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[portuguesedisaster]

Darkness fear possesses people. Got it.

#this lady is a badass. If Jon asked me to describe that i would tell him to fuck off #and run away to the Bahamas or something #carol listens to the magnus archives. #mag 73 #the magnus archives #tma #Darkness fear tell me more :) #I love that these fears have fucking cults to do their job

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

White Rabbit

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rafe goes to Barry for help with his “pouge problem” but he gets more help than he bargained for when he meets Barry’s cousin in the most unsuspecting way. He can’t stay away from her, despite Barry’s protests, especially when she’s just as unhinged as he is. Takes place during season 2 episode 4 “Homecoming”. Wk: 6.9k.(oops)

Warnings: Gun violence(reader shoots a guy but doesn’t kill him), cocaine use(both reader and rafe), Barry is not super stoked about R and Rafe being into each other, unprotected sex, oral (m & f), choking, hair pulling, face fucking, Dom!Rafe, Sub!Reader, unhinged reader, spit kink, digration, daddy kink, a lil spanking, biting, Rafe & R are obsessed with each other, R has the nickname “bunny” & is implied to be alternative, her outfit is described but other than that no physical descriptions. Lmk if I missed any please! 18+MNDI!!

A/N: This is my first time ever writing for Rafe, so it might not be the best ever but I fell for this man so hard and I just needed to write him with an unhinged girl. Shout out to my girl @babygorewhore for not only beta reading but hyping me up/brainstorming with me through this entire fic. I might make this into a series of some sort. Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!✨🖤

Rafe slammed his truck door shut as he walked up to Barry’s porch, scoffing when he saw him sitting there with his feet propped up while he read a book.

“Hey, you got my shit?”

“Shit, you’re early.” Barry closes his book and sets it down on the table in front of him, a condescending smirk spreading across his lips.

“Do you have my shit or not, man?” Rafe groans as he plops his large body down onto the rundown cushion of one of the porch chairs.

“Yeah, I got yo shit.” Barry chuckles, pulling the baggy from his pocket and tossing it on the table. “You got my money?”

“Yeah.” Rafe pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slaps it into his hand before grabbing the baggy so he can make himself line. He snorts it, letting out a deep breath after. “I need a piece too.”

“Hooohoooo!! You need a piece? Country Club Killer now, huh?” Barry laughs, his hand coming down to slap his knee.

“Don’t!!” Rafe slams his hand on the table. “Mess with me right now.”

“Aight, what the hell you need a piece for?”

“John B is fucking back.”

“John B is fucking dead dude.”

“Nah man, I saw him for myself in the Bahamas, and just now Top saw him in town with my sister scoring beer.”

“FUCK!!!!” Barry kicks the table, sending it flying a few feet away. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin me? I’m done playing with these kids bruh.”

Barry kicks himself up from his seat, walking over to a locker on the side of the porch. He enters the combination before he pulls out a gun and starts to load it.

“You wanna be done with those little shits once and for all? You’re gonna need a lot more than just a piece. You gotta start going at this shit like a soldier.” He spins the barrel, clicking it into place before handing the gun to Rafe.

“You do this, you know I’ll take care of you, alright? You won’t be doing this shit for nothing man I’ll -“

“YOU THINK I’M SCARED OF YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?” A male voice came booming from behind the house.

“IF YOU AREN’T NOW, YOU FUCKING WILL BE!” Another voice followed, but this one was unmistakably female.

“Dude, what the fuck was that? Is that chick okay? Should you like - I don’t know - deal with that or some shit?” Rafe’s blue eyes scan the other man’s face for signs of distress but it was almost like if he hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Nah bro, that’s my cousin. She’s got it, stop trippin. We doin’ this or not?”

There’s a loud crash and then he hears the girl's voice again.

“I TOLD YOU TO GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!”

“Dude I’m gonna go check it out, that doesn’t sound good.” Rafe isn’t sure why he really gives a shit if this random chick who he hasn’t even seen is alright or not, maybe he’s just high and paranoid. Either way his curiosity gets the best of him and he starts walking towards the back of Barry’s place.

“She doesn’t need your help pretty boy, trust me.” Barry snorts and shakes his head as he begrudgingly follows him.

When Rafe rounds the corner the sight he sees is far from what he was expecting. The man who he heard yelling was shorter than him but more built, probably middle aged, he wore a white tank top and black board shorts and the look in his eyes told him that he was definitely one of Barry’s customers or less reliable dealers. The girl on the other hand? You were half his size, your hair in two braids with ribbons tied at the ends of them, you were wearing a tiny little baby pink tank top and black spandex shorts that barely covered her ass. You had combat boots on your feet that had little white ruffle socks sticking out of the top of them, but what was most shocking? You were holding a Glock in one of your small hands, and the collar of the man’s tank top was gathered in the other. You were standing on your tiptoes whilst also pulling the man down so he was face level with you, the Glock held to his head.

“I said, get on your fucking knees mother fucker, you got a hearing problem or some shit?” You growl at the man and it sends shivers down Rafe’s spine. You were beautiful. He watches as you shove the Glock into the man’s temple and ram your boot clad heel into his thigh causing him to fall to his knees with a grunt.

“Much better.” You smile as you tap his cheek with the gun before bringing it back to the side of his head. “Now, where the fuck is my fucking money?”

“I told you! I told you I don’t fucking have it right now I just need a little time!” The man’s voice is shaky now, his eyes traveling between you and the gun held to his head.

“Time? This isn’t a fucking loan service! Get me my money by tomorrow, or you’re fucked!” Your eyes are filled with fire and you let out a dry laugh.

“What’re you gonna do? Send Barry after me? Where is he at? He knows I always pay, just let me talk to hi-“ He’s cut off abruptly when you hit him across the cheek with the gun.

“SHUT UP!! You’re not fucking talking to Barry, you’re talking to me. If you don’t get my money you aren’t going to have to deal with him, you’re going to have to deal with me. Which I promise you don’t fucking want.” Rafe watches as you lean down into the guy's face, your eyes boring into his, a sinister smile paints your lips, and he isn’t even ashamed of the fact that he felt his cock stir in his pants at your display of dominance over this man twice your size. “Got it??”

“I don’t know how you expect me to get that amount by tomorrow I-“ The man grunts when you hit him in the face with the gun again, his face whipping to the side.

“I said, got it?” You hold the gun between his eyes, your smile never faltering.

“Yeah - yeah! I got it! I got it! Can I go now!?” The man holds his hands by his head in surrender, seemingly not wanting to argue with you further.

“I fucking mean it asshole, tomorrow, by sunset.” You glare at him momentarily before your smile returns, tapping his cheek with the gun again before turning to walk off.

“You aren’t gonna do shit bitch, you’re nothing without that little gun.”

Rafe’s blue eyes widen as he watches the man’s hand reach out and grab for your Glock. He subconsciously takes a step forward in your defense but soon realizes maybe you really don’t need help. Your body whips around, pulling the gun from the guy's reach and shooting him in the foot all in one motion. He screams out in pain, his hands grabbing onto his foot as he falls to the ground.

“Bring me my fucking money. Tomorrow. Or you’re going to be in a lot more pain than that.” You crouch down and spit in the guy's face before walking over him and into the house, letting the door slam shut behind you. Rafe stands there with his dick half hard and his jaw hanging open as he stares at the closed door you just disappeared behind.

“I told you she fuckin’ had it, and don’t even fuckin’ think about it, country club.” Barry’s voice snaps him out of his trance.

“Wha-? Think about what?”

“I see how you’re fuckin’ lookin at her dude, that’s like my sister in there. You stay your messy ass away from her, aight?”

“We should go check on her…” Rafe ignores Barry’s warning, walking towards the house despite his protests.

You let out an agitated groan as you flop down on the couch and toss your Glock on the cushion next to you. You grab a little clear baggy off the coffee table and sprinkle some of the powder onto the small mirror in front of you, using the random gift card you found in your wallet to push a portion of it into a straight line. You grab the rolled dollar bill sitting on the mirror and bring it up to your nose so fucking ready for this line after dealing with that shit head, but right when you bend over the front door slams open, causing you to jump back. Your foot hits the table and the movement makes a mess of your line. You let out a curse under your breath, your eyes rising to glare at your intruder.

You expect Barry, or maybe that fucking idiot really did want to lose a finger today. But instead of the brown eyes of your cousin, or the bloodshot hazel ones of your unreliable dealer, your eyes lock with piercing blue ones. You have to physically stop yourself from gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. He’s tall, really tall, and built, his chest and arms perfectly filling out the blue button up shirt he wore. His chestnut hair looked silky to the touch, his jaw looked perfect for biting, and his face was just all around beautiful. Especially those eyes, the look in them stern. There was something else there you couldn’t quite decipher, it almost seemed possessive.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Uh - yeah? Aside from the fact that you just scared the shit out of me and made me knock my line all over the table, I’m just peachy.” You scoff, throwing him a playful smirk and roll of your eyes.

“Country Club here seems to think you’re some kinda damsel in distress or some shit.” Barry walks through the door behind him, smacking his bicep with the back of his hand and laughing loudly.

“Damsel in distress, huh? I don’t think I’d mind if a pretty boy like you came to my rescue.” You bite your bottom lip, your eyes roaming his figure.

“Hell fuckin’ nah! Quit that shit out right now, Bunny. I mean it. I told him the same shit, I don’t want this.” He gestures between you and Rafe. “To be a thing. You two are a recipe for fuckin’ disaster. This is Rafe Cameron, the dude I was tellin’ you about.”

“What the fuck did you tell her about me man?” Rafe’s voice comes out almost panicked and you find yourself wanting to comfort him immediately. You jump up from your seat and walk around the table so you can stand in front of him. He’s even taller up close, you have to tilt your head all the way to meet his eyes and you stop yourself from clenching your thighs at the height difference.

“So this is the guy that killed the sheriff, huh? Pretty boy is a cop killer? I find that kind of sexy…” You twirl a strand of your hair between your fingers, your teeth subconsciously finding your bottom lip again as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Barry, what the hell man? You told her that shit?” He addresses the other man but his eyes don’t leave yours, the look in them changed from concern to defense, and maybe a little lust? He was honestly looking at you like he wanted to choke you to death and this time you really couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your thighs where you stood.

“Hey, I’m not going to rat you out or some shit. Barry gave me the low down on everyone on the island when I moved, if I’m going to work for him I need to know the ins and outs, ya know? He trusts me, if you trust him, you can trust me. I’m cool.” You give him a smile that you hope is reassuring, you aren’t sure why but you want him to trust you.

“Alright.” His eyes search your face, almost as if he’s trying to read your thoughts, to see if you really mean it.

“Alright, we good?” You extend your hand towards him and he takes it in his much larger one, shaking it.

“We’re good.” You go to pull your hand away but he tightens his grasp, keeping it held in his. “You didn’t tell me your name though, or should I just call you, what did Barry call you? Bunny?”

“Bunny is preferred, but you can call me my real name too, if you’d like.” You let your thumb run across the back of his hand as you tell him your name, your eyes never leaving his.

“AIGHT! That’s enough of alla that.” Barry pushes past you, plopping down on the couch he grabs the bong on the coffee table and starts to load it.

“Bare, stop acting like you’re in charge of who I flirt with. I'm a grown ass woman, you're being dramatic.” You scoff, sending him a death glare.

