiss him sweetly as she finally found her footing and voice again. “Of course, hun, always.”

Shaking his head for a second once they parted, Grey gently wrapped his arms under her arms and around her back and shoulders to press her close. It felt like the searing heat of the sun to be wrapped this close around her, but he wouldn’t want to be free of it at all. Jo’s arms wrapped around his own shoulders gently, stroking passages on his back that might be left in visible pigmented paths after them when they finally separated, and then slowly shifted her hips to wrap her legs around him as well, pressing her core up against him with a soft moan that wrung the same from him.

He slowly moved his hips in turn, sliding for a moment against her such that he could just grind up against her, mumbling quietly asking for permission before he tilted his hips and slid into her on the next jerk of hips to the sound of their moans crying out together. Grey shuddered feeling her lips on his skin, trailing along the underside of his chin and then sucking on his neck the same bruising kisses he left to hers as his thrusts and her hips rolled together.

“Grey, fuck,” Jo gasped the words along his neck, teeth grazing here and there as he moved a hand to tangle and wrap in her hair in encouragement as the other gripped her hip tightly. Her fingers scratched gently along his shoulders and he could feel the way she rocked her chest up against his as they moved together in their favorite dance. “Hun, Grey, please fuck, more.” The way she moaned quietly around his neck and the dip of her tongue out against his collarbone brought another shiver to his spine as Grey thrust harder still at her pleading encouragement. “Ah, just like that!”

Gripping her tighter, he gently tugged her hair back to catch up her lips with his and smothered both their cries together in a tangle of tongues and lips and teeth as he slid the hand from her hip around to tease at her clit with a deft finger as he increased his pace. The rhythm was faltering, but the way Jo was working her hips up against him and the pressure that was building around him from her muscles tightening  was just as obvious that she was as close as he was as they moved tightly as one. Wrapped up in her arms, Grey couldn’t help the rush running through him at how hot and perfect it felt to be held by such burning passion as Jo let out a small squeaked sound that cut through her own moans and he could feel her cuming around him. Burying his face in her hair, he couldn’t hold back like a small part of him was screaming to do - to hold off and take her through again and again and again - and instead followed a few short, sharp thrusts later with a cry of her name smothered in her hair as he let himself go inside of her.

The warm embrace was too good though to pull back from, and tucking in against her neck, Grey stilled as much as he felt Jo still shivering and shuddering through the afterglow around him as he just enjoyed the scent that was uniquely them. Their love, their love making and the faint vanilla that clung to her at all times mixing with the smell of their sweat and the citrus tang of the oil paints coating them both. Rubbing his nose against the curve of her neck, he couldn’t of made himself move if he had to right then.

After their heartbeats had finally cooled down, and the cool air of the room began to sink into their skin, Jo finally shifted and squirmed underneath him with a quiet giggle. “Oh hunny...” Pushing up on her elbows as they finally rolled to the sides and Grey watched her face transform into the most beautiful smile as she took them both in with a louder laugh still. “Oh my god! Look at the mess we made!”

“Huh?” “We’re goin’ ta have to put the washing on.”

“Oh?” Grey slowly arched a brow at her before following her gaze to see the mottled array of colors that decorated the both of them as well as the bright splashes and parts that had blended to a murky black all over the towels where Jo’s back had been. Shifting up and leaning over to look at her back then, Grey could see the path of his hands stretched through parts of what had once intended to be a sunrise and now looked like a Dali melted sky and black blurs in other spots. Smiling, he reached out to trace a black blob that had once been a dancing figure and now was a black mess with a streak of yellow through it. “I don’t see any mess here though.”

“That’s cause you’re an artsy-fartsy boy.” Jo giggled in response, leaning up to kiss him gently and as she pulled back Grey really took in the pain that covered her smile then - a bright yellow streak on her nose and purple against her neck and chin, the orange blob covering one check and the bright red smeared around her mouth and a green streak across her forehead and one eye that he had no idea where it could have come from. “You’re all purple and blue, my hunny.”

“Oh good, cause you’re all yellow, my sunshine.” Grey nuzzled his nose in against hers with another quick kiss to the tip before laughing loudly at the purple and red imprint it left behind. “Oh... Okay, maybe we’re a little messy right now.”

“Nah, ya think?” “Just a little one though.” “Only the littlest.”

“Guess we better get cleaned up then?” He suggested with a smirk as Jo had flopped back onto her back, stretching her mottled arms above her head and the range of colors darkening her hair into a sunrise all it’s own as he slowly shifted to stand up. Holding a hand out, he wasn’t surprised at all for her smaller one to slide into his and tug him in for a kiss once they’d both found their feet. “Shower time, again, pretty one?”

“But no messin’ ‘round this time-” “No?”

“Maybe just a little bit!” Jo giggled as bright as the yellow paint on her nose, and Grey smiled wide as those brown eyes filled with mischief but none of the burning desire that would have made his stomach flip right then to think of following up on. “But mostly washin’ up.”

“Agreed.” Grey sealed their agreement with another bright kiss, arms wrapped tightly around her waist and smooshing the colors that had been distinct but still blended all the more together as he simply enjoyed holding her to him for a moment before they had to part and wash away in streaks down the drain the masterpiece they’d made of one another together.

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Jo was the one wearing the apron today, and Grey couldn’t help but think she looked utterly precious as she moved between the fridge and bench top moving ingredients out for whatever she had planned for dinner. Grey himself had a tea towel tucked over one shoulder and another in the front pocket of his jeans, and was instead busy washing his hands after taking Nana out to the toilet and a few throws of the ball. When he’d come back inside, it sounded like his playlist was playing through and it’d been sweet to watch Jo throw her hands up and dance about their girl to avoid touching her but still give the attention for a moment.

“Babygirl, fluffy puppy, baby princess, Mommy is cookin’ darlin’ girl,” Jo crooned as she leant down towards the happily prancing dog, but stayed upright enough she wouldn’t get any surprise kisses or tackled into a cuddle. “Mommy can’t play right now, but she left a lot of toys out for you. Pup wanna go upstairs? Up to Nana’s room? Goin’ ta be a good girl?” Jo gestured a few times towards the stairs while cooing towards the fluffy animal as if she were a real baby until the confused look on the dog’s face slowly shifted to boredom and annoyance before finally recognition at the gesture to upstairs a few more times. As the dog headed in the suggested direction, Grey watched as Jo clapped her hands happily in time with the swishing wag of the pup’s tail. “Oh what a good girl you are, Nana. Go on girl!”

“You really have been upping her vocabulary, haven’t you, Jo?” “Just a bit. She’s a very smart girl-” “Oh yes, soon we will need to get a tutor for her-” “Hey, don’t tease me!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, oh my most knowledgeable love,” Grey placated as he moved over to wrap his clean hands around the other’s waist from behind for a moment, tucking his chin over her shoulder again and pressing a kiss over the purple mark that rested there and hadn’t washed off in the shower like the rest of their antics. “So, do I get to know what we’re doing for dinner yet, Jo?”

