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holy-puckslibrary · 3 months

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━ 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.

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pairing(s) — bull-rider!MATTHEW TKACHUK x barrel racer!hughes!reader (can be read as an unnamed oc) wc — 1.8k synopsis — wear the hat, ride the cowboy—even if it might get you disowned.

note — there's one line referring to the reader as jack's twin, but no physical description is given. also, this one-shot is a "party favor" from our feb slumber party

specific content warnings under the cut.

cw — quinn being a dramatic, misogynistic douche-canoe 3000 for the entirety (ratty matty has his moments, too), no actual smut but it's heavily implied they do the dirty on the reg, a disgustingly intimate situationship — ick, off-color comment(s) relating to first times and the concept of virginity, lots and lots of familial angst (jack is a snake), oh! and more than a few loose ends... but you know the drill by now, i'm incapable of keeping a story contained

“Go on, Palomino Princess. Ride me like one of your ponies.”

Condescension drips from the lazy taunt. Matthew earns a palm to the chest for it; her ire lands with a faint thud, but he doesn’t mind. He gets off on riling her up, and after two years of backseat meetings and hushed phone calls, he’s damn good at it too. That, and she might be the most reactive person he’s ever met—and that’s saying something.

Matthew’s been going head-to-head with all three of her brothers for over a decade, and he’s known their family for even longer. Having a short fuse must be genetic.

“Y’won’t break me if that’s the hold-up. S’gonna take a hell of a lot more than a dry humpin’ buckle bunny to put me outta commission, sweetheart.”

He knows damn well she ain’t anywhere close to the derogatory term, but he likes what the complete disregard for her accomplishments does to her deceptively cherubic face.

It may look less harrowing than every other event on the card, but barrel racing ain’t for the faint-hearted. The event is a death wish personified, and it feels about as good as someone taking a metal pipe to both shins. It takes balls—metaphorically, in her case—to charge into an arena on an American Quarter horse with the intention of guiding it through a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels while sprinting at top speed, but it takes dedication and skill to succeed the way she has. The winner is determined by just thousandths of a second.

The woman perched on his tailgate is unmatched—undefeated.

Flames of pride lap at his loins, the fire of desire stoked by the wicked roll of her hips.

“Ohh—shit!” Matthew hisses, his head lolling back as his hips buck into her heat.

She smirks, apparently vindictive as ever. “How’s that, cowboy? Everything you dreamed?”

“And more,” he growls as he grabs a fistful of her backside.

His grip is tighter than it needs to be as he switches positions. Not nearly as rough as she would prefer it; beggars can’t be choosers.

Matthew steps between her knees, and, despite herself, she shivers with anticipation. Chuckling, amusement twinkles in his baby blues. “Now give me a kiss, sweetheart. My lips are feelin’ a little lonely tonight, and you happen to be wearin’ my hat, Little Miss.”

He flicks the brim of his hat. She catches it before it hits the ground before plopping it back on the rightful owner, the damage already done.

“You just love that antiquated rule,” she shakes her head while most definitely laughing at his expense. “Y’wouldn’t see any action without it, now would you?”

Matthew grins. Trading insults is his favorite form of foreplay. “Neither would you. Isn’t that your signature move, outlaw?”

“I should kick you to the back of the line with that attitude. Hell, I’d probably be better off keeping you at a distance anyway.”

“Keep mouthin’ off and see how far it gets ya. Definitely nowhere near that McMansion castle you call home, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout me, sugar. I’ve got plenty of options if I need a ride home.”

“I’ll bet, show pony. Sexiest can chaser east of the Mississippi; who wouldn’t be chomping at the bit to carry Cinderella home to her Daddy?”

Men have a habit of gawking at her; Matthew has a habit of relieving them of their teeth.

He leans in to taunt her ear with greedy lips and barbed arrogance. “Best of luck finding one that’ll fuck you better than me.”

“Do you think about other guys fucking me often?” she fires without missing a beat.

More than he would like, actually.

With a heavy, drawn-out sigh, he runs a hand over his face. His patience is running thin, and his jeans are starting to chafe. Exasperated, he tries coaxing her to reason, “Sweetheart, c’mon. We both know you want this—want me. Stop makin’ this so damn hard.”

“Why? Because you already are?”

Matthew makes an exaggerated show of play-biting her scrunched-up nose.

“Woman, you drive me insane.”

