#ft. esme

[alfredezra]

closed starter—@esxmoli​

2:23 A.M

That’s what the clock on Alfie’s bedside table read as his eyes shot open. He had panicked for a moment, trying to remember why he was so abruptly ripped out of his sleep until he was almost instantly reminded by the sound of esme’s screams as she laid next to him in the bed. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do, he figured shaking her awake probably wasn’t medically the right thing to, but he knew he had to get her awake somehow. “Esmeralda? Can you wake up for me sweetheart?” He tried to keep his voice calm but loud enough so that she could hear him well enough to be pulled out of whatever dream she was in. It broke his heart to see her like this—seemingly so frightened and helpless against whatever she was fighting in her dream. he slowly reached his hand over to her side of the bed, gently shaking her shoulder in a final attempt at getting her awake, “I need you to wake up Es” 

[kendrasmason]

imsg 📲 esme

kendra: okay so has perino always been this hellbent on showing his authority? i don't remember him being this bad but the guy needs a break or something.

kendra: he is stressing me out.

[mvckvlde]

“¿Quieres ir por algo de comer?” — @elxncxster​

—¿Me lees la mente? Justo estaba pensando en ir a por algo para comer —mencionó con una leve sonrisa en los labios, un poco de tiempo a solas con Esme haría sus planes más sencillos.

[scottbchnn]

“¿Podemos ir a buscar conchas marinas?” — @elxncxster​

—Shhh, no lo digas tan alto, ha conseguido tantas que no sé ni donde las voy a guardar —dijo a su amiga, aunque era tarde, porque su pequeño demonio tricolor se había dado la vuelta y estaba tirando de él para seguir buscando conchas.

[rvscvekings]

“¡Tu piel está roja! ¿Te has quemado?” — @elxncxster​

—No exactamente, esto es de un manotazo —explicó, la marca en su brazo era bastante notable por la fuerza del golpe, así que no le extrañaba la pregunta de la mujer.

[ofcarmichaels]

incorrect quotes & conversations via     dylan carmichael  (1/??)  ft. @itsnevvton & @altrcistics

[wtcddy]

this is stupid. this is so fucking stupid, because there’s a man with a loaded ar-17 just a step away from where he’s ducked behind a tree, patrolling the grounds of the deluca mansion like it’s his job. well—it is his job, and the other half of that job is to shoot any trespassers on sight, and this would be a pretty undignified way to go. a flashlight flicks in his direction, trained on that spot for a few agonizing seconds before it whips away and teddy can finally breathe again. a quick glance and the silhouette has crept off in the opposite direction, so he makes a break for it and mentally thanks god for the two whole months he was a boy scout and learning climbing drills. he narrowly dodges an open window on his way up, and if he’s breathing, it sure as shit doesn’t feel like it, because his chest is so tight he feels like he’ll pass out and make himself an asthmatic target any moment. she’s only a floor or two up, and he doesn’t do the whole romantic knocking on the window thing, instead prying it open and nearly busting his ass on the desk positioned just below it. “ —holy fuck, ” he’s heaving as he collapses on her bed, his heart ready to beat out of his chest. “ you really couldn’t live anywhere else, huh? had to be here. ”

{ @scvrpions }

[dylancarmichaels]