There was a pause as the other raised a brow towards him for a moment, head twisted slightly to catch and hold his eye for a moment, before she bobbed her head a little and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Well, somewhat. I’ve gotta get your help with it anyways-”

“You’re letting me help?” “I thought you might enjoy it?”

“You thought right, pretty one.” Grey practically beamed at her request for him to help prepare whatever it was she’d dreamed up for their meal. Pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, he squeezed her tightly for a moment, before finally letting go with a small spin of her out from where their hands had joined in turn with the crooning song over the speakers before she span back in with a giggle. “So - what’s first?”

“Well, Mr. Masterchef,” Jo teased as she finally pulled from his hold and moved to get more items out of the fridge before holding up and juggling poorly with two relatively big eggplants as she looked back at him. “You can get started on the eggplant parmesan while I get the beef ready for the carnivores version - or we can do it the other way round if you want?”

He moved over to pluck the two fruits from her hands with a smile. “That what we’re having tonight then, huh? That’s a lot for the two of us-”

“We’ve got guests, comin’ over, hun.” “Oh?” “Yeah, your family are coming round, and Harry too.”

“So, a dinner party with the sisters and Harry?” Grey asked gently as he moved towards the two trays covered in parchment paper Jo had set out beside the chopping board. Setting the eggplants down, he moved carefully to top-and-tail the stem and base off before slicing into decently sized slices and laying them out on the tray as he heard the clink of bowls and the quiet sizzle of a fry pan start to heat up oil behind him. “You’ve really thought of everything, you know that, Jo.”

“Awwww.” Jo cooed back at him, and quickly rattled off the instruction to oil the eggplant when he was done as well as season them as she cracked some eggs and set up the crumbing station for the flattened beef steaks.

As soon as he’d finished the eggplants, Grey span about with the trays in hand to see Jo opening the heated oven for him to slide them in with one hand while she gently dropped a beef schnitzel into the heated oil away from her to avoid the splashes with the other. It was honestly sweet to him to watch the way Jo worked, and as he closed the oven door on the eggplants, he waited until she’d dunked the next schnitzel that would be all that would fit into the pan before jumping in for another quick squeeze.

"Hunny!"

"Sorry," he chuckled quietly at Jo's flapping her eggy, crumbed fingered hand around even as she leaned her head back against his shoulder. "Couldn't help it. I'm just... In a good mood is all."

"Oh?" "I'm just really enjoying getting to spend today with you-" "And Nana." "Yes, and Nana. And I just... I just wanted you to know it."

Sighing into her hair, Grey pressed a quick kiss against the slightly damp locks and tucked a stray piece back behind her ear.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. I wanted you to have a good- no, a great - day today." Jo's words were soft and warm and wrapped about his heart like a vice as he pressed an extra quick kiss against her ear before letting her free as he'd glanced down at the fry pan. The other moved quickly to flip the schnitzels over for another minute on the other side before she quickly pulled them to dry on some paper towel and dipped in the next two schnitzels.

Looking around at the rest of the ingredients, at a loss, Grey frowned for a second before spotting the tins of tomatoes, the garlic and basil sitting out.

"Hey, did you want me to start on the tomato sauce for the parmesans?" "Oh, yeah actually. That'd be great!"

Nodding to himself, Grey quickly bundled up the ingredients and pulled out a pot to splash in some oil and start the garlic sweating off as he double checked what was out on the bench. "Tomatoes, garlic and basil - did it need anything else from here, Jo?"

"Umm, actually you'll want to put some diced onion in now too and add the tomatoes after they're sweated off." Jo mumbled, more talking aloud to herself as she watched and flipped the schnitzels before doing the last two into the pan, and glanced into the pot beside her skillet. "And if you can find some sun dried tomatoes in the fridge, there might be an open jar, then I'd blitz those up in the food processor with the tinned tomatoes before addin' them in?"

Grey raised a brow at the suggestion for a moment before turning towards the range of ingredients set out and then checking in the fridge if there were any allusive tomatoes hidden in a jar somewhere. It was just like Jo to buy a range of jarred things for one recipe and then leave half or more of the jar in the fridge for ages until it had to be thrown out or she came up with another use for them. He found a jar, tucked between a pot of lemon butter Jo had made a few days ago and the ketchup bottle that they were in constant odds of if it should be in the fridge or not, and checking the date on them he figured they must have been a relatively new buy given how long was left to be used.

"Found some!" "Oh awesome! I forgot to buy some at the shops so I thought that must mean we had some already or I was just forgetful." "You? Forgetful? At the shops? Never."

Jo batted his arm at the teasing with a laugh of her own as he moved past to place all the tomato options together into the food processor, whizzing quickly and then emptying them into the pot on the stove as the onions had turned translucent and the garlic smelled nutty and delicious. Jo's hand reached past him to grab the processor bowl, filling it with a little bit of water to splash about and get all the very last of the tomato out as well as add the liquid to the tomato sauce that would simmer away for a while. Grey noticed all six beef schnitzels were finished and drying on paper towel, and that Jo had started to clean up when he took the eggy bowl she was holding.

"Since you know what's next, how about you start the prep work and I get the dishes started, pretty one?" Grey suggested teasingly as he hip bumped her out of the way gently from the sink. It wasn't like he disliked doing dishes the way that Jo did, even if she still insisted on doing them when he had cooked if he'd left any. "And then by the time they're done, you'll have a new job for me?"

Jo looked indecisive for a moment - her dislike for the dishes clear on her face as well as her uncertainty about letting him do a chore she hated on today of all days - before she finally nodded. "Okay, sounds good, hubby." Grey felt his cheeks flame as they always did hearing that term of endearment from the other, especially as it always seemed to be simply a slip of the tongue or an unconscious thought from the other that got through. Jo didn't seem to notice as she grabbed up the flour and yeast from her ingredient pile and waved a hand behind her towards him. "Oh, can you also stir the sauce occasionally? Don't want it to catch."

"Sure thing, Jo."

Grey was focused on the dishes, and on stirring the sauce as requested, but neither task required much of his focus and instead he found himself taking glances over his shoulder to watch Jo working.

First she seemed to whip up a bread dough in no time, hands flying through the mixing and kneading in a bowl then the clean bench surface, and had the dough resting with a tea towel over it on the kitchen table in no time where it'd usually take him even ten minutes using the stand mixer.

Next, there was a pile of flour poured into the bench and Grey's eyes widened to see her cracking eggs and pouring olive oil directly into the center before he realized what she was making. The next dough, a bright yellow pasta dough from the fresh eggs, was equally quickly made, but Jo wrapped it in cling wrap and laid it out in the fridge before Grey finished the last of the dishes so far.

