#halfrust

she just wanted a snack. one snack. the sweet and sour pack in her hand crinkle as some douche walk up infront of her as if there isn't a very clear line. and yes, she would like there to not be a line too. she'd love to get out of the crappy lights and funky smell of the store, but here they all are. " hey, there's a line, " it's barked out, looking up at the guy when he turn around, clearly talking on the phone with someone. and she is quick to turn a deaf ear to whatever i'm in a rush explanation. it just show a poor skill of planning. it's almost sweet, the smile tugging at the corner of lips before turning to ivar, holding out the phone, keys and sweet and sour patches. " hold this for me ? "

 ❛❛ DON'T think i'm done with you yet, rhett eaton, ❜❜ the femme commented, fastening the lid back on the medicine bottle once he'd finished with it. stern expression and tone were present so he'd know she meant business. ❛❛ shirt off then pain cream. now. ❜❜

“I dunno what the hell made you come here, but you better get your ass on that bike and head home. You got mom worried sick,” Abel reprimands, standing to his feet as his brother arrives. The older brother has been waiting hours for the younger to return to his resting place; it took him even longer to figure out where he’s staying in Charming. “You hear me, Tommy?”

there's dirt, grime and sweat sticking to her like a second layer of skin, hair had been in a braid when leaving his apartment, but strands sticking out and fallen around her face by now. and both looking a little worse for wear. always loved blowing things up, watch the flames devour. somewhat specialized in it. and while ivar didn't share the same facination, he still came with her tonight. with her own family, she never felt like she had a choice in what to do, didn't find the joy in any of it. it was either doing as told, or get some form of a punishment. here, it was a little different, even if she just had ivar among them. can't say she mind too much, he's the only one that really matters anyways. kick shoes off when they get to his car, hating the feeling of water slouching around and soaking through socks : picking them up by the back and continue towards the passenger side. at least until being pulled bavk around by her wrist, colliding against him. head tips back to look up at him and there's a small smile quirking at lips. " mmm, " made it pretty clear as time passed, several times actually. not even just with his words, but the fact she's still here. with him after everything that's happened between their families. after what she did yo him, octavia. his family in general. " yeah, i've had some sort of inkling. "

lifting her ornament out of its box, mari takes a moment to admire the decoration. " this one's my favorite. " she shares, showing it to kayce. her mama had sent it up from texas when mariana told her that they'd be decorating soon. a pleasant surprise. " my parents got it for my first christmas. "

but his heart has always been soft, like your mama his father used to say, and it bleeds in the dead of the night. bleeds for helena that he might have loved, bleeds for this kid that got shot in the head, bleeds for all those people he saw die OVER AND OVER AGAIN. her fingers are warm, anchors for his body, for his soul that wishes to be numb. she tries to make him look at her, eyes close, a tear escaping, the words too pathetic to utter. you're going to leave me, i'm not strong enough and you're going to leave me. jaw clenches before he lets his cheek rest against the back of her hand, ' i'm so fucking sorry, cariño. ' please don't leave. he's so scared, it grips his heart and it feels like he won't breathe serenely ever again.

MOUTH hung agape for a moment, simply admiring the sight before him. the jansen barn wasn't the most romantic of scenery but it appeared that emma didn't care, if it wasn't obvious by the words she'd just uttered at him.  ❛❛ emma . . . ❜❜ tone low and lust-filled, he spoke her name as an almost warning in case she wanted to change her mind. she knew exactly what she was doing in that moment and hell if nash didn't love it. dick twitched as he took in the lingerie on display, tongue moving to wet his dry lips and he slowly pulled off his hat. he'd tried to ignore the fire between them but there was no helping it now; he wanted her and she clearly wanted him too. a few long strides and he was directly in front of her, breath now ghosting over her skin.  ❛❛ you're so fucking beautiful . . . ❜❜ large palms seized her hips and pulled her flush against him, conversation fading as his lips met hers in a hungry kiss.

❛❛ ARE you fucking kidding me ?! ❜❜ face was twisted with annoyance and slight rage as the blonde approached her ex-boyfriend, not caring about their surroundings. ❛❛ you send your goons after every guy who comes within ten feet of me ? ❜❜ arms crossed over her chest. ❛❛ no wonder i can't get laid lately, let alone get a simple dinner date. ❜❜