A/N: Just a lil Valentine’s themed drabble based on a prompt from this list!
Pairing: Javier Escuella x Reader
Word Count: 576
Summary: You enjoy breakfast with Javier on your first Valentine’s Day together.
"...You’re staring, Javi. What is it? Do I have syrup on my chin? Something in the corner of my mouth?”
Mouth half full, you giggle and wipe at your mouth with the sleeves of your boyfriend’s sweater, which he’d kindly lent to you last night, raising a brow at Javier from where he sits across the table from you. Realising he’s finally been caught by you, he chuckles and shakes his head while he finishes chewing his own mouthful of pancakes.
“Was I? I didn’t even realise, baby.” he hums, still grinning like a fool, “There’s nothing on your chin, don’t worry about it. I was just in a world of my own. Thinking about plans for us for today, y’know? First Valentine’s Day together and all.”
It’s not a total lie. But all the same, Javier tries downplaying it the best he can, hoping that you’ll buy into his little excuse so he can at least attempt to avoid getting so sappy on you first thing in the morning, but you know your boyfriend well enough at this point to know that he isn’t painting you the full picture.
In truth, he’s in total awe. Still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s sitting here with you right now when only a few months prior, he was admiring you from afar and pondering whether he should even take the leap and approach you to introduce himself.
“No, no. That’s not all it is. C’mon, what’s on your mind?”
You press him further, bumping your foot against his under the table and shooting him a look that tells him you’re completely unconvinced. His eyes meet yours, and after holding your unwavering stare for a solid moment, Javier finally concedes with a soft sigh and gives you a gentle smile.
“I just…feel lucky, y’know? So happy, too. It’s crazy to really think about how well things turned out for us,” he’s beaming now, and he reaches for your hand across the table, giving it a squeeze, “Like…I can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name. And now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater on Valentine’s Day.”
You feel yourself melt at his confession, and what started off as a small smile uncontrollably grows into one that shines a mile wide. Upon brief reflection in the moment, you, too, are pleasantly surprised by how things have worked out for yourself and Javier so far.
Javier is right, too. If someone had told you a few months ago that you’d be staying over at your boyfriend’s place the night before Valentine’s Day, having a film marathon with him while cuddling him on the sofa in a sweater borrowed from him, you most likely would have laughed at them.
Honestly? You know it’s still pretty early days, but you’re almost certain you’re starting to truly fall in love with him. But you refrain from telling him that. At least for now, anyway.
“Crazy how the world works, right?” you beam, rising up from your chair to lean across the table and plant a chaste peck on his lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Javi. I’m sure you already know, but I’m so happy with us right now.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, baby,” Javier mumbles against your lips before he pulls you in for another, more tender kiss this time around, “The first of very many for us, I’m sure.”
A/N: First piece in a veeeery long time, slightly nervous!!
Pairing: Charles Smith x Reader
Word Count: 1,034
Summary: You’re sick and frustrated with being on bed rest, so Charles comes in to comfort you.
“Ugh, dammit!”
With a sniffle, you grumble to yourself while you attempt to sit upright in your bed. Bed rest wasn’t your first choice, but ever since you’ve taken ill, Charles has insisted that you stay in bed and take the time to recuperate, as opposed to attempting to go about your days as though you haven’t been coughing and sneezing your guts up for the past few days.
You can’t fault Charles - he’s not complained about doting on you and being at your beck and call. Not even once. Any and every little thing you’ve needed, he’s done for you without as much as a huff or a mutter under his breath. He’s not been overbearing about it in the slightest, either. He’s let you at least try doing things for yourself, as long as you continue to take it easy.
“Hon? You okay in there? Need any help?”
Charles calls out softly, overhearing your struggle on his venture to your room. He pokes his head around the bedroom door that’s cracked ajar, one hand resting against the oak, the other holding a fresh, hot cup of tea for you. When you don’t reply, he nudges the door open with his foot and takes a step inside.