He grabbed up the cleaning spray instead, wiping down the floury remains on the bench before Jo could get to it, and was rewarded with warm lips against his neck and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist like he had her.

“Grey, c’mon,” Jo whined a little, but leaned into him as it was and tossed her head forwards against his shoulder. “You shouldn’t have ta keep cleanin’ up like this.”

“Oh, but you see, I like cleaning up. It means I get to watch you cook more and it means you’ve done more of the cooking so everything is guaranteed to be delicious.” “That’s... So ridiculous, hunny, honestly.” “How so? Your food is always the best, Jo, honestly.”

The blonde gave one of those tight, self-conscious laughs before she tugged away from his back with a smile. “Okay, fine. I’ve got one of two tasks for you then since you’re worried ‘bout doing the cooking side of things.”

“Shoot away.” “First off, a basil pesto for with the pasta.” “I’m guessing some of the basil, the - hmmm - pine nuts, the garlic and the olive oil?” “And a little bit of the parmesan cheese and some lemon zest and juice.” “Interesting! You’ll have to taste test and show me though.”

“Fine,” Jo singsonged the word out as she span into his arms, and Grey shifted one hand to tug teasingly at a tendril of hair that had fallen forward before stealing a handful of kisses from the other. They’d kissed so much that day, but every second he wasn’t he felt drawn to do it again with how relaxed and over flowing with love the day had felt. “Hunny...” The other whined quietly against his lips, and biting gently for a second on her bottom lip before releasing, Grey made sure to attempt to look as admonished as possible.

“Sorry, sorry, what else do you need from me, chef?” “Oh stop with the teasing!” “Never!”

Grey thought the bright and light laugh that got from the other was so much more musical and beautiful than the previous laugh he’d wrought from her, and leaning in he couldn’t help but to brush his nose against hers before pulling back and holding his hands up when it looked like she was about to reprimand him again. “Sorry, chef, hands to myself and no more kisses until I’ve been assigned my tasks.”

“That’s much better,” Jo giggled as she reached out to take his surrendering hands into hers. “So the second thing is some garlic and herb butter mix to go on the bread sticks-”

“Garlic bread bread sticks?” “Yep, exactly.” “I’m guessing - melted butter, chopped garlic and some chopped herbs?” “I even bought some Italian seasonin’ to make it easier. And don’t forget the salt.”

“Well now, I can definitely do both of those for you, pretty one.” Grey replied gently, smiling to himself at the easy tasks and he lifted her hands to his lips for a quick kiss before letting them free. “I’ll get right to it.”

“Brilliant - I’ll start work on dessert then, and let me know when you want a taste on the pesto.” Jo smiled brightly up at him for a moment, a flash as bright as the sun to his wanting eyes, before they both turned towards their tasks.

Grey found his were relatively easy and gave his mind the chance to not only wander but to fill with the tunes of his favorite songs slowly floating through the air around them. He hummed along and on occasion quietly sung along as he minced a lot of garlic, chopped a lot of herbs, and pulsed mixes together or melted the butter carefully in the microwave so as not to explode it.

The few glances he spared towards Jo as he worked, not including the odd moment where they would have to intersect or interact or reach past one another for something which would turn into a slow spinning turn of a dance and an opportunity to share a more than fleeting touch, he was once again entirely transfixed by how much work she managed to complete. He watched as she seemingly miraculously made her own honeycomb that expanded and bubbled and was the exact right shade of gold while filling the air with the sweet smell of caramel. She made actual caramels and turned it into salted caramel and then filled tiny tart cases from what looked like previously made short crust pasty to make tiny caramel tarts that she covered with a thin layer of dark chocolate. And she made equally tiny little lemon meringue pies and then just dollops of meringue kisses as well. And through it all, she continued to taste the pesto he worked on, put the tray of bread sticks into the oven to bake, and finish off the tomato sauce for the parmesan sauce with a dash of balsamic vinegar and some of the fresh basil leaves.

Jo had started rolling the pasta dough through a pasta machine Grey hadn’t known they had until it was almost thin enough to see through, as Grey was finishing the second round of dishes from all their cooking and preparation, when there was a knock at the door.

Jo grinned as she finished the last pass through of the pasta maker and laid the long strip into a thin little book folded up on itself and brushed off her floury hands with a smile. “Hey hun, you free to get that while I get some drinks ready? It’s probably Harry or your sisters runnin’ early.”

“Sure thing, Jo.” Grey smiled in response, wiping his own slightly wet hands from the inside of the dish gloves off after rinsing them quickly, before he headed out to greet their first guests and inevitably start an amazing evening to match just how wonderful the day had been so far.

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Harry took the can with a quiet thanks as Grey sat down in his own chair across from him. Jo had been right in her call that it was likely the researcher, and while Grey’d suggested they hang in the kitchen, they’d both been chased out within a few moments with a tray of cheese, dips and crackers from the cooking space once Jo’d been sure who had arrived. “No point you distractin’ me and both of you getting in the way of my settin’ the table.” She’d cried as she shoved the trays and a bowl of cut vegetable dippers into Harry’s hands as Grey had fished the drinks from the fridge.

As he relaxed into the armchair, Grey smiled across at the other man. “Thanks again for coming, I don’t know if you had other plans but-”

“Dude, stop always thanking me for coming to hang out.” Harry interrupted with a laugh, cracking the lid to his soda with a smile. “It’s more Sophie being put out than me, but she’s got some busboys now to help around the bar - which I haven’t gotten to thank Jo for okaying yet.”

“I don’t know if Jo really has all that much say anymore.” “Oh?” “I mean, Sophie’s pretty much managing the place these days isn’t she?” “That’s true. I’m sure that Jo’d agree too-”

Grey nodded as he took a sip of his own drink with a sigh. “I think Jo appreciates the help, actually. I can’t remember how she ended up with the place, but I’m pretty sure Jo is happy there’s someone so actively involved with it,” There was a pause as he swallowed his drink before his eyes widened as he thought about how that might have sounded to the other. The liquid caught in his throat for a second and coughing it down, Grey looked towards the other with an awkward flush. “Not to say you’re not, of course. Just-”

Harry let out an even louder laugh at that point, no trace of any offense in his smile as he shook his head. “Nah, man, you were right. I’m not great behind the bar, not like Soph, but I’m definitely a better help upstairs than pouring drinks.”

Grey nodded, relieved the other hadn’t been offended at all, before he ducked his head for a second. It was odd to think about the bar and everything to do with it - ever since Jo’d moved in with him, Grey had rarely visited without the blonde and tended to offer that Harry come relax at theirs instead, and it was a long time since he’d heard Jo talk about the operations itself. He shook those thoughts from his mind with a quiet sigh before he glanced back over towards the other man. “So, you’re up to calling her Soph now?” Grey smirked a little, having noticed the tiny change for him to latch onto instead.

