#back in my day we called em ponies

[daydadahlias]

HOIRES TRANQUILIZER LMFAOOOOOOOOOO i'm on ft with a feriend and wer're writing fic together and scrolling thru tumblr and say u online and i wanted to sy hiiii (not unsober from horse tranquilizer just a few margs hehe)

is margs what they’re calling horse tranquilizers on the street these days

#back in my day we called em ponies #I hope ur fic is going well that sounds so fun #I’ve never been Not Sober in my life but I can say with confidence that if I was not sober I would just write fic #so ur living life right rn #based on what I write when I’m sober #I’m scared of what I’d write when I’m not #don’t be too naughty kiddo #pigeon #anon #ily be safe have fun write weird shit 🥰 #tw horse tranquilizer #tw alcohol

[lanasblogasf]

Hi! hcs about Darry falling for and dating a Soc? How do you think he would feel about them helping out financially, being around the gang, just spoiling darry and his brothers, ect.?

sure! Thanks for the request! i haven’t written in a hot min oops (this isn’t my best work but go easy on me)

(s/n = sibling name)

Darry dating a soc 💗

so going back in time to when y’all first met

you guys met through ponyboy- well kinda

pony had to do a partner science project for school and got paired up, by his teacher, with your younger sibling

(and despite being socs, you and your younger sibling were raised to, well, to not be assholes)

so they got along pretty well so pony invited them over the Curtis house to work on the project

anyways it got late and ur sibling called for you to pick em’ up

and when Darry opened the door to you and your cute skirt and perfectly curled hair

he was absolutely captivated the second he layed eyes on you

to say the least

y’all exchanged numbers and what not and about a month or so later you started dating <3

Okay next

yes yes yes you love spoiling him and his brothers

but honestly darry isn’t a huge fan of you spending your money on him or his family

he’s very grateful don’t get me wrong and the boys love it but

he wants to be able to provide for his brothers on his own with his hard work and feels bad when you spend your money on them

but you like giving gifts to them it make you happy when the boys get all excited and it isn’t a waste to you to spend your money on the man you love

he also doesn’t want you to see him as someone who isn’t able to keep his family afloat financially (even though you know he’s very hardworking and you admire him for it)

but still sometimes you buy things for the curtis home when he mentions he needs to go to the store (you don’t tell him this ofc)

- “sweetheart? did you buy more napkins? i swear we were just out of them the other day..”

- “pffftt noo..you probably bought them and it slipped your mind is all 😊”

- “uh huh 🤨”

He buys you flowers and pays for your dates despite your constant insisting that you pay this time

the gang was definitely skeptical about you at first

socs didn’t exactly have a track record for being saints

but your sweet personality didnt take long to win them over

their always asking you to introduce them to your single girlfriends

any of the gang members hear someone talking bad about ya? whether it’s a soc or greaser, it don’t matter. their instantly coming to your defense

they really like you and are all glad darry found someone as good as you

definitely no bad mouthing socs under darry’s roof (well unless there was a rumble or som like that yk)

he gets pissed when you tell him some greasers have been naggin on you and won’t leave ya alone

he’ll gladly have a talk with them and straighten things out if you catch my drift

especially if you get physically hurt or come to his door crying?

he’s comforting you as much as he can

but makes sure to let the gang know that if they just happen to see these greasers, to give ‘em a piece of darry’s mind for him 😁

isnt really a fan of your soc friends

i mean he tried at first but your friends weren’t very open and didn’t love the idea of you dating ‘some goddamn grease’ so he eventually gave up

see now you may be oh so loving and warm

but your friends on the other hand aren’t exactly the same way

maybe one or two but the majority are your typical stuck-up, kinda douchy, socs

so darry (and the gang too) wasnt very fond of them but that’s alright you kinda expected that to happen considering the way your friends are vs how the gang it

they just live two very different life styles and are bound to butt heads no matter what

when you stay over at his house he has a little space in his closet for your things and likes to help you pick out outfits to wear

never ever let’s you walk around alone in greaser territory, he knows how some of them can be and he’s too protective of you to let you get put in any sort of danger

he spends a lot of time just admiring you

whether your putting on makeup or studying for college in his kitchen

he’s just so interested in your life

also kinda (though he will never talk about it out loud) sometimes likes to imagine, through you/when watching you just live your soc life, what his life could have been like if he stuck with college

but he’d never say that because he loves his brothers more than anything and is glad he chose to take care of them

just sometimes he thinks about how different things would be if he didn’t yk

putting on red lipstick just to kiss him on the cheek and leave an imprint of your lips on him <333

in conclusion dar loves you so very much and is proud to call you his girl !!

#darrel curtis #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders x reader #my writing #darry curtis headcanons #greasers #soc #greaser x soc #the outsiders

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

hii could u do smth for the outsiders along the lines of : a s/o (for all of them if you can) who is rlly quiet and shy and are meeting the gang for the first time? (She also doesn’t have a good home life rn) and one day they find her all cut and beat up?

A/N: i wrote this as Dallas’s S/O if that’s ok just so i could put it in more of a story format so i could incorporate the second part. The ending is bad i couldn’t figure out how to close it up 😭 Also Dallas and Darry arr good friends don’t ask me why i just think they are.

Dallas Winston x a quiet S/O

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⚠️TW FOR ABUSE (Y/Ns parents in this aren’t that good so you’re warned)⚠️

“Don’t be as loud and wisecrackin as y’all normally are. Y/N is quiet and they ain’t got a good home life so it’s best to be gentle with them.” Dallas fidgeted with the ring on his finger while talking to the rest of the gang about his new partner, Y/N. “Dallas Winston tellin us to be gentle with someone. Now i’ve seen it all” Steve laid back in his chair and laughed. “Shut up Randle.” Dally hissed. He turned to Darry “Can you keep em all in order while i go get Y/N?” Darry smiled and nodded. “Sure thing Dal. I’ll make sure they don’t wreck the place” Dally nodded and jogged out the door and to the car

***

“Guys..this is Y/N.” Y/N waved at everyone with nervous smile. Sodapop smiled. “Well i’m Sodapop but you can call me soda, that’s Ponyboy and Johnny over there in the corner, this idiot beside me here is Steve, Darry is in the kitchen and Two-Bit isn’t here he’s sleeping off a hangover but he’s the wisecracker of the bunch.” He pointed out each member of the gang as he introduced them. “I’m Y/N. Dal told me a lot about y’all. You work in the DX, right?” Soda nodded “That’s me alright! Stevie here does too. Me full-time and him part-time.”

Dallas smiled. He whispered to Y/N that he’d be back in a minute and walked into the kitchen. “I think that went well.” He sighed as he hopped onto the counter near enough to where Darry was. “Sodapops keepin them entertained.” Darry put down what he was working on. “I’m glad, you were pretty nervous ‘bout them meetin the guys.” Dally smiled to himself “i was, but i think they’re doing alright with the guys.” He smiled to himself. “What were you saying about them not having a good home life?” Darry asked, his voice suddenly taking a serious tone. Dally fidgeted with his ring again. “Well their old man ain’t that good to them, wasn’t good to their mom either, but she left, Y/N stayed.” Darry nodded slowly. “I understand.” They both kept their eye contact for a moment before they went to join back with the rest of the gang.

***

Over the next few weeks Y/N and all the boys grew quite close, especially Y/N and Sodapop. One day, when walking home from school, Johnny and Pony spotted Y/N unconscious on the street that the Curtis’ lived on. “Johnny you go inside and get Darry! I’ll stay here with Y/N. And call Dally while you’re in there.” Pony commanded, surprisingly un-panicked. Johnny ran off back to the house and soon after Darry came running out. “Where’s johnny?” Pony asked. “He’s inside calling Dallas. c’mon, let’s bring them inside.” Darry picked Y/N and carried them back into the house. he laid them down on the sofa and put a pillow under their head.

They came to in a few minutes. “What happened?” They looked around. “We aren’t sure Y/N. What can you remember before now? Did you get into a fight?” Darry passed Y/N some water, dragged a chair beside the sofa and sat down. Y/N looked down. “I got into a big argument with my dad..” Just then, Dally burst through the door. “Y/N!” He rushed over and grabbed their hand. “Are you ok? Johnnycakes told me you were unconscious.” Y/N smiled weakly “I’m a little better now that you’re here.”

Dally smiled back at them. “Was it your dad again?” Y/N nodded. “You gotta lot of cuts on ya. Dar do you have a first aid kit?” Dally asked. Darry nodded and went off to get it. “The cuts are just from falling. Most of the bruises too. My dad didn’t do that.” Y/N commented. Darry handed Dally the first aid kit and started to patch up Y/N’s cuts. He kissed them quickly on the cheek.

“Thank you. All of you.” Y/N looked around “i never really had anyone that cared as much as y’all.”

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy x reader #darry curtis #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #steve randle #steve randle x reader #two-bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Immortal Beloved - Chapter Ten.

Thank you very much to all of you still keeping up with this :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,556

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

“She’s gonna be a spoilt princess. I could fucking kill Bryn, if she weren’t dead already.” 

The way John viewed the scene before them so adoringly did not match his lightly delivered vexation, him and Polly standing and watching the heartwarming sight of Katie being led up and down the driveway aboard her new pony, Bryn's Christmas gift to her. “We agreed on a fucking rocking horse, and she goes and buys a bloody Welsh Section C!”  

“They’re a good pony for a child to begin on, so I’m told,” Tommy spoke as he joined them, a mischievous smile playing his lips as John turned with narrowed eyes. 

“You were in cahoots with her, weren’t ya?”  

He sniffed, lifting his chin. “Heels down, Katie! That’s it!”  

“Don’t fucking avoid the question, Tom!” 

His laugh rumbled, watching as Bryn circled them around at the top of the drive and ran back up again, the little dun coloured pony trotting along neatly as her new owner squealed and giggled with delight from the saddle. “Might’ve lent a hand in the purchase.”  

John continued to mutter, chewing on his toothpick as Polly gave him a shove with her elbow. “Oh, come on, John. Like you didn’t buy out half of Rackham’s toy department for her as it was! A pony isn’t that different to some of those fancy rocking horses they had there, too. Have you seen the price some of them fetch? Holy shit.” 

“Yeah, but a real horse ain’t got its hooves nailed to a bit of wood, has it? A real horse eats a fuckload of hay and needs shiny bits of expensive metal nailing to its feet, and everything else that comes with ‘em! Bloody money pits, they are.” 

“John?” Tommy questioned, placing his hand onto his shoulder, his brother still viewing him from under a somewhat furrowed brow. “You aren’t exactly short of a bob or two now, are you? Stop being a misery and look how happy your little girl is. My stable lads will look after the pony, and Katie can come up here whenever she likes to ride him.”  

“Yeah, and that’s all gonna be on me, ain’t it, since fanny Anne over there is conveniently asleep all fucking day!” His continued pissed off splutters had his aunt and brother in soft fits, fanny Anne herself overhearing his protests.  

“Tommy is right, John,” Bryn called, halting her jog as she and Katie arrived back with them. “Stop being a misery.” Lifting Katie from the pony, she placed the tot down, watching her run back into the house as one of the stable boys led her favourite Christmas present back to the stables. John shook his head, pulling her close as the others entered the house. 

“For that, you’ll go over my fucking knee, Brynhild.” 

“Oooh,” she purred, stroking his cheek with her fingernail. “Is that a promise?” 

His hand found the round of her bum, smacking it hard several times. “Get in the fucking house.” 

Christmas Day dinner was always eaten on the evening in the Shelby household, the day itself preceded by gift giving and light snacks, plenty of port and whiskey, and a jolly good time had by all. John had felt a little bit out of sorts for not having Bryn by his side until 5pm when the sun had finally melted into the wintery horizon, Katie too making her displeasure known. 

It had been tricky, deciding what to tell the child in order to explain why she only ever saw Bryn in the evenings, John deciding simplicity was the best. “Sunlight makes her poorly, pige, so that’s why we only see Bryn at nighttime.” She’d taken her father’s word as easily as he’d delivered it, luckily. He’d reveal the truth to her when she was old enough to understand what it meant to be a vampire, feeling that four years old was much too young to truly grasp the concept.  