You look downright exhausted and fed up as you lay there, but you’re still unable to fight the soft smile you offer Charles as he strolls his way over to the foot of your bed. You briefly brush stray strands of your hair back with a hand before carding your fingers through the rest of it, and Charles sets your cup down on the bedside table before he perches himself next to you on the empty side of the bed, gently reaching out to take your hand and bringing it to his lips to plant a few tender pecks on your knuckles.
“Hey, don’t struggle by yourself. You need anything, anything at all, you call for me. Okay?” he tells you, maintaining eye contact until you give him an affirming nod, “But other than that, you actually get some sleep this time? Feeling at least a little better at all?”
“More than the night before last, I think. Little less in and out of it, but…more than anything, I’m just getting frustrated. I’m getting so sick of being stuck in bed by myself. It’s so lonely. I wanna be outside, actually doing something productive,” you gesture towards the open window to your left, “It’s driving me crazy, Charles. I’m tired of this damn flu already.”
“I know, I know.” he softly shushes you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, “But you need to take it easy, rest up. Try rushing it, you’re gonna make yourself even worse.”
Slumping back against your pillow, you sigh. Charles is right. You know he is, but you can’t help feeling helpless, lonely, and slightly stir crazy from your time on bed rest. He’s been amazing in caring for you, you can’t fault that even if you tried to, but you’d give anything to be helping out with the animals or even helping in general on the homestead with him as opposed to being cooped up in bed for days on end.
The wistful look on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by Charles, either. He reaches over to the bedside table, hands you your cup of tea, and he waits for you to finish taking a sip before he takes the cup away from you once more to set it down on the nightstand, and he hums while he cracks a smile at you.
“Tell you what,” he begins, regaining your full attention, “I’ve done a lot on the land so far already, so…would it make you feel any better if I lay here with you for a while? Sadly, I can’t take the flu away, but I can help cure the loneliness.”
“But won’t you get sick, too? You’ve risked it enough just by kissing me and all.”
You furrow your brow in concern, but Charles is quick enough to shake his head and wave a hand in dismissal. Instead, he kicks off his boots before peeling back the covers and sliding into the bed next to you, aiding you in getting yourself comfortable once more before he slouches down and does the same.
“Nah, I’m not worried about that.”
Charles smiles and angles himself towards you, opening his arms to invite you in. You’re still hesitant, the thought of potentially getting him sick is still fresh in your mind, but you don’t have the heart to turn him down. Scooting closer to him, you’re soon enveloped in his warm embrace, curling your own arms around him while you lay your head flat against his chest with a sigh of pure contentment.
“You’re allowed to blame me if you do get sick, y’know. I warned you.”
You hum, eyes fluttering shut once Charles begins to play with your hair, absentmindedly yet tenderly twisting and curling stray locks around his fingers. A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest at this, the sound and feel of it against you prompting warmth to bloom in your chest.
“I’m not blaming you for anything.” he tells you, and he plants a kiss atop your head, “But even if I do get sick, make it up to me by getting some rest right now. Think you can do that?”
“I can try to,” with a hum, you nod your head yes at him, “You still gonna be here when I wake up?”
You ask, and you allow yourself to fully settle down against him, nestling under the covers while Charles continues to toy with your hair with one hand and traces soft, haphazard patterns across random sections of your back with the other. He stops only to fully pull the covers over you both while attempting to make himself comfortable in the process, cocooning the two of you in the bed to wordlessly hint to you that he’s here for the duration.
“I’ll still be here when you wake up, hon. Get some sleep, okay?” he smiles, drawing you in closer to his chest, “Not leaving this bed until you’re awake again, I promise.”
Again, I know. It’s been a very long time, and I made a post like this last year, maybe even the year before.
But I can’t not update on here, and I wanna let you guys know that I do have some things in the works to look out for hopefully very soon!
I can’t lie, I did kind of lose my passion for writing for a long while. You know how it is, life kicks your ass and gets in the way, all that fun stuff. I’ll spare you all the details. I’ve been trying to work at regaining it and finally conquering the writer’s block that’s had me in a slump for the longest time, and I think I’m getting somewhere with that?
Those of you still here: thank you so much for sticking around. I appreciate every single one of you.