“Seriously man, you’re acting like you’re her dad or some shit.” He chuckles when your cousin flips him off. “I’m sorry about your line by the way, I really just came to check in on you after I saw you arguing with that asshole out there. Let me make it up to you.”

Rafe brings his hand up to your shoulder, running his thumb over the blade a few times before letting it graze down your arm as he walks towards the couch. You watch as he sits down next to Barry and picks up your gift card, expertly lining the fine power back into a nice row before patting the cushion next to him. A smile breaks across your lips as you take the empty seat. He doesn’t miss the way your tits bounce when your ass hits the couch and the smell of your sweet perfume makes his cock twitch.

“For you, pretty girl.” He holds the folded dollar bill up to you with a smirk and you happily take it from him.

“Thanks, cutie.” You wink at him. When you lean down Rafe notices your hair is in your way so like it’s the most casual thing in the world he brings his large hand up to your face and sweeps the straw pieces behind your ear. He pushes the rest of it behind your shoulder and his hand stays there while you inhale through your nostril. His touch doesn’t leave you, even when you lean back against the couch, he simply adjusts it so it’s around your shoulder.

“You gonna flirt with my cousin all goddamn night or are we gonna deal with your little pouge problem?”

“Pouge problem? What’s going on?” You raise your eyebrows, your eyes traveling between Barry and Rafe.

“You remember that little fucker John B I was telling you about? His ass is alive and back on the island.” Barry shakes his head and lets out a dry laugh.

“That’s the kid the cops think killed the sheriff, right? Damn. That’s not good for you, Rafe.” You make eye contact and bite your lip nervously. “Those kids know you actually killed her, don’t they?”

“Yeah, and my fucking sister is with them. Her and John B were there, they saw the whole goddamn thing.” Rafe groans, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “I can’t have them opening their fucking mouths. I just can’t.”

“Then you know what you have to do, right? Shut them the fuck up, once and for all.” Your eyes darken and it reminded him of the way they looked outside, when you were holding a gun to your dealer's head.

“Yeah, no shit dude, that’s why I said we were going to deal with it.” Barry scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay, I don’t know what the hell is up with you attitude Bare, but fucking ditch it.” You glare at him as you grab the couch pillow next to you and throw it at his face.

“Oh? You wanna fuckin’ go bruh?” Your cousin grins at you, gripping the pillow in his hand and swinging it over Rafe’s body, directly into your face with a cackle.

“Oh you mother fucker!” You let out a laugh, your hands go for the pillow but it’s ripped from your grasp.

“CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!!” Rafe takes the pillow in his large ringed hand and throws it across the room causing you to jump, your smile falling. “Barry, are you gonna help me or not man?”

“Hey.” Your eyes are soft again, you put your hand on his chest and rub soft circles onto his skin through his shirt with the pad of your thumb. “He’s going to help you, and I will too. We were just fucking around, everything’s alright. You’re probably under a lot of stress, huh? Poor thing.”

Rafe isn’t exactly sure how to react. No one has ever taken his anger and looked at it as more than just that, anger, yet here you are knowing him for all of ten minutes and the minute he loses his temper you see it for what it is, stress. Plus you’re kind of coddling him, and he’s never had anyone coddle him before. He almost feels speechless.

“I’m not gonna suck your dick about it like she is but I’m gonna help you man, fuckin’ relax. We doin’ this shit tonight?” Barry cracks his knuckles and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, earning an immediate glare from you. He scoffs, taking his feet off the table with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know why you care so much if my feet are on the table dude, it’s my fuckin’ table anyways.”

“The drugs I put inside my nose are on this table, I don’t want your dirty ass shoes on it. It's common sense really.” He rolls his eyes and you flip him off, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Yeah man, tonight. I want to give this shit over with. I bet you anything they’re at John B’s. They’re stupid enough to go there.” Rafe’s hand is tapping on his already shaking leg and you can tell he’s anxious, you reach out and grab it, stopping his motions. He doesn’t look at you, but he intertwines your fingers, his hand squeezing yours. You squeeze his back and bring your other hand to his bicep so you can rub soothing circles on it. He lets out a sigh. “Once it’s dark, then they won’t see us coming.”

“Aight, let’s do this shit. Bunny, you in?” Barry raises a brow at you, his eyes lingering on the way you’re touching Rafe. “Also, I thought I said I didn’t want this to be a thing.”

“It could be dangerous, I don’t know if you should come, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.” Rafe answers before you can, his hand squeezing yours again in what you assume is supposed to be reassurance but it actually just pisses you off.

“Okay.” Your voice is stern, your hands leave him as you stand from the couch and he immediately misses your touch. “I wanna get something straight, right fucking now. I am not some weak little girl who sits at home while all the fun shit goes down. If that’s the kinda girl you’re into, you are not going to find that with me. I’m a ride or die type of bitch. If my man is in trouble, I’m helping him. So if you want this to be a ‘thing’ as Barry is calling it, then I suggest you accept that sooner rather than later.”

“And you, have no fucking say in who I do and don’t engage with sexually or romatically. Me and Rafe clearly have chemistry and I could tell that the moment I locked eyes with him, so you’re just going to have to get the fuck over it. Are we clear? Both of you?” You look between them, your hands on your hips and that fire Rafe is already becoming addicted to in your eyes.

“Whatever, your lil ass has always been fuckin’ impossible to control. If this blows up in your face I’m gonna say I told you so, cuz.” Barry snorts.

“Yeah baby, I got it.” Rafe cuts in, sending a shockwave through your body with the pet name. “I saw you out there with that guy, you might be tougher than Barry.”

This makes you smile, your eyes turning soft as you approach him on the couch. This time you don’t take the seat next to him, you sit across his lap, facing your cousin with a triumphant smile. Rafe's arm circles around your waist and you nestle in closer to him.

“Alright then. Glad we are all on the same page now. So what’s the plan?”

“FUCK!!!!” Rafe was pissed, he threw himself into the driver's seat of his truck, slamming his hands down on the wheel. “FUCKING BULLSHIT!! THEY HAD TO OF JUST BEEN FUCKING BEEN THERE! POUGE FOR LIFE SARAH?! HUH?! I SEE HOW IT FUCKING IS!!”

“Rafe…” You approach the open driver's door, gently resting your hand on top of one of his that was white knuckling the steering wheel. Completely unafraid, despite the fact that he’s still holding the gun Barry gave him in his other hand. “Let’s just calm down for a second, okay? We’re gonna work it out, they aren’t going to fuck with you.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? I’M FUCKED! YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FUCKING DAD! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FAMILY, IF IT COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY GODDAMN SISTER HE’S GONNA FUCKING CHOOSE HER!!!” His hands leave the wheel, weaving through his hair and tugging, the gun pressed up against the side of his face.

“Hey.” You put your hands over his, turning his face towards yours. “I might not know about all that shit, maybe not yet at least, but I know that when I say I’m going to do something I get it done. You aren’t alone in this, I’m going to help you, okay?”

Your voice is sweet, the look in your eyes is gentle and reassuring, and your hands? They’re so soft, and cool against his face, the feeling of them soothes him in a way he’s never felt before. He lets out a sigh, relaxing under your touch.

“We are going to deal with this, but for right now we need to get the fuck out of here. Those gunshots could’ve caught someone’s attention.” You run your thumbs over the top of his hands before grabbing onto the gun, pulling it from his grasp with a smile. You tuck it into your boot and lean up onto your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, alright.” He nods, his hands smoothing through his hair.

You walk around the front of the truck so you can hop into the passenger seat, Barry already sat in the back anxiously bouncing his leg.

“Okay, let’s take Barry back to the house and then I think you and I should go somewhere together.” You buckle your seatbelt and turn to face him.

“Yeah? Where?” He shoves the keys in the ignition and puts the truck in drive, pulling away from the Châtea and into the night.

“Just trust me, I know a spot.” You kick your feet up on the dash, reaching into your purse for a cigarette and your lighter.

“Every instinct in my body is telling me to tell you to bring your ass home with me, but you’re not gonna listen to me for shit so I’m not gonna waste my breath. Gimme one of those fuckin’ cigarettes though.” Barry leans forward, snatching the entire pack and your lighter from your hands.

“Yeah, you’re better off not arguing with me Bare. Fucking give those back though, dick.” He rolls his eyes, lighting the cigarette he took from your pack before throwing it back to you.

“Yeah whatever, just fuckin’ take me home man.”

“Okay, take a left here and on your right you’re gonna see a little road that goes through these trees.” You point out the window, directing Rafe as he drives.

“Where the hell are you taking me, huh? You taking me out somewhere quiet to sacrifice me?” He chuckles, looking over at you with a smirk.

“Mmm, I bet you’d like that, huh? Preppy rich boys like you always like the fucked up alternative girls from the sticks.” You return his smirk with one of your own.

“Ha! I guess you’re right, I wouldn’t mind if you spilled a little bit of my blood, as long as I could spill yours too…” he reaches the end of the road, driving into a clearing in the trees, a patch of lone beach in front of you.

“Yeah? That’s hot. Stop here.” He obliges, putting the truck into park and taking off his seatbelt. You do the same, turning towards him with your legs tucked underneath you.

“What’re we really doing out here, vampire girl?” His eyes meet yours momentarily before the trail down your body, taking extra time to admire your tits in your top.

“Mmm, well, I know you’re really stressed and I just thought… maybe you could take some of your frustrations out on me?” You lock eyes with him, your tongue running over your bottom lip before you take it between your teeth.

“Yeah? You brought me out here so I would fuck the shit out of you?” He licks his lips, his large hand reaches out to rest on your thigh, squeezing the meat of it between his fingers.

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want to take me home after that shit you said about your family and Barry would probably either kill us both or have a stroke if you fucked me how I want you to fuck me at my place.” You said it oh so matter of fact, that smirk ever present on your lips.

“And how do you want me to fuck you? Huh, bunny?” His hand runs along the length of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He grabs onto it, the tips of his thumb and his pinky just dipping under the fabric.

“I want you to fuck me like you hate me, take your frustrations out on me, Rafe. Use me.” Your voice comes out desperate and it makes him groan.

“I’ve barely even touched you yet and you’re already practically begging for me… you wanna be my little slut, that it?” His thumb runs down the seam of your shorts, stopping at your wet core. “You’re fucking dripping. I can feel it through your panties.”

“It’s all for you, want you, want to be your little slut so bad.”

“Fuck.” The hand not on your thigh reaches for your throat, squeezing it and cutting off your air supply in the most delicious way. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

He uses his grip on your throat to pull your face to his, smashing his lips against your own in a bruising kiss. You moan against his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers through his hair at the same time that his hand on your thigh pushes your shorts and panties to the side, burying two fingers in your wet cunt with little resistance. He begins pumping them in and out of you while his grip on your throat never falters. He pulls away from the kiss, his blue eyes almost black with lust as they bore into your own. His thumb finds your clit and your back arches, a loud moan ripping through you.

“Open your fucking mouth.” You oblige, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. He leans over you and lets a string of spit drop onto your waiting tongue. You moan as you happily swallow it. “Good girl. Want you to cum for me.”

His fingers hook just right inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and his thumb circles your clit perfectly. You feel your high approaching fast, you push your tank top down, letting your braless tits fall free. You grab them in your hands, tweaking your nipples, it causes your eyes to roll back and you feel that coil in your stomach about to snap. Rafe’s hand leaves your throat and grips onto your jaw in one swift motion.