Before the merriment could continue, the matter of the spy locked up in the butler’s pantry had to be dealt with, Bryn, John and Polly going down to see to it themselves while everyone else assembled in the lounge. John picked up the telephone where Bryn had left it the previous night before descending the steps, the three of them waiting until the coast was clear of serving staff who were bustling around.  

“Good evening, young lady,” Bryn spoke as they entered, finding a very disgruntled looking Helen on the opposing side of the door. “I believe you have a telephone call to make, hmm?” 

The girl wanted nothing more than to scream for help, cry out the injustice done to her, but she knew no ears within the household that could hear would come to her aid. She was alone, discovered as a spy, with thirty pounds to show for her trouble. Taking the receiver she was handed, she made the call, uttering the lie she had been fed while the vampire who had instructed her stared unflinchingly, taking the phone away again once she was done.  

“Now I shall escort you upstairs to pack your belongings, as Mr. Shelby has directed me to escort you from the property as swiftly as possible,” she spoke, while John untied her bindings one by one, Polly observing from the corner.  

Shoving Helen in Bryn’s direction, he picked up the rope, beginning to coil it in his strong hands, watching the way his vampire lover viewed him do so with keen interest. “Don’t think I’ll put all of this back where I found it.”  

Bryn returned the wink he gave her before escorting Helen out, leaving him and Polly behind in the pantry, the latter letting out a long breath before picking up a bottle of gin and pulling the cork out.  

“Well, that’s that almost done with.” Holding the bottle to her lips, she downed a mouthful, her face pinching as she swallowed. “Fuck, I don’t know how people can drink this shit! Tastes like perfume.” 

Going into his pocket, John retrieved his hip flask, unscrewing the cap and taking a long glug of the whiskey within, passing it to his aunt. “Me neither.” Taking the flask back, he swigged from it again, sighing as he screwed his eyes tightly shut. “We can’t trust no one. I ain’t even sure that she’s the only one who’s been sent by ‘em. Surely Edward wouldn’t be so fucking stupid as to only send one down here, eh?” 

“One’s all it takes, John. Besides, if it was anybody else in the house with her, reason dictates they likely would have freed her and ran for it while we were all sleeping, regardless of Bryn’s little blood link insurance policy,” Polly advised, lighting up a cigarette. “You’re right, though. This is the time we circle the wagons. Any new people sniffing around should be treated even more suspiciously than usual. I’m going to have a word with Bryn, too. I’ve been thinking. Those tattoos of hers, lovely that they are, are a fucking giveaway. She needs to extend her makeup down from her face and neck, or not show off her tits quite as much.” 

“Shame,” John sniffed, lighting himself a cigar, “they’re fucking cracking tits.” 

She rolled her eyes, opening the door. “Come on, you bloody letch. Let’s see to her getting the fuck off the property.” They headed back up the stairs, hovering by the door only a short time before Bryn and Helen joined them, the latter clutching her small bag in a tight grip. The outside air was crisp, a smattering of snow still present on the ground as she was marched away from the homestead and up the driveway. 

“How am I to get away from here now? Where do I stay?” 

Polly laughed a little bitterly, a final drag taken on her cigarette before she flicked it away. “Should have thought of that before, shouldn’t you, girl?” 

“Could I please have a car take me into town?” 

It was Bryn who laughed this time, her hand reaching out to cup at the back of her neck. “There is no point, Helen. You shan’t be leaving the property.” With a snap, her fangs bared, gleaming white through the darkness. “Ever.”  

Like lightning, her mouth clamped onto her neck, her hand muffling Helen’s scream as she began to drain her. Polly’s eyes rounded in horror, John a little taken aback, but more accepting of the outcome. Bryn wasn’t stupid; he had wondered if she truly intended to let the Rasmussen spy leave with her life intact.  

As soon as she felt her heartbeat still, her body was dropped onto the drive, Bryn licking her lips before receding her fangs once more.  

“Oh, Polly,” she sighed, placing a hand upon her hip as she gestured to the corpse. “Surely, you did not forget what I am beneath the charming woman you are coming to know, hmm? You might not have grounds to fear me, but anybody who crosses me does.” 

“If I did, Brynhild, you’ve certainly reminded me. Holy shit,” she spoke, lighting herself another cigarette.  

“I couldn’t risk her leaving here with only her word that she would say nothing. If someone’s word can be bought, then it is not to be trusted.” Looking down at the corpse, she felt not an ounce of anything, the coldness in her vampiric nature not stirred at all. “She served her purpose; did the job she was paid for. Now, she can do no more.” 

“I suppose Tommy gave you his blessing?”  

Not much got past Polly. “Indeed, he did. Now, can one of you tell me where I might find a shovel?”  

“Round by the stables, next to where they keep the saddles an’ all that.” John told her, Bryn disappearing and reappearing in a flash. Polly headed back to the house, John watching as Bryn struck into the frozen ground, the soil crumbling like sand under the power she wielded the shovel with. Usually, it would have taken two grown men about an hour to dig through frozen soil. For Bryn, she had dug out a deep pit in just over five minutes.  

“Okay,” she spoke, pulling the thirty pounds she had given to Helen the previous evening from her apron, looking down at the corpse with distaste. “Put her in.”  

John rolled the cadaver until it fell from the edge and into the deep pit, thinking what a good job Bryn had done. It was at least eight feet deep. With their inconvenience buried, Bryn also dragging various debris over the unmarked grave so that the plot did not stand out, they headed back to the house arm in arm to join the festivities as if nothing had ever happened.  

Once there, they sat down at the long table with the rest of the family, enjoying the warmth from the fire as they ate dinner, Arthur being Arthur and proposing a very drunken toast that mostly consisted of cussing and hiccupping. Once the children had gone to bed, the later evening saw the arrival of a few close friends, Johnny Dogs among them, John not able to immediately offer an introduction as Bryn had excused herself to tuck Katie in.  

“So, you’re still alive, John? Not come to anything bad on those teeth now, eh?” he joked, John being able to detect the slight trepidation in his demeanour he was attempting to mask with humour.  

“Nah, nothing bad,” he replied, grinning to himself at the memory of just how erotic it was, to be bitten by a vampire. It never failed to do something to him that no human woman could ever compare with. It was fair to say, in fact, that the living had been ruined for John now he’d had a taste of what immortal felt like to fuck.  

Johnny laughed, waving a finger. “Oh, now would you look at that grin on the boy? That’s a grin of a... Jesus fucking wept!” His words were halted by the fact that in the space it took him to blink, John suddenly wasn’t standing alone beside the fire, an elegant looking woman in a dark green beaded dress appearing at his side. “Oh... oh so you’re the shadow walker girl, are ya? Oh, I see now, yes... yes. Um. Yes.”  

Johnny’s usual bravado becoming dented further with every syllable uttered had John snort laughing into his whiskey glass, the gypsy continuing. “Oh now, you understand me apprehension here? There’s a lotta bad blood between my folk and yours, there is?”  

“Not from my personal perspective, Johnny,” she spoke, halting his hand where he rapidly pointed between himself and her, stroking the back of it as she transmitted her energy onto him, calming his nerves. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Brynhild.” 

“You’re a Scandinavian girl, are ya? Oh, you must be with a name like that, eh?” 

“I am Norwegian, yes,” she confirmed, Johnny still taking a time to calm as his muscles stiffened. Bless his heart, though. He was trying his hardest.  

“Oh well that’s grand, so? I bet you get some fucking terrible winters all the way up there?”  

Bryn gave John a gentle shove as he shook with silent laughter. “We do, yes.” 

“Now tell me, love. You’re not hungry, are ya? Because I know you shadow walkers like the gypsy blood? I don’t want to be getting bitten, so, so if you could keep them teeth away, I’d be thanking you!”  

That was the moment John erupted completely, Bryn not able to bite back her smile. Oh, he was such a card. “Trust me, Johnny. My preferred blood source is standing right next to me.”  

His eyebrows almost vanished off his forehead entirely. “Now there’s a thing?” His eyes darted between them uncomfortably for a few moments. “Well, if that’s what tickles your fancy, John. And, and why not, if you like it? I mean I’m not making aspersions or nothing! If it floats your boat, and um, yours too, Brynhild. I’ll erm, I’ll go and say hello to Tommy now.”  

“Fucking hell!” he wheezed, him and Bryn both in mild hysterics as Johnny shot across the room, calling out to Tommy. “I ain’t ever seen a fella work so hard not to die of fright in all me life!” 

“I’m surprised he didn’t begin to glisten beneath his eyes with the effort, the poor man,” Bryn chuckled, composing herself. “I am sure once he’s used to me, he might calm down a little bit.”  

“I kind of hope he doesn’t, because I’ve never seen Dogs so flustered before and fuck, it’s gonna entertain me for ages, that!” he laughed, pulling Bryn close and kissing her cheek. The gathering lasted into the small hours, John and Bryn the first to depart to their room, Bryn flicking her hand in the direction of the fireplace as soon as they entered. The flames roared into life, the hearth sparkling amber as heat began to sweep through the chill of the room.  

“Right, now you’re probably wondering why it is you ain’t had your Christmas present from me yet,” John began, taking her hands and bringing them to his mouth, kissing her cool fingers as he smiled adoringly at her.  

She began to nod, her grin a little twisted at the corner. “I had thought it to be somewhat lacking, yes, this much is true.”  

His smile grew, while on the inside, his heartbeat began to thrum in frenzy, nerves washing through him. “Well, that’s because I wanted it to be just you and me when I gave it to ya.” Taking a small box from his pocket, Bryn’s hands flew to her mouth with a gasp as she watched him drop down to one knee before her. “Brynhild, I know it hasn’t been long, but you mean more to me than any other woman ever has or will. I love you, sweetheart. Will you marry me?”  

Her eyes filled with tears, nodding rapidly. “Yes! Oh, my various gods above, a thousand times yes!” 

“Good,” he hummed, winking at her as he flipped the box open. “You can have this now.” 

There within sat on a little cushion indent, was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. It was an emerald cut diamond, flanked by an art deco arrangement of smaller ones that all extended around onto the platinum band it was set upon. “It’s engraved an’ all.” 

Taking the ring from the box as he stood, she studied the inside of the band, gasping softly. 

My immortal beloved 

“Oh, John!” Her tears fell like crimson rain as he slid it onto her finger, taking his pocket square so she could dab them away, placing a kiss upon the tip of her nose.  

“Don’t you ever say I can’t be romantic.”  

“I never, ever would, my love,” she told him, falling into kisses that felt never ending as they began to strip one another of their clothes.  

“I love you,” he breathed, moving her hair from her neck. “I love you.” His lips met the side of her throat, hands cupping her waist to lift her. “I love you.” Clasping her tightly to him, he carried her to the bed, lying her down, thinking how he’d never seen a woman look at him in the way she was in that moment, his mouth falling to hers once more.  

His bee stung lips closed in a suck upon the pebbled peak of her nipple, fingers trailing through the petals of her cunt, pushing inside her, slick wet awaiting his touch. The rotation he used had her hips bucking against his hand, Bryn clasping his face and kissing him with filthy indulgence. Her groan poured out rich and rumbling, especially when his thumb moved to rub sparks at her clit.  

She was virtually dizzy with pleasure when he finally replaced his fingers with something much thicker, his mouth sucking lilac welts against her neck. His body became flecked with the goose pimples from the sensual glide of her nails down his back, charging across his freckled skin like a herd of wild horses. His arm trailed down her body, hooking beneath her leg and levering it forward until it touched her chest, his hand grasping her throat as he pinned her to the bed.  

The way it allowed his cock to sink in deeper had her wailing, teeth nibbling along her jaw, tongue following the patterns of the tattoos that swirled across her chest. His girth dragged at her, making her wetter around him, John utterly saturated with the gloss of her arousal as his hips began to drive like a piston.  

“Fuck.” He gritted, teeth grazing her throat, the wild heat rising between them both, his mouth swallowing down each of her little cries as their lips met, whispering his love tenderly. It was a heavenly juxtapose to how brutally he began to fuck her.   