Those of you who are new: welcome, thank you for taking the time to read my stuff, even now. I appreciate all of you too.
My aim is to have one or two new pieces out at some point next week for you guys. I plan on taking requests again at some point when I get back into the swing of things, so keep an eye out for that too!
Hopefully you’ll be seeing more from me very soon, and hopefully I’ll hear from you guys very soon too😊
•everyone starts small. just because you’re not big now, doesn’t mean you’ll never be. and if you’re just starting out, keep in mind those bigger blogs have been writing for much longer than you. building a following takes time.
•there will always be someone who enjoys your writing. every like, reblog, and comment is one person who enjoyed what you wrote and i can assure you they want more! and remember, not everyone remembers to leave evidence that they liked your writing or they might just be too nervous to interact with you. invisible fans exist, and you’ve got them.
•going along with that last one, your writing has the potential to help others! you could write about a minority, or maybe you could publish a little something comforting at the exact time someone else needs it. and most of the time, when you affect someone like this they’ll tell you, whether it be through tags, or a private message or whatever. that’s an amazing feeling.
•getting a compliment from someone becomes a sure-fire way to make your day better. nothing feels greater than seeing a comment from someone saying how much they love something you worked hard on. maybe write down these comments somewhere, so you can look at them when you’re feeling negative about your skills as a writer.
•writer’s block is not the end of your writing career. it sure feels like it sometimes, but everyone, even the popular writers you look up to, suffer from writer’s block. everyone puts out work they’re not 100% satisfied with sometimes, and that’s okay! when you get out of this slump, your writing will be better than ever before and you’ll enjoy it again. keep writing through a block so you can get there sooner.
These are the things I think about when I feel bad about my writing, so I hope they can help someone else too.
important writing reminder: do NOT force yourself to write when you're exhausted and/or feel yourself criticizing every single thing you've previously written.
forcing yourself to write when you think everything you're writing is garbage, is not going to do you any favors. take a break and get back to it later.
If you’re still writing plz write more Jack marston x reader cuz I’m thirsty for tht boah 🙂💔
A/N: I've been sitting on this ask for literal months and while I've kept coming back to it in hopes of cranking something out, writer's block has gotten the better of me every time. But here it is! Short and sweet, but still!
Pairing: Adult!Jack Marston x Reader
Word Count: 409
Warnings: Slight suggestive themes
Some couples prefer to spend their anniversaries dolled up and going out to the fanciest restaurants in town if they’re able to even snag themselves a table there, and some others will go the full romantic route - home cooked dinner from scratch, rose petals sprinkled on the floor which lead up to the bedroom, but not you and Jack.
Perhaps in the early years of your relationship, sure, but not anymore. You’re both being wise with your spending habits as of late, wanting to save up and eventually become first time homeowners, and the one time he did cook from scratch for you ended in near disaster, though he did try his best.
Instead, you’ve both ordered a pizza, and you’re currently crashed out on the sofa in your comfies. Your legs dangle over the arm of the sofa while you lay back against your boyfriend, controller in your hands while he does the same, looping his arms over you to rest his hands and controller against your middle.
“If I win, promise me you’re not gonna banish me to the couch for the night?”
Jack asks, laughing, to which you roll your eyes and crane your head back to look at him once you’ve momentarily hit pause on your game and set your controller down.
“Babe, would I do that to you?” you hum, smirking up at him, “I’m not that competitive, surely.”
Jack returns your knowing smirk, setting his own controller to one side when you flip yourself over onto your stomach and crawl your way closer to him, one swing of the leg away from straddling him.
“No, you definitely are. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to distract me.”
His heart thumps against his chest when you finally do swing your leg over, hips now pressed against his, and you give him a swift, teasing peck on the lips whilst keeping your voice barely above a whisper.
“Is it working?”
Your lips hover over Jack’s, and he seizes the open opportunity to capture them in a proper kiss this time, nipping at your lower lip, groaning when you instinctively begin to rock your hips against his.
