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“Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate as she throws her arms around him and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. “ It’s safe to say you’re my best friend and the love of my life.” And she says it without hesitation. 

“Why do you ask?”

There is a pause.

“What did you and Kelly do?”

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“ Nope. “ He says jokingly as he looks at her, then pulls her close with a smile. “ How could I possibly love a woman who is gorgeous, smart, owns her own business, is kind, gentle, understands me completely...” he sighs, and it’s happily. “Of course I love you, Mel.” He draws her in and kisses her softly. “There are not enough words on just how much. You saved me, and I’m grateful for that.”

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“Stupid question.” Danny mutters as he presses his lips to her neck and then her cheek. “You are literally the woman of my dreams. You, Jo, are perfection.” He chuckles against her skin, his arm draped tight around her. “Everything I could ever ask for.” Though while he hasn’t yet said the words he has his rules about them. But if he’s going to say them to anyone it’s this woman he’s snuggled up next too. 

She’s literally heaven sent, she has to be. Meeting how they did and how it played out ? Now here they are...

“I love you.” He says with a soft smile. “I love you.” He then kisses her, and says it again. “I love you.” 

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“ That fully depends - Matt.” she says cleaning up their dishes after having a nice home-made meal. “ Are you asking me because you genuneliny want to know, or do you want something ? I have sisters, I know how that question works.” she lifts her fingers but she smiles, walking over and wrapping her arms around him, sitting herself in his lap.

“So, which is it?” 

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italianexotiicbeauty​:

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‘ – Why am I not all that surprised by his answer? ’ Mary quietly wondered to herself but she also knew that answer ! The blonde human princess lie detector had up and disappeared, not like she was magically removed from everyone's minds type of not existing anymore – actually disappeared disappeared.

The kind of disappeared where her parents in this small town didn't even wait forty-eight hours to report her missing. Every second counted when someone was missing, she heard a tale that Henry managed to talk Regina into asking her mirror if she was in the bay or something. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Wherever Emma was – she had gone great lengths to not be found, or if this had somehow been nefarious ? Whomever had done it covered their tracks and just vanished themselves. So, she wasn't upset that he had turned her down – quite the contrary! She was actually okay with it and that … probably would surprise him as they hadn't had the best … relationship these last few years. "Y'know what? Cannot be mad atcha over that response." She sipped her coffee, quietly listening to the soft chatter of the diner patrons all around them – the usual suspects. It was a small town after all.

" – I mean, who in their right mind would accept any proposals when someone they cared deeply about mysteriously vanished?" He knew she wasn't saying that to be cruel or anything – it was likely going to be the other bit that surprised him. Not only is she not angry for being turned down but she also is understanding why he did it?! She's come a long way from being cross at him for picking Emma, can't help what the heart wants right? Suppose the only thing she was grateful for … well two things actually ! He was free from Regina's mind control and he had his heart back because Emma found it in time. "Ya know – if ya ever feel like talkin', I'm happy to listen." She meant that in a strictly platonic manner of course.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to ask a question like that - but his reasons were not due to caring or not caring. It was more then situation he now found himself in - baffled and confused about the sudden disappearance of Emma. If this was a world without magic he could just use logic and go from there- but now magic plays a part. So now that factors in to the situation and makes things all the more complicated.

He rubs his head, then the back of his neck and offers a heavy sigh, but not at her. Just in general. “Mysteriously is an understatement.” He says, fingers tapping against his desk. She says that if he needs to talk she’ll listen so he doesn’t hesitate. 

“I’m not sure where to start on this. Do I assume magic played a part or do I remove the idea of magic all together and simply go with what I know...? And if magic has played a part, how do we decipher what magic?” Rubbing his head after the fact, he soon leans it forward, his head aching slightly from how complicated everything just became in this world. 

He suddenly misses the simplicity, but not the lack of his heart. 

“And if she just left on her own...No.” He shakes his head. “She’d not abandon Henry...”

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The question comes a shock to him. What they’ve endured together has certainly brought them closer. The kindred spirits that they are in some ways have intertwined but what is this ‘love’ and is he even capable of it ? He had love of family once, and for it. But what good did that do him in the end ? 

He takes her hands and holds them tight, shaking slightly. “Please, I beg of you - do not ask me that.”

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Love ... she has to bring up the word of love. He hadn’t really done ‘love’. Done a lot of things - a lot of women - but love was never really in question. Not until this particular woman came into the picture. Yes, he has a love for Callie but that’s different. This is different. Is this the thing that people single about on the radio? He tries to imagine a day without her in it and it’s hard to do that. Normally it’s easy to imagine someone not there in the mornings or gone for weeks at a time but the idea of Cass being gone for longer than a day...