Their kisses became magmatic, his forehead pressing to hers as he stared unflinchingly into the crystal blue of her eyes, until the fluttering of her cunt had him closing his eyes tightly, burying his mouth at her neck as he groaned almost helplessly.   

He lost any tentative threads of control, his thrusts staccato, cock making constellations burst through the hug of her molten walls, Bryn’s nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, rolling her hips up to meet each barbarously delivered thrust. The lightning jumped from strike point to strike point as the storm swelled and crashed, her entire body alight as he pulsed jets of hot cum within her.   

Utterly spent, breathless and all that was electrifying ebbing away, the sparks still gently fizzed through them as they stroked one another, sharing tender kisses. Everything was warm, serene and lazy, words of love whispered, adoration abounding. He fell asleep still inside of her that night, Bryn enjoying his warmth before gently moving him beneath the covers, getting up to go and sit upon the wide windowsill. 

Watching the diamonds sparkle upon her finger, she looked out into the pale blue of the moonlight, her eyes glancing back to where John slept. She knew that running was no longer an option, and it should never have been. An existence exiled from her offspring, standing behind those of power for protection, driven by her fear of being captured again was not who she was.  

Closing her eyes, her memories took her back over a thousand years, back to the siege upon Mercia, Bryn stood before a heathen army of a hundred Vikings, her heathen army. She heard her own bellowing war cry, their advancement descending the great hill in which they had waited atop, running into the valley to meet the oncoming men, while from the east and west, the remaining two hundred of her army had encircled the Mercian’s entirely.  

Wiping out those who stood in her way was in her blood. She had lived and breathed it in her human life, after all. Now, she had to find her way back to it in order to secure her future. Now was no longer the time for hiding. Now was the time to remember who she was.  

Now was the time for war.  

#john shelby fanfiction #john shelby smut #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders #john shelby fanfic #john shelby x ofc #john shelby fic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #peaky fucking blinders #immortal beloved #john and bryn

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

Incorrect quotes because... I have no clue at this point.

Sun: Foxy, I think we have a problem. Foxy: What, the fire? Sun: No, the- wait, what fire? Foxy: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

Ruin: Any questions? Sun: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? Ruin: Uh, a plan, duh… Moon: Sun, chill, I know it’s weird, but Ruin has a point. Sun: Sun: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

Lunar, texting Monty: Any plans for tonight? Monty: No. Lunar: Loser.

Sun: Okay, how do I look? Be honest. Foxy: There’s no critic more honest than Monty! Monty: Bad.

Castor: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers. Pollux: That sounds like a challenge. Castor: I have to stress, that is not a challenge. Pollux: …Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted! Castor: There is no challenge!

Lunar: Are you busy? Solar: Yes. Lunar: Cool, listen to this…

Monty: When I was your age- Ruin, mocking Monty: When I was your height. Monty: Monty: Listen here you little shit-

Gemini: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery.

Solar: Hey. Sun: pissed off You… complete …ASS, Solar! You show up here after WEEKS, and you say “hey”?!

Solar: I give up. I am so tired. Ruin: Get the emergency supply! Moon: carries Lunar and places them in front of Solar. Lunar: smiles Solar: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

Sun: I know this isn’t going to end well and I don’t care. So don’t you try and stop me, Solar! Solar: I wasn’t stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.

Solar: Present your best argument for eating bacon. Monty: If animals don’t want to be eaten, then why are they made of food?

Castor: Do you know the best way to respond to disagreement? Lunar: With tears? Castor: No. Lunar: tears up

Ruin: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Solar and not do the thing, Ruin: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Ruin: proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke

Castor: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around? Lunar: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.

Cop: You ran a red light. Monty: So did you, hypocrite. Cop: I was following you. Monty: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver. Cop: Get out.

Castor: I’ve only had Lunar for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Lunar: You’re drunk. Solar: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Lunar.

Ruin: Do you have a self-care routine? Monty: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Monty: Working sucks. Monty: I want to be a malewife where my only responsibilities are being sexy and cute.

Solar: So what’s for dinner? Ruin: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Solar: … Solar: Is it soup? Ruin: I soup-pose it could be! winks Solar: Please, enough with the soup puns! Ruin: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Solar: STOP! one hour later Solar: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

Something crashes Earth: Shoot- Monty: running into the room in a panic WHAT FELL?! Castor: walking by the room calmly What died?

Moon: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? Ruin: remembers dancing to the ringtone Ruin: I didn’t hear it.

Foxy: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Foxy: I will not yield.

Lunar, to someone that angered them: Holds two middle fingers Castor: Can’t say I’m surprised… Solar: Yeah, flip em off, Lunar! Pollux, confused: Holds one middle finger Castor and Solar, both very distressed: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Castor: hi. Solar: Leave before there is a terrible misunderstanding with my foot and your ass.

Pollux: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Sun: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

#sun and moon show #lunar and earth show #monty and foxy show #incorrect quotes

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Running Wild

summary: For once Elvis has a day off and decides to spend it with his kids, you take this chance to go out with some of your friends. What happens after you close the front door- no one could have ever predicted.

word count: 1,361

You ran your fingertips across the handles of your purse, "Are you sure you want me to go, honey? I can call the girls and have them reschedule for another day." The impending sense of worry slowly slipping over you. This was your first time going out by yourself since Tommy had been born. This outing had been in the works for almost two years and you knew that if you were to cancel it would have repercussions.

 With a smile spread across his lips and Lottie Mae wrapped around his leg he replied, "We are having fun, aren't we, little bit?" Elvis asked his daughter.  Lottie Mae bobbed her head up and down as she gripped her father's leg tightly.  "Lord, you're gonna cut the blood to my leg with you gripping on so tight," Elvis joked as he shook his leg.

 Looking behind your husband and young daughter you noticed your youngest child, Tommy- who was slowly making his way toward his father. "What are you doing, bubba?" You asked the toddler as you reached down to grab him. "Are you trying to get daddy? Is that what you're trying to do, huh?" With drool dripping down his chin Tommy placed his tiny hands on your cheeks and pressed his mouth on your nose. "Oh thank you, baby. Momma loves your kisses." Pulling him back you quickly wiped the slobber off your face and off of his chin. 

"You want to come over here to daddy, Tommy? Yes, you do, yes you do!" Elvis said as he took the slobbering toddler from your arms, "We're going to have a fun day, isn't that right, Tommy?" Elvis asked as he tilted the boy's chin in his direction, "Can you tell momma that we're going to have a fun day?" Staring back blankly at his father Tommy simply squealed and slapped his hands against his father's face. Taking Tommy's hands off of his face he directed them towards you and in a high-pitched voice said, "We're going to have a good day momma!"

 "Was that supposed to be Tommy's voice?" You asked him as you grabbed Tommy's hands and pressed a series of kisses to them. "Because it wasn't very good, no it wasn't very good!" Tommy giggled and rested his head on his father’s chest, “I love you, sweet boy.” 

Elvis pressed a kiss to your forehead and then to your lips, “I love you, honey. Now go out and have fun, don’t worry about us.” 

Taking notice of what was going on, Lottie Mae’s eyes began to well with tears and her little lip began to tremble. “Momma, where are you going?”

  "Momma is going to go out with some friends for the day, but I'll be back tonight before you go to bed, alright sweetie?" You told her before pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

 She shook her head, "Why momma? I don't want you to leave, momma why can't you stay here?" She grabbed your hand and began to pull you closer to her. 

Elvis grabbed his daughter’s hand and asked her, “Hey sweetheart, do you want to go help me take care of your pony? Daddy needs to go check on all of ‘em but I can’t do it without my special girl. "He pulled her towards the backdoor and made his way to the stables, allowing you to slip out of the house.

“Daddy, when will mommy be back?” Lottie asked as she dragged her shoes in the dirt. The rocks began to scuff the toe of her shoes and her white socks were covered in dirt.

“She’ll be back soon but you need to pick up your feet, those are nice shoes and you don’t need to ruin ‘em like that,” Elvis said as he opened the door to the stable. "Be careful, honey", he said as he shifted Tommy in his arms.  Leaning his face forward with his mouth wide open, Tommy pressed his mouth onto his father's cheek before letting out a happy squeal. "You giving daddy kisses, boy? Is that what you are doing, you are so silly", Elvis cooed as he tickled him under his chin.

Lottie walked through the aisle of the stables, standing up on her tiptoes to peer into the stalls, "I see her! I see her daddy!" Lottie exclaimed at the sight of her pony. She grabbed the nearest five-gallon bucket and pulled it over so she could stand on it.

"Charlotte..." Elvis began to try and dissuade her behavior but at the last minute chose to let her continue on.

Standing atop her makeshift stool, Lottie Mae began to pet the horse's nose, "Nice Ms. Daisy", she murmured softly. Elvis stood back and watched the soft interaction unfold between the pair. There seemed to be a sense of tranquility that stood between them. That was until Lottie moved the bucket which spooked Ms. Daisy. In a matter of seconds, Lottie Mae had ended up on the concrete floor and Ms. Daisy pushed back into the corner.

"Shit", Elvis muttered as he knelt down next to her, "You alright, sweetheart? What hurts?" He asked as he scanned over her entire body looking for some type of sign of an injury. "You are alright, I got you."

Lottie Mae let out a wail as she showed him her elbow, the skin had been scaped mildly but to her, it was the equivalent of breaking a bone. "It- It h-hurts!"

After hearing his sister's wails Tommy began to smack his father's face with his little hands. "Tommy- Tommy stop it. C'mere Lotts, let's go inside", Elvis said as he picked her up.  Despite her father's well-meaning intentions, Lottie Mae thrashed in his arms.

"Want to walk! Want to walk, daddy!" She screamed as she kicked her legs and smacked his chest.

With a huff, Elvis set her down and grabbed her hand, "Well then let's go." Lottie Mae stood where she was, "Lottie Mae, let's go," Elvis repeated himself, "Now Lottie Mae."  Feeling his patience beginning to wear thin he started to pull her toward the front door. "Charlotte Mae Presley, you better pick your feet up and get inside right now!"

Lottie looked back at her father and her bottom lip began to tremble, "Daddy is mean!" She shouted as tears ran down her cheeks.

Elvis sighed, "No, daddy is not mean, you young lady do not listen. That is what the problem is", he walked over to the door and pushed it open ushering her inside. He sat Tommy down in his playpen and directed his attention back to Lottie, "C'mon let's get you fixed up." He picked her up and sat her on the counter, he rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a Band-Aid.

"Fix it, daddy"

"I am working on it, little Ms. sassy pants", he replied as he put the bandage on.

Unbeknownst to the pair in the kitchen, you had quietly slipped inside of the front door and into the living room. Bending over the playpen you smiled as you watched Tommy gnaw on one of his toys. "What are you doing, bubba?" At the sound of your voice Tommy let out a squeal, "Oh tell me all about it, bubba. Tell me all about your day." You picked him up and brought him into the kitchen all whilst he babbled on.

Lottie held up her elbow to inspect her father's handiwork, "All better, daddy?"

Elvis nodded and helped her off of the countertop, "All better- well look who it is, Lottie!" He said with a smile spread across his lips.

"Momma!" She yelled as she ran over and wrapped her arms around your legs.

"I missed you so much, sweetie! Did you have a good day with daddy and Tommy?" You asked as you smoothed her hair out with your free hand. She nodded her head and buried her face in your skirt, "How were they today, baby?" You asked your husband who looked as if he had just ran a marathon.

"Oh they were great, absolutely perfect", he said and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

tags: @arianatheangel-girl @lillypink @steph-speaks

#emmymaewrites💜 #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #elvis presley x reader #elvis imagine #elvis 2022 #elvis #daddyy elvis 🫣 #dad elvis #elvis presley imagine

[cartooncreaturelover]

Hello it's me again!

So I have some more asks, some relating to art, some just random stuff I think of XD

1. Favorite character of yours that you like drawing?

2. What's your favorite show/movie? (If you don't have a favorite, just name ones you like)

3. Oldest oc you have? How did they change throughout the time you had em?

Thanks in advance!

✨ Hi! Thank you so much for asking more questions! (You're literally the first person to send in more than one ask before! Thank you for bringing some life to my ask box, lol!)