“I’d say it already has.” Jack’s hands begin to wander, giving your ass a squeeze while his lips assault your neck with nips and open-mouthed kisses, “We can always have a rematch on this later, even tomorrow, if you like. But for now...bedroom?”
I know it’s been a while, but I hope you all had a nice Christmas and New Year and that you’re all doing well in general! I also know I’ve pretty much been silent for several months now, I do apologise. I just thought I’d give a lil update on that.
I know it wasn’t a good year for anybody last year, but I pretty much hit an all time low. Probably the lowest I’ve ever felt, and there have been some lows. With everything that’s been going on, with both the world in general and with personal things, I’ve seriously struggled to bring myself to enjoy doing a majority of the things I once enjoyed - writing being one of them - and I’ve struggled to get through the day most of the time, in all honesty.
Basically, I haven’t forgotten about this blog, nor do I plan on jumping ship! I will write again, and I want to write again. I just need to muster up the inspiration and motivation to do that, so I see those prompts sitting in my inbox, and I’ll get to them! It just might take a while.
On a lighter note: it’s amazing how even in my absence, I’ve almost hit 300 followers and my work continues to get interaction. Like what?! I appreciate every single one of you. Thank you so much.
I’ll be back soon, hopefully. Until then, take good care of yourselves!
Me as a writer: I feel like I’m repeating myself, I’ve already used that theme, I’ve already written that kink, that other character uses that speech pattern so this one in another fandom can’t, I feel like I’m writing predictable things, is this different enough from that other thing I wrote, are people filling out bingo cards by my work? :sobbing:
Me as a reader: oh hell yeah this hit the spot exactly, I hope this writer has written 20 more just like it
If you're a creator and you needed to hear this today:
You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.
People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes it’s because they’re simply shy. Other times it’s because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.
My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, don’t get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.
Hey! I was wondering if your requests were open and if so if I could get some Hosea x Reader HC’s? I was thinking like what if along with Jack their son was taken also while they were playing in the woods or something. Thank you and hope you’re during well during the quarantine!
A/N: Thank you! I’ve been a lil up and down during quarantine if I’m being honest, struggled at times, but I finally went back to work last month so I have some sense of routine and normality back, which I’m glad for. I hope you’re doing well too!
Anyway, I picked this one up and ran with it. It was meant to be HC’s, but I kind of turned it into a full blown fic oop.
Pairing: Hosea Matthews x Reader
Word Count: 857
“C’mon, boys! It’s time we started gettin’ back to camp.”
With you in tow, Hosea calls out to Jack and your son, Samuel, in the woods. You’ve just finished readying the horses for the ride back to camp while the boys are playing together. The fishing trip was a success, they both seemed to enjoy themselves, and not to mention it was a much-needed change of scenery for the four of you, too.
Beforehand, you’d told them not to stray too far away, that you wouldn’t take long to pack away the supplies, fishing rods, and all the rest, but it appears they’ve ambled back towards the stream again. Naturally, they gradually slipped further away while they chased each other around with stick swords, but they seldom left your line of sight.
You both made sure to periodically check in with them all the while, of course, and they’d responded in kind, but things have fallen quiet within the last few minutes, and although you know they can’t have gone too far, a feeling deep in your gut is telling you that something about this doesn’t quite ring true.
“...Samuel? Jack? This ain’t funny. C’mon, we’re ready to go. Quit hidin’.”
Panic creeps in, your voice wavering slightly when you’re the one to speak up this time. You cast Hosea a glance before your eyes skim over the woods, brows pinched together as you worry your lower lip between your teeth and half-run towards the stream, leaving the horses, supplies, and Hosea behind to continue your search.
“Sweetheart, wait! We gotta stay here! What if they come back lookin’ for us? We’ll all be lost-”
Hosea hollers at you before you completely disappear over the brow of the hill, but it falls on deaf ears. There’s no way they could have gone far. You turned your back on them for minutes at a time, saw them there, playing.
Something is definitely wrong.
A thousand thoughts a second cloud your mind as you near the stream, blame and guilt being the main offenders. You blame yourself for turning your back on those boys. Blame yourself for wanting to help Hosea pack up quicker when you should have stayed with them.