“It’s why you’re so obses—“

Her teasing is thwarted by the sound of her own name. Spat out of her older brother’s mouth like a heirloom gone sour, it's no great surprise Quinn looks at her like he can’t recognize her. Like a stranger—like a traitor.

Guilt, thin and fleeting, pieces the tenderness between her ribs.

She squirms, attempting to put some distance between them as if that could erase the discovery—and her culpability—from his mind. Matthew and his shit-eating grin keep her from getting too far but don’t be fooled. This is no chivalrous encouragement to stand her ground. It’s got nothing to do with her and everything to do with her brother.

Quinn rages outside the hauler housing Matthew’s precious 3500 Laramie. Walking by, seeing the main trailer hitched Brady’s F-350 made his stomach churn. It didn’t sit right, and now he knew why.

“You can’t be serious! Nuh-uh, no—no fucking way. Get out here before I drag you out myself.”

At his tone, what little remorse she felt dissipates. They were both far too old for his tired, overbearing song-and-dance.

“Who died and made you king?”

Quinn, blinded by overripe anger, sweeps over the irritation, twisting her tongue and the disbelief arching her brow. “I thought I made myself clear last time. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Oh, crystal, Quinny.” Matthew snorts at the juvenile nickname but is swiftly cajoled into silence with a pinch to the side. “Message received.”

“Then quit screwin’ around and get your ass back to the truck before Dad blows a gasket. He’s been lookin’ all over for you. So, you best be thanking your lucky stars I got here first. That its me catchin’ you red-handed colluding with the enemy.”

He’s so serious, nearly shaking with rage, it’s difficult not to laugh. She can count on one hand the instances wherein her brother became visibly angry—all of them involving the man standing between her dangling feet. She fares better than him, but that’s to be expected. Unlike her accomplice, for her, there’s real risk involved.

“Just ‘cause I heard you don’t mean I have to listen.”

Lips pressed to her temple, Matthew clicks his tongue in approval. ‘Bout damn time she started giving back what Quinn so readily dishes out.

“Look, y’can spread your legs for anyone with big dreams and a buckle some other night. Parade around the circuit acting like a slut, see if I give a shit. But not tonight. And not with him.”

The knowing glint in Quinn’s blackened eyes is telling, but it isn’t as menacing as he thinks it is. The Hughes heir apparent couldn’t be judge, jury, and executioner. He doesn’t have a lick of proof. Just suspicion and a personal vendetta the size of Texas.

A safety net swaying below, Matthew decides to have a little fun. “Whoa, settle down, Trust Fund. Y’can’t talk to a lady like that, ‘specially not your sister.”

He’s no white knight, but he can pretend.

And isn’t that what you’re all doing? Pretending to be people you aren’t. Acting out your roles, putting on a show. After all, a performance will always be more entertaining than the truth.

“—and here I thought etiquette classes were a Rodeo Royalty rite of passage. Glad t’know she ain’t the only roughneck hellion in your family tree, Huggy.”

Quinn’s jaw tightens. His tongue threatens to put a hole through his cheek. Hands on his hips, the eldest sibling only nods. He ignores Matthew entirely.

“Real winner y’got there. A class act. You really know how to pick ‘em—cream of the goddamn crop. Say, what’re you gonna do when he inevitably gets bored of you? When he gets his hands on a fresh doe-eyed virgin to tarnish?”

After she finishes with Matthew, she’s kicking Jack’s sorry ass.

Those anxieties—and that majorly personal tidbit of information—were shared in confidence. Because unlike her older brother, she trusted her twin. Well, she used to, at least. Luke’ll be over the moon at the chance to be her favorite.

She bares her teeth like a scorned lapdog. “We’re not kids anymore, Q. You can’t push me around whenever you want or tell me what to do like you’re my father. And you sure as shit can’t bully me into submission, either. Give it up, or get lost.”

“Whatever,” Quinn barks as he backs away from the trailer. “Your fuckin’ funeral.”

Listening to the fading sound of her brother’s Ariats pounding through the dirt, she buries her face in the warm, familiar crook of Matthew’s neck; she needs a moment alone. He seems to understand this, his mouth zipped shut as he runs calloused hands up and down her sides. She’s breathing heavily, but he does her the simple mercy of leaving it be.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was growing on you,” Matthew hums, a low-maintenance attempt to lighten the mood.

They don’t do the touchy-feely BS. It’s one of the things that reeled him in—and kept him coming back.

“But you do.” She pulls away to look up at him, chin resting on his sternum. He hates that her melancholic eyes are red-rimmed. “—and stop thinking, it doesn’t suit you.”