“Fucking look at me when I make you cum.” He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, causing your lips to pout. “I own this pussy now, that means I own your orgasms too, look at me while I take what’s mine.”

You open your eyes, and the minute they meet his your high crashes over you like a tidal wave. A broken moan leaves your throat and your walls clench around his large fingers as they continue to fuck you through your high. He pulls them from your pussy, holding them up to his face to examine them. They’re creamy white and glistening in the moonlight. You grab his wrist and take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. He growls in response, shoving them further down your throat. You gag and he licks his lips, the sound going straight to his cock.

“Fuck, wanna feel you gagging around my dick. Get out of the truck and get on your knees, now.” He pulls his fingers from between your lips and takes them into his own mouth. The taste of your spit mixed with the remainder of your arousal sending his eyes to the back of his head. You follow his direction, hastily throwing the truck door open and getting out. You start to walk around the back and he stops you halfway, grabbing you by the hair so he can pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth while you kneel in the sand like the dirty slut you are. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

You nod as best as you can with the grip he has on your head, that sickeningly sweet smirk from when he first saw you earlier that day spread across your lips.

“Yeah, daddy, I want you to use my mouth like a fucking cock sleeve.” His eyes widen and a groan rips through him at the sound of that name leaving your lips.

“Fuck. Take this off.” He grabs the hem of your tank top and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. He takes your tits in his hands and squeezes them, the coolness of them sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core, your nipples hardening under his touch. “Fucking perfect tits. Knees. Now.”

You drop to your knees and eagerly reach for the button on his shorts undoing it and his zipper in one swift motion. His cock is straining against his black boxers and your mouth waters at the sight. You pull his shorts and boxers down and it springs free, thick and hard and leaking just for you. You knew he would be big, but goddamn his cock is huge.

“Mmm daddy, you’re so big, fuck.” You spit on your hand and bring it to his shaft, lightly stroking him. That bead of precum on his head is practically begging you to taste it so you lean forward and lick his slit with the tip of your tongue. You circle his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking eagerly.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, suck daddy’s cock.” His hands grab onto your braids like makeshift handlebars and he uses his grip to push himself all the way down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He holds your head there for a few seconds before pulling you off with a pop. Your mouth subconsciously chases his taste. “Oh you’re such an eager little whore huh? You like that? You like gagging on my cock?”

You nod and his grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back so you’re looking up into his eyes.

“Fuckin’ answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes - yes daddy, I fucking love it.”

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks down at you, shoving his cock back into your mouth and immediately thrusting into your throat. You gag and your eyes water, your mascara already starting to run down your cheeks. “God. Fucking look at you, I can see my cock in your throat baby.”

So much drool is dripping out of the sides of your mouth that it’s started to run down your chest and onto your tits. You swipe your fingers through it, wetting them before bringing them to his balls, caressing them in your lubed up hand.

“Oh fuck! Yeah, shiiiiit, play with my fucking balls, that’s so fucking good.” You look up at him and his head is thrown back, his neck on display, you can see all the veins in his biceps and the moans leaving him are feral. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight. Your hand travels between your legs and into your little spandex shorts, expertly finding your already slick clit and rubbing quick circles over it. Your moans increase in volume and it causes him to glance down at you, taking notice of your hand in your shorts.

“Hey, what the fuck did I say huh?” He pulls you off of him, bending at the waist so his face is hovering over yours. “I said that’s my fucking pussy, that means I’m the only one who gets to make you cum. Get up.”

He lets go of your hair, grabbing you underneath your arms and pulling you to your feet. He turns towards the truck and rips the bed open, grabbing onto your hips and roughly turning you. He pushes down on your back, and you take the hint, bending at the waist so your top half is against the truck bed. The plastic floor is cool and rough against your nipples and your lower half hangs off the truck, your feet not touching the ground. A harsh smack lands on your ass, causing you to help and jolt forward.

“You’re not so tough now, huh, vampire girl? Your pathetic dealers know you’re just a little slut who likes to get thrown around? Or is that just for me?” He grabs onto your shorts and panties, ripping them down to your ankles where they pool at the top of your boots. “Look at you, you’re so fucking wet.”

He drops to his knees, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your asshole and back again. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth and his hand comes down on your ass again. You feel like you’re going to cum embarrassingly soon. His fingers run through your slick lips before they’re sliding inside you, immediately hooking into your sweet spot. You cum suddenly and hard, your whole body shaking underneath him.

“Please fuck me now daddy, please, I want your cock so bad” you voice is whiney and you shake your ass from side to side, arching your back so it’s further on display for him.

“Quit begging, I’m gonna give you what you want, don’t be a greedy brat.” He stands, two harsh smacks landing on your ass. He takes his cock in his hand and runs the head through your slit, coating it in your wetness. He pushes into you in one swift motion, and immediately starts fucking you at a brutal pace.

“Yes! Fuck! You’re so big, feels so full.” Your voice is a breathy moan, his cock feels like it’s in your lungs and the door to the truck bed is digging into your hips but god it feels so good. His hands are grabbing your hips so roughly that you think his nails might be drawing blood, and god you hope they are. You want him to mark you as his, anywhere and everywhere.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, gripping my cock so good. This pussy was fucking made for me. Say it.” He leans over you, practically crushing you, but his cock hits even deeper than before and his mouth latches onto your neck and it’s like he read your mind because he starts to roughly suck and bite into your skin. Definitely leaving marks behind. “Say it. Say this pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy was fucking made for you, daddy.” You arch your back, pushing your ass back against him the best you can with your limited movement, wanting to feel every ridge and vein of him as deep inside you as possible.

“Yeah it fucking was.” He leans back, his hand gripping onto your hair again so he can pull your back against his chest. The sting of the truck against your hips at an all time high. He releases your hair so he can grip onto your throat instead, his other hand coming down to rub your clit. The feelings of pain mixed with pleasure sending you closer and closer to another orgasm. “You gonna cum already? I can feel you tightening around my cock baby girl.”

“Yeah - yeah I’m - fuck - I’m gonna cum for you daddy, you just feel sofuckinggood.” You’re a drooling whimpering mess and the coil is seconds away from snapping when he stops his movements and pulls out of you, taking your orgasm with him. “Hey what-“

Before you can protest he grips onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back. He grabs your throat and pulls you into a sitting position, grabbing onto your thigh with his other hand so he can pull you to the edge of the truck.

“I told you, I want you to look at me when you cum. You owe me for that last one.” He slams his cock into you, continuing to fuck you like his life depends on it. His thumb finds your clit again and his mouth latches onto your neck, biting down so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a bruise in the shape of his teeth marks. You’d get it tattooed if he wanted. You already knew at that moment this man had ruined all other men for you. He had you.

“Fuck - fuck daddy, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum”

“Fucking cum for me, I’ll fill this little pussy up, paint your walls with my cum. Milk my cock, slut.”

His words send you over the edge, cumming harder than you have all night. Your walls convulse around him and your nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. But that’s not what does him in, it’s the fact that you never break eye contact with him for a second. Obeying him like the good girl you are.

“Fuck! Good fucking girl, best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Never gonna leave you alone now. Never quitting this pussy.” He cums with a growl, shoving his cock deep inside you. He fucks you through his high, his thrusts never letting up, his face shoved into your neck. When he finally starts to come down he lets his softening cock slip out of you, his lips finding yours and kissing you with fever.

“Never quittting this pussy, huh, pretty boy? That’s a bold statement to make about a girl you just met.” You smirk at him, taking his face in his hands and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

“Don’t fucking care, I meant every word. You’re fucking mine now.” He turns his head to the side, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“Does that mean you’re mine too? I don’t do one sided bullshit.”

“Yeah baby, that means I’m yours too. Come on, get your clothes on, let’s get the fuck out of here.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, grabbing your clothes off the sandy ground and shaking them out before handing them to you.

“You gonna take me home now? Barry is just gonna love all the hickies I know you left on my neck.” You smirk at him, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Nah, I’m bringing you home with me. Gonna fuck you all night long.” He cups your jaw in his hand, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“What about your family?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fuck em, you’re my girl now, they’re going to have to get used to it. Get your ass in the truck, I wanna fuck you in my shower.”

You giggle, running around to jump in the truck. You didn’t even see his family that night. But they definitely heard Rafe making good on his promise to fuck you all night long and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to feel bad. Not that night, and not the next morning when he introduced you to his dad and step mom while they had disgusted looks on their faces. You just smiled, happily shaking their hands like you weren’t calling their son daddy until the sun came up.

Tagging moots who might be interested: @chrrymunson @emsgoodthinkin @imyourdaninow 🖤

#rafe Cameron #rafe OBX #rafe Cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe Cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron x fem!reader #Dolly writes

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#z #zoo eyes

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: Columbus’s Serpent

Description: The Columbus Serpent was a crocodile-like creature seen and killed in a lagoon on Crooked Island, Bahamas by none other than Christopher Columbus. He described the snake as 5ft long and intended to skin it and bring it back to Spain. He didn’t. 

#cryptid #cryptids #cryptozoology #cryptid of the day #columbus's serpent

[ofdarklands]

28 - Chickcharney

The chickcharney is a legendary creature in the folklore of Andros Island in the Bahama Islands. It is said to have an appearance very much like an owl, and is typically described as being around 3 feet tall and covered with fine feathers that resemble fur. The creature is said to have three fingers, three toes, and large, piercing red eyes situated on a head that allegedly has the ability to turn around nearly 360 degrees. There is also often mention of a prehensile tail that helps the arboreal birds to climb in the trees where they make their homes. chickcharney nests are reportedly composed of the tops of two pine trees tied together.

The creatures are known to be very mischievous and on occasion quite aggressive. It is said that if a traveler happens to come across a chickcharney, it would be wise to treat it kindly. Those who treat the chickcharney well and show respect are said to be rewarded with good luck, while those who don’t, or even worse those who laugh at the creature, will meet with bad luck and hard times. If the chickcharney is especially offended, it is said that the creature will violently and forcibly twist the persons neck all the way around. Andros islanders who are wary of chickcharnies often carry brightly colored flowers or pieces of cloth in order to charm the creatures and dissuade them from attacking or causing trouble.

#inktober2023 #my works #inktober #would you give this man your wallet y/n?

[a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives]

Here’s Why Everyone Is Talking About A Pirate Drama That Ended In 2017

Black Sails has been described as Game of Thrones with pirates

If Black Sails kicked off in 2020 instead of 2014, it certainly would have thrown fuel on the raging fire that was TikTok’s sea shanty obsession. The reality is that this TV series aired on Starz from 2014 for four seasons, coming to a close in 2017. So why is everyone talking about it now, a decade after it began?

Black Sails is coming to Netflix very soon, triggering its fans to emerge from the woodwork and promote the show online. ‘I am SO excited for people who’ll be watching this show for the first time,’ one user wrote, with many others recommending the series to fans of Game of Thrones. With House of the Dragon still a few months away, here’s why you should tune into Black Sails this month.

New To Netflix: Black Sails

What Is Black Sails About?

Black Sails transports us back to 1715 – aka the Golden Age of Piracy. Set in New Providence, an island in the Bahamas, we meet the feared Captain Flint (Toby Stephens) who brings a new younger crew member into the fold (‘Long’ John Silver, played by Luke Arnold) as his crew continues to fight for survival and negotiate their space on the island.

Is Black Sails Based On A Book?