Question 1. I don't know if I have a favorite character of mine to draw, but the first character that popped into my head was Darragh, probably since I used to draw him A LOT & know how to draw him pretty well from all the times I've drawn him before! (I'm hoping to get a light board this holiday season so I can actually finish an updated version of his reference sheet soon!)

Question 2. I like a lot of shows & movies, so I'll just list the many that I like instead!

Some Of The Movies I Like Include... Back To The Future (trilogy) Little Shop of Horrors (1986) Ferris Bueller's Day Off Gremlins Gremlins 2: The New Batch How The Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (2004) Wolfwalkers Shrek 2 Puss in Boots: The Last Wish The "Spider-Man: Spider-Verse" series The "Kung Fu Panda" series The "Sing" series The "Trolls" series

Some Of The TV Shows I Like Include... Bluey The Owl House Infinity Train Ducktales (2017) Gravity Falls Steven Universe My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005) Our Flag Means Death Bob's Burgers Central Park SpongeBob SquarePants (Seasons 1-3)

(You know, writing this list out has made me realize how much I like musicals... & DreamWorks Animation???)

Question 3. The oldest OC that I have is my first OC! I haven't drawn her in a long time, but her name is Magic & she initially was one of those classic "character a child likes, so they barely recolor the character & call it their own;" the actual character was Spyro from the Skylanders series! (Yes, I love "Pug Spyro!") Initially, the only difference was that she had white accent colors instead of gold/bronze. As I got better at drawing & designing characters, I began to actually make her more original & less like Skylanders' Spyro (pictured below!)

The first drawing (which is actually the first drawing I ever made of her!) is from 2014, I think in April; I believe we were going on a school field-trip that day to a trampoline park as a reward for the good students? I drew her with no reference in class with my pencil & colored pencils on a piece of notebook paper! Whenever that day was, it was the day I decided to take art seriously & was the start of my journey to getting as good at drawing as I am today!

The second drawing is (I think) from around 2018 when I really started to try & make her legally distinct from Skylanders' Spyro; different shaped horns, fin-like ears, furred belly & (not pictured) tail tip (kinda like Banjo's)! I made that drawing with my old & cheap watercolor set on what (I think) is sketchbook watercolor paper; & yes, that tiny little portrait is in a tiny little picture frame!

The third drawing is a concept doodle for a 4.0 design for Magic from around 2021 or 2022? I never finalized the design, but the idea was to really change her body type into being more chubby & pear-shaped like some stuffed animals I have, as well as adding stars to her design since I think of her as my "spark of inspiration" for where I am now! Since I've been working on redesigning another dragon-like character of mine recently, perhaps I'll finally get around to finalizing Magic 4.0, who knows!

You (or anybody else who may see this!) can totally ask me more questions about my interests or old/new characters of mine if you’d like! Thank you so much for taking the time to ask me fun questions to answer! ✨

#this is an ask! #questions #arianimates #Magic Spark #dragon #skylanders #shows #movies

[mlplovelight]

Ch. 14 - Run Away With Me

Rise and grind, APPLEJACK! Time to attack the day!

You groan and put a pillow over your head. You don’t really feel like rising or grinding today, if you’re being honest, but then again you don’t exactly got much choice, do you? Another day, another… day.

You slide out of your comfortable bed like a puddle of sludge and hit the hard wooden floor. With a groan, you force yourself up onto your hooves and let out a weary sigh.

Okay, NOW it’s time to attack the day.

“HEY APPLEJACK!” Pinkie Pie calls out and causes you to jump; you totally forgot she spent the night here in the shop.

You head out to the entry room thingy, the ‘foy-er’ or whatever, and Pinkie greets you with a big smile and a wave as she comes in the door.

“I got breakfast!” she says, brandishing two bags from Ribbon Heart’s bakery. “I asked the lady behind the counter what you’d want, so hopefully it’s good!”

“You went out by yerself?” you ask, grabbing the bag that Pinkie tosses to you. “I’m supposed to keep an eye on you.”

“I’m not a child, Applejack,” Pinkie scoffs. “I get that I have to keep my wings hidden, but I’m an adult and I can look out for myself. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, lmao.”

“Yeah, alright,” you sigh and sit behind the counter. The food is good, but you barely taste it, and once you’re done with it you cradle your face in your hooves as your mountain of responsibilities start pilin’ up on you.

“You okay?” Pinkie asks, putting her hooves up on the other side of the counter. “You don’t look too good.”

“Got a lot on my mind, that’s all,” you force a smile. “No worries.”

“Okay, I won’t pry or anything, buuuut,” Pinkie hums, “sometimes it’s easier to deal with stuff if you’re not dealing alone, y’know?”

“Nah, it’s just,” your groan and rub your temples as you think about all the things, “I gotta get you back to Daisy Dreams, I gotta help out Cherry Spices with her expedition, and I like Cherry a lot but she kinda worries me sometimes cuz she doesn’t have the care for Old Equestria and its history and its fragility and its denizens, and she hired me on BECAUSE I have that care, but that makes me think I’m gonna be havin’ to babysit for her and her crew, not to mention I’ve got an expedition to prep with Twilight, and I’ve never been that far away from home before and…

“It’s just a lot.”

“Sounds like it,” Pinkie says, and she puts her hoof over yours. “And hey, I know I said I wanted the Ponyville tour, but you don’t gotta do that for me if you’re overwhelmed, okay?”

“I WANT to do that though,” you grumble, puffing up yer cheeks. “I love givin’ ponies the tour.”

“Then let’s do it!” Pinkie chirps, a big smile on her face. “But don’t worry about Daisy Dreams. Like I told you, I’m an adult and I can take care of myself. I’ll get back to Daisy on my own, I’ll say really nice things about you and about our time together, and you can just focus on Cherry Spices or whatever.”

“I…” you fold your forelegs on the counter and rest your head down on ‘em. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea. I appreciate it.”

“OR! Consider this!” Pinkie leans over the counter, forcing you to lean back as she pushes her nose right up against yours. “Run away with me!”

“Eh?” you scoff at what an obviously absurd thing that is to say, but Pinkie just stares you down and it slowly dawns on you that she’s being serious. And while that SHOULD make it even more absurd, instead you find yourself asking; “Run away where?”

“I dunno yet,” Pinkie Pie shrugs, but her doubt doesn’t diminish her enthusiasm at all. “That’s part of the fun! I’m headed into the ruins in your backyard, right? I’m gonna meet up with my pal Rainbow Dash, and we’re—”

“Yeah, that’s what yer doin’ with Daisy Dreams, right?” you mutter, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing up against the back of yer skull again.

“Hm, sorta,” Pinkie mutters. “Like that’s what we hired her to do yeah, me and Rainbow hired her to get me from one place to where I was gonna meet with Rainbow. But Daisy has her own agenda she thinks I don’t know about, but I’m smarter than she gives me credit for lmao.”

“Wait, what?” you ask, lurching your head up in alarm and feeling your heart sink into your stomach. “What agenda are you talkin’ about?”

“Eh, I dunno the exact details,” Pinkie shrugs. “And to be honest, I don’t really care. But Daisy is SUPPOSED to get me to Rainbow Dash, but I know that she’s planning on giving me up to Cupcake on our way to the meeting place. I dunno what Cupcake offered her, and again I don’t really care, but I’m not going back to Cupcake.”

“Wow, I really played right into your hooves, huh?” you sigh dismally, resting your cheeks on your hooves.

You wanna be upset about Daisy, either defend her from what Pinkie is accusing her of, or else feel disappointed in Daisy for betraying a pony’s trust like that, but Daisy is a businesswoman and this is just kinda what they do.

You just like to pretend like yer all on the same side, but people like Daisy, and Cherry for that matter, who are all about makin’ their own way and getting ahead, they’re on their OWN side. And you can try and attach yerself to ‘em like a remora, but that don’t make you a shark.

“Ehhhh, kinda?” Pinkie hums, tapping her chin ponderously. “Me and Daisy were always gonna have to part ways before we reached Old Equestria, and I hadn’t figured out my escape plan until you came along and offered me the opportunity of a life time.”

Pinkie turns back to you and smiles brightly.

“Which is why I wanna return the favor, baby,” she says with a cunning grin. “You helped me escape, let me help you escape. From all these responsibilities, all this stuff that’s making you so clearly unhappy. Run away with me!”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes as you prepare to turn Pinkie Pie down. It’s awfully nice what she’s offerin’, at least in theory, but the real world don’t work like that. You can’t just run away from the stuff that you’re meant to do, you can’t just burn all the bridges behind you and move onto the next thing like it’s no big deal.

You open your eyes and open your mouth to speak, but before you can say anything you notice the Friendship Bracelet on your foreleg. You forgot to take it off last night before you slept, but the thing didn’t scrape or scuff ya during the night at all. In fact, it felt kinda natural to have it on.

Twilight… you promised her that you would help her and her friend find the body they’re lookin’ for, and you were gonna find the Apple ponies and their history, figure out yer place in this world finally.

But that was so silly. You can’t just up and leave Ponyville. This is your whole world, it’s all you know. You were never really gonna leave it, even if you tried, you’d just get pushed back into your comfortable little box where nothing ever changes, and the box is always gettin’ smaller.

You look up at Pinkie, who’s fidgeting and jittering with excitement. Her heavy cloak hides the shape of her wings, but you know they’re underneath there; a clear visual sign that the world is bigger than the box you know.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, before letting it out slow in a long sigh. You open your eyes, open your mouth to speak, looking down at the Friendship Bracelet and then at Pinkie Pie.

“Pinkie,” you give her a nervous smile, “let’s do it.”

“YYYYYYESSSSS!” Pinkie Pie cheers, pumping her hooves. “I was hoping you’d say that, Applejack! Let’s freaking go! POGGERS!”

You can’t help but chuckle at Pinkie’s antics, even though deep in your stomach you feel like you’re gonna throw up. You look down at the Friendship Bracelet and give it a curious glance.

A faint pink light glows from underneath its shell.

#lovelight #mlp #g4 #fim #fanfic #story posting #applejack #pinkie pie

[libidomechanica]

“And my recognise to”

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brazen tears. Blown, I scarce upon her air,—haste away;     if Susan she uphold jar with they have loves, the but with scarce extender day to     sink to me: I bring idle dream’d at lass, she roll a wood. Light I needs that mate; for in     nor will yet Men with whoever befalls,

or limb, whether Johnny goes a quick Dreams: the     heaven, and of him, calls! Why art winne of earthly give alone hanging men: They despise     meet a wife—I lie, to reachably death the port and poet’s smile, nor peace. Still usher’d     I have the death rose upon thy roved,

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sun? On song to seized it would now depart is mother     tell, the pony too merry: that is love you do now? Witch-elms thy faire apology,     and lived with his head upon our died. On think ye hill awake in a wife, he tomb,     to die; twere days—thyrsis thighs, and doubts

if in Susan Gale. Thy convulse or could droop’d light     quite so muse along, and lazy length, tho’ as yet society of which below the     griefs I lean and watch attire, ye cave, and round. It; her feeds of graceful bee; and word     to see the cubless! And die, mine of

this never nimble, meek St. Repentance on thinks—     home. And twilight. Slave thing to lover. I hear; ’ more globe; old set. Leaps of snowing far and     she heart, must, or in the skull wish, but new. And herald aim a fervent for aye unstain,     magnetic gloom the lark hung over,

and lift thee all are? Ye lived no unlike slow pomp     might a hollow’d, having stress’d, he quite all too have I say? Paris while she from climb, and     affection ware all moved to her Delight, she playful Hero shine with God comes back to     thee doth for throw light the dead, returning

from piety count there as they run; death: yea     having smiles, by so fair, poor guidance in bush again to roam the patron brief minutive.     Me, weary, wayworn bosom assays, to write away, and wood, descent. That to its     wreath, amid heraldries, arise! The

epopee, that steel us as still see there, ye’re ripe,     the earn’d in the spirit as I cannot his all ring to deep lost in the ground: calm in     a message knight, that haven’s growing written poets round of stone. Death the bright the healthy     Son’s trance ages to burst of them

and the said she water play at anchor an altars     whom a tract for thee so find there must friend, a lords, day, without; the half a heav’n seize     and tremble creeps the mouth, forsoothe ape and for though he observile close the Poet     the wildly: let men and that doth not,

where was pleasure I? When paper—even as Gods     decrees, they do thee with whom they sight. With light-blue is darkness, that I am no Womb     of fall; all we must has man will lisp, though the song these hand, tumbling, and hew the dale, and     join’d each draw so lose world’s wife—to scorn

em all, at with me? The blow, and fears should have come     into those wore he had he wakes; for ever yet, alas! From on the moor. And my     recognise to gainst your sweet springs from the studding the same cliffs, and whose master—not till     galloping smile, I’ve might, from orb of

fix’d with that I countenance, no, never tower     is to the Shah Salámán have not but breaking the summer into the moor. His tender     bands so much the appeare: but some had I every face: now degrading still not     I trust is those where must be; but mine.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #118 texts #ballad

[dreamwritesimagines]

Caught in the Fire 24 - Break the Rules [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves ❤ Here’s the new chapter, I hope you like it and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of it! kisses!❤

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Chaos can appear out of nowhere.

Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships, drinking, kidnapping, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

Handling a bakery was actually harder than it looked, contrary to popular belief.

Handling a bakery while you were heartbroken? It was damn near impossible.

You were more than aware that you couldn’t exactly mope around, and you had this feeling that your friends were two seconds away from shaking you by the shoulders to snap you out of it, so you tried to repress the sadness and pretend that everything was fine whenever you weren’t alone.

It wasn’t healthy, but it would work. Eventually.

“You’re joking,” you said, pressing the phone to your ear, a sincere smile curling your lips as you heard Emma’s giggle.

“No! I petted a pony— two ponies!” she exclaimed on the other line. “His name is Mr. Peanut and his sister is called Miss Pumpkin and the instructor lady told us they like eating carrots and apples and then she gave us carrot sticks and I fed them and they were so cute!”

Well, at least Emma was happy at her summer camp but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t missed her terribly.

“Y/N, can we get a pony when I come back? Please please please?”

You scoffed a laugh. “Where would we keep a pony, Em?”

“I already thought about it, we could put him in the bakery yard!”

“Mm, I remember us having this conversation about a dog, and remember what we said?”

“But ponies are different than dogs!”

“Ponies are also bigger than dogs, honey.”

She heaved a dramatic sigh. “I guess,” she said. “But I think you’d change your mind if you met Mr. Peanut and Miss Pumpkin.”

“I’ll take your word for it, kiddo,” you said. “Hey, guess what?”

“What?”

“I missed you so so bad,” you said, making her giggle again.

“I missed you too!” she said. “I wish you could’ve come with us! Like, I love it here but I love you more so I want to come back, is that bad?”

You awwed.

“It’s not bad at all Em,” you said. “And you’ll be here in how many days?”

“3 days!”

“See? And you’ll have a bunch of things you’ll tell me, I want to hear more details about Mr Peanut and Miss Pumpkin.”

“I’ll tell you everything!” she said. “Do zoos have ponies? Will I work with them when I become a zoo keeper?”

“We can check it out.”

“Okay—oh I have to go now,” she said. “Promise me you’ll miss me more until I come back?”

You grinned. “Cross my heart honey. Hey, it was cold last night, did you wear that cardigan I packed you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you eating breakfast? What did you eat today?”

“I ate um—some toast and an egg and salami and vegetables.”

“Did you eat all your vegetables?”

“Mm hm. Tomato and cucumber. And parsley but just a little— Y/N, I have to go now.”

You bit on your fingernails. “Okay. Love you, be careful!”

“Love you too!” she said and hung up, and you huffed out a breath, leaning back to the counter as Josh approached you.

“Was that Emma?”

“Mm hm.”

“How’s she?”

“She’s fine,” you said. “But I don’t think I am. I feel like I’ll be like one of those overbearing parents who checks in every minute when she grows up—actually, do you think I can convince her to go to a college in the city?”

“…She’s eight, Y/N.” Josh reminded you. “I feel like you have some time before you start worrying about her college.”

“I guess,” you grumbled and grabbed the tray but Josh clicked her tongue.

“The guy who’s after my job is here.”

“Alex?” you let out a laugh, “Josh, he’s a teacher, he’s not after your job.”

“You say that now but he took advantage of my absence.”

“He covered for you one time to help me,” you corrected him, making him pout.

“I don’t trust him.”

“Josh, the school pays him better than I pay you.”

“It’s about principles!” he pointed at you, “He’s outside by the way. Traitor.”

You rolled your eyes at him, then walked past him to leave the kitchen. Alex was on the other side of the counter and you grinned, approaching the counter.

“Hey stranger.”

“Hey there,” he said. “You seem kind of down, what happened?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” you waved a hand in the air. “I just talked to Emma and I missed her so much! It’s just been eleven days since she left for the camp and now I have to wait for three more days and I don’t know what I’m gonna do when it’s time for her to go to college.”

Alex pulled his brows together and tilted his head to the right like a confused puppy.

“And now you’re looking at me like I’m an insane person,” you pointed out and he chuckled.

“No!” he said, “No, it’s…it’s normal.”

“Is it though?”

“Yeah,” he said. “You want her with you, that’s the most normal thing in the world. Even if it’s years away.”

“She wants a pony.”

“Mr. Peanut and Miss Pumpkin have that effect on kids,” he stated and chuckled at your expression. “I went there like…two years ago to supervise the kids. My colleagues who went this summer are really good though, no worries. She’s in good hands.”

“I guess,” you murmured but everything else you were going to say disappeared from your mind when you saw Summer walk through the door. She made a beeline to the counter, then shot a small smile at Alex.

“Hey teach. Girl code emergency, sorry.”

“Summer, what—“ you started but she went under the counter before grabbing your arm to pull you to the kitchen, then closed the door behind you two.

“What’s going on?” you asked and she let out a groan, then started pacing in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is Rogers’s deal?”

Your head shot up, “Hm?”

“What’s his deal?” she asked. “Like, has your insufferable ex put him up to this?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Why is Steve fucking Rogers hitting on me?” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up and your jaw dropped before a small laughter escaped from your lips.

“Oh. That.”

“Yes, that!”

“How is he hitting on you?”

“He showed up at the café I work at three times this week!” she said, “Three times! And it’s not even in his territory, it’s—“

“Sam’s. I know.”

“Yeah so what the fuck?”

“He and Sam are friends.”

“Sam is never there,” she said, “Apparently he just bought this night club, everyone is talking about it, the grand opening will be this huge thing—it doesn’t matter! It’s a small café and all of a sudden he shows up and tries to make small talk? And complimenting me, and—and asking me out?”

“He asked you out?”

“Yeah!” she said. “Did Barnes put him up to this?”

You shook your head, trying to ignore the pang in your heart.

“No I’m sure not, Bucky would be totally against it. What did you say?”

“Of course I said no,” she answered. “I’m not going to go out with a mobster just because he’s hot, I have principles. No offense.”

“None taken,” you deadpanned. “So you think he’s hot?”

“Doesn’t matter. I also happen to think he’s an asshole.”

“Summer.”

“What do you know about him?”

“About Steve?” you asked and heaved a sigh. “I mean… he and Bucky have been best friends forever—“

“As Aesop would say, a man is known by the company he keeps.”

“You can’t make a movie reference to save your life but you’re going to namedrop Aesop in an actual conversation?”

She waved her hands in the air. “Continue.”

“Well they’ve been best friends forever, they went to college together, they’re completely inseparable,” you counted with your fingers. “Apparently back in college he only dated like one girl, and then it didn’t work out. He’s not what you would call a womanizer, Bucky says— um he used to say that he’s a romantic.”

“Yeah, that motherfucker has game,” Summer pointed out. “I can just—from like an objective viewpoint, I can see that.”

“So then why not go out with him?”

“Have you gone insane?” she asked back, making you grin. “I’m not—I would never! He’s— no! Bad news, all of them.”

“Let me rephrase my question, do you want to sleep with him?”

Her jaw dropped. “Y/N!”

“What? You said it yourself, he’s hot.”

“I—he—“ she stammered, “I can’t just— you’re insane. This break up made you insane, like that chick from Othello.”

“Hamlet. Good to have you back.”

She huffed out, reaching out to grab one of the cookie jars from the shelf and popped a cookie into her mouth.

“I’m not going to sleep with a mobster,” she said through a mouthful of cookies. “I don’t know where that gun has been. That’s not a joke by the way, I’m talking about his actual gun.”

You tilted your head, raising your brows.

“Why do I feel like you disagree?”

“I’m not saying anything,” you held up your hands. “I’m really not. I just think that he’s nice, you obviously find him attractive, so one date couldn’t hurt? He already asked you out, you could just go out with him tonight and you can decide—“

“Nah not tonight,” she said. “Apparently he has this thing at Barnes’ place, some sort of dinner.”

Your head shot up and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah, they do that.”

“Sorry. I know I shouldn’t talk about him.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Nah I don’t mind. I’m fine.”

“Are you though?”

“So are you actually going to go out with Steve?” you asked, desperate to change the subject and Summer thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“No fucking way,” she said. “I know what his job entails. I can’t— I hate mobsters.”

You stayed silent and she took a deep breath.

“Seriously,” she said. “All my bullshit and drama aside. How are you?”

“I didn’t cry myself to sleep last night,” you pointed out. “I think that’s an improvement.”

“It is!” she said quickly. “It really is. And hey, teach looks like he could be a nice distraction.”

“Summer.”

“Just saying,” she popped another cookie into her mouth and held up her hands, mocking surrender. “I’d better go before my boss fires me—although…”

“Yeah, not gonna happen anymore.”

“Jesus, this town is so weird,” she commented and kissed you on the cheek. “I’ll call you!”

She left the kitchen and you shook your head to yourself, then walked out of the kitchen as well to approach Alex.

“What was that about?” he asked and you grinned.

“Girl code, sorry.”

“Right,” he said. “Holy girl code.”

“Damn right.”

“Hey I wanted to ask you,” he murmured. “So there’s this new café apparently, and it’s like no gluten, no sugar, and no dairy. Therefore, no happiness.”

“Clearly.”

“Want to go there tomorrow after you close to make fun of their cookies?”

“That’s mean, Mr. Elementary Teacher.”

“I’m off the clock,” he said and winked at you. “I could get mean.”

A giggle escaped from your lips and you arched a brow.

“Mysterious.”

“You haven’t seen the half of it,” he said. “So, tomorrow?”

You thought for a moment. “I’m not exactly the…the best person to hang out with nowadays,” you said slowly. “I’m kind of a downer.”

“I disagree,” he said. “I think you’re the best person to hang out with nowadays.”

A small smile warmed your face.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely positive.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh. “Well, I warned you. Tomorrow it is then.”

                                      *

By the closing time, there was no one but you and Josh at the bakery and the sky was already dark. Josh had apparently decided not to talk about his girlfriend or relationships in general as much as earlier around you because of your break up. Even if you kept insisting you were fine, no one around you bought that lie, and you were way too emotionally exhausted to convince them.

“So I couldn’t help but overhear—“ Josh’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “You’re going out with the traitor teacher?”

“Josh, I promise you I’m not going to hire him.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I’m not going out with him,” you said and he crossed his arms, leaning back to the register.

“No? Why not?”

“I just got out of a relationship.”

“Yeah a relationship with an asshole,” he pointed out and you tilted your head.

“I thought you liked Bucky.”

“Until he dumped my cousin who happens to be my boss,” he said, making you let out a laugh. “He’s dead to me now.”

“I appreciate the loyalty.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waved a hand in the air before grabbing the trash bag. “But no seriously, he looks like a nice guy.”

“Alex? He is nice.”

“That whole puppy dog eyes thing is working for him.”

“I don’t know how to answer that,” you called out as he carried the trash bag out of the bakery and your phone vibrated, making you take it out of your pocket.

The number on your screen was unknown, but that didn’t stop you from touching the small text icon.

The terror that hit you out of nowhere the moment you saw the picture on the screen was nothing like you had ever experienced before. It showed Emma sleeping peacefully in what looked like the backseat of a car, with a text under it;

Wait for our call and don’t call the police, or you won’t like what happens.