“And what does, princess? I’m dyin’ for your insight.”

“Shut the door and I’ll show you.”

He blinks, taken aback. Who is this brazen tart, and when did she take your place? Matthew wonders to himself. Maybe he is the bad influence everyone paints him as… He hasn’t really thought about it until now, and it's troubling the way it makes his chest tighten.

Matthew clears his throat—and, from his mind, the distressing notion that he’s ruined someone good with his carelessness—as he leans over.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He pulls the hauler’s heavy metal door shut with clamorous finality.

Matthew Tkachuk might be the most self-serving swindler on dirt, but Quinn Hughes is just another name on his list. A box to tick and then forget. He wouldn’t lose sleep, it wasn’t like their friendship meant a damn thing. Not anymore. A friend turned foe, reduced to another obstacle in his way, a hurdle to jump.

Tonight, his sister’s fealty; tomorrow, his title.

Retribution is at his fingertips, so close he can taste it. Yet, it would seem that Matthew merely traded one hornet’s nest for another.

At least this one’s easy on the eyes.

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wanderinguteruspress-blog · 3 months

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Somebody say Draxum as the bull? @hydrateme

I’m pretty pleased with how much they look like they hate each other

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt lou jitsu #baron draxum #i ship it #rottmnt #rodeo au #rise rodeo au #Draxum and splinter #enimes to lovers #rotmnt #lou jitsu #rise splinter is such a cunty bitch #rise splinter #rise hamato yoshi

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thewolvesof1998 · 6 months

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @hippolotamus and @daffi-990

Still toiling away for NaNoWriMo and I've been working some more on Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em chapter three (previous snippet and Masterlist):

“I did, didn’t I? Well, I can’t do that if you’re clothes are on,” Eddie says withdrawing his hand from Buck’s underwear. Buck whimpers at the loss of contact before Eddie’s words register, as soon as they do Buck sits up and rips off his shirt. He moves on to his underwear but instead of standing up to take it off, like a sane person, Buck lies down and lifts his hips in the air and pulls them halfway down his thighs. Eddie watches, captivated, as Buck desperately tries to pull them off but they get stuck on one of his ankles. Finally, after a lot of swearing Buck manages to get them off, he throws them on the floor and lies back slightly panting, cheeks pink and avoiding meeting Eddie’s eyes. “I don’t suppose you can forget you just saw that?” Buck asks Eddie snorts, “I think that will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.” Buck throws his arm over his face, “Oh good, great.” “Buck,” Eddie places his hand on Buck’s arm. “Just let me die of embarrassment.” “Buck,” He tries to tug Buck’s arm away from his face but it’s like trying to bend metal, goddamn he like how strong Buck is a little too much, “Darlin’,” but even the nickname doesn’t work. Eddie sighs, “Baby please, I need you to look at me.” He gets a muffled ‘why’ From Buck, “Because you need to see the truth on my face when I say that you being so desperate for me that you couldn’t even wait to stand to get naked is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” “Say it again?” Buck asks, his arm finally lowering. “What? You’re so desperate for me?” Buck shivers “Yes-” shakes his head “-No, the other thing.” Eddie feels a smile tug at his lips, “Baby?” Buck practically melts at the term, “You like when I call you baby?” Buck gives a small nod. Eddie leans over and presses an open mouth kiss to Buck’s pulse point, “Such a desperate baby, huh?”

tagging: @wikiangela @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33 @bekkachaos @buddierights @forthewolves @911-on-abc @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @spagheddiediaz @your-catfish-friend @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherbuckley @hoodie-buck @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg @pirrusstuff @evanbegins @giddyupbuck @sammy-souffle @smilingbuckley (let me know if you want to be taken off or add to this tag list!)

#9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #thewolvesof1998 writes #fic: alright cowboy go get em #cowboy buck #rodeo au

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gracegrove · 9 months

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May I humbly suggest to the masses:

Bull rider Billy

Bronco buster/Cutter Steve

And as a side quest:

Rodeo clown Eddie

If I had the time I would call it Rawhide.

#harringrove #billy x steve #metalsandwich au #billy x steve x eddie #rodeo au

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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 2 months

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Buck x Bucky Rodeo!AU - Moodboard

this is in reference to this idea and this

I'll be making more of these, I need to keep my inspiration going!