You’re wracked with guilt for letting something happen to Jack when Abigail had trusted you to have him under your watch, no to mention your own son being thrown into the mix, too. You have no idea what you’ll tell her when you get back to camp, but you’re already bracing yourself to face her wrath.
“Jack?! Samuel?! Where are you, boys?!”
Like a broken record at this point, your desperate cries echo throughout the woods. There’s absolutely no trace of them. No belongings, no articles of clothing, nothing. You spin in circles, yelling for them repeatedly, searching for another sign of life in the woods.
You don’t hear the beating of hooves in the distance until your cries recede. You know it can’t be your horses, and before you even think about it, you’re following the sound of hoofbeats as fast as your legs can carry you.
The sound grows louder, and when you’re as close as you know you can get, you’re able to catch a glimpse of the rider at the back of the gang, looking over his shoulder, checking if the coast is clear. When he spots you, however, his eyes widen, and he spurs his horse on with urgency.
“We gotta move, boys! They’re followin’ us!” he yells to the other few riders further ahead, “Don’t you let them boys go for nothin’!”
“That’s my son! Give me back my son, you bastards!”
You scream, helpless as Samuel and Jack call out to you, their abductors getting further away by the second. Feebly, you attempt to chase them on foot, but they’re already gone. Sinking to your knees in the dirt, your body wracks with sobs as emotion finally consumes you.
Having heard the commotion, Hosea trots up on his mount with yours following close behind. He slides out of the saddle, and as soon as his boots are on the ground, he’s dropping to his knees, enveloping you in his arms. There’s no use in him chasing after them, and he knows this. They’re already long gone, and they’ll most likely kill him if he goes alone.
“Fuckin’ Braithwaites. It has to be, after everythin’. I bet they followed us here, didn’t they?”
Your voice is hoarse, and you’re clutching onto Hosea for dear life while the tears continue to fall with no intention of stopping. You can’t think straight, and it feels like your world has been torn apart. You have no idea what they want with Samuel and Jack, nor do you know what they’ll do with them. The not knowing is killing you, and Hosea already suspects that you’re assuming the worst.
"Hey...hey, listen to me.” he softly murmurs into your hair, kissing the crown of your head, “We’ll get ‘em back, I promise. All of us will, and we ain’t gonna rest until we get Samuel and Jack back. We’ll make ‘em pay for this. I promise.”
Hi I loooove your writings! I was also wondering if I could get maybe a jealous Hosea fic? Thank you!
Thank you so much!!
Pairing: Hosea Matthews x Reader
Word Count: 856
Hosea remains seated at the table you snagged near the bar while you’re up grabbing drinks, but it’s taking everything in him to not march up there and give the man who’s getting overly friendly with you at the bar a piece of his mind. He doesn’t want any nonsense while you’re both here, so he does nothing more than look on, paying close attention to every brush of the hand, every light touch, and every hungry gaze and wink from the stranger.
Hosea can’t really fault him, in all honesty. He thinks you’re beautiful, inside and out, so why the hell wouldn’t you get attention from others? And it’s not like he’d automatically know that you’re spoken for, anyway, and you definitely wouldn’t act on any advance of his, either. You’re blatantly only being polite, forcing out a laugh at whatever the other man is murmuring in your ear, hand dancing along your waist as he’s trying to get any form of contact he can when he’s leaning into you, and Hosea finds himself unable to control the pang of jealousy he feels deep in his gut.
It seems silly to him, juvenile, even. He should be long past this at his age, but to him, it makes him think of you moving on someday when he’s long gone. Finding someone closer to your own age, someone you could have even more fun with. Someone...better than him. And it terrifies him more than he’s ever cared to admit.
Drinks in hand, you amble back towards Hosea, setting both glasses down on the surface. You grin from ear to ear, but Hosea seems to find his drink to be the most interesting thing in the world right now. You pinch your brows together, and you slide a hand along the table, placing it atop his and tracing small, soft circles against his skin with your thumb until he looks at you.
“Hey, you alright? You seem a lil...out of it.”