Black Sails was written as a prequel to Robert Louis Stevenson’s classic novel, Treasure Island (1883).

Is It Based On A True Story?

While Black Sails isn’t based on a true story, it does trace real events. The first season focuses on the hunt for the Spanish treasure galleon Urca de Lima, a real ship that sank in 1715 near Fort Pierce in Florida (where it still lies). Season two traces the fallout of Urca de Lima’s treasure being stranded in Florida, strictly guarded by Spanish soldiers while pirates prowl the shores. The subsequent third and fourth seasons then look at the war for the control of New Providence between the pirates and the British Empire – a la Pirates of the Caribbean.

Likewise, some of the characters are based on real people. Real pirates fictionalised in the show include:

Blackbeard (Ray Stevenson)

Anne Bonny (Clara Paget)

Benjamin Hornigold (Hakeem Kae-Kazim)

Jack Rackham (Toby Schmitz)

Charles Vane (Zach McGowan)

Ned Low (Tadhg Murphy)

Israel Hands (David Wilmot)

Meanwhile, Captain Woodes Rogers (Luke Roberts) – who represents the British Empire in seasons three and four – is based on a real English sea captain and slave trader, and subsequently the first Royal Governor of the Bahamas.

Was Captain Flint A Real Pirate?

Captain Flint is a fictional character who was first created by Robert Louis Stevenson in Treasure Island. He has since appeared in multiple works of fiction, including A. D. Howden Smith’s Porto Bello Gold (1924), John Drake’s Flint and Silver (2008), Pieces of Eight (2009) and Skull and Bones (2010), and J. M. Barrie’s Peter and Wendy (1904).

Where Was Black Sails Filmed?

Black Sails was filmed in Cape Town, South Africa, mainly inside at Cape Town Film Studio. Because the real city is so different today than it was in the 1700s, Nassau – the capital of the Bahamas, located on New Providence island – was built from scratch in a studio over a period of four months, as were two large water tanks to house the series’ two ships. Some scenes were filmed outside in and around Cape Town when new terrain was required, but most of the series was filmed on set.

The Cast

The cast of Black Sails is incredibly large, but key characters to know include:

Toby Stephens as James McGraw/Captain Flint

Hannah New as Eleanor Guthrie

Luke Arnold as ‘Long’ John Silver

Jessica Parker Kennedy as Max

Tom Hopper as William ‘Billy Bones’ Manderly

Zach McGowan as Charles Vane

Toby Schmitz as Jack Rackham

Clara Paget as Anne Bonny

Mark Ryan as Hal Gates

Hakeem Kae-Kazim as Mr. Scott

Sean Cameron Michael as Richard Guthrie

Louise Barnes as Miranda Hamilton/Barlow

Rupert Penry-Jones as Thomas Hamilton

Luke Roberts as Woodes Rogers

Ray Stevenson as Edward Teach

David Wilmot as Israel Hands

Harriet Walter as Marion Guthrie

The Trailer

Interested? Here’s the trailer for a taste of the action.

WATCH

All episodes of Black Sails are streaming on Netflix from 17 April 2024.

Source: Country & Town House

#black sails #black sails on netflix #luke arnold #tom hoppers #jessica parker kennedy #clara paget #toby schmitz #zach mcgowan #luke robert jr #hannah new #hakim kae kazim #louise barnes #nick boraine #rupert penry jones #ray stevenson #david wilmot #sean cameron michael #Youtube

[labete-du-gevaudan]

It is thought that a mysterious creature known as the Lusca lives in marine sinkholes called blue holes. The specific blue holes that the Lusca is said to call home are located near Andros, an island in the Bahamas. It is described as being an enormous octopus, sometimes with the head of a shark. The Lusca is anywhere between 75 and 200 feet long, has razor sharp teeth, and tentacles. Some stories say that the Lusca even has the ability to change color in order to camouflage itself. It is said that the beast swims in hiding through the underwater tunnels that make up the blue holes until it breaks the surface to destroy ships and feast on fishermen.

#lusca #north american cryptid #my post

[mollymorgansshovel]

POV  you’re a massage therapist on Atlantis and these are your annoying clients

Sheppard: Self-destructive runner type. Gets massaged to get hurt. Like, wants bruising pressure on his tight calves and hamstrings. Doesn’t give direct answers to questions about how the pressure is. Says weird indirect things like, “that’s a real zinger” instead of helpfully asking for less pressure or more time on any particular area. Works very hard and awkwardly to make it clear he’s non-threatening, using the phrase “in your professional opinion” several times.

McKay: Spends ten minutes on intake explaining his medical history, very little of which is relevant. Triple-checks that there are no citrus oils in your massage lotion. Is an absolute baby on the table, wincing and tensing at the slightest bit of pressure, but complaining when you use light pressure that you’re not going to get the knots out of his neck. Asks, “Is that muscle tight?” about every muscle, and when you say yes, he explains the reason why (complaining about his over-athletic friends making him do things.) You try to take the 10-minute intake out of his hands-on massage time so that your appointment doesn’t run late, but he notices the time and asks why you’re finishing early.

Teyla: Very pleasant client, when she’s able to commit to relaxing. Sometimes she is not able to commit to relaxing, and she seems to take it out on you, suggesting you are not doing enough to reduce her shoulder strain. She likes a lot of pressure and does not even mind things like bones being bruised, which is only hard because you do not want to hurt her because she is so nice.

Ronon: Gives you ZERO information to work with. Just answers “sure” to everything. You try to give a very medium-pressure, medium-everything massage, and get pretty much no feedback from it. His muscles soften a little, but it is a lot of muscle mass to manipulate, so it’s physically demanding work and you’re not even sure he’s happy with the results. You ask him to turn over onto his back and he does it in .5 seconds flat as if he was lying there fully alert waiting for something to do. He smiles really nice at you when he leaves though.

Ford: Giggles the whole time. When you find a sore spot. When you find a ticklish spot. When you prod a muscle he didn’t realize he had. When you put an elbow in his glutes. Don’t even get me started on his feet. He apologizes for the giggling, but doesn’t stop.

Elizabeth: Tells you she wants to relax, asks for lavender aromatherapy and everything, but asks you not to get oil in her hair because she just washed it!! How are you supposed to focus on relieving neck tension when you’re supposed to be focusing on absolutely not touching her hair?? And you can tell SHE is lying there being hyper-aware of the proximity of your oily fingers to her hair, which is not conducive to relaxation. Usually scalp massage is a surefire way to calm someone down, but you’re not allowed to touch her head. She also twitches when you use firm pressure on her shoulders, but you’re not sure if it’s in pain or if she’s worried you’re going to accidentally touch her hair. She tells you the pressure is fine. You don’t know what to believe. The relaxing lavender aromatherapy doesn’t seem to work very well.

Woolsey: The only time he talks during the session is to tell you anecdotes about the best spa experiences of his life. Describes the massage he got on a cruise to the Bahamas. Asks if you do this one hot-towel technique he once received at a spa in Sweden. You can tell he is comparing you to these other five-star experiences, and that you are not coming out a winner. You ask if he’d like water after the massage and he says yes, but when you bring him water, he touches it and says, “Oh, it’s cold water. I assumed it would be warm. Cold water after a massage...doesn’t agree with me” and hands it back to you. He leaves you a $50 tip, but it feels like a passive-aggressive pity fee.

Caldwell: Gets 90-minute deep tissue on his back. He needs it. Look how he sits. You tell him that working on his glutes and hamstrings would help with the low-back pain, but he insists it’s just his back that bothers him so you can only work on that. Misuses the word “sciatica.”

Becket: Very vocal client, grunts a lot. Tells you what a good job you’re doing, using very descriptive medical terms. “Is that the sternal head or the clavicular head of the SCM? It’s very tight whatever it is. Clearly I’m not doing a good enough job stretching. Thank you for the reminder.”

Zelenka: Best massage client. Knows how to use the spa to get away from work. Fully relaxes and doesn’t complain about a damn thing. 

#stargate atlantis #sga #John sheppard #massage stuff #posture things

[ltwilliammowett]

The Lusca

The Lusca is a sea monster said to live in Caribbean waters, especially around the Bahamas. The fearsome creature is said to look like a giant octopus with gigantic tentacles. Other traditions claim that Lusca is a chimera of octopus and shark, while others describe the monster as a dragon creature with tentacles and that Lusca is not an isolated creature but belonged to a large group.

The Lusca, by SepiaLepus

This sea monster is said to be enormous, growing over 75 feet - 200 feet (c. 23m- c.61m) long, and some theories say that the Lusca can change its body colour like real krakens. The Lusca is usually associated with the blue holes on the coast of the Bahamas, with several sightings reported on Andros Island, where there are up to 50 blue holes in the sea. There, it is reported that fishermen, divers and others who approached the holes or swam in them simply disappeared, and so many thought they had fallen victim to the Lucas as food. But they are also said to have hunted down and sunk entire ships.

St. Augustine "monster" of 1896 -presumably these are more the remains of a whale  (x)

What is striking is that, as with the Kelpies, there is no origin for the Lucas, even though a supposed Lusca was found on St. Augustine in 1896. Among the locals, however, the legend of the Lusca is considered folklore (as with the Kelpies), to keep people away from the blue holes, as they were very dangerous due to their nature and could and still can become a death trap.

#naval history #sea monser #lusca #caribbean #age of sail #age of steam #modern

[lilystargazerwhite]

Touhou style myths, both being from the Caribbean because I have been meaning to make some from that area for a while.

First is a Moongazer/Phantome, from Trinidad. They walk at night on roads during full moons, so tall their legs long they appear to be street lights. They gaze at the moon, having no real other goals. But, to walk between their scissor like legs will cause them to snap shut, killing whatever was walking instantly. The only real way to avoid them is to just not go out at night of full moons, or listen for their whistling when walking.

Second is Chickcharney, from the Bahamas. Described as a 3 foot tall owl like creature, the way you treat it is how they treat you, either rewarding behavior or attacking and cursing the person. They build their nests by pulling the tops of pine trees together. It’s theorized these are really ancient barn owls who went extinct about 20,000 years ago.

#touhou #touhou project #touhou fanart #touhou style myths #Moongazer #chickcharney

[proton-wobbler]

Yellow-rumped Warbler (Setophaga coronata)

There are (currently) four subspecies within Setophaga coronata:

Myrtle Warbler (S.c. coronata)

Audubon's Warbler (S.c. auduboni)

Black-fronted Warbler (S.c. nigrifrons)

Goldman's Warbler (S.c. goldmani)

Our story (my rambling) begins with Myrtle and Audubon's Warblers being described as separate species, until a study in 1973 found evidence that the two routinely hybridized within a small strip of Western Canada. The Biological Species Concept* defines a species as any members of a population which can interbreed and create fertile offspring, and with the limited genetic evidence of the time, this concept was used to lump Myrtle and Audubon's into the Yellow-rumped Warbler. (*keep in mind there are many ways to define a species, so this single concept isnt a "be all, end all" argument)

This hybrid zone, however, is only 80 miles across, and has been shown to be stable over the past 50 years, suggesting the hybrids may not be as viable as previously thought. This, coupled with a new and overwhelming comparison between the birds' genomes, suggests that Myrtle and Audubon's Warblers are indeed separate species.