“Oh, don’t you start. Your sister got me into so much shit-” “Which one?” “That’s a good point - they both definitely contributed-” “Well, you can supposedly yell at them tonight about it.”

“Oh, I will.” Harry chuckled himself, shaking his head as he took a swig of his drink and then moved forward to take a cracker and some cheese with a smile. Grey could see the way his ears were tinged red, and figured that whatever trouble the researcher had caught wasn’t actually all that bad in anyone’s mind. “Tell them to stop trying to play matchmaker if they’re bored.”

Grey let out a laugh of his own, well thinking that his sisters both must have made a few comments before he’d arrived, and more than happy to join in on helping his friend find happiness. If the barmaid is what would do it, then Grey was entirely on board - besides, his own barmaid had turned out to be the most astounding love for him.

When he leaned forward to get himself his own cracker with a swipe of the hummus dip on it, Grey was surprised to hear the sound of raised voices in the hall. There was no stress to them though, just a lot of laughter and the sound of the door closing, so he didn’t make to move to check just yet.

As fate would have it - both his sisters came wandering into the loungeroom after a few minutes, each with their own drinks, and moved towards the open spots on the couches and armchairs about the space with joyful greetings to both the men. Ombre plopped down beside Harry, a little too close for the normal expectations of personal space, but all wide smiles and her wide petticoats under the baby pink dress needed the extra space to sit; and Harry barely shifted other than to raise his hand across the back of the couch so he could talk freely. As for Shada, she slipped over to the other spare armchair and crossed her knees carefully as she found the most comfortable position to see and talk to everyone.

“How has your day been so far, Grey?” The brunette shadow asked with a gentle smile as she looked across at her brother. Grey thought she seemed a tad over dressed for a family dinner with her nice dress and the glittery shoes she’d been gifted the year before for Christmas, but then again, Shada only dressed down when she had to. “Jo looked very relaxed all things considered, especially compared to last year.”

“It’s been a very... relaxing day.” “Why did you pause over the choice of word, brother?” “Because, I don’t kiss and tell.”

“No, you just kiss and leave glaringly purple marks behind you.” Harry cut over the two shadow’s conversation with a bemused grin, getting a loud laugh from everyone as they settled in to relax for a while. “I mean, unless Jo took on a changeling or pishtaco hunt recently?”

Grey shook his head ruefully at the ribbing, especially as both Shada and Harry took great delight in explaining the joke to the confused blonde when she’d asked what they were all laughing at despite having laughed along herself. He didn’t mind being the butt of the joke when it made everyone else have a good time, and if Grey really needed to, he could always bring up the barmaid again for his sisters’ to target the other about. As he dipped a carrot stick into the pumpkin dip on the table, Grey watched quietly as the other three continued to talk and banter between themselves. Ombre was talking about how she’d seen a dress on the internet and was crazy about it, and Shada talked about how she’d spent several hours taunting other players into outing themselves in Among Us when playing alone, and Harry actually talked about some sci-fi comic show that had just come out that he was excited for and got both other women very interested in it as well as Grey.

It wasn’t until Shada got up to collect a new round of drinks that Grey thought about how long they’d been talking and that Jo hadn’t moved everyone in for dinner despite everyone being there. She would have normally come in to talk when the other two women had arrived and likely suggested they head in for dinner by refill time, but Grey hadn’t seen her for a good forty-five minutes at that point.

“Hey, no don’t worry about it, Shada, I’ll go get them.” Grey jumped up as the other started collecting the glasses and empty cans of soda, bustling quickly now that the thought had caught in his mind. “You guys chat, I’ll go see if Jo needs a hand with dinner too anyway.”

“You sure, Grey?” “Yes, I’m sure. Sit down, those shoes are made for showing off, not walking.”

“Actually, they’re very good at both,” Shada remarked with a flip of her hair as she flounced back down into her seat, kicking up her heels and waving them towards him as if to demonstrate their immense use and practicality. As if a six inch heel could in any way be practical. “Let me know if you or Cupcake need any more help though, brother.”

Grey waved a hand in acknowledgement as he heard Harry continue to explain the plot lines and theories he’d heard about the show - “and the soundtrack is insane!” - before he headed into the kitchen quietly. His playlist seemed to have looped, but Jo’d made no move to turn it off as she’d worked it seemed. And work is what it looked like she had done since being left to her own devices.

The oven was on and the scent of melting cheese, tomatoes and basil was in the air from where the two casserole dishes were tucked away heating through, as well as garlic dancing on the air with the rest from the fresh garlic breadstick loaves that seemed to be warming through underneath. There was already a large serving dish on the table that looked stunning with the thick slices of a range of heirloom tomatoes - from the deep inky reds to some bright yellow flashes and orange tones in between as well as just vibrant reds - and what looked to be fresh mozzarella alongside the prettily scattered basil leaves and drizzle of balsamic vinaigrette. A wine cooler was sitting on the table as well with what looked to be a white wine of some sort that Grey was fairly sure only the girls would touch, and the bread basket was waiting quietly for the golden brown breadsticks to be deposited soon enough, with a few pot mats beside it ready and awaiting the parmesan bakes when they were ready. Grey frowned as he noticed that the table was laid for six, not five, and he turned back to Jo in confusion.

“Jo?” “Yeah, hun?” “Who else is coming to dinner?”

“What?” Jo turned about from the boiling pot of water she had just turned to a simmer, and raised a brow across at him when he simply gestured to the sixth table setting. “I told you, your family is coming for dinner.”

Grey frowned in confusion as he tried to work out who she could mean, before the look twisted as he tripped over the only person he could think of who might need a seat that could fit that bill. There was no way that that was who Jo meant though, he tried to rationalize to himself as he stared at her in abject fury at the idea. There was no possible way that that could be who they were waiting on.

“Who else is coming to dinner?” He could hear himself hiss the words out in a snap, almost biting his tongue as he tried to rid his mouth of them as much as he wanted to rid his mind of the idea that had snagged. There was no way. “Jo?”

“Jesus Christ, Grey,” He watched as Jo continued to move about the kitchen, and even through the building confusion he could tell she seemed far less relaxed than earlier. Her hair was a slightly frizzy mess, clearly having worked up a bit of a sweat that boofed her hair up, and she kept rubbing her hands on the skirt front of the apron. Grey even noted she appeared to have changed into one of her nice sweaters that usually he appreciated on her figure very much, but wasn’t even able to get lost in the smooth curve of her waist and hips. Jo patted her hair down before freezing at a rather loud knock at the front door, jerking rather abruptly in a panic. “Oh of fuckin’ course he shows up right now!” The blonde cried in alarm quietly to herself, and Grey could feel the ire building as he thought his suspicions were getting confirmed.