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unhonest-iago · 7 months

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Rodeo! Sapnap Headcanons

Sapnap was known for his accolades within the rodeo world, winning multiple championships 2-3 years in a row

He loved when he spotted you in the crowds beforehand, considering you his lucky charm

Claims it’s the lord’s angels smiling down on him, laughing whenever you call it bullshit

Putting his boots within the stirrups, pulling the reins taught

White button down shirt, brown leather vest, and a cowboy hat

Belt buckle polished to perfection

Thick thighs squeezed against a bull’s hide, having to hold out for the most dangerous eight seconds in sports

Whenever he wins, he treats you to a somewhat fancy steak dinner telling you to get anything you want, it’s on him

He enters more calf roping events than bull riding ones to calm your worries

That said, he has gotten into physical fights w/ Punz, but he’d never tell you the reason. He’d come home w/ a split lip & a bad shiner.

Walking past you, grabbing a bag of frozen peas, not interrupting you when you scold him for it. Just the ‘yes ma’am/sir’ or if you don’t go by either, ‘yessum’. Kissing your knuckles as an apology & to show he was listening.

In his spare time, he’ll take you horseback riding, sharing a saddle

You’re sitting in front while he’s behind you, taking control over the reins

Leads you both up a hill, picnic already sat up. Telling you to go take a seat while he deals with the horse.

With his competitive nature ends with him challenging you, saying he can catch more grapes in his mouth

‘Oh it’s on Donkey Kong’

#iago writes #sapnap x reader #dsmp sapnap #sapnap #mcyt sapnap #rodeo au #2nd person pov #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader

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yorshie · 8 months

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RODEO AU FOR RED DEAD WHAT????

I swear to god I am gonna write this one day

Dutch- the announcer. Duh.

Hosea- the announcer in the ring. If you don’t understand they talk back and forth to each other and tell jokes and there’s usually a clown as well that gets in on the funnies

Arthur - tie down roper, team roping with Charles and Lenny, acts as a header for the bull doggers occasionally

John - bare back bronc, saddle bronc

Bill - bull dogger

Javier - saddle bronc

Charles - bull dogger, team ropes with Arthur

Sean - bull rider, saddle bronc

Lenny - tie down roper, team roping with Arthur

Karen - break away roping

Tilly - barrel racer

Mary-Beth - trick pony

Sadie - mounted shooting, barrel racer

Jack - mutton busting

Uncle - the clown

#rdr2 #red dead redemption fandom #rodeo au #Arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #john marston #charles smith rdr2 #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean mcguire #lenny summers #karen jones #tilly jackson #mary beth gaskill #sadie adler #uncle red dead #jack marston

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velocitytimes2 · 9 months

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Team ropers Eddie and Billy. Friends since high school rodeo finals, decide to pool their meager scholarship money and some winnings from a few jackpots to buy a decent truck and a nicer trailer and live together traveling, competing, roping, selling horses.

They’re a good team. They feed off one another and have a few good horses between them and miles of road and ranches owned by kind ranchers who let the boys horses have room in their fields and barns for the night.

When the money is good, they’re golden.

When Billy slips a heel or the steer breaks faster than Eddie expects, they make sure the animals eat (Eddie’d found a Rottweiler abandoned behind an arena in Las Vegas, a wad of cash in his pocket from the biggest win they’d had in weeks and a heart of gold, and Delilah joined the group six weeks into their lives as room(trailer)mates.) before feeding themselves.

Eddie had tried a horse treat once, stating it couldn’t be that bad and he was starving.

It had, in fact, been that bad.

Billy had laughed at him the entire night.

Somewhere between month four and six and Oklahoma and Kansas, they’d been huddled under the one warm blanket and had figured it out between chattering teeth and cold fingertips. Montana that spring and they had a streak of hot luck, an easy ten grand from the last two weeks, and, a label.

One that their few, trusted friends, knew. Ones who’d seen them and seen it before they had.

Boyfriends.

By Christmas the next year, Max tells Billy his husband is on the phone when Eddie calls his house over the holiday and, well. Okay. Yeah.

They’re husbands.

They settle down in their twenties, build a barn on a plot of land, and yeah, their neighbors know. They see Eddie kiss Billy’s cheek, or them staring across a field and smiling. No one really cares, because they mow their fence-lines and Eddie lets all the kids on the street come help him bottle feed the baby goats while he and Billy go off to rope for some additional income.

Just husbands who ranch and train a few horses and its a lovely thought.