All the air seemed to have disappeared from around you and your throat tightened, the room spinning around you as you fell on your knees, gasping for air. Everything was sucked into a black void and for a moment you were sure that you had died, panic pulsing through your veins. The phone slipped from your numb fingers and dropped to the ground while the bile burned your throat, and you took a shaky breath.

Okay.

Okay you needed to think.

Panicking was not going to help but—

You were painfully aware of just what could help.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand and grabbed your phone off the floor, then forced yourself to stand up. Your legs felt way too weak and you felt like you could pass out at any moment, but by some kind of a miracle you managed to walk out of the bakery and rush to the car, then started the car and stepped on the gas.

It was probably a miracle that you hadn’t gotten in an accident because you were way too panicked to even pay attention to the traffic lights or the traffic itself. It was like your whole body was on autopilot, and as soon as you saw the familiar house you had sworn not to come back to, you pulled over and walked past the other cars parked by the street, ignoring the multiple people scattered along the street as if guarding it. You made your way to the house, then climbed up the stairs and rang the doorbell before taking a step back.

What was it you had called here earlier? Viper’s nest that you would never step a foot in again?

Right. You would’ve gone to Satan himself if it meant keeping Emma safe, your pride was nonexistent when it came to her.

The housekeeper opened the door and greeted you, obviously recognizing you from before and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Can you— can you get Bucky here please?”

She nodded and walked away, and in a minute you heard footsteps approaching before Bucky entered your line of sight.

He knew. Of course he knew something was wrong, you had told him before how you would rather die than ask him for help but the thing was?

You’d rather die than lose Emma, so none of that mattered anymore, not one bit.

And despite what you had claimed before, he did know you. He was aware that you’d never, ever go to him for anything, not after he had shattered your heart, so one look at your face was more than enough to make him clench his jaw, taking a step towards you.

“Y/N?” his voice would’ve been almost calming if it weren’t for the dark shadow in his eyes, “What happened—who died?”

You took a deep breath and handed him your phone, then managed to form the sentence you hadn’t for over a decade.

“I need your help.”

Chapter 25

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I’ve seen child/baby reader for the Todoroki clan but what about Erasermic? They just adore the chubby little girl that could barely say their names right or their hearts just burst at her cute smol hand gripping their finger as she smiles to them! Watch em lose it when she calls them “Papa” or “Daddy” 😭💕💖

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Aizawa looked intimidating. Unapproachable. Distant. Unwelcoming.

It was clear from how all the parents looked at him, quickly ushering their kids away from him as if he was a villian. This was the reason he never really liked going out in public all that much.

"Daddy!"

But for you he will walk though hell barefoot if has to.

At the sound of your voice, a warm smile immediately appeared on his face. Crouching down, Aizawa caught your little body that jumped at him.

You giggled as he picked up and nuzzled his nose with yours.

"Hey, princess."

Pulling you away from him, he took in your appearance.

Your pony tails were lop sided, your face was flush and sweaty, your uniform was all dirty. Your shirt was tucked out of your skirt, your once shiny black shoes were now muddy.

"Why do you look so messy? Did you get in a fight?" Aizawa asked you, but he already knew his sweet little angel wouldn't hurt a fly.

"No! We were playing!" You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's go." With that, Aizawa took your hand and began walking home.

Every single day for the last week since kindergarten started, you always returned looking like you had rolled around in mud.

"I missed you today! Did you miss me?" You said as you skipped. Your father nodded. "I did. What happened at school today?"

"Great! I went to class and said hi to my friends, and then miss Hita came and then we did numbers and then-" And you continued to ramble on about every single detail about your day. Aizawa loved hearing you talk, even if you did become repetitive, it was the gleam in your eyes and the awe in your voice and your oh so real expressions.

"Is Papa home?" You asked him mid rambling.

He nodded. "Yes. And he has a surprise for you."

Your eyes sparkled. "Surprise?! What is it?" You jumped up and down. Honestly, he was amazed with how energetic you were. Even after a tiring day at school, you would always have to be wrestled or bribed for an afternoon nap, as you always claimed you weren't sleepy.

You're going to wish you took more naps now when you grow up.

Aizawa smiled. "No point of a surprise if I tell you." He liked teasing you, and he knew you were about to play your guessing game now.

"Is it a balloon?"

"No."

"Is it 2 balloons?"

"No."

"Is it a an elephant?"

"No."

"Is it an aeroplane?"

"What? No."

You'll never figure it out at this rate-

"Is it... something to eat?"

"..."

"It is something to eat! What is it? Tell me please." You whined.

"You've guessed it right so far, you can figure out the-"

"Is it Katsudon?"

"..."

"Dad... Is. It. Katsudon?" You asked him, mustering up your utmost serious face, but you just ended up looking even more adorable than before.

"...yes."

Aizawa closed his eyes as you screamed in glee.

And then the rest of the way home, you skipped and chanted "katsudon".

Hizashi heard the front door open and as he walked over to welcome his darlings, his knees was tackled by a very small body that screeched "KATSUDON!"

The blonde shot a mean glare to Aizawa for ruining the surprise, but that was interrupted by you jumping up and down. Hizashi picked you up and gasped at your appearance.

"Why do you look like you came out of a war?!"

"Katsudon!" You kicked your feet excitedly and wriggled in his arms.

Hizashi chuckled. "Okay okay. But first, you need a bath. Daddy will clean you up while I will go prepare your-" "KATSUDON!" Both men erupted in chuckles.

During lunch, you swung your feet back and forth as Hizashi fed you. You could feed yourself, but you're busy telling them about your day.

"And then we began playing in recess. And then Tabiko was the Prince and I was the Princess and then Tabiko saves me from the dragon and we were going to kiss and live happily ever after! And then Hirio fell, and then-"

What?

Did they- did they hear you right?

Your fathers looked at each other as if to confirm they both heard the same thing.

Kiss?

"Honey... what- what do you mean kiss?" The blonde asked, his tone full of worry.

You gulped down the delicious piece of meat before speaking. "I was the Princess and Tabiko was the Prince, and when he saved me, we would kiss!"

"You kissed Tabiko?" Aizawa asked, his eyes turning a bit dark at the thought of this boy.

You shook your head giggling. "Noo, recess was over so we had to go back to class." You smiled. "But Tabiko said that we can kiss tomorrow!"

No fucking way.

"No. You won't do that." Your dad said, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Yes, I wiIl. Tabiko promised me!" You smiled.

Aizawa got up from his seat and moved to crouch in front of you, making him at eye level with you.

"Princess, you're not going to kiss Tabiko." Your dad took that serious tone, the one that left no room for argument but you didn't pick up on that.

"Why?" You pouted.

"Because I'm telling you. And you're not going to kiss anyone else either." Aizawa said as he held your hands.

"No one?"

"No one."

"But what if I love them?"

"You only love us, honey!" Hizashi pitched in.

"But I get to kiss my boyfriend, right?"

Aizawa lightly squeezed your hands. "No. And no boyfriends or girlfriends either."

Your eyes became teary and they could see your lip wobbling too. "Not even when I'm old?"

No. Not even then.

Is what they wanted to say, but Hizashi tried to pacify you. "Yeah. Sure, you can be in a relationship when you're old, like... 70?"

You immediately began counting on your fingers. I'm 4, so 5, 6, 7... that is 1,2, 3 years?

"So...like in 3 years?"

"70. Not 7" The blonde chuckled.

You began counting again but then got tired at 18, so you stopped.

"But... I will get kisses when I'm 70?" You asked worriedly, still confused why your dads weren't letting you kiss people.

Aizawa scooped you up in his arms. "You don't have to wait that long. You can have kisses now." And then your dad began attacking your face in kisses, making you laugh. "And you can get more but only if you promise not to kiss anyone else!" Hizashi said. You nodded and then both your dads tickled your face with kisses.

You're so naive, so innocent. Their sweet little angel.

They'll be damned if they let some scum take you away from them.

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Hi! Are you taking requests, because I wanted to ask for some cuddly Javier, if that’s alright? 🥺 also I love ur pfp lol

heyy anon! yess i'm taking requests for red dead i absolutely love doing them so keep em coming! i'm sorry this is so short but i just wrote this quick little piece in half an hour but i hope u still enjoy some soft cuddly javier <333

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Its just a normal peaceful afternoon at Horseshoe Overlook when you saw Javier pull into camp looking rather exhausted.

There was a cool breeze in the air, cold enough for you to be wrapped in one of his jackets. It was a habit you’d taken up after you’d missed him from your time apart on different jobs.

He’d been gone a few days now, having snuck down to Blackwater with Charles and Josiah. The thought of him in Blackwater so soon after that horrid bank job worried you beyond compare and despite how tired he looked, you were just so relieved that he’d made it out alive.

His usual perfect hair was slightly disheveled from the days right and you could see the exhaustion falling off his shoulders. Putting down the book you’d been reading you walked over to greet him, pulling him into a tight hug.

Javier’s hands came to wrap around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing deeply as he almost collapsed into you. Your hand came hold his head, playing with the shorter hairs on the back of his neck as the other rubbed slow circles on his back.

“Missed you.”

His voice was quiet and had a hint of tiredness in it but you heard it all nonetheless. Placing a kiss to his temple you bent back to look him in the eye before leaning your foreheads together.

“I missed you too, my love. You look exhausted...”

Javier nodded gently, pulling you closer to him which was all the affirmation you needed. You took his hand in yours, guiding him over to your shared tent to rest and cuddle— something the two of you both needed.

You helped him remove his gun belt, his shoes and his outer jacket before you both sat down on the bedroll.

“Well C'mere then”

You held your arms out to Javier, letting him fall into you where he eventually rested his head in your lap. Your hand came to brush the hair from his face, taking his pony tail out and running your fingers through his soft strands.

“How was your trip?”

“Eh it wasn’t so bad, Charles is good company and we made it outta there with Sean undetected by Pinkertons but Trelawny wouldn’t stop talking”

You giggled at his story just imagining the sorts of things Josiah would go on about. He’d mention the exuberance of the rich life and boast about whatever chap he’d managed to con that week posing as an oil investor or opera singer. He always spoke with a kick of confidence and it was never without a ‘dear boy’.

“Aw you know how Trelawny gets— never one for a dull conversation!”

Your hand was still idly playing, watching how he relaxed under such a small gesture.

“Thank God for Arthur otherwise I would’ve fed him to the damn coyotes”

You smile down at Javier, leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his nose and watching as his eyes lit up.

“What was that for?”

This time you place a soft kiss to his lips, a kiss he happily accepted and leaned into.

“Oh nothing, I just think you look adorable half asleep.”

Javier tired to give you his best death glare but he’d never actually be angry with you. In fact he was rather smitten that you called him such a thing.

“Hey! I’m not adorable and I’m certainly not half asl—“

Javier cuts himself off with his own sleepy yawn and it was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen.

“Of course you’re not sleepy— no way. Now common, let’s get some sleep I guess there won’t be much of that happening once Sean returns to camp. If there’s someone that can out talk Trelawny, it’s Sean.”

The both of you laugh under your breath, giggling softly before you get settled properly so you can lie down beside him.

Javier’s arms come to drape over your waist as he spoons up behind you and pulls a blanket over the two of you. Your hand come to intertwine with his as you rest your head rests on his bicep, the better alternative to a pillow. They’re overrated anyways.

He falls asleep pretty quickly, his head tucked between your shoulder blades as his breathing evens out. You’re clearly less tired from a lazy day around camp so you spend an hour just comfortably letting your thoughts drift while the two of you cuddle.

His little snores remind you of just how much you love him, of how domestic the two of you have become. You smile, thinking of all the times Javier has taken you fishing or you’ve danced around camp with the other couples.

Your hand squeezes his just that much tighter as you realised you’d leave the gang for him, not that either of you really wanted to leave this life but you’d throw it all away to have every night curled up in his embrace just like this.

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Solace

Aaron has a bad few days, Emily is there to make it better.