“Hun, can you grab the step ladder please- Coming!” Jo shouted the last word out as she struggled to pull off the apron and then tuck her hair back behind her ear as she flung a hand towards where they kept the stepladder by the back door.

Grey frowned all over again at the request as he instead moved to follow the blonde down the hall, well and truly intending to slam the front door in the face of who he suspected would be on the other side and then maybe just storm up to the spare room and deal with the swirl of emotions he was feeling about Jo inviting that asshole of all people. He couldn’t leave, even if his very being was screaming at him that he would have to, but he could very well prove how much of a stupid idea such an invitation would be to the blonde for doing so. His stomach hurt as he followed after her, tying itself in knots.

That was until he noticed Jo grabbing the entry mat and rolling it up quickly, before she shoved it up against the side of the wall where it wouldn’t unroll. The movement itself was crazy - they hadn’t moved the rug since she’d brought it home with the Devil’s Trap woven into the very pattern of the rug so delicately that not even the cleverest or sharpest eye would notice it - but as Jo tugged open the door to reveal someone who was decidedly not the absolute bane of his existence, all of Grey’s pent up anger popped like a balloon.

“Hiya, sorry for the delay - oh, wow, you are so tall!” Jo’s greeting was so strange to Grey’s ear, as was the way her hands were flapping about as if to offer a hand shake and then like she thought better of it and then like her arms had jerked up intending for a hug before slamming them by her sides again. It was disarmingly adorable to watch, as was the way she seemed to flounder awkwardly under the somehow serious and dubious look she was getting from the man standing at the doorstep. “Like holy fuck, you are seriously- You’re as bad as Sam, I’m goin’ to crick my neck.” Jo babbled as she took a step back holding the door open and one of those self-conscious smiles formed on her face under the scrutiny of the taller man. “Oh, fuck, sorry, hey. Come on in- Hun where... Hunny where is the step ladder?”

Grey found all and any confusion disappear as he moved up beside Jo to be able to catch the familiar aura coming from the stranger in an instant, confirmed by the flash of gold to his eyes before it disappeared. The question and importance of it completely pushed to the back of his mind as he realized that the demon was standing in their doorway in a guise other than the massive, shaggy wolf form that had been how Grey had always known him to be. It felt truly special to be able to grin up at the other.

“Amon,” Grey smiled widely as he took a hold of the door over Jo’s head, not sure how to keep the fact that the other was there and obviously the last person meant to be joining their dinner. The fact he got a correspondingly approving head-nod and a small twitch of the lips into a smile in return felt otherworldly for a moment to him. “Hey, I didn’t realize you were going to be able to make it.”

“Jo had mentioned she was planning a dinner a few weeks back,” The taller man remarked, shrugging a shoulder as he seemed to look around the hall of the front door with a speculative look. Grey was somewhat surprised by the accent and how the other was still hovering on the door step. “She suggested that if I wished to, I’d be more than welcome to attend. I-” There was a pause as Amon’s eyes finally drifted upwards and focused on the ceiling for a long moment. “I had assumed it would be hard for everyone to accommodate the space at the dinner table had I just come as usual.”

Grey found himself biting down on the corner of his lip as he tried not to laugh at the dry humor, and was about to hold out his hand when he was suddenly pushed gently out of the way. He’d completely lost track of the blonde in his surprise, and took another step back realizing why Jo’d asked for the step ladder as she returned and set it up quickly. Amon’s eyes were focused on her for a moment, a brief flash through his eyes as the hunter climbed up the steps quickly to scrape briefly at the paint work to break the UV-painted trap that blocked the door way as a failsafe.

Holding onto the steps as soon as he realized, Grey glanced back across at the demon on the threshold before smiling as the taller man finally took a step into the house once the trap had been broken. As Jo clambered back down with a gentle punch to his shoulder, he couldn’t help but catch her hand to press a kiss against her knuckles at the surprise she’d managed to pull off.

“Well, come on in then,” Grey replied finally, and as Jo folded up the step ladder and disappeared back towards the kitchen freeing up the space in the hall, he moved to shut the front door behind the other man. As soon as it was closed, he turned before moving to pull the other in, giving a warm, welcoming hug and letting out a quiet laugh at the slow reaction from the other to return the gesture. “Jo didn’t say you were coming at all.”

“Oh?”  Amon pulled back first and clapped a hand on Grey’s shoulder in a gesture that Grey took to be both friendly and to place some space for the both of them. “She’d hinted that you’d appreciate it.”  

“Well, she said family, so I guess she did, but she managed to keep it a secret.” “I hope it was a nice surprise at least.” “Of course! I wasn’t expecting to see you today, but I’m glad you’re here.” “Likewise. I was.. surprised by the invitation.”

The arched brow from the taller man at the sounds of laughter coming from the lounge gave both of them an excuse not to ponder over the blonde’s motivation or suggestions, and Grey grinned as he waved a hand towards the door. “Well, come say hi to everyone else. You haven’t met my littlest sister yet, so watch out for her.” Grey chuckled to himself as Amon gave him a slightly sharp look at that, well aware that this was possibly the least frustrating way for the demon to meet the youngest shadow. “Your lucky, normally she might have tried to pull on your tail.”

“Ah.” There was a second of hesitance as Amon paused outside the lounge door, before Grey found himself laughing even louder as the other man’s eyes slowly turned yellow and a wolfish grin formed on the demon’s lips. “At least this way she will keep her hands at the end of the night.”

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Queen {Part 3}

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Warning: There’s a bit of smut.

Queen

“You wearing a bra?”

“Mama!” You looked down at your ripped shirt that went with your relaxed outfit, the glimpses of your cleavage barely noticeable but, of course, your mother peeped it. “Yes, I am wearing a bra.”

“You don’t need to be showing off ya tidies. Not yet, at least.” You suddenly wondered why you’d even bothered calling her. Sometimes your mom could be a bit much. “And you best not be wearing no heels!”

“Mama!”

“I swear, you young people-“ You tuned her out as you waited for Chadwick’s flight to come in, eventually getting off the phone with her.

You’d met him back in April, shortly before he had to relocate to begin filming his new movie, Captain America: Civil War.

As a writer, you hated cliched terms, but it was a damn near fact that you felt a connection with him from the moment he shot you one of those alluring smiles and introduced himself.

You two crossed paths as part of a segment with Vogue which had the both of you interview each other about your journey to “stardom.” You’d been nervous that the conversation would be forced and awkward. It ended up the complete opposite.