#billy hargrove #eddie munson #mungrove #stranger things #stranger things s4 #Eddie heads and billy heels if anyone cares #rodeo au #mungrove ficlet #mungrove fic

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thecoziestbean · 3 months

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💕Happy Valentine’s Day!💘

sharp as a razor, sweet as honeysuckle

ch. 1: the first taste is free

haladriel rodeo au | E | 1.2k | 1/5

Read on ao3

They’ve been doing this two-step longer than she can remember. Galadriel swings by the bar whenever she’s in town, every few months or so. She’s not exactly sure she’d call him a friend, even though she’s known him half her life. They’re friendly certainly. Flirtatious often times. But Hal’s never taken the bait.

Or: The fic where Galadriel's a professional barrel racer on the rodeo circuit, Hal's a washed up bull rider running a honky tonk, and they're both idiots in love. 🤠

#sharp as a razor sweet as honeysuckle #rodeo au #haladriel #saurondriel #otp: bind yourself to me #galadriel x halbrand #galadriel x sauron #haladriel fanfic #trop fanfiction #cozy writes

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foxieflower · 2 years

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Per suggestion the Calling All Whistleblowers discord server.

Bull Rider!Eddie and PickUp Rider!Waylon.

Eddie is a cocky bastard that got himself in a little too much trouble once with a pull and immediately swooned for the man on the horse that pulled him to safety with one quick grab.

#eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower #outlast #waylon park #my art #weddie #rodeo au #bull rider eddie #pick up man waylon

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hekateinhell · 1 year

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COUNTRY AU ROADS TAKE ME HOME 🥹 been waiting for this for a while ngl. Armand, riding his horse wildly around Lestat’s father’s ranch to get a rise out of him (Armand’s lowkey the better rider, a diamond in the raw if you will, but Lestat has won championships and stuff and he has a reputation to keep), and Lestat’s competitive streak strikes and they race each other until one of them falls and the other one goes to help but it turns into a wrestling match and they start rolling around the dirt and then boom impromptu blowjob in the bushes (it’s still DA lmfao who tf else ♥️).

Ugh, that's so good — dirty, sweaty, frustrated blowjobs in the semi-public bushes where the risk is great but the need is even greater 🥹 I can't wait to have some free time in a couple weeks and maybe bang out a one-shot in an ADD stupor (it's how I write everything).

I pestered @apoptoses all day because 1) I am an absolute pest; 2) if I trust her input with two things in life it's L/A and horses and also my life; 3) I'm avoiding my responsibilities; 4) it's part of my everyday routine at this point and I'm a creature of habit. We came up with a bunch of headcanons for this AU that I'll compile and post for you and approximately three other people today or tomorrow lmao I already love this one so much I'm going to be so obnoxious about it 💖

#i have so much fun with this ship because it literally works with *every single trope*#thank you for indulging all my whims <3 #dungeon anon #fr who else LMAO 💀🥰#rodeo au #i think it's a rodeo thing now that's where we landed #you ask and hekate answers

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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 2 months

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RODEO AU HELLOOOO OMG UR MIND i’m obsessed 🫶🔥😭💖💖 of COURSE bucky would be a bull rider omg

Haha thankyou so much, I haven't had any inspiration for any writing or fanfic for years now so I'm SO out of practice, but when I saw that picture of the cowboys in chaps my brain absolutely exploded with inspo 😂💖

Bucky would SO be the hotshot bullrider, flirting with Gale behind the scenes and being playful and cocky while Gale would be absolutely at WAR with himself because he doesn't wanna fall under this overly ego driven cowboy's spell. The little subtle digs at him and his sport (all in complete playfulness of course) and the WINKS. They stir something in him that he's never felt before and it just makes him more determined to keep indifferent to Bucky and not let him wriggle his way past his walls. It's a complete love-hate situation.

But of course at some point, one of them ends up getting BADLY injured, whether it's Gale accidentally coming off his horse or his horse trips mid-run and sends them both careening into the sand in a heap and Bucky absolutely LOSES his mind because he saw it all from the rails and he vaults himself into that arena. Or Bucky ends up taking on a bull that is known for DECIMATING the riders that it's been paired with and Bucky is no exception, he gets thrown BAD and maybe accidentally trodden on in the chaos by this massive animal and Gale freaks out because Bucky is still laying in the sand NOT MOVING. Queue either one waking up in the hospital and the other has not left the bedside the entire time because the fear and stress was overwhelming.

Ugh, im getting SO many ideas now 😂😂😭