So the story goes back even further, because this story is really about bird populations and not our human ability to categorize them. The most likely situation is that the Myrtle Warbler was separated from the other three forms of the species during the Pleistocene glaciation, over the last million years or so. This pattern can also be seen in other "paired" species from East to West, such as Baltimore and Bullock's Orioles, or Rose-breasted and Black-headed Grosbeaks. The glaciers cut off the breeding population of Myrtle Warblers, and only after their receding could they move West to meet in the middle again.

In an interesting twist, the leading idea is that Audubon's Warbler is not only a separate species, but is actually a hybrid species which arose from Myrtle meeting the Black-fronted Warbler once it expanded back West. This hypothesis is supported by mitochondrial DNA of a sedentary population of Audubon's being very similar to Black-fronted, rather than to Myrtle Warblers. There needs to be more study into the genomics of these birds to confirm whether or not Audubon's would stand as it's own species, or if it and Black-fronted are more closely related.

Off to the side of all this is Goldman's Warbler, which makes sense when you take a look at the breeding range of these warblers. Black-fronted and Goldman's Warbler are both non-migratory birds, and the population of Goldman's Warbler is located almost entirely in Guatemala, with possible populations to the west in Chiapas, Mexico. In the same genomics study above, Goldman's Warbler stood out as unique when compared to both Myrtle and Audubon's DNA.

To sum this up: more study is needed between Myrtle, Audubon's, and Black-fronted to confirm previous findings, but a three-way species split from this single species seems to be supported. The International Ornithological Congress (IOS) has already done so, splitting Yellow-rumped Warbler into Myrtle, Audubon's (with Black-fronted as a subspecies), and Goldman's Warbler.

While we're on the topic- hybridization between Setophaga warblers is not unheard of, and Yellow-rumped Warbler has multiple documented hybrids in the Macaulay library. I won't post all the pictures, but the best are linked as follows: Cape May, Magnolia, Palm, Yellow-throated, Grace's, Townsend's, Hermit, Black-throated Green). Other than it's own species-complex, Yellow-rumps are most closely related to Yellow-throated and Bahama Warbler.

Sources Below

Wikipedia (for ease of summarization)

Birds of the World (for the more in-depth story)

Barry the Birder (for the compiled image of all four birds, and for talking about the All About Birds article so I could find and link that)

All About Birds (for the range-pic, and for summarizing the study from The Auk- way better than I did, I may add. Go read their article if this intrigued you.)

Papers cited in Birds of the World:

[on 'lumping' YRWA] Eisenmann, E. (1973). Thirty-second supplement to the American Ornithologists' Union check-list of North American birds. Auk 90: 411–419.

[on the hybrid zone] Hubbard, J. P. (1969). The relationships and evolution of the Dendroica coronata complex. Auk 86:393-432.

[hybrid zone] Barrowclough, G. F. (1980). Genetic and phenotypic differentiation in a wood warbler (genus Dendroica) hybrid zone. Auk 97:655-668.

[hybrid zone] Brelsford, A., and D. E. Irwin (2009). Incipient speciation despite little assortative mating: the Yellow-rumped Warbler hybrid zone. Evolution 63:3050-3060

[on mtDNA between auduboni and nigrifrons] Milá, B., Toews, D.P.L., Smith, T.B. and Wayne, R.K. (2011). A cryptic contact zone between divergent mitochondrial DNA lineages in southwestern North America supports past introgressive hybridization in the yellow-rumped warbler complex (Aves: Dendroica coronata). Biological Journal of the Linnean Society. 103: 696–706.

[on the 'hybrid origin' of auduboni] Brelsford, A., Milá, B. and Irwin, D.E. (2011). Hybrid origin of Audubon’s Warbler. Molecular Ecology. 20(11): 2380–2389.

[on 'splitting' YRWA] Toews, D.P.L., Brelsford, A., Grossen, C., Milá, B. and Irwin, D.E. (2016). Genomic variation across the Yellow-rumped Warbler species complex. Auk. 133(4): 698–717.

#setophaga #parulidae #passeriformes #birds #north american birds #american birds #yellow rumped warbler #audubon's warbler #myrtle warbler #goldmans warbler #for the purpose of the bird poll I am treating them as separate species #it helped round out the numbers and made showcasing them a bit easier lol

[writeforfandoms]

It’s a Marshmallow World

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Fresh off a bad breakup, you go on a vacation out to a ranch to go horseback riding, get out of the apartment, and get some fresh air. You deserve a vacation, after all. Except everything goes wrong, leaving you just about ready to pack up and call it quits until Jack comes to the rescue. 

Warnings: Swearing, emotions, I threw an OC in because why not (but he only appears over the phone), brief mention of alcohol and drinking, Jack is too charming, fluff. So much fluff. I chose the title for a reason. 

The place described is based off a place I stayed a few years back. However I did take artistic license with the horses. 

Word count: 5.6k

Jack Daniels x f!reader

Part 2 will be up by the end of the week

Prologue 

You stared at the calendar app on your phone, fingers numb, heart rabbiting in your chest. 

You had nearly forgotten, with everything else happening. 

But the blocked out dates showing "Vacation time!!!" taunted you with the truth. And, honestly, added more things to add to your to-do list. 

The vacation was supposed to be a one year trip and holiday celebration with your now ex-boyfriend Todd. The two of you had figured everything out together, although looking back on it now you realized you'd done the lion's share of the work. But you'd paid separately, sharing the cost of the room. 

Clearly, he wouldn't be going on that trip now. 

You huffed out a breath, staring at the still-empty half of the room where his shit used to be. Before you kicked him out. Lying piece of shit. 

Well. Time to make a decision. 

A few quick taps on your phone got you to Dev's contact, and you called. And then waited. 

"'Lo?" He grumbled into the phone, sounding half asleep still. 

"Hey. I need your opinion on something."

Dev made a rough noise of amusement. "You sure? Last time you asked my opinion, it led to you ending your relationship." 

"That was a necessary kick in the pants," you excused, waving a hand absently. "That's fine. Besides, I trust your judgment." 

Dev yawned. "Hit me."

"Remember that vacation Todd and I booked? Back in August?"

"Yeah?" Dev sounded faintly confused. 

"I never canceled it. Totally slipped my mind with everything else going on." 

"Shit, really?" Dev laughed a little. "Well, damn. You should go. The deposit is probably non-refundable. And it'll be good for you to get away for a few days, get out of the house for something other than work."

"I know," you admitted, sheepish and nervous and stressed. "I just… what if I don't like it? What if I'm still too caught up in my own head?"

"Sweetie, I say this with all the love in my cold black heart. You are always too caught up in your own head." 

You snorted. You couldn't help yourself. He wasn't wrong exactly. 

"Listen. You're going to go on this trip. You're going to have fun. Play with some horses, find someone pretty to flirt with, have a few extra drinks. You deserve it." Dev sounded both firm and amused, because he knew you too well. 

"I mean…"

"Nope. No arguing with me. Or I'll come over there and kick your ass." 

You laughed finally, and it felt like some vice around your heart relaxed, just a little. "Alright, alright. Fine. I'll go on this trip. But if I don't have a good time, you'll be hearing about it forever." 

"If you don't have a good time, I'll take you to the Bahamas myself," Dev told you. "Is that your only existential crisis for the day? Please say yes. I'm still exhausted."

You snickered. "Yeah, that's all. Get some more sleep, you vampire." 

"Uh huh. You're welcome." Dev hung up on you. 

Snorting in amusement, you dropped your phone back to your lap. Well. Looks like you needed to do some more research. You still remembered everything about the property and the ranch and all that, but you needed to look at the weather and accommodations again. So you could pack sufficiently. 

Despite yourself, a little spark of excitement started, sheltered snug in your ribs. This could be fun. 

Part One 

You were this close to crying out of sheer frustration. The drive had been too long and quiet by yourself, even with one of your favorite playlists on. Traffic had been bad and it had taken you an extra hour, because of course the holiday traffic had started more than a week before the actual holiday. Then you got to your cabin and discovered that the heating hadn't been turned on, so your cabin was freezing. Not quite literally, but it felt that way. 

And, to top it all off, you couldn't get the damn fire going. 

You stared in utter betrayal at the logs in the fireplace, hot tears pricking your eyes. You took a deep breath. No, you were not going to cry. You refused. You just weren't going to do it. 

One more deep breath, and you felt steady enough to call up to the front desk. 

"Front desk, how can I help?" The voice on the other end of the phone was definitely not the soft-spoken young woman you had checked in with. 

"Um, I can't get the heat turned on," you said slowly, unreasonably embarrassed. "And I'm trying to get a fire going, but uh…" 

"I'll have someone come down to check on the heat right now," the man assured you soothingly. "Apologies for that, ma'am."

"Thank you." You hung up and buried your face in your hands. 

This was really not going your way. 

Fortunately, you didn't have to wait longer than two minutes before there was a knock on your door. You let a young man in, and he nodded to you before going straight to the fireplace. In moments, he succeeded where you had failed, the logs lighting with soft crackles. 

"You said the heating wouldn't turn on?" He asked with a very southern drawl. 

"That's right." 

"Huh." He walked over to the heating unit, tapping it a few times and then messing with the buttons. When nothing happened, he turned to you with a sheepish look. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm not sure what the problem is. I'm gonna run 'round back to check the unit, but the fire should warm ya up in the meantime."

"Thank you." Well, the fire was warm, and apparently the heating issue wasn't just you, so you felt a bit better. 

He nodded, lifting one hand as if to tip a hat to you, and walked out the door with as little ceremony as when he'd entered. Well. Okay then. 

With a soft huff, you sank down into one of the chairs in front of the fire, starting to thaw out. Unless something drastically changed, you were tempted to call this entire trip a wash and go back home. 

One more day. You'd give it one more day. This was just the stress of traveling, and having to explain to the nice lady at check in that no it was just you. This was just hunger and cold. 

Tomorrow would be a better day. 

You slowly relaxed as you warmed up, picking up your information packet to look through. Dinner was a sit down affair in the main building every night, and you'd need to get going soon to make it in time. The first horseback riding session was early the next morning, but that was a big part of why you'd chosen this place, so you'd do it. You'd just have to dress warmly. 

Dinner did indeed help - you felt better after you'd eaten. It helped that dinner was frankly delicious, possibly some of the best food you'd ever had. (Although that might have just been because you hadn't eaten anything since breakfast…) 

The heat still wasn't on in your room, which you knew because there was a note taped to your door. 

Terribly sorry, the heater still isn't working. I've scheduled a tech to come out tomorrow. For tonight, I've left extra blankets and lots of logs for the fire. I'll take some off the reservation price, too.

It was signed, simply, management. Not that helpful. Oh well. 

It wasn't even that late, not yet, but you were tired, and the stress from the day was catching up to you. Your cabin was finally warmer, and you made the executive decision to read a bit and then go to bed. Changing into your pajamas felt wonderful, and you arranged another log on the fire and the extra blankets on your bed before you picked up your book. 

You were asleep before you'd read half a dozen pages. 

Music from your phone woke you, and you groaned softly. The fire had gone out overnight, of course, and the room was cold again. 

"Fuck," you hissed, scrambling out of bed and yet again trying to light a fire. You gave up even more quickly this time, just washing your face in hot water and dressing in the warmest clothes you had for the trail ride. 

The walk from your cabin to the main building was nearly silent and very pretty. The sun was just rising, frost on the grass sparkling on either side of the pathway. Light spilled out from the windows of the main building, warm and inviting. The blast of warm air that greeted you as soon as you opened the door was even better. 