On camera, the questions remained professional. However, once the word ‘cut’ entered the atmosphere, the two of you found yourselves wanting to know more about the other person. Contact information was exchanged, and that was the start of your “relationship.”

Though you and Chadwick hadn’t yet confirmed exactly what you were, your status as a couple was damn near inevitable.

While away for four months, you both talked every day. Whether it be a text, phone call, or FaceTime session, not a day passed where he wasn’t putting a smile on your face or vice versa.

After about a month of talking, he started to send you good morning texts. They began with just the two words, transitioned into the greeting with the blushing smiley face. Finally, he settled on a ‘morning baby.’ with the heart emoji.

Of course, you reciprocated the kind gesture with texting him every evening with a bible verse, usually the one that you read and based your devotional journaling on.

However, on the days where you didn’t get to do your devotional, you’d just find a verse that you felt was right and forward it.

Chadwick, also religious, always seemed thankful for the messages.

And, of course, you two always said good night to each other via the telephone or video chats.

So yes, you considered yourself in a relationship with the actor. You were just waiting for him to confirm it.

“Damn, girl.” Your head shot up as you heard his voice. “Can I talk to you?”

You couldn’t help your giggle as he dropped a line from the inside joke between just the two of you.

You untangled your legs and stood up, taking note of how his eyes trailed across your outfit.

“You been watching me, eh?” You managed a small smirk as you crossed your arms, taking in the sight of him. How could a man who just finished a 14hr non-stop flight from Germany to California look so damn good?

You’d tried to convince him to take an easier flight, one with layovers so that he could at least have breaks, but he wasn’t trying to hear that.

He said he was just ready to get back stateside....and that he wanted to see you, prompting you to play Jodeci’s song, Come and Talk To Me.

Ergo, your little inside joke.

Chadwick licked his lips and beckoned you over with a flick of his fingers. “C’mere, girl.”

You wasted no time in closing the distance, placing your arms around his neck, expecting a hug but surprise overcoming you as he grabbed your jaw and connected your lips.

You were momentarily stunned. Chadwick was such a private man, yet there he was sucking on your bottom lip while his hands moved down to squeeze your ass.

You moaned into his mouth as you realized how much you’d missed kissing him.

However, you also realized that things were about to get too heated for a public environment and, reluctantly, pulled away.

“Welcome back, Mr. Boseman.” You pecked his cheek, smiling as he quietly groaned, his hands still familiarizing themselves with your backside.

“I’ve missed your ass,” he murmured, his thumb feathering across your cheek. “So damn much.”

If you were a white girl, you’d be blushing up a storm. “I can tell.” A cheeky expression as you took a glimpse over your shoulder. “Can’t keep your hands off it, can you?”

He rolled his eyes and tapped your bottom, finally allowing his arms to drop as he went to grab his bag. “Let’s get out of here.” You went to make sure that you hadn’t left anything on the seat when he pulled you into his side and whispered in your ear. “Before you make me show you just how much I missed you in front of all these white folks.”

You elbowed him as you two started walking, his arm wrapped around you. “If you don’t stop before they call security.”

“Good, maybe I can get the video from them to hold me over when I have to leave ag-“

“Chadwick,” you were growing way too flustered from both his uncensored statements and the anticipation of an inevitable sexual experience.

You two had yet to be intimate as you had a two month rule in which you abstained from sex for at least 60 days to ensure that you didn’t put out before you were sure that there was a potential for longevity.

You also required a physical copy of recent testing to ensure that should you decide to engage in unprotected sex (you were on birth control), you’d be safe, something Chadwick provided a week before he informed you that he was returning to the states.

Having recently turned 30, you weren’t interested in dating just to have a boyfriend.

You were seeking a husband.

“Besides, you just got off a 14hr flight,” you reminded with a small shake of your head. “No way you’re up to doing anything but going back home and sleeping.”

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“Oh yes!” Your throat was raw so much so that you were literally contemplating how you were still able to talk. “Right there, daddy!”

Chadwick grounded his hips into you, prompting your head to drop down as you realized your vision was growing hazy. “Like that, baby?”

You couldn’t force a response and instead nodded furiously as he continued to pound into you from the back.

However, you quickly realized your mistake as his large hand came down on your ass.

“Words.” You continued to fist the sheets, quietly wondering how much longer your knees and arms would be able to hold you up. At the rate he was going, not long. “I wanna hear you say it, my Queen. Say how good this dick make you feel.”

Just him calling you his Queen had you ready to cum. “I-,” a loud and elongated groan left your mouth as he grabbed a handful of your Afro to better direct his powerful thrusts. “I love your-your dick—fuck—i-i-inside me.” Your mouth dropped open as you chowed down on your bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. “God, it feels sooooo good.”

You were suddenly wishing that you 1. accepted his offer to fly you out for a weekend while he was filming and 2. made an exception to your two-month rule.

This man and his paralyzing ten inches were definitely worth risking it all.

Chadwick seemed pleased by your response as he slowed down his movements, giving you a second to catch your breath.

“And this sweet pussy,” you released a rather unladylike like sound as his hand reached forward and started playing with your clit. “It’s mine?” Your eyes were damn near in the back of your head “I asked you a question.” He growled, resuming his bad decision causing pace. “Is it mine?”

“Yes!” You forced out. Honestly, with the way he was wrecking your body, you’d agree to just about anything. “It’s yours. This pussy is all yours.”

“Damn right it is,” tears streamed down your flustered face as he circled his hips. “My name gon’ be the last to leave that pretty lil’ mouth of yours.”

If you were thinking straight, you would have caught his underlying meaning, but then he grabbed you and pulled your back against his chest, his strong forearm across your breast as he continued to rearrange your guts.

“Daddy,” you powered through your exhaustion. “I’m gonna—Oh god—I’m gonna cum.” Your breathing became labored as you dropped your head, your body completely spent.

Chadwick was also nearing his climax as his rapid movements started to slow down. “That’s it, Queen.” You whimpered as he nipped at the back of your neck. “Cum with daddy.”

It was as though your body responded to his commands because right on cue, your juices flowed all over him as his seed spilled deeply into you.

Your mind was so foggy, your thoughts distorted. You weren’t even coherent as Chadwick slowly pulled himself out of you or as he went to go get a towel to clean the two of you up.

It was a good ten minutes later, him resting beside you, the covers pulled over your nude and sweaty bodies before you managed to get a sentence out.

“Can...can we...” Correction, a fragmented sentence. “I-“

Chadwick chuckled and pulled your trembling body into his chest. “Go to sleep, Queen.” If you still actually had feeling below your belly button, you thighs would have clenched just from him calling you that. “We’ll go get breakfast in the morning.”

Your eyes widened. This man just fucked up your whole life with eight inhuman and cervix shattering orgasms over a two hour period and now he was offering to take you out to eat?

Yeah.

