A Sure Thing

You just moved into a new neighbourhood and hadn’t had time to introduce yourself to all of the neighbours.

Hal watched you closely through the window, he was instantly drawn to you and knew you had to be his…

AHH! You know I adore Hal.

A Sure Thing

Pairing: Hal Carter x Female Reader Summary: Hal welcomes you to the neighborhood. Word Count: Over 770 Warnings: Implied sexual content, insta love (is that a warning?), Hal Carter (he is a warning) A/N: Thanks for the thot, my hoe partner! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies and divider by the brilliant @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Looking out the window, Hal found himself staring at your place. Again. You moved into the neighborhood not too long ago and were still getting settled. It was strange, but he felt like you belonged with him the moment he saw you. It was your smile that caught his eye. And he knew you were the kind of woman a man dreamt about being with.

Hal didn’t have many things to call his own. He worked hard to build his home from practically nothing and he would always be proud of what he accomplished on his own. Still, he wished he had someone to share it with. The music that filled his place often made him feel alone, but no one around town knew that. They had their own issues to deal with and he didn’t need to complain about being a bit lonely.

You walked out the front door, his eyes following your every movement as you went to the mailbox. You hadn’t had a chance to introduce yourself and he wondered why he hadn’t done so himself. Glancing up from the mail in your hand, you made eye contact with him. He didn’t close the curtain or hide. He kept his gaze steadfast on you.

You raised your hand in a small wave, smiling that same smile that drew him in. Hal wasn’t a coward. If life taught him anything, it was to go after what he wanted. Pushing himself away from the window sill, it was now or never.

He was surprised to see you walk toward his place as he opened the front door, his throat dry the closer you got to him. You were even more beautiful up close. It took everything in him not to take you right there in the grass. He couldn’t behave like an animal, especially when he hadn’t introduced himself.

“Hi. I think I got a piece of your mail,” you smiled, holding up an envelope. “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself.”

“I was actually coming over to say hi myself,” he gave you his most charming smile, holding out his hand. “Hal Carter.”

You told him your name as you gave him the envelope, feeling a spark as your fingertips touched. A shiver of anticipation rolled down his spine as he looked straight into your eyes, holding your gaze as he took a step closer. There was something between the two of you. He knew you felt it, too.

“You wanna come in for a drink?”

Hal’s mouth descended on yours once the front door was shut, swallowing down your small yelp as he pushed you against it. He kissed you deeper, your lips parting for him as he pressed his hard body against yours. He wanted you to feel exactly what you did to him. The taste of you on his tongue produced a craving he didn’t know he was missing. He knew once he dove between your legs and tasted your sweet wetness that he’d be addicted.

Your ragged breathing made him smirk as he pulled his head back, taking in your dazed expression. “If that’s what my kisses do to you,” he began, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb over your lips. “I can’t wait to see how blissed out you’ll look on my cock.”

You blinked, your eyes still glazed as you gave him a smirk of your own. “You say that like it’s a sure thing, Hal Carter.”

“What can I say? I know a sure thing when I see it, baby.”

The soft laugh you let out before you sucked his thumb into your mouth made him impossibly harder. He groaned as you moved your tongue around, your expression somehow innocent as he watched you. Your look called for him to both ruin and take care of you.

“What makes you think I’m a sure thing?” you asked as his thumb slid out of your mouth. “Maybe you welcome everyone to the neighborhood this way.”

He chuckled, unable to resist gripping your chin and stealing another kiss. He detected a hint of strawberry on your delicious lips, making him lick his own. “Just a feeling. And no one else has gotten this kind of welcome,” he promised. He wasn’t that kind of man.

You brought your hand to his cheek, relief in your eyes. “You know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started.”

“So you don’t mind showing me the rest of your place before we have that drink?”

Hal smirked when he picked you up in his arms. “I’ll show you the bedroom first. Best room in the house.”

Full Disclosure

Characters: Jake Jensen x Reader Word Count: 1,807 Summary: You were just minding your own business, silently crushing on your BFF when he dropped a bomb on you. Warnings: Some explicit language.

A/N: Okay I’m giddy AF to participate in week 2 of the #CaptainsWeeklyChallenge! Thanks for hosting this, @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @donutloverxo @captain-a-rogerss ::hugs:: I’m also gonna tag @jtargaryen18 for her #30DaysofChris2020 challenge, since I don’t think you have much Jensen there?? Okay, so I went with this prompt:

Person A: “Compliment me.” Person B: “You have eyes.” Person A: “Great.”

“Oh my god, it’s like brand new,” you grinned, lovingly sliding your fingers over the worn keys of your laptop. “You really are a computer wizard, dude.”

From beside you on the sofa, your best friend Jake Jensen nudged you with his arm, looking smug. “I know.”

You laughed, closing the laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “Thanks for fixing it for me, seriously. I don’t have the money for a new one quite yet.”

Jake rolled his head toward you, looking perfectly relaxed as he lounged in your home like it was his home too. “I could build you a new one. Customize it, whatever you want.”

You made a face, turning to lean back on the sofa arm. You nudged your bare toes against his side, giggling as he jolted and gave you a half-hearted glare. “You have more important things to do than build me a Frankenstein laptop.”

Jake’s lips curled into an amused smile. “I could put bolts on it and everything.”

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tsalyani

4 years ago

Why This Chris Must Go

I didn’t post this until I’d waded through seventeen different sources - including The New York Times and California political donor records (which are public) and wasted too much time that should have been spent harassing my daughter about her homework. But there was a joking little Twitter poll about Which Chris Must Go? that went viral when people starting posting about Chris Pratt’s political and “spiritual” leanings. I was on the fence about Pratt since he abruptly divorced Anna Faris and left their special needs son to hastily marry Katherine Schwarzenegger. Then, he joined the GOP Schwarzenegger family’s church, The Hillsong Church, which considers LGBTQ+ an “offense against god” and advocates for electroshock therapy to get rid of the gay. (Remember that barbaric shit? Even my backwards ass state banned it.) He also works with Jews for Jesus, who attempt to convert people from the Jewish faith to Christianity (I guess with electroshock therapy, since that’s working for the gays, right Chris?) Aaaand, he and his adorable bride donated a heavy chunk of change to Trump’s 2020 re-election campaign. I’m no political scientist, but that sounds like a pretty staunch support for this psycho to get re-elected. Frankly, I don’t care. That’s not why I’m disgusted.

It was quite the backlash. And so guess who leaps to his defense? Some of the rich, white straight guys from Marvel. Robert Downey Jr. who initially posted “Fuck you all.” in response on his Instagram account deleted it before adding this lovely moment of concern. My sweet Mark Ruffalo (oh, Mark, how could you?) did as well.

You know who didn’t leap to his defense? Brie Larsen. Tessa Thompson. Zendaya. (Nor any of the other Chrises, by the way.) So, where was the support when these women were viciously bullied online? Brie got death threats for daring to become Captain America. Tessa and Z were ruthlessly subjected to racism and misogyny for acting in the Marvel Universe. Not a fucking word of defense for these women- who were truly being brutalized. So, RDJ? Fuck you, kitten. Fuck you for being a hypocrite and defending the guy just because the public learned about his leanings and “spiritual” activities. And Mark, I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. And for the other rich, white, straight Hollywood guys to leapt to his defense? Brie, Tessa and Z are still waiting for your passionate words of support.