"Good morning," the nice lady from yesterday greeted you. This morning you finally had the mental energy to notice the decorations - garlands with tasteful ornaments ringed the room, and a small tree hung with tinsel and candy canes stood in the corner. 

"Morning," you responded, flexing your hands. "Feels good in here." 

She chuckled. "Yeah, it's a chilly walk in the mornings. We've got coffee, tea, and hot cocoa, as well as breakfast just through there." She pointed. 

"Excellent. Thanks." You smiled at her, glancing at her name badge. Ginger. You could remember that. 

Breakfast was delicious, up until you realized you were running late. Then you chugged the last of it and walked briskly off towards the barn, which Ginger had pointed out to you yesterday. 

You slowed as you approached, a bit confused. You didn't see anyone else around, didn't hear anything. But you peeked into the barn anyway. 

A single man stood in the barn, brushing out the mane of a beautiful bay horse. He looked over when he heard you and smiled. 

"Mornin', ma’am." He tipped his head to you. 

"Hi again." You smiled a little more easily, recognizing him as the one who'd started the fire for you yesterday. "Are you leading the trail ride this morning?"

He blinked and paused, hands stilling on the horse. "Oh, uh, there's a tree down in the middle of the trail," he told you. "The ride’s been canceled for this morning, 'til we can go clear out the tree."

"Oh." You wilted. 

"I'm real sorry," he said, looking a little distressed. 

"It's not your fault," you managed, a little faint. "I'll just head back to the main house." You backed out of the barn before he could say anything else, though you didn't start walking immediately. Instead you stood there, staring up at the sky, willing yourself not to cry. Again. 

A deep breath in burned, the cold air a little too brisk, and you hurried back to the main house. You'd find a quiet place to sit for a while, read on your phone maybe. Or maybe you'd run back to your cabin to grab your book first. 

"Dev is definitely hearing about this," you muttered to yourself. "He owes me a vacation." 

The main house was still warm, and you shivered a little. Well. You might as well get something warm to drink, maybe one more nibble. 

A little wandering found a perfect little nook, and it was even decorated. A single white candle sat on the little table next to the cozy armchair, the candleholder red and gold and sparkly. You settled there with your drink and your phone. You didn't feel like running back to your cabin, not right now. Maybe later you would. 

But for now, you had reading material on your phone, a warm drink, and a comfy spot to sit. That was good enough. 

"Oh," a deep voice startled you out of your reading some time later. "Can I get ya anything, ma'am?"

You looked up from your phone at one of the most handsome men you'd seen in your life. Dark brown hair just fell over his forehead, his mustache neatly trimmed. Big brown eyes focused on you, warm and almost puppy-ish. 

"Oh, um, thanks, but I should check in with Ginger," you answered shyly. "See if the heat has been fixed." 

"Is that your room?" Recognition lit his eyes. 

"Yeah." You grimaced. 

"Well, I've got good news and bad news on that front." The man shifted his weight. "Bad news is the heat isn't fixed. Good news is we got a couple space heaters in there to keep you toasty warm." 

"Oh." You didn't wilt this time, but you did frown. So far, you were quite underwhelmed with this entire experience. It was very tempting to just cancel the rest of your reservation and go home. 

"I know it's an inconvenience," he offered with a sympathetic smile. "Why don't I pour you a drink, and we can talk about how I can make it up to ya?" 

You blinked. "I mean, it's not your fault, you didn't do it." 

"I'm the owner," he told you. "Jack. Pleasure to meet you." 

You shook his hand, offering your name in return. "Well, in that case, I guess I could go for a drink." 

"This way." Smiling, he motioned for you to follow him, leading the way past the dining room and further back, to a small bar. It was deserted at the moment, not even a bartender behind the counter. "Have a seat, anywhere you like. What can I get for you?" He lifted the partition and stepped behind the counter. 

"Just a glass of red wine." You shrugged, sitting at the bar in front of him. 

"Comin' right up." He moved with easy competence, pulling a glass up from beneath the counter and pouring your wine without a single drop spilled. "Now. What can I do to make it up to you?"

You hesitated, fingers curling around the stem of your glass. "I'm gonna be honest," you managed, feet tapping anxiously against the bar stool. "I'm thinking of just going home." 

His smile turned into a frown. "That bad? I can see if there's anywhere else you can stay, I'll call into town if you want and put you up there."

"No, it's not just the heat." You shook your head, frowning down into your wine. "It's… this whole trip has been bad. The drive, the cold, just all of it. And I really wanted to go riding, that's half the reason I chose this place, and then this morning the trail was closed and I just…" You trailed off, unwilling to get into your own baggage with someone you'd just met. 

He closed his eyes briefly, sighing. "Well, can't blame you for being upset," he agreed lightly. "But I'm gonna make you a counter offer." 

"I'm listening." You took a sip of your wine, which was actually very good. 

"I'm not gonna charge you for your stay," Jack started, ducking his head a little to meet your gaze. "You can have the room for your full stay, no charge. And I'll personally take you out riding every morning." 

Your jaw dropped and you were idly glad you hadn't been drinking right then. "What? No, that's too much!" 

"I insist." Jack smiled. "Can't have you going home unhappy. Besides, the room wouldn't be available for anyone else, since the heat isn't working, so it's not fair to charge you for it." 

"Well… I don't know what to say." You laughed a little, shaking your head. 

"Say yes." He leaned down on his elbows on the bar, charming smile aimed at you. "Gimme a good reason to get up every mornin' while you're here." He winked. 

You warmed and clapped a hand over your mouth, trying to hide your grin. "Okay," you agreed, a bit muffled. You cleared your throat and removed your hand, repeating, "Okay." 

"Excellent!" Jack grinned. "What time do you wanna go in the morning? We can leave before the trail ride, after, same time. Whatever you want, darlin'." 

The easy pet name made you even warmer, and you couldn't even blame the wine. "How about a little later?"

"Sounds good to me." Jack's smile widened. "Any requests for our first ride? Any limits I need to know about?"

"I've been riding before, but it's been a few years, so nothing too crazy," you admitted. "Other than that, I'm fine with whatever." 

Jack nodded. "Got it. I'll make sure you have a beautiful ride, then." 

You nearly choked on your wine, though there had been no double entendre in his words. But the playful gleam of his eyes caught you. 

"I don't doubt that," you managed to say without squeaking or choking, which was quite the accomplishment. 

Jack grinned. "Dinner starts in an hour," he informed you, standing up straight again. "Feel free to sit here, or take your wine with you. Unfortunately, I have to get back to work. But I'll see you in the morning." He winked at you again before he lifted the partition once more and walked away. Well. Walked may have been a mild word. He kind of… sauntered. Like he assumed you watched him go. (Which you low-key did, but that wasn't the point.) 

You finished your wine and left the glass there at the bar before going back to your room to change for dinner. 

Once again, the food was delicious. This time, though, you spotted Jack making his way around the room. He chatted with a table full of men, completely at ease. Not twenty minutes later, he was sitting with an older couple, smile warm and posture easy as he chatted. 

He was a kind of social chameleon, matching the energy of every table he visited, able to talk to anybody. Something you would have considered stressful seemed easy for him. 

Honestly, he made great entertainment as you ate your dinner. 

But you finished and left before he made it to your table, content to go back to your room for the night. You even drew yourself a hot bath, relaxing in the water while the space heater in your room chugged away, keeping the chill at bay. 

You did end up texting Dev, though. 

Not sold on this place. Been lots of problems. But the owner comped my room so I'll stay.

Dev texted back immediately, being the utter night owl that he was. 

Lay all your troubles at my door so I can laugh and then console you.

You laughed at him, shaking your head, and gave him the abbreviated version of events. You already felt better about things after talking to Jack. 

What the actual fuck, was the immediate reaction text once you'd finally sent the entire saga to Dev. How the fuck, came the next text. You snickered. 

And then waited, as Dev typed out what must be an entire rant. 

First off, I'm almost bloody sorry for telling you to go now. That is a lot to happen, and it is incredibly frustrating. I can't believe you have no heat. Are you okay? You can always go buy more clothes if you need to, you're not that far outside of town. But I'm glad he comped the room, or I would have called and had strong words with him on your behalf. Now… is he hot? You sound like you like him already, so I hope he is hot. Flirt with him. You'll have time. Flirt with him like I would. All the flirting. 

You groaned and dropped your phone on the bed next to you, covering your face with a pillow. "You ass," you growled. But you did pick up your phone again to reply. 

I won't flirt with him, he's the owner. He is nice, at least. No need to call. I'm fine. He also left me extra blankets. I'm gonna go to sleep now. 

Huffing to yourself, you put your phone on the bedside table and got ready for bed. It didn't take long, fortunately, and then you laid in bed and relaxed. 

At least tonight you were plenty warm enough. 

You woke before your alarm, feeling very awake. And you even knew why, after a moment.

You were excited to go on the trail ride. And not just for the trail ride. But for Jack, too. 

That could be problematic. 

But you got up and ready for the day, dressing warmly again. Your room was not freezing today, thankfully, so you had no problems. 

Breakfast was a little quieter, and you didn't feel so rushed, giving you more time to enjoy yourself. 

The walk to the barn was still cold and quiet, but you could see evidence of other people this time: trampled grass, a piece of trash, clear hoof prints. 

Cautiously optimistic, you stepped into the barn. 

Jack had his back to you, jeans clinging to him like a second skin, coat pulled tight across his shoulders. This morning, he also wore a black cowboy hat. You swallowed hard, gaze straying. Oh dear. 

"Morning," you called before you could make a fool of yourself.

He turned and grinned at you, just as warm as last night. "Good mornin', sugar. You all ready to go?" 

"I am." You smiled as you walked over closer. "Which one am I riding today?"

"This beautiful girl here is for you." Jack patted the shoulder of the palomino next to him. "Her name is Buttercup, she's a nice, easy ride. Responsive. You need a hand up into the saddle?"

"Probably," you admitted, eyeing the distance carefully. "It's, uh, been a while." 

Jack chuckled and nodded. "C'mon over here," he murmured, motioning you over closer. "You're gonna put your foot in my hands, and I'll help boost you up. Grab the saddle too, that's the way. You ready?"

You hesitated, foot in the air above his linked hands. "You sure this is fine?"

Jack chuckled. "I'm sure. Darlin', I've boosted Tequila up many a time. You're no trouble." 

"Tequila?" You asked, even as you rested your foot on his linked hands, your hands grasping the saddle. 

"Up we go." Jack boosted you up, and you squeaked and scrambled the rest of the way into the saddle. "He's the one who helped you out with the fire, and reported the heat non-functional." 

"Oh." You settled in the saddle, tucking your feet into the stirrups. 

"How do those feel?" Jack tapped your ankle gently, gaze assessing. 

"A little long, maybe?"

"Lift this foot out, I'll fix it for you." Jack winked at you, stepping closer. "Good girl." He smirked as your heart fluttered and adjusted the stirrup for you with deft movements, getting the adjustment done quickly before he moved to the other side. "There. How's it feel now?" 

"Good." You tested your weight against the stirrups and nodded. "Definitely better." 

"Good." Jack took a step back and smirked. "You look good there, darlin'." He patted Buttercup's neck before striding over to his own horse. One foot went in the stirrup and he lifted himself up and onto the saddle like it was nothing. 

"So, who are you riding today?" You asked, to cover up your absolute flustered over watching him. "Westley?"