Husband material, indeed.

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“I feel like people are looking at us,” you commented as you wiggled in your booth, wishing that you’d dressed in something nicer. 

Chadwick laughed softly.

“You wanted to come here. I would have taken you someplace nicer-”

“Hey,” you pointed your fork at him. “I don’t wanna hear any slander, okay? Denny’s is a staple, and this French Toast Slam is the GOAT.”

“Mmmhmm. Just make sure that you eat it all.” His smile dropped into a sly smirk as he started to dig into his own Ultimate Omelette. “You gon’ need that energy.” He fell out in laughter at the mortified look on your face.

“A respite?”

“This is the respite.”

“Chadwick, I like being able to, ya know, walk.”

“And I like eating that pretty pussy till’ I see them eyes roll bac-” you quickly looked under the table to kick him, prompting more laughter from the actor.

“Oh my god, you are so inappropriate.” You mumbled, sliding down in your booth and covering your face with your hand, unable to help it as your light laughter forced its way out. “Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, grabbing and shaking the ketchup bottle. “Of course.”

You took a deep breath. “Your ex-” You witnessed the obvious change in his demeanor and started to switch up your inquiry to something less uncomfortable, but you needed to know. “You said you were with her for a little over a year, correct?”

“Yeah.” He offered no other comment as he kept his eyes on his food.

You leaned back in your booth, “Why’d you two break up?” Before he could answer, she inserted. “I told you about my ex.”

Myles was your on and off boyfriend that you met while attaining your masters. He was a nice guy, a hell of a journalist, and the sex was decent, but he wasn’t looking for commitment. It was often why you two broke up and got back together after a few months. However, your last break up, six months before you met Chadwick, ended up sticking. You couldn’t be with someone that you couldn’t see yourself eventually settling down with.

You needed to make sure the same wasn’t going to happen with the man across from you.

“The truth?” He propped a brow. “She was too clingy, only with me for a come-up, her family was too involved and invested in our relationship which also raised alarm, but overall….I couldn’t deal with her immaturity.”

“Let me guess…..possessive and jealous.”

“Extremely,” he shook his hand while recalling his time with her. “She’d get upset with me just for taking pictures with fans or signing autographs.”

“Oh no, that bitch had to go.” You found yourself declaring boldly while taking a bite out of your French Toast. Looking over at Chadwick, you found him staring over at you. You finished chewing and swallowed. “What?”

“I like you, Queen.” It was a simple statement, but his quiet tone sent chills down your spine. “And no, I’m not saying that just because we had sex-”

“Really good sex,” you murmured, putting your elbow on the table and resting your face in your hand as you tilted your head. “No, but I like you too, Chadwick.” You watched as his arm reached across the table to hold your hand, running his fingers over your knuckles. “Talking to you comes so natural and effortlessly: your aura is….welcoming. You have this calmness to you that I really enjoy.” A beat. “And I suppose it doesn’t hurt that I’m immensely attracted to you.”

You didn’t know why or how the hell you two ended up having this conversation is such a public establishment but you both were seated on the far end of the restaurant, and the only other guests were a middle-aged white man and an elderly couple.

“Aside from the fact that you are absolutely gorgeous, you are so intelligent, so talented, and confident in who you are. Your heart is pure, your spirit enticing, and I find myself wanting to know more and more about you.” You smiled warmly at his praise. “And that right there….your smile. It’s infectious. You are infectious. I found myself thinking about you a lot while I was gone….about us.”

“Us?” you slightly raised your brows as you stared at conjoined, brown hands.

“I see us lasting, Queen.” His voice turned serious as he eyed you with amazement. “I see longevity.”

You tried not to expose your surprise at his use of the same word that expressed the exact same thing that you were seeking in a partner. “So...years.”

“In the double digits,” he alluded, and you couldn’t help the way your stomach flustered at how bold he was being.

“I believe in marriage, Chadwick.”

His reply was instant. “So do I.”

Your heartbeat was so erratic, the thrill of your conversation bringing you such happiness. “And kids? I know you said that you like them, but you can like them and not-”

“No more than three.” He answered for you with a small smile on his handsome face while destroying any doubt that you may have had over this recently confirmed relationship. “But the number doesn’t make a difference, I’d be just as happy with one.”

“There is definitely the cutoff point,” you chuckled. “I’m not pushing out anymore over that.”

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “That’s probably a good thing especially if they inherit your big ass forehead.”

The smile on your face dropped as he laughed. “You know what….fuck you, my forehead is big but cute.” You weren’t even upset as you’d made comments about your forehead while on FaceTime with him on more than one occasion. It was something that you were insecure about once upon a time ago but now embraced and jokingly poked fun at.

“It is,” he agreed, finally letting go of your hand so that you two could resume eating. “And I like big.” He commented slyly as you rolled your eyes. He was like this while away for four months but you were surprised that he was being so vulgar in public. “Them titty’s, that ass-”

You arrogantly interjected. “You love my big booty.”

“Mmmhmm. Especially when you throwing it back on my-“

You almost choked on your food.

“Chadwick!”

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A/N: I gave ya’ll a break from the angst with backstory because only I create a whole story to accompany what was supposed to be a oneshot.

*sighs*

Next chapter returns to the present time, though....

[drunkenvigors]

These are kinda therapeutic for me (I’m going to skip some of them cause there’s a lot though!) sorry if you somehow know me irl and see this

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I would love to be at least 5’6

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) I already have my dream pets and I love them with my entire being

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? No I switch between so many I never look the same lmao

4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Don’t make me answer this it’s too hard to think of, nextttt.

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: 8:30pm (my fave time of day), mashed potatoes, and the rest of my brain goes into oblivion idk

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? I care too much or not at all there’s no inbetween beware I could scare u off or piss u off take ur pick

9: Are you ticklish? Everywhere on me is ticklish unfortunately but you can get a free pass to tickle me for 1min if I think you’re cute, otherwise take ya hands off the merchandise stupid bitch.

10: Are you allergic to anything? Being social

11: What’s your sexuality? I am pansexual but due to being bullied about it I tell everyone I’m Bi.

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? This is a choice nobody should have to make.

13: Are you a cat or dog person? I am a regular person that loves them both

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Short enough to pass as an elf so why not 🧝‍♀️

15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? David Dobrik, hes entertainment for when I’m eating snacks

16: How tall are you? Mind ya business.. 5feet...

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Tee, that’s what I go by anyways so considered it changed

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yes and no.

20: Do you like space or the ocean more? How about neither because they’re big cluster fucks of the unknown and that in itself is terrifying

22: Pet peeves? Letting me get attached and talking to me then leaving me hanging without any fucking explanation like um lmao you suck

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? I’m nocturnal for sure

24: Favorite constellation? Dis pussy

25: Favorite star? Ur moms pussy

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? This sounds sexual

27: Any phobias or fears? Too many dots/holes in the same area, I’ll actually vomit.