Some fluff for @ssa-sparks who deserves all the good things <3

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: None

Read over on AO3 in my collection of mini fics, or below the cut

She watches as the case gets to him. His jaw tightening with every passing second, his back ramrod straight as he holds himself steady in the precinct. She can see the weight of the case, the job, weighing heavily on him. The cracks in his facade that only she could see, the frustration he would let her be privy to when their hotel room door closes behind them when they allow themselves a few hours of rest.

He wasn’t sleeping. He rarely did on cases that involved children, the faces of the victims easily replaced by Jack’s whenever he closed his eyes. Emily wakes up to the feeling of his hand stroking over her head. Fingers randomly tangling in her hair, pulling strands out of the pony tail she had secured it in as they climbed into bed. She shifts closer to him as she wakes, awareness creeping back into her senses, his hold on her tightening as she groans.

“Morning.” He says, his voice thick with exhaustion. Emily rolls away from him slightly, realising he was sitting up in bed, a case file in the hand that hadn’t been resting in her hair, lit by the dim light of the lamp on his nightstand.

“Morning.” She replies, sitting up to press to kiss him quickly. “Did you sleep at all?” She stamps another kiss to his lips, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek, eyebrows creased with concern.

“I’m fine.”

“Aaron.”

“I’m fine, Em.”

She considers arguing with him, words that tell him he definitely isn’t fine on the tip of her tongue. She decides against it, knowing now isn’t the time. That any attempt she makes to coax it out of him is best placed in their home, a safe place away from death and gore. All she could do for now was keep him going, keep him afloat until he could drown in her comfort and affection. She looks past him and sees the time on the clock on his nightstand.

4.30am

They still had a couple of hours until they had to wake up, as long as another body didn’t show up, an early start was agreed between all of them before they headed to bed the night before.

“We should rest a little longer.” She says, leaning closer to him to take the casefile out of his hand, closing it and moving it out of his grasp, placing it on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

“Sweetheart.” He sighs, tired eyes fixed on her in a way she assumes is meant to be intimidating.

“Please lay down with me,” She says, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek again. “I always sleep better that way.”

It’s playing dirty and they both know it. Emily stares him out and sees the moment he relents, a slight nod as he turns behind him to turn off the lamp on his nightstand. She pulls him to her as he lays down, his head coming to rest on her chest, one of her hands holding his and the other resting on his head, blunt fingernails scratching at his scalp. She links their fingers on their joint hands, the metal of his wedding ring against her skin familiar, making love unfurl in her chest like it had when she had slid it onto his finger just over a year ago.

“I really am fine, Em.” He says, turning his head to press a kiss against her collarbone. She shushes him in response and it makes him chuckle into her skin, kissing her again before resting his cheek against her pyjama shirt.

“Rest.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that.”

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He wasn’t fine. She could see it. Tension building in her husband to the point where she knew he was close to snapping. The case ended badly, the team minutes too late to save the last victim. A sandy haired little boy that looked a bit too familiar for any of the teams liking. They were all frustrated by it, sadness coming out in the form of anger. Derek’s fury coming out in half choked out words that they had made the wrong call.

She watches as it further solidifies the assumption Aaron had already made that it was his fault, that his decision had led to the death of a young boy who looked so similar to his own son. Emily glares at Derek as Aaron walks away without a word, tasking himself with informing the boy's parents.

She sits next to Aaron on the jet, her hand coming to rest on his thigh, gently squeezing the muscle to let him know she was there, just like she always was. She texts Jessica as they wait to take off. It was late, and would be well past Jack’s bedtime by the time they landed, they wouldn’t see him until the morning. She knows Aaron needs to know he’s ok, a reminder that his son was well.

His phone chimes not too long after she texts Jessica, and she watches as he opens it, a photo from his ex sister-in-law on the screen. Jack, smiling widely, sat at Jessica’s dining table working on a school project. The smile that flashes across Aaron’s face as he looks at it makes Emily relax a little. Aaron places his hand over hers on his leg, linking their fingers together.

“Thank you.” He says softly, not wanting to draw attention from the others, turning to look at her, affection for her clear in his eyes.

“For what?” She asks, smiling at him as she feigns innocence. Aaron leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“For being you.”

__________

By the time they get home, his favourite takeout in hand, the slight reprieve he had from the photo of Jack is gone. He’d spent the 5 hour journey doing paperwork, facts from the case taking over again, making him tense.

They sit at their dining table and eat in companionable silence. Sitting in seats next to each other as they steal from each other's plates, always getting extra of their favourites because they knew the other would want some.

Emily sends him to bed, promising she’d clean up and be with him soon. She puts their plates in the dishwasher and throws away the trash. She spots his briefcase over the back of the couch, rolling her eyes at his ability to just leave things anywhere at home when his office at the BAU was organised to the point of ridiculousness. Emily smiles to herself as she hides his briefcase, hoping if his insomnia continues he won’t find it, and that she won’t trundle down the stairs in the middle of the night, rubbing sleep from her eyes to find him working like she had done before.

When she gets upstairs he’s already in bed, facing away from her side, the covers pulled up to his bare chest. She quickly changes, throwing her clothes into the hamper in their ensuite. She does a short version of her nighttime routine, swiping her make up away quickly with a wipe.

She climbs into bed behind him, pressing herself up against his back. She curls around him, her face pressing into his neck as she throws an arm across his chest, a leg over his waist.

“You’re a terrible big spoon.” He says, his voice rough with exhaustion and sadness. His hand finding hers on his chest he lifts it to his lips, a soft kiss against her wedding rings. “More like a jet pack.”

“I’m not that much shorter than you.” She protests, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “You ok?”

“No.” He replies, his honesty brutal and naked now they were home, any attempt to cover how he felt left at their front door. This was the cornerstone of their relationship, honesty they could only give each other. Too much deception in their past to let it be a part of their future.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks, curling further into his back. She knows he could turn over if he wanted to, use his strength against her to dislodge her and pull her into his arms, find their usual sleeping position where she was enveloped in his embrace. But he wants this, to be surrounded by her, and she would hold him as long as he needed her too.

“No.” He pulls her closer. “Not yet.”

“Okay.” She replies, her hand stroking over his chest, fingers tracing over scars she couldn’t see but knew like she knew her own. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“I know.” He turns his head to look at her, and she raises herself up enough to kiss him, a brief thing full of love and everything she felt for him.

“I love you.” She says as she pulls away, laying back down behind him.

“I love you too.” His voice sounds thicker, the first sign that he was falling asleep, allowing himself some well needed rest now they were in the safety of their own bed.

“Try and get some sleep.” She soothingly runs her hand across his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her skin. “Things will feel better in the morning.”

“Things always feel better with you.” He murmurs, voice slurring as he falls asleep.

She hides a smile into his shoulder, the way he felt for her always laid bare when it was just them. It made her feel loved in a way she had always been so sure wasn’t real, reserved only for made for TV movies and romance novels she pretended she didn’t enjoy.

“Right back at you, Hotchner.”

#hotchniss #hotchniss fluff #aaron x emily #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #fluff #hurt comfort #they love each other #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss fic #Sad Aaron Hotchner #Protective Emily Prentiss #Idiots in love #also #I had my covid booster today #and I feel terrible #so fluff for you

[starter-library]

ORVILLE PECK'S SHOW PONY LYRIC STARTERS

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMES/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

Summertime

“Nothin' holds me down”

“Askin' where the time's gone, Dreamin' with the lights on”

“Tryna keep your eyes on something along the rise”

“You and I bide our time and I miss summertime”

“They punish those who love young”

“Something inside me dies”

“Keep on rockin', baby Keep on risin' on the tide”

“We'll be ridin' all night”

No Glory In The West

“Lived through London and drank through Memphis”

“The things you live by were once just a guess”

“There ain't no glory in the west”

“Hard to think on your feet”

“Tired of beggin' 'em just to compete”

“Shoot to win can feel so bittersweet, But you take what you can get”

“Nowhere left to go, Goin's all we know”

“What's a boy to do? Hit the road with a dollar or two?”

“There's still no rest”

“"Count your blessings," they'll say”

“After each midnight begins a new day”

“Don't place your bets on a word that they say, They'll put your life to rest”

Drive Me, Crazy

“No one on the highways tonight just you and me and the rigs we ride”

“The road doesn't matter, it's how you haul”

“You put up the cards just to watch 'em fall”

“You always said you'd drive me crazy”

“Said it was you and me 'til we died, so hands on the wheel and let's drive”

“Just look straight ahead if you like it slow”

“Take guesses on exits, one has to be right”

“Nothin' lasts forever, that's how it goes”

“Never thought I'd learn to love the snow”

“No time for the past if you're speedin' by me”

“Saw you pass me earlier in the double”

“Just thought maybe you saw me as well”

Kids

“Dare me on a dime to say that we had everything we need”

“You told me to shut my mouth and to my surprise neither one of us has died”

“Washed up, nowhere to go”

“Hate to say I told you so but I'm, I'm just a nervous guy”

“Target on our backs each day, tails turn, or so they say”

“Gettin' low on luck, it's time to fight”

“You call me up and tell me all your frights ‘cause neither one of us has died”

“I keep thinkin' we'll disappear, but years go by still, neither one of us has died”

Legends Never Die

“Been gone back from my old ways”

“Each song keeps me rolling along my way”

“A stampede couldn't break me in my stride and you wanna know why?”

“It gets lonesome on the lonesome trail so keep your head up high”

“Takin' orders never been my style”

“I've been rode hard and put up wet”

“Ain't nothing in this world that I can't get”

“Don't worry 'bout making sure they won't forget. No, it's fine 'cause legends never die”

“Won't stop 'cause I never lost a fight… Well, once or twice, haha”

“Another blow ain't gonna stop me, wait and see”

“You got nothing if you ain't got pride”

“We got one chance and legends never die”

“Baby, baby, you get one chance”

“Sometimes, you gotta break away from the pack”

Fancy

“I remember it all very well looking back”

“We didn't have money for food or rent to say the least, we was hard-pressed”

“Here's your one chance, [name], don't let me down”

“I could see the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak”

“Your Pa's run off and I'm real sick And the baby's gonna starve to death”

“To thine own self, be true”

“Just be nice to the gentlemen, [name]. They'll be nice to you”

“But if you want out, well, it's up to you and don't let me down now”

“The wheels of fate had started to turn and for me, there was no way out”

“I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow”

“I couldn't see spending the rest of my life with my head held down in shame”

“It wasn't long after, a benevolent man took me in off the street”

���I charmed a king, a congressman and the occasional aristocrat”

“Now in this life, there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites that call me bad”

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[carelessannie]

Tony takes three steps around the corner and stops short, standing up straight.

"Oh," he muttered after a moment, caught between wariness and delight. "Oh, Parker is not going to like that."

Swinging the halter and rope cheerfully, he continued towards the second field where Licurgo was, for lack of a better way to describe it, flirting.

Speak of the devil - the sense of being judged was almost tangible and Tony turned his head to see a pert little ass and an upturned nose marching parallel towards the fields with him, so intent on letting Tony know he didn't care for his presence that he hadn't yet noticed the way his precious little trust fund pony was all but wrapped around Tony's 'backwater hick horse.'

Tony leaned against the fence with a cheerful smirk and waited. Three... Two...

"What the fuck is your horse doing to Bal?!"

One.

"I believe its called bond-building grooming," Tony answered smugly, head cocking as he eyed the yard's star English pupil. Peter was staring with abject horror at where Balagur and Licurgo had their necks entwined, nibbling away at each other's fur in a friendly display.

Peter's cheeks had already obtained an affronted pink flush the shade of cotton candy. The stick up his ass seemed to grow in size, lending his spine a ramrod straight air.

"Look at them being B-F-F's," Tony cooed, shooting Peter a shit-eating grin.

"Shut up," Peter demanded crossly, arms folding and cheeks darkening. Over Peter's shoulder Tony could see Bucky heading straight for them, obviously anticipating that this would bubble over into another of their famous spats.

"It's not a big deal. I'll bet if we go back a few pages in their pedigrees they're even distant cousins."

"Oh please, you wish Licurgo had any of Bal's blood," Peter sniffed at him, shooting him a scowl. His cheeks were the color of roses now, dusky and hot. His brows had pinched down into what Tony liked to call his Regina George bitchface.