"Nah, he's actually out on trail right now. This here is Inigo." Jack patted his horse's neck, grinning. 

You laughed. "Well, that's good enough. Do you have a Fezzick too?"

"Oh yeah. Big draft mix, we don't take him out on trail rides as often. But he did help us move the downed tree yesterday." Jack smirked and nudged his horse into a walk, leading the way out of the barn. 

"Are all the horses named after The Princess Bride?" You asked curiously, hardly paying attention to the ride for now. 

"Nah. We've got a bunch'a different names. All pop culture, though. I've got a few horses names after characters from Labyrinth." Jack glanced back at you. "Not my idea, Ginger did it." 

"I love Labyrinth," you admitted with a grin. "It's so much fun. And David Bowie." 

Jack laughed, shaking his head a little and tipping his hat against the glare of the early morning sun. "True," he admitted. "You can see where the trail ride goes off to the right there," he pointed out, motioning to the ground. "Their ride takes about an hour and a half. We, however, will be going this way." He turned Inigo to the left, and Buttercup followed. 

"We're going off on our own adventure?" You asked, surprised. 

"Mmhm." Jack sounded pleased. "Trust me, you'll get better views going this way. It's not a hard ride, but it is a longer one, which is why we generally don't bring people out this way." 

"Sounds like fun." You smiled, leaning back a little in the saddle. 

The silence between the two of you was comfortable, easy. And you didn't mind it. The quiet gave you a chance to listen to the world around you, taking in the nature and the beauty. And it was beautiful - though you hadn't gone far yet, you couldn't see any buildings in sight at all, and everything was lush and green. Sunlight sparkled off the remaining morning frost. 

"Lake or forest?" Jack called back to you, half-turning in his saddle to look at you. 

"Um." You blinked, unprepared for a choice, and bit your lower lip. "Forest."

"You got it, sugar." Jack faced forward again and nudged Inigo into a faster walk, turning him just slightly. Buttercup followed her companion without any prompting from you, which you honestly kind of loved. "You been out this way before?"

"Not much," you admitted. "I've been to the town before, for a couple days trips, but I've never stayed in the area. Honestly I didn't even know the ranch was out here until I was looking for a vacation spot."

"Well, I'm glad you found us." Jack looked over his shoulder to wink at you. "There's a lot of good things out here. The views, the quiet, the horses… the company."

You warmed again, tugging at the collar of your jacket briefly. You were quickly learning that this man was an outrageous flirt. "Yes, I'm learning that." 

Jack chuckled. "You have any plans for later today?"

You shook your head. "I intentionally didn't make any plans, figured it would be better to see what I felt up to doing after the riding." 

Jack nodded, tipping his hat up to scratch at his forehead. "Well, if you're amenable, I'd be happy to show you 'round a bit more," he offered. 

"We'll see how I feel after we get back," you hedged carefully. He seemed fun, but realistically, you knew next to nothing about him. And after Todd… well. You needed some time, that's all. You weren't ready to just jump into something. 

"'Course," he agreed easily. "Ah, look up ahead. We're gettin' close to my favorite spot." 

You looked around and smiled. The trees were growing thicker together now, most of them rapidly losing their leaves to the cold, leaving a brown carpet of dead leaves around. "This is beautiful," you agreed softly. 

"All part of our property," Jack told you. "The ranch owns a lot of the surrounding land, so we've got plenty of space to roam." 

"How did you get into this?" You asked, nudging Buttercup a bit faster so you pulled up even with Jack. It was easier to talk this way. 

"I've been working here for years, bought the place when the previous owner decided to retire." Jack shrugged. "He still comes 'round and visits, especially at holiday times." 

"Oh that sounds nice." You smiled. "I bet you get a lot of people just after Christmas." 

Jack shook his head, glancing over at you. "Nah, we close down, actually. You're one of the last to check out. Not a lot of people wanna go riding when there's more than an inch or two of snow on the ground, easier for us to just close for a coupl'a months." 

"Oh." You shifted in the saddle, chewing on your lower lip. "Do you stay here? For the holidays?"

"Sure do." Jack shrugged. "This is home, now. Don't have much family, so might as well stay and take care of the herd." He patted his horse's neck. 

Your heart clenched in sympathy, even though your holiday plans were… lacking. "Well, I'm glad you're open at least this long. It's way prettier here than at home." 

"Oh?" Jack smiled encouragingly at you. 

"The shops are all decked out, of course, but we don't have any snow. And when we do get snow, it turns gray and slushy within a day." You made a face. You had opinions about that awful gray slush. 

"Ah yes, the slush. Don't miss that about living in the city." 

"It's pretty gross." You hesitated for a moment. You didn't usually share, and definitely not with handsome cowboys you were pretty sure you were crushing on, but… "I didn't put up any decorations at home. So all the decorations in the main house are extra nice to me. Super pretty." 

"Thanks. I don't do much of it, Ginger kinda takes that over. I tried one year and she called me hopeless and redid it." 

You laughed quietly, grinning. "Really?"

"Really." Jack grinned. "Swore she'd take over if I tried to do the decorating again." 

At that, you tipped your head back and laughed. It felt good to laugh like that. Honestly, you felt like you hadn't really laughed since before the fiasco with Todd. Grinning, you looked over at Jack, catching his wide smile and sparkling eyes. "Well, we can't have that." 

"No indeed." Jack pulled Inigo to a halt, and you followed suit a moment later. "Now, this is one of my favorite spots. It's real pretty in the fall, when the trees have turned, but it's still a good spot." 

You looked around, already smiling, and had to agree. The trees formed a natural semi-circle, with leaves and twigs littering the ground, along with some small bushy plants. Sunlight shone off the remaining frost and water on the trees, making the whole area sparkle. 

"Oh wow." You turned slowly in the saddle to look around more. "This is beautiful. I bet it's gorgeous with fresh snow, too." 

"Mmhm. Maybe we'll get some snow and you can see for yourself." 

You smiled at the thought. "Maybe. We'll have to wait and see." 

Jack sat quietly, letting you look your fill until you nodded to him that you were ready to go. Then he clicked and nudged Inigo on again, once again taking the lead through the trees. 

"There's a stream up here," he told you. "Feeds into the lake I mentioned earlier. We'll go a little ways beyond that, then loop around back to the main trail and head back. Sound good?"

"Sounds good," you agreed, resting one hand on the pommel of the saddle, reins loose in your hand. 

"Can I ask you somethin'?" Jack called back after several minutes of quiet riding. You had been busy taking in the views and the air and the quiet sounds of nature around you. 

"Sure." You turned your attention back to him. 

"How come you're here alone? Don't often see people by themselves." 

You sighed. You'd known this would come up eventually, one way or another. "I was going to come out with my ex," you told him, speaking carefully, like the words might bite you. "But things ended poorly, so here I am." 

"I'm sorry." He glanced back at you over his shoulder.

"Not your fault," you assured him. "Besides, I made the choice to come." 

"I'm glad you did." Jack turned to look at you, and you warmed. Again. This was becoming far too frequent around this man. 

"I'm getting there, too." You smiled. "Now that I'm warmer and am getting to go riding."

Jack chuckled. "Oh don't worry, darlin', there's plenty more riding to be done." He faced forward again. 

Which was a good thing, because you were pretty sure your jaw dropped. Oh this man. This man was absolutely outrageous. 

You kind of loved it, even though it also made you very flustered. 

The rest of the ride was quiet. Jack glanced back at you every so often, but didn't ask anything else. Which was fine. The ride was very pleasant, and reminded you just how much you loved riding. 

Jack dismounted first outside the barn, holding Buttercup's reins so you could get down too. 

"Thank you." You smiled at him. "For all of this, really. I appreciate it."

"It really is my pleasure, sugar." Jack smiled. "I'll be around all day. Come find me in the main house, or ask for me, if you want to do anything else, or need any suggestions." 

"I will." You stepped away from him and Buttercup carefully, stumbling just a little. Jack shifted, leaning closer, one hand reaching out, but you recovered. And ducked your head, a little embarrassed, even as you walked away. 

You ended up back in your cabin to grab your book. But you stopped there. Because you needed a minute to sit and think. 

You'd had a lot of fun on the ride with Jack. With anyone else, you wouldn't worry about it too much. Sure, it had been fun, but you only had a few days left here. 

But Jack was clearly a flirt, and handsome, and you liked him. You could very easily see that turning into something more, given an opportunity. 

And you couldn't. You just couldn't. Todd had been bad for you, hadn't been out of your life for very long yet, you weren't ready for anything more yet. You weren't. 

But your damn heart was thinking about it, thinking of the fall but not the landing. 

You resolved to talk yourself out of this craziness. You didn't need it in your life. You needed time to yourself and stability. You were absolutely not going to fall for the charming, handsome cowboy.

#jack daniels x reader #jack daniels x you #f!reader

[pastel-rights]

I think you could describe them even MORE out of context. A mega contextless list if you will.

aNON??? I... guess you will get your mega list after all! Don't go too crazy trying to figure out what goes to what muse!!

-- sir I know they say to dress your best but this REALLY is not the occasion to be doing this. sir you're going to hell not to prom. SIR!!

-- my favorite little mochi cameraman :] he's very friend-shaped, a little quiet but a good lad a respectable fellow.

-- l-l-lucky number four!! now get in the car, loser. We got seeds to buy from the store.

-- i roasted you so hard you got thanos snapped out of existence. also I think I also gaslit you once too.

...

oh my GOD YOU'RE FOURTH ON THE LIST AND YOU GOT LUCKY NUMBER FOUR'D. SUCK IT BITCH /j

-- is the neutron the powerhouse of the cell. are you the powerhouse of MY cell? dramatic gasp.

-- colors have voices. Orange sounds like a friend? enemy? Green sounds like people you hate. Purple sounds like your friend and your "friend's" roommate. white sounds like birds. pink sounds both like love and whores, supposedly.

you also have a talent for shocking people with no reason and never shutting the fuck up even if you REALLY need to.

Also please never take mushrooms ever again.

also the warehouse. shudders.

-- please stop biting the patroller. this isn't a funny bit this is a genuine cry for help /j

-- stop riZZING UP DEMONBANE but please do keep decking Plutone.

-- you romanticize the wrong sibling, sister. get a GRIP. i love you though. keep slaying, girlquestion.

-- the police but actually likeable. also she explodes you with sweets..

-- miss i know you're sad about your divorce but im TRYING to decode here miss miss PLEASE.

-- omg is that the mcdonalds employee is that the mcgirlfailure. you forgot my mcflurry I'm in AGONY.

-- fruity ass. fruitcake. friend of the lesbians, exploder of the homophobes. ily.

-- sir i know you're haunted by your boss's closet and the food she wants you to cook and the horrors but there's no reason to be THIS dramatic. DAMN.

-- if you disappear to the Bahamas one more time I'm gonna flop over and CRY.

-- punishment this sinner that why don't you stop bitchin' and get some bitches instead. god you're pathetic. /ref

-- you need therapy. and to stay away from the flames the do NOT speak to us they do NOT call our names.

-- sweet tooth with a side of murdering you murdering you mur-

-- you're one of two muses who are normal. congrats, have a cookie!

-- i'm sorry for cussing i'm SORRY i will find an alternative I sincerely aPOLOGIZE PLEASE DON'T YELL AT ME????? also I like penguins too can we be friends. i can ignore the fact you're haunted by the horrors.