Mark sighs deeply, but he smiles. 

“You love hitting a man with the deep questions, don’t you ?” 

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twinsfangs​:

@storminmyveins​ (elijah) asked ali  ❛  have you lost your mind ?  ❜ 

The blonde salvatore was minding her own business, drinking from a glass of blood laced red wine, when she heard footsteps coming her way. Ali kept her back to the door when the door had opened and the familiar voice of the older original brother demanding her if she had lost her mind.  

“I think that you may have confuse me with my father, Elijah.” Ali drawled, taking another sip before turning around to face him. “So, do not compare me to him of his idiocy.” Ali continued. “So, please, tell me, on what I have allegedly done?” 

He was about to line up with her being her father’s daughter indeed, but he stopped himself the moment she told him not to continue. He would bite his tongue and not start up with anything unnecessary, but his question still remained. Yet she plays coy which only drives Elijah to run his tongue over his teeth. 

“Please spare me, Ali, you know of what exactly I speak.” His hands so neatly and delicately in his pocket. “ Or do you wish to play dense on the matter ?” 

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Okay my home skillets you can find me over at @astorminmyveins

Why did I add the ‘a’ ? Fuck if I know, I can’t make up my mind on anything other than who I think is a bitch in my fiction.

Adios, Taylor from 911.

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southerncomfortoutlaw​

“His loss. And I’ll let ya in on something, darlin’.” Cerberus paused watching the men that were watching her scowl and turn away or peer into the mirror at the back of the bar. “Every man in here was watchin’ you, seein’ if a guy was gonna show up before they offered to come over and hit you up on date.” 

A few hours. He almost laughed at that but instead amusement danced in the wolf’s dark blue eyes. He wasn’t a big on fancy restaurants. They just did nothing for him small bites of food and over priced meat that he and Mac would bring over. His eyes slid back over the appetizers. This shit didn’t even sound appetizing none of it sounded like food to him.  

“Alright, let me honest, the food here is up priced so high that it’s not worth the portion of food given. I like to eat. I love food, how’s about you and I get out of here and let me take you to a place that has good food that’s worth the price listed?” He placed the menu down almost given her a daring look, moving his hand out for her to take. 

She glances around the room and she does take notice of a few lingering gazes, but it doesn’t seem to phase her much.  It does cater slightly to an ego, but otherwise she doesn’t seem to let it show.

He speaks of the food and she looks at the menu, then back at him. “Food and conversation only.” she says to him as she finishes her drink and puts down some money for it, otherwise there isn’t much left to pay for. More money is placed instead for the tip than the drink itself. She isn’t going to just leave the waiter with nothing. 

She’ll take his hand, but she will pause while looking at him. “Not going to try anything funny, are you?” 

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southerncomfortoutlaw​:

“They died because they got to greedy and got stupid.” He smirked, taking a drink of his soda. “I didn’t say you couldn’t take a brother as an old man, just have a bit of fun with a biker or two. Nothin’ better than pissin’ mom off by fuckin’ around with the bad boy bikers.” Oh he’d love to be a fly on the wall seeing mother dearest lose it over her daughters with bikers. 

“Damn babe. I didn’t need to know about you late night activities, but there is only so much that toy can do.” He teased, but a frown crossed his face. “That bad, Driz? You got somewhere you can stay away from your mother for a while?”

He knew the woman was crazy but he didn’t know how damaging that woman could be living with her. Cerberus just figured she needed some dick in her life and then maybe that wench would be happy and leave her daughter’s lives alone.

“The ball is in Addy’s court right now. She knows her mother is here in town and she knows that I’m torn the fuck up over it. Just she has to make the first move in contacting Ana first. That was the agreement.” Though if Driz really wanted to see her all she had to do was wait around and Addy was due to be there any minute. 

“-and Dysentery.” she corrected. “Or the plague.” The fact she took too much thought about it proved she had spent far too much time in England and in the museums just to get away from her mother, her husband, and the like. She’d often drag her sister with her, but Ana spent a lot time in mourning. She has for the past sixteen years. 

Driz couldn’t help but smirk as she took another drink. Any other comment she had on the matter she would keep to herself. Otherwise this conversation could get into territory that they really didn’t need to discuss. 