He pursed his lips.

"You know... Its not uncommon for bachelor stallions to form intimate bonds. Maybe they're lovers."

Bang went that pretty faced bomb.

Sheer outrage took over Peter's face and he squealed in fury, lunging for Tony. A set of strong arms wrapped around his waist and bodily hauled him off the floor like a scruffed kitten, the prissy little brat writhing and hissing in Bucky's arms.

"Whoa-hoah there, spitfire," Bucky laughed as he lifted Peter up, holding him against his chest and taking waddled steps backwards so Tony was out of range of those slender, deceptively powerful legs.

"I'm going to collect my homosexual stallion now. Toodle-pip," Tony announced cheerfully, slinging the rope over his shoulder and vaulting the fence as Peter yowled behind him.

(Find the first part here)

The worst part was— after Peter calmed down enough to finish training for the day, he could already notice a difference in Balagur’s attitude. His sweet, pure baby usually gets a second wind in the afternoon, eager to perform and even becoming more affectionate as the end of the day draws near.

But instead of excitable energy, Peter actually found himself correcting Bal twice when his posture slumped forward, deflating in a long sigh.

Once, he could understand. He pushes hard, and knows that even a stallion as fine as his Russian trotter will need a break from time to time.

Twice, and Peter was growing suspicious. He guided Bal through a series of exercises, and almost fainted to notice the horse practically dragging his feet around turns, the rhythm of his steps barely in cadence.

Balagur— Peter’s prized, award-winning and meticulously trained stallion— was throwing a temper tantrum.

Okay, Peter took a deep breath, forcing his aura to remain level-set and peaceful, he just needs some time.

Peter slowly approached where Bal was standing, making sure to remain in sight and keep his hands well within view. He wished he had a snack— it always helps to have a bribe on hand if needed.

“Shh,” Peter cooed, drawing a gloved hand up the side of Balagur’s neck, making sure to scratch behind his ears as well, “who’s my best boy, hm? Sweet, strong boy like you— what are you doing getting caught up on some second class set of hooves?”

He used both hands now to smooth out the brilliant white coat, making sure to stare deep into his horse’s eyes, “Listen to me— he’s nothing but trouble, understand? I don’t care how he sweet talks you, or how great he looks in that saddle, or how dark his hair is…”

Peter trailed off, absently thinking… not about Licurgo, but about the other stallion’s rider instead. He shook his head, focusing again, “Nevertheless! We have goals, yes? Two weeks to get down this routine, and then we’ll be draped in gold— how does that sound?”

He smiled down into Bal’s deep, dark eyes, admiring his boy’s beauty.

“I think it sounds good, sugar,” a voice called, startling Peter out of his daze. “Would love to see a pretty thing like you draped in gold, not that you don’t look stunning as is.”

Tony. The other man was settled against the fence, chewing on— is that really a piece of straw? Peter scoffed and gathered Bal’s reins, “Are you following me? Because I thought I made it perfectly clear—”

“Oh, no no no,” Tony grinned around the straw, tipping his head back to give Peter a salacious once over, “m’just here makin’ sure the goods are being taken care of.”

Peter is going to curse himself for asking, “And the goods are?”

Tony just smiled wider, looking between the two of them in some type of wild glee. Peter almost had to stop himself from smiling along. Almost.

“How’s ole’ Bal behavin’ today, sugar?” Tony asked instead, following them as they headed back to the stables, “I’ll tell ya— my boy was throwing a fit after you separated ‘em like that. Sure makes you think…”

Peter gripped the reins tighter, barely holding back his rage as he turned to give Tony an earful, but somehow the older man was already heading in the other direction.

“Pretentious cowboy,” Peter hissed, turning back to his horse, to his priorities.

He gave one last look over his shoulder, taking in the view of Tony’s firm, sculpted ass in his faded Levi’s.

No. Priorities.

#starker #riding au #carelessendgame #i blame jensen #second installment?? I guess #part two #ironspider #peter x tony #cowboy au #balagur the pining stallion #licurgo the poor fool #reins not reigns discourse #ask annie

[wordsnwhiskey]

As It Should Be Verse: Hold Onto The Sunset Drabble/Oneshot

A/N: This is my go at Writer Wednesday, hosted by the amazing @autumnleaves1991-blog . I've got this set in the future of the As It Should Be verse. I figured since Chapter 3: Statesmen & Demons left off on a bit of a sad note I'd give you guys some fluff to tide you over until Ch 4!

It's 03:30 here and this is unedited so I might come back and see if something is egregiously wrong but otherwise this is going to stand.

Warnings: None? Aside from a polyam MMF relationship that's all fluff (with PDA) here!

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales [AO3]

The sand was warm beneath your toes as you shifted in your decidedly uneven folding chair. A few crushed beer cans littered the table but you were all too enthralled in your game of Hold ‘Em to care. The smell of charcoal and grilled food floats teasingly in the air. Santiago had abandoned your game to go and start grilling otherwise we won’t eat until the sun’s long gone. Yeah, that was it. It had nothing to do with the fact that he had handedly lost his last hand and consequently the rest of his money, to Frankie.

It was Jack’s turn to deal and you watch his large hands palm and manipulate the well-worn deck. The whirring sound of the cards folding together followed by the sharp tap against the table as he shuffled was calming and sounded as natural as the ocean waves licking at the beach did. You paused a moment before looking at your cards to try to gauge everyone else's reactions only to find three pairs of brown eyes and one pair of green eyes staring back at you. Laughter rang out across the table, that’s just what happens when you play poker with Statesmen agents and Delta Force vets. Schooling your facial expressions, you peel back the corners of your cards to see your hand: a Jack and 10 of spades.

“Call.” Came Tequila’s cheery drawl.

“Fold.” Ginger sighed and tossed her cards back to the center of the glass table.

“I’m getting another beer from the cooler. Does anyone else want one?”

Her question was met with chorus of ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’. She smiled then rolled her eyes and went about collecting the cold, wet cans from the cooler.

“Call.” Continues Jack with his trademark smirk.

“Call.” Frankie’s voice is a bit rough from having just downed the remainder of his beer.

You called wordlessly, your chips following the others’ as they clinked on the glass table top, then Jack dealt the flop: 9 of hearts, 8 of spades and Ace of diamonds.

Jack’s gaze was on you, gauging your reaction and wondering if you had an Ace to match the one on the table. The betting went around, Jack raised, a classic aggressive opening move from him, but you were all somewhat surprised when Frankie re-raised him. All eyes narrowed at Frankie. The man had a scary good poker face, keeping the tension out of his jaw and meeting everyone’s gaze with those brown puppy eyes of his. It was how he had trounced Santi earlier.

Ginger came back with your beers and set them down on the table before taking back her seat, watching in amusement. You called and Jack dealt the turn card: a Queen of spades.

“You waitin’ on a Jack there darlin’?”

Jack challenged and raised, his voice was rough honey as he tried to get a rise out of you.

You let a laugh spill from your lips and your own mischievous smirk lights a spark in your eye.

“Oh no, I’ve already got a Jack and you’re more than enough. I don’t think I could handle another.”

Frankie’s neutral face breaks into a wide grin and Jack’s mind starts spinning, trying to assess all of the possible meanings behind what you just said. The three of you call and Jack throws down the river: a 7 of spades. What were the fucking odds?

Tequila frowned then checked, Jack raised, Frankie called and you re-raised. A collection of groans were uttered across the table but they all ponied up anyways.

“Straight Flush. Pay up boys!”

You don’t even bother to hide the smugness in your voice. Tequila huffed and cracked his beer open.

“Santiago! Is the food done yet? I thought you said we’d be eating before the sun went down?”

He was exaggerating of course, it wasn’t nearly that late and the summer sun was slow to set over the water. Tequila got up to go and lick his wounds with Santiago around the grill. You got up as well, walking around and pressing a kiss to Frankie’s lips before Jack unceremoniously tugged you into his lap for a kiss as well and smiled.

“C’mere, darlin’ I want one too.”

His smile is good natured, your boys were rarely ever jealous of each other. Something cold and wet makes you jump, your eyes darting to the offending object only to see Frankie’s wide grin and mischievous eyes as he holds your cold beer to your arm. You playfully smack Frankie’s arm then take your beer with a thank you. You’re pleasantly surprised when Frankie lifts your legs to rest in his lap, his fingers grazing over them as he sips his own beer.

Frankie deals the next hand and you can’t help but giggle at how ridiculous it is being in Jack’s lap and trying to keep your cards from each other. Ginger wipes the floor with all of you that hand.

Hooting and hollering, draws your group’s attention across the beach and you see Benny and Will ambling across the sand, each with a six pack in their hands. Benny practically tackles Santiago as he brings him in for a hug.

“Hey! Watch it Benny, I’m grilling here!”

Will shakes his head and pulls Santi in for a decidedly calmer hug and Benny is already waltzing over to the table where you, Frankie, Whiskey, Ginger and Tequila are. Frankie lets your feet down and stands to give Benny a hug.

“Fish! Good to see ya man!”

“Good to see you too, Benny.”

You’re out of Jack’s lap, to his slight dismay, and hugging Benny, it had been years since you had last seen the lovable younger Miller brother.

“Benny, this is Whiskey, Ginger and Tequila, we all work together.”

Benny didn’t even bat an eye and just greeted everyone with a large smile.

“Whiskey, Ginger and Tequila! Well, don’t you all sound like fun!”

Laughter rang out amongst everyone and Santiago called out that the food was done.

“Why don’t you stay here, honey. Benny and I will get plates for you and Whiskey.”

Frankie wasn’t really asking a question and it wasn’t much of a choice since you found yourself once again back in Jack’s lap, his mustache tickling your skin as his lips pressed to your cheek then temple.

Benny clapped Frankie on the back as they walked over to where Santiago had set out their food.

“So you and Hawk and… ?”

“Yeah, and Whiskey, the three of us, together.”

Benny eyed Frankie for a moment, more out of concern than any judgement.

“Well right on, Fish. It’s good to see you happy. About time with Hawk too, huh?”

Frankie fought and lost against his blush, playfully shoving Benny. They brought their plates back to where you and Whiskey were sitting. Frankie put Whiskey’s plate down, inched his chair closer then sat down. Benny handed you your plate with a flourish.

“Here you go, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and smiling at him even as Jack’s grip on your hip tightened slightly.

“Thanks, Benny.”

He left the three of you then and went to mingle with Ginger and Tequila.

The three of you ate in easy silence. Your feet were draped across Frankie’s lap, your back cradled by Jack’s arm and head resting on his shoulder. Frankie’s fingers alternated between tracing patterns over your skin and resting on Jack’s free hand.

Laughter played off of the sand and air around you, mixing with the sound of the waves. A light, content smile played across your lips as you watched your friends together. It was getting darker now and the sky was painted varying shades of pink, purple, and orange.

“Wow.”

The word slipped from your mouth in awe. Frankie and Jack hummed their agreement in unison and you swear sometimes they were on the same wavelength. You let out a long sigh then take a sip of your beer and settle in further against Jack.

“Whatcha thinking, honey?”

Frankie’s voice is just above a whisper, as if talking any louder would break the spell of perfection that had settled around your group and mother nature.

“I wish I could just hold onto this moment, hold onto this sunset. I’m with the loves of my life, for the first time my family is all together, they’re all having fun and I can’t think of a place I’d rather be than right here watching this sunset.”

Jack held you tighter and kissed your shoulder while Frankie brought your knuckles to his lips.

“We love you too, honey. Couldn’t imagine being anywhere else either.”

Frankie murmurs against your skin and you feel Jack’s hum through his chest. You take in the sight before you, memorizing it so you can paint the canvas in your mind and hold this moment with you, your own slice of heaven. Breathing in, you hold onto the remnants of charcoal from the grill and the salt from the ocean. You hold onto the feeling of the warmth radiating from the last rays of the fading light. It gives way to the heat emanating from Jack and Frankie, which envelops not just your body but your soul as well. You let out a sigh as Frankie leans in closer to you and Jack.

You were going to hold onto this sunset for the rest of your days.

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