-- the first person to ever rizz me before. under the sea rizz /j

-- i love you. you're the light of my life. i only want the best for you. [ throws the fauti at you like a homing missile ]

-- the marriage certifcate is fake and we both know it but at this point I'm too baffled by it's existence to really care. also stop surprise adopting kids that's just called kidnapping.

-- you went from fake marriage to a real marriage and i don't know if i respect that or hate that. it's been months and I still cannot decide. at least, the cake tasting arc was cute!! also give mE BACK MY MUSE'S COAT DAMNIT.

-- how did you murder your wife you are a WEAK bitch. possessed by demons. weak ASS.

-- alcoholic but glowstick

-- stop calling me babygirl i'm neither baby nor a girl.

-- how do you have a husband? no like genuinely i'm SO baffled. /lh

-- father in law.

-- cosmic eldritch horror but the real horrors is the fucking key you keep showing me. please let me go I just want to see my husband and daughter.

.

what do you MEAN he is my husband WHAT.

-- your letters have ruined my life.

-- my VERY real father. of course I get excited whenever i see you around you're very cool and I miss you :(

-- you got hit by the tram once while breakdancing and I'll never forget about that /pos /lh

-- please i just want the divorce papers... what do you mean, I don't NEED a marriage counselor OR a priest. also you threw your friend not once but twice and you're so real for that.

-- the TRUE toxic yuri. also you multiplied and became french which is funny.

-- too many rules to remember. also you're short and I want to rattle you.

-- twitter but cooler!

-- you canonically give spirits bad vibes which is fucking HILARIOUS.

-- i'm noT A FUCKING CAT UNHAND MEE YOU SLIMY WHELP. OUGHHHH also NO I will NOT take a break. >:(

-- the vibes are a WILD way to judge someone but it's even MORE wild the vibes are usually right.

-- the way you just grabbed him was so funny. weak as hell but you had the spirit!!!

-- not a muse i see often but there's like 3 of you floating around and THAT is a funny ass fact.

-- "this is my safety gun." "well can you put it away?" "but my safety gun :("

-- you can't do math yet somehow you made a plan to overthrow your brother and become a god practically and I don't know if I'm impressed or just saddened by that thought.

-- please leave my eyes alone.

-- the manager of the costco! i wonder if he ever got out...

... or unpossessed.

-- no running in the halls!!! /ref

-- bakery owner who i would forfeit all mortal possesions to <333

-- girlboss and her 203948043 vessels

-- peepaw i don't like guns. or fake yous.

-- how's your father's divorce going? do you need a hug. /lh

-- vida la revolution!!!

-- how did you get into my house and why are you talking about fireworks and poetry i just want to disassociate about my brother's traumatic death and disconnect from the world around me, i didn't ASK for an impromptu therapy session.

-- orphan.

-- uno card eater AND number one on the debt list. also your demons. that's fucked up.

#( this took forever i'm in tears /lh )

[idunnoficsorsumthing]

Young love

Bob Floyd x Female! Reader

Some parts are based on The Summer I turned Pretty. My second summer obsession :)

Warnings: minors mentioned having intercourse but nothing described.

Italics is back in time.

Part 2

Your dad was a high ranking officer, and as a military kid your dad was gone quite a bit. Your mother, and you had lived near Washington D.C. on a suburban street. Summers were the best. You spend your summer with your mother, and your father whenever he is around in the summer house near the beach. Summers were spent with your friends that lived around town, and others that came in every summer as well. Your best friend was a boy named Bobby, he used to spend time with you, as your mothers would sit by the beach. Bobby lived in that town, and his father was a lieutenant in the Navy. The last summer you saw Bobby was when you were sixteen years old, and by the end of summer Bobby had turned 18, the last couple of weeks before he joined the army to follow in his fathers footsteps.

It had been years since you last enjoyed your summer at the beach house, eighteen years old you moved away to college, and your parents sold the beach house for a condo in the Bahamas. Since then you had studied and graduated from University with a Aerospace engineering degree, and signed your own contract with the Navy. You would work on the development of fighter jets, and give assistance where it was needed when jets were not working. You had been called to Top gun which was an aviator flight academy that trained navy pilots to become the best of the best.

You had been there for a week now, and you had been told there was a special mission in which they needed F-18’s to fly low terrain. Aviators would come in from all over the country to train for this mission. You had worked hard enough to make a name for yourself, however you quickly noticed that at Top Gun your father was well known, and the instructors quickly gave you the feeling you were only there because of your dad’s influence. You had been a daddy’s little girl to the core, and decided to work for the navy because of your dad. It wasn’t him that got a master’s degree in engineering and he certainly didn’t land you any job.

You had been writing down jet fuel numbers, mileage and damages the pilot Payback did on the jet during flight training. When the new flight crew came in, at the front of the hangar they had placed chairs in front of a big screen. Maverick had come in to check with you if you were ready to discuss the jets later.

The aviators were getting their gear on and making their way to the jets on the tarmac. You stood by Hangman’s jet looking at the numbers for his flight. “My God, I think I need to call heaven.” The voice of a cocky pilot said: “cuz I think they lost one of their angels.” A smile appeared on his face. You give him a smile back. Even if there was no way you’d encourage him, or his completely inappropriate behavior. You did try to stay polite. He had his gear, and helmet on, and was ready to get in. You made your way over to the other jet, letting the computer analyze the jet one last time, you looked up from your ipad to the two seater jet. “Phoenix, and Bob?” You said, looking up from your ipad to look into the same blue eyes of the boy you’ve looked into a thousand times. “Bobby?” You asked surprised. A look of surprise slash confusion appeared on his face. “Y/n.” He said: “What- what are you doing here?” His tone is unsteady. You take his posture in, he looked bad ass, the way the suit hugged his body, and his helmet on. He was still wearing the same dorky glasses, and the same look of anxiety glazed his eyes. “I’m an engineer.” You answered. Phoenix interrupted you two looking at each other. “Come on, Bob. We don’t have all day.” She said as she already made her way on the ladder. He nods, and quickly follows her.

That friday you had changed out of your uniform and into a cute outfit, doing your hairstyle in what made you feel sexy. In the hope you would run into Bobby again. Robert was your first crush. From when you were ten years old, he would come over, and play video games with your brother. Up until the final time you saw him. When he had left you a crying mess. Since then you had decided to not let any man make you cry ever again. You walked inside the Hard Deck and made your way to the bar. Ordering a drink, and it wasn’t long before an aviator came over to talk to you. “I got heaven’s voicemail. So might I show you a bit of heaven tonight?” Hangman asked. You roll your eyes. “ No but it's funny.” You said, you give him a smile. “Come sit with us.” He said, you look at him, and he was cute. He had changed into jeans and a blouse. You nod, and follow him over to where the others were playing pool. Hangman hands you a pool stick. You had worked with everyone there these past couple of days. “Y/n, you know Bob here already right?” Phoenix asked. When it was her turn. She looked at the ball she needed to shoot. You looked at Bob who didn’t hold your gaze. He wasn’t interested in reaching out or anything.

Sophomore year

You didn’t want summer to end, Bobby and you had gotten close this summer. His blue eyes were staring at you in the moonlight. The two of you were sitting on a beach blanket looking at the stars. He was talking about his dad and him going to this space expo. You could hear him talk about rockets all night. His genuine interest in anything that could fly and your wit to converse with him about them made you two look extremely dorky together. Which you had to thank your dad for as aircrafts was all your dad could talk about. Robert was anything but dorky in your eyes. He was cool, calm and collected. You once heard your mom and his talk about how cute your adoration for him was. Any time you saw him was as if a romantic song played in your heart, and you were certain that one day he’d confess his undying love to you.

You shivered. “Do you want my sweater?” He asked. Already taking it off him, and putting it over your shoulder. You hugged the soft sweater closer to your body so you could smell his scent. He was sitting only inches away from you, and your heart started to melt by the way he was looking at you, full of love and longing. He leaned in to kiss you. Pressing his lips against yours, and your stomach was full of butterflies. This wasn’t even the first time the two of you kissed. “Can I touch you?” He has asked, no note of nervousness to be found in him.

Your thoughts only lasted less than a second. “ Oh yeah, he took my virginity back in the day.” You said, taking a sip of your beer. Bob almost choked on his drink. He sat there and stared at you wide eyed. “I thought Bob was still one.” Payback said, this resulted in laughter from the others. You look up to see Bob staring at you, he had tried to avoid your gaze before but now he was glaring. After that the team was intrigued, especially Hangman who kept badgering about how the sex was. Instead of answering you went to get another beer. “I cannot believe you said that.” A voice said behind you. It came to no surprise for you that Bobby had followed you. “I don’t know, Bobby.” You answered. “It’s Bob.” He said: “ How can you be so dismissive to years of friendship?” You turn around this time to face him. You had given up the anger years ago. But, for a moment the hate fire was going again. “ How could you be so dismissive of it after that night?” You asked. He stumbled over what he wanted to say. “Don’t you dare.” You said, getting the beer from the bar as the waitress put it there for you.

The night before, you had taken Bobby up to your bedroom. He had been sweetly caressing your hair afterwards, and holding you for a bit. Though by the time morning came he had left. Not even a note. You had gone over to his house but the Floyd’s hadn’t been home. You had texted him. But, even after hours there was no response back even though he read it. The feelings of being used, and mistreated flooded your mind as the tears were falling down. Last night had meant everything to you. It was as if the daydreaming, and hoping weren’t in vain. Like he had always loved you back, and that was the moment your love story grew from a friendship. He had to wreck it by leaving. Not just leaving, he became a ghost.

#bob x reader #bob floyd #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob fic #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader

[pwlanier]

Hough, Romeyn Beck, The American woods, exhibited by actual specimens and with copious explanatory text.

One of the most extraordinary and elaborate works on American woods. The botanist Romeyn Beck Hough (1857-1924) dealt with this wood pattern collection published in a total of 14 Lfgn. for over 25 years, which contains original wood samples of more than 350 types of wood. Each tree species is described in detail in the text section, including its medical and economic use. The volumes with the wooden samples each contain 25 plates, with the exception of volumes I (27 Taf.), II and III (each 26 Taf.). They are continuously numbered and in five languages in Latin, English, German, French and Spanish. Each panel is dedicated to a type of wood and contains 3 window-like cutouts with wafer-thin cut samples (cross, radial and tangential cut), which have been carefully selected by the author. "The authenticity of the timbers represented in this work has been a subject of personal attention and special care." - Hough had begun processing the tropical woods of Florida, the Bahamas, the West Indies and Central America shortly before his death, but could no longer complete this volume XIII (Tropical woods). It was not until 1928 that the last volume XIV (continuation of the Tropical Woods) already prepared by Hough was published posthumously by his daughter Marjorie Galloway Hough. It was printed in only a small edition and is therefore extremely rare today. - Romeyn Hough received numerous awards for his important work, which often also included the wood cutting device he developed and patented for this project, which made these paper-thin and transparent micro-woodcuts possible in the first place. - Textbde. IV and IX in second edition, the remaining volumes in first edition. - 39 plates in various Voln. (List on request). - The wood samples together with small. Stress cracks. In total very well preserved. From the Francine collection of Finck.

Ketterer and Kunst

[sciderman]

no way to describe this one other than what if peter (bahama boy) parker’s heart had a soundtrack 

#tunes #playlist #peter parker #spideypool #ask-spiderpool