When asking if she has somewhere to say she shrugs. “Eh, I keep my distance. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” even if she’d prefer to get her own place as soon as possible. “I’ve got my eye on a property for me. Just waiting for those divorce funds.”

She goes back to looking at the picture with a smile. “I bet she throws a mean punch, too, huh?”

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It seems tumblr is lagging badly, so I will delay moving to the new blog for a bit, though it’s pretty much set up now. It’s just...tumblr is whacked out.

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thesongofjoy​:

“ 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢. 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜.” - 𝙹.𝙹.

No kidding. Carolyn was still more than alarmed, hands shaking even as they clung tightly to J.J.’s hips as they rode off at a rapid pace. Eyes squeezing shut, exhaling a few breaths in what was an attempt to rid herself of the panic that had spread through her. After everything she had already experienced since her arrival in America, she thought nothing could ruffle her anymore.      A reminder that life here was no walk in the park. Even a seemingly harmless ride to another town to run errands could be dangerous. Not only because of wild bears, wolves or cougars, but also brutal bandit gangs lurking on the routes between the cities. It was nothing new, but for some reason her insides were quivering. A feeling she was not unfamiliar with, however.     “Let me doon,” she said aloud, pulling at the fabric of his shirt to get him to stop, “Now!”

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He’s got her up on his horse, pulling her quickly from the chaos that - for once - he can admit that he didn’t cause. That was just bad timing on his part, or perfect since she’s riding with him, clinging to him as they go along. 

Shaking his head. “No ma’am, I won’t be doing that.” he says as he keeps the horse going, but they’re moving slowly. “You’re still pretty rattled, I can feel you shakin’ behind me. So I’m not lettin’ you alone until I know you’re okay.” Was he sincere? Oh, we little bit of that was there, but he needed to get her away from there for a time just to calm her.

“Besides, I’m going to get you where you’re wantin’, just not alone. I know you’re stubborn about that.” if their meeting had been any indication.

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If you darlings would humor me by answering this poll? 

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southerncomfortoutlaw​:

His eyes scanned over that car with a smirk crossing his face. “Jesus, I thought you would have gotten somethin’ new. But I can’t say I am not happy to see that still runs.” It was funny though the sort of car he pictured her in was something like a sports car maybe a convertible or something that said she had money. This was nothing the wolf was expecting but that made it so much easier for Lin not to tag the car right off the bat. 

His head looked back to the party. He could disappear for a little while but he’d have to be back in an hour to be part of the big celebrating this right here was the preparty. “You get me for an hour.” Slowly he removed his cut flipping it inside out and then putting it on. He knew the rules when riding in a cage. “Give Lin five minutes to go inside and then we can make a break for it.” 

“Nev’ah!” she proclaims as she looks at her old vehicle, but it’s one of her trusted things she’s had all of this time. She could get something new, but she’d rather stick with what she knows. “Besides, I didn’t learn stick for nothin’.” 

An hour was more than enough time. She smiles and motions him to the passenger seat as she gets out her keys. Though she will give them that little bit of time before they dart off and have a conversation that they need to have away from everyone else. She needed to get away from the noise of what could have been.

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ladamereveuse​:

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃:

❝ you had a rough start, but you’re improving each day. ❞ - Denny

ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍᴘʏ ʀᴏᴀᴅ. Without a doubt. Even now, months after transplanting her kidney, there are so many things to consider to support her good progress. She needs to increase her self responsibility for her own health. Diet, exercise, but what is most difficult for her is regular and adequate sleep, which is not only because she is back to her writing, but also her being worried about him. Both share a similar fate, so she knows too well what can go wrong.     « Eet‘s true enough, but ee‘ts not easy. » her soft smile disappears within a second, her hand reaching out to clasp his.

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He takes her hand and holds it tight to him, then gives it a kiss. “You know we are one hell of a pair, Cass.” He chuckles deeply, leaning against her. “Me worrying ‘bout you. You worrying ‘bout me...” He shakes his head slowly but he’s still smiling about it.

“We take it day by day, but we’ve got this. You want to know why.” He holds her hand tighter and brings it to his heart. “Because you give this here heart reason to be beat. And I give your kidney...” He pauses and then shakes his head. “I hope enough water to keep them healthy...I have nothing romantic when it comes to kidneys. Or a spleen. But lungs...I’ve got that covered.” He’s all jokes but he knows the seriousness of it all. 

“How about I make you a nice tea to help you relax, we’ll curl up together and find the worst movie we can find on one of those streaming sites...? What do you say?”