28: Do you think global warming is real? OBVIOUSLY

29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Eeeehhhh I guess. I believe in a lot of different theories that I’ve thought of myself, I don’t care what other people think about these things because I’d like to stay true to my own thoughts.

30: Favorite movie? Spirited Away

31: Do you get scared easily? Not really

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? Too much math brb

34: What is a color that calms you? Red yay

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? ... don’t make me say it because I won’t

36: Where were you born? In a Jesus piece praise

37: What is your eye color? Poop

38: Introvert or extrovert? Both depending on the day

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yea & if you don’t we probably won’t get along very well

40: Hugs or kisses? I’m definitely a hugger

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? There’s a very kind soul I’m dying to meet

42: Who is someone you love deeply? Tiger (my cat)

43: Any piercings you want? My bridge

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? This is hilarious if you’ve never seen me before

45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? No smh are u kidding me that shits for the birds ya’heard weed will kill ya ;’(

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! Godddd fucking DAMN he is so nice to me. Better than the stupid fuck people I tried to take care of around my area. These circumstances really suck.

47: What is a sound you really hate? There’s a couple people in mind that when they talk I would love to just shove a sock down their throat

48: A sound you really love? A skateboard on the pavement

49: Can you do a backflip? Fuk off maybe I’ll try to after doing this post

50: Can you do the splits? Used to

51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Myself when I need to get out of certain situations due to excessive anxiety but not wanting to show my real emotions, you feel?

53: How are you feeling right now? Would be better if I wasn’t here rn

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Exactly how it is

55: When did you feel happiest? When I get attention from the person I want it from, stupid romantic bullshit that doesn’t even matter

56: Something that calms you down? Probably my sister because we can laugh anything off together and I mean ANYTHING

57: Have any mental disorders? I can’t count them all on one hand

58: What does your URL mean? It’s from a hopsin song and Bioshock infinite. Good luck figuring it out

59: What three words describe you the most? Confusing, loud, quiet, and I’ll add one more, contradiction

60: Do you believe in evolution? Well.. how do you think we’re humans rn, we came from monkeys or whatever

61: What makes you unfollow a blog? If they post stupid ads or things that’ll try to pursue you into doing something

62: What makes you follow a blog? If it fits my aesthetic

63: Favorite kind of person: funny

64: Favorite animal(s): 🐨

66: Favorite emoticon: 🖤

67: Favorite meme: disgusteng

69: What is your star sign? TAURUS BAAAABYYYY 😍

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? No but I can so wassup dâddÿ

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? I have too many to pick

72: Post a selfie or two? How about no because I’m ugly lmao tf

73: Do you have platform shoes? NO I SHOULD GET SOME TBH

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I’ve pissed myself while drunk too many times to count, do as you wish with this information because I find it hilarious & I’m glad I don’t have an alcohol problem anymore lol

75: Can you do a front flip? Actually, yes, yes I can

76: Do you like birds? Don’t hate me for this but no I really don’t

77: Do you like to swim? Yessss

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Ice skating

79: Something you wish didn’t exist: trump

80: Some thing you wish did exist: a green sky and a purple moon

81: Piercings you have? Lip, nose, ears, nipple (yes only one of them lmao)

82: Something you really enjoy doing: sucking my own dick for attention

83: Favorite person to talk to: myself in the mirror

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Idk I was so young when I made this blog I can’t recall

85: How many followers do you have? Idk does it even matter

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I smoke far too many cigarettes for that

87: Do your socks always match? Never

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? No wtf you thought I was fit? Nexxxttt

89: What are your birthstones? Emerald

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? Koala

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Lillies, sunflowers, or buttercup flowers

92: A store you hate? Aerocrombie or however you fuckin spell it

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 6 or 7

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Read minds but I would probably end up killing myself knowing all the bad things people think of me

95: Do you like to wear camo? Sometimes

96: Winter or summer? Summer

97: How long can you hold your breath for? 326183621

98: Least favorite person? Andrew lol fuck you.

99: Someone you look up to: my homies that have passed away, I look up to them every day

100: A store you love? I like to order things

101: Favorite type of shoes? VANS

102: Where do you live? Doesn’t matter smh

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nnnooo

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Shiet

105: Do you drink milk? Milk drinks me glug glug bitch

106: Do you like bugs? NAH

107: Do you like spiders? NEGATIVE

108: Something you get paranoid about? Crack

109: Can you draw: if I try

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Mannnnn idk

111: A question you hate being asked? Anything about my dead homies makes me at least a little uncomfortable

112: Ever been bitten by a spider? No

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Obviously

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny but not burning hot sunny u feel me

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: who told u this information

THIS IS LONG

120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruit salad perhaps

121: Something you want to do right now: Get tf out of here

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Sky for sure

123: Sweet or sour foods? I eat sweets to confuse the demons inhabiting this body

124: Bright or dim lights? Dimmadomedim

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Bitch u really thought dragons aren’t real

126: Something you hate about Tumblr: everyone is so sensitive bro then y’all gang up and bully someone for something so small & meaningless as if you have nothing better to do with yourselves

127: Something you love about Tumblr: nobody really knows me here & if you do then hey hi wassup I trust you 🖤

128: What do you think about the least? Sheesh I have adhd next question please

129: What would you want written on your tombstone? She was a bitch but she was a lit bitch

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Fuck violence

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My mind

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Ehhhhh on occasion

133: Computer or TV? Tv

134: Do you like roller coasters? Naaah son

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? No

136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed thank god

137: Do you believe in karma? HAH YES, she been slacking though💀👀

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 3 tbh

139: What nicknames do you have/have had? People used to call me gauges and I am so glad that stage is over

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Oh, you mean schizophrenia because yes

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? For years, then I dipped out because I know I can’t be cured from mental instability

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Bad bad baaaad yikes

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving

144: What makes you angry? When people play with me or attention seeking people, I really hate some of y’all cry baby asses fr

145: How many languages do you speak fluently? one sadly

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? All of the above

147: Are you androgynous? Have you seen me because lmao

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: I can’t even pick one because I genuinely hate myself and how I look

149: Favorite thing about your personality: my what now 💀

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person: Jeremy McKinnon I want to tell him thank you. That’s it I guess

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Um probably none

152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Oooooofff I used to years ago but shit I’m over it now

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] my what

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? NO I AM NOT THE MOM FRIEND

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Not unless you’re my actual partner and even then I don’t really like to

156: What embarrasses you? Being outside

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: speaking/existing

158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I love you

159: How many people are you following? Idk prob a lot

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? I’ve had this since I was 12 or something I really don’t know

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? IDFKKK

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? WHAT