You hum, your gaze not leaving him once. He’s silent for a moment, and then, with a huff, he slouches back in his chair, looking over at you at last. Still, no words come from him, almost like he’s mulling them over, trying to find the best thing to say, or how to say it, even.
“...Looks like you made a new friend back there, huh? Fella was all over you. And the way he was lookin’ at you was somethin’ else.”
Hosea finally speaks up, dropping his gaze once more when he’s done. There’s a tone to it that you can’t quite place, and you sit opposite him, dumbfounded. What does he mean, and where has this come from?
You can’t say you’d noticed any particular looks from the stranger, nor did you think he was all over you. There were a few touches here and there, sure, but you hadn’t thought anything of them. Plus, it’s not like you’re interested, anyway. You’re more than happy with what you already have.
“Aw, c’mon! He don’t mean nothin’ by it. He’s just bein’ nice.”
You attempt to laugh it off, but when Hosea doesn’t join in, you quirk a brow at him, bemused. He’s still stone-faced, arms remaining crossed as he stands before you, like he’s waiting for some further explanation from you.
“You seemed to be enjoyin’ it, s’all.”
He grumbles, and at that, it doesn’t take you long to figure out what’s really going on here. You can’t say you’ve ever thought Hosea would be the jealous type, but all the signs appear to be pointing in that direction, and you can’t not bring it up.
“Hold on a minute...you’re jealous? Of that fella?”
You gesture to the man still standing at the bar as you ask, to which Hosea sighs, drops his gaze downwards, and scuffs the sole of his boot against the wooden floor. It’s as though he doesn’t want to own up to it, like he himself is painfully aware of how ridiculous it must sound to you. You don’t think that, though. Not for a second.
Scooting your chair towards him, you reach out and place a hand on his forearm, giving him a reassuring smile when he eventually looks back up at you.
“Well...you seemed like you were enjoying the company. And it made me think, what if you want somebody more...suited to you someday? I ain’t gonna be around forever, I’d understand-”
“Let me stop your there, we’re not gonna talk about that, not right now. That definitely ain’t it. And I definitely ain’t lookin’ to be with nobody else. I only want you, Hosea. Nobody else. I love you. Don’t you ever think no different, okay?”
You hum, gently resting a hand against his cheek. Hosea’s features soften at that, and he finally cracks a smile at you, nodding slightly as your words sink in, mentally repeating them to himself over and over.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.” he says, lifting his glass to you, “Now, enough about me. I think it’s time we drank up, don’t you? The night’s still young.”
Can i request a story where the reader's stallion die and she's very sad about it because she raised that horse and she cared for him a whole lot. Like how would the gang react and what would they do?? It's my first time asking something,if you want to do it i would be really happy but if you don't like it it's okay,don't worry!! Sorry for troubling you 🤗
I’ll chuck the rest of this under a read more because it’s quite a lengthy one. I’ve laid this out as a mini paragraph per gang member kind of post rather than a full fledged fic, and I wasn’t entirely sure who to include, so I’ve just done the ‘main’ gang members.
If I’ve missed anyone’s faves and you’d like for me to add them in, please, just let me know!
The day your stallion galloped over the rainbow bridge, it broke you. You can’t help but blame yourself, either, which cuts your heart in two and rips it in three. If you hadn’t decided to take on that one job in particular, he’d never have been shot at. Those bullets would never have hit him the way they did, and he’d still be here.
You have to live with that. These things just happen, you had no control over it. It was the law who inadvertently shot him in an effort to get you instead. Those bastards. You know you can’t change what happened, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less with each passing day. Of course, your pain is apparent to those you face every day in camp, and…
I’ve seen other content creators use this as a way of supporting each other, and I figured I’d give it a shot as well because why not, right?
I write fics for free. I always have, but I’ve made this in case there’s anybody out there who did want to give anything!
It’s absolutely optional, please don’t feel obligated to give.
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On a separate note: I’m honestly floored that any of you have even taken the time to read my stuff over the months, let alone actually like it! Thank you so much, I appreciate you all.<3
