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“...She must have figured out I’m dating her son!”

  “ oh, is that a challenge, ms. morse?” tilting his head to the side as he looked at her and tried his best to hold out on her for as long as he could. which was all of about five seconds. reaching out to gently grab a hold of her face and pull her in close. he didn’t say another word before he kissed her softly at first, the tips of his fingers playing with her hair. parting their kiss for half a second, going back to kiss her again. deeper this time. there was no mission he just got back from, no near death experience. he had no excuse for missing her other than just being away from her for half a day. no, he kissed her because he could. because he wanted to. even if he was playfully challenged.

@mockibird​ asked: ‘What do you–?’ - plssss

💀              They had been running for what seemed like days. Dodging attacks from the rear and just missing bullets passing from the front. Anthony wasn’t quite sure how it started but he knew that it wasn’t good but now as they lay low in an abandoned he realizes how long they’d been running. How many times they had been in this position. How he felt the desperate need to shield her constantly from those flying bullets and the punches thrown at her. How he felt about her. In attempt to catch the lost breath, the skull mask that once hid his features was removed from his head and thrown to the side. Throwing his head back, his eyes closed listening to the words that fell from her lips. Every time she spoke, he felt a flutter. It took everything in him to keep himself from falling for her. From telling her how he felt and how the feelings wouldn’t go away even during the moments of forgetting her. ‘Listen’ he heard her say, his head dropped to look at her. Colored eyes widened realizing how close she had been to him. He gave several nods and a slight smile in attempt to pay attention. ‘What do you--” she began before he quickly stopped her words by the press of his lips to hers. He couldn’t help it any more. He had to give into his desires that he had been holding back for days now. 

@mockibird​ asked: 👌👌👌👌😏😏😏

💀              “ All day if I could ”

➲ 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗  𝗔𝗡𝗗  𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘  ! 〢  @mockibird​ . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .

if  it  weren’t  for  the  HEAVY  SMELL  OF  SMOKE  blanketing  his  senses,    clint  could  almost  pretend  they  were  on  that  beach  in  sardinia        . . .        would  bobbi  even  still  remember  that  one  ?    spending  a  whole  day  lounging  in  the  heat  of  the  sun  with  nothing  but  the  sound  of  waves  to  keep  them  company.

there’s  no  sun  now,    and  the  heat  is  coming  from  the  flames  of  the  very  -  exploded  warehouse  those  pesky  drug  traffickers  were  using  to  manufacture  their  product,    but  if  he  really  tries,    really  focuses  on  just  the  familiar  weight  of  the  body  on  top  of  his,    clint  can  pretend  for  just  a  few  seconds.

and  that’s  all  he  gets,    really.    a  few  seconds  of  content  nostalgia  after  a  few  years  of  a  marriage  that  was  probably  DOOMED  FROM  THE  START.    her  head  on  his  chest  as  they  try  to  regroup  enough  to  move  again  after  an  eight  -  story  controlled  fall  that  came  on  the  tail  end  of  a  long  fight  with  a  SMALL  ARMY  of  goons.        all  too  soon,    her  head  lifts,    and  clint  has  to  come  back  to  the  present.    

the  present  smells  like  diesel  smoke  and  old  fish.           

➶     —     @mockibird​   ;   i’m going to stop you before you accidentally say I’m not sexy.

❛   you  want  me  to  say  this  beat  to  shit  look  really  gets  me  going  ?   ❜  he’s  not  a  good  liar,  and  if  anything  her  current  state  makes  him  feel  a  little  nauseous.  not  in  a  the  pizza  at  the  back  of  a  fridge  was  a  few  days  over  it’s  still  good  limit  when  he  scarfed  it  down,  but  in  the  all  too  familiar  way  of  seeing  someone  he  loves  in  pain.  knowing  he  couldn’t  stop  it,  the  looming  knowledge  that  it  never  stops  in  the  life  they’ve  chosen  jabbing  in  his  ribs.  

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