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This clearly shouldn’t be as hot as it is but lord I could use a nice Italy trip with lots of museum time ( assuming you actually make it past the hotel room door 🤣 )

The kind of tame picture he sends you when he's away

And then sends a follow up 🤭

"мой славный котёнок," Bucky sighs, clutching the phone closer to his ear, the longing in his voice wraps around you.

"Miss you too," you reply, glancing at the picture he sent you. The sharp black suit makes his blue eyes even brighter and you want to run your fingers through his chestnut locks.

Bucky takes his knife out of his pocket and tosses it in the air, the light reflects off the silver blade as he catches the handle before throwing it down, the knife sinks into the wooden floor.

He chuckles when the man he's interrogating flinches. Turning away from him Bucky focuses on your voice.

"Why don't you come up here and stay with me until I'm done with my business?"

"I want to but I have to work-"

"I'll talk to your boss, котёнок," Bucky smoothly cuts you off, a smile pulling at his lips. "In fact, you're due for a week, no, a month-long vacation anyway. Think about it, just you and me off the coast of Italy, doing whatever you want."

"Well..." You trail off, teasing him even though you're already heading to your closet to pack.

Bucky grins, "What do I need to do to convince you? Why don't I personally pick you up, I'll give a few reasons to stay with me. In fact, I can think of nine that I can give you."

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I told a guy his total was 13.21 and he said “wish it were that year, could actually get some good music on the radio”

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Never been a girl for gold

Word Count: 2248 Ship: John Dutton x reader Summary: When John brings the new woman in his life to the ranch for the first time he is in for a wild ride Warnings: use of Y/N, semi canon compliant, non beta read and written by a non native speaker (proceed with caution), cursing, age gap relationship. If I missed something that you think needs taging, please tell me and I am going to add it to the list Author’s note: This is the OS that was inspired by one of two prompts I have received so far (this specific one being sent in by @thebeckyjolene​ ). The complete prompt can be found at the end of the text because I wanted to avoid spoilers, but if you feel better knowing exactly what you get yourself into you can check it out. I would also love to hear any kind of feedback and if you want me to write a OS based on your prompt, my inbox for John, Kacey, Lee, Rip and Ryan is still open, so be my guest.

The last time John had been this nervous when he drove back from town to the ranch was way back when he was a teenager. Then he feared the wrath of his mother after staying all night at the bar without calling her first. His left hand tightly gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white and the right one resting on the leather seat curled into a fist, feeling the blood rushing in his ears and his heart thumping against his rib cage. “You okay, love?”, a soft voice pulled him back to reality, feeling gentle fingers wrapping around his hand, uncurling his stiff fingers to intertwine them with hers.  John knew he should keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander to the side, being met by the loving eyes of the woman right next to him. A sudden wave of calm washed over him, feeling the comforting way her thumb was stroking the back of his hand. “Yeah”, he replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. For the first time in a very long while he felt okay, even more so.  He was genuinely happy, and the reason was sitting right next to him. As hard as it was, he moved his gaze back onto the road, hearing the gentle hum beside him before he felt her inching even closer, resting her head on his shoulder.  Whatever it was that was waiting for him at home, he knew with Y/N by his side, it would be a walk in the park. It only took them a few more minutes until he pulled up on the driveway of the ranch, enjoying watching her take in the place he called home for the very first time as he put the car in park. Before she could get out of the car, he raised their entangled hands, pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. “Ready for the lion��s den?”, he asked her, wondering yet again if he should have brought her here, to begin with. John knew his family was difficult and could be a lot, so he worried that once Y/N met them, she’d walk out the door and never come back. The mere thought of losing her was something that haunted him, a life without her being a torturous thought. “John...”, the small chuckle that rumbled in her chest started to melt his fear away. From the moment they had met, he had loved the sound of her gentle voice, the way she managed to give him a sense of home without him even knowing who she was. ” I am a woman working for an NGO, handling oil companies and land developers. I doubt they can throw something my way, I have never heard before” “From your lips to God's ears.“, John pressed another kiss to the back of her hand and took a last deep breath before he got out of the car. He put his cowboy hat on before making his way in an attempt to open the car door for her only to find her already getting out, her eyes glued to some paddocks with the horses munching on their well-deserved hay. He knew that she was a city girl, who had grown up in concrete wastelands, secretly dreaming of adventures as a horse girl one day. John approached her from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll introduce you later. We have to get to the two-legged creatures first”, he murmured, fighting the instinct to press a kiss to her neck. He knew that this public display of affection was enough to get the wranglers' mouths running. He didn’t need to give them even more reason to gossip.  “I hold you to that promise, cowboy”, she replied, turning around in his hold before she leaned in for a quick, chaste kiss.  “I know”, he retorted, the chuckle falling from her lips making his heart flutter in his chest. How a single human being could hold so much power over him was beyond John, but with her, he didn’t mind. His arm wrapped around her waist again, hand on the small of her back to guide her over to the main house. He wanted to get over with this initial introduction as quickly as possible.  It was like a band-aid. The longer he’d waited, the more painful it is to pull it off.  With his hand hovering over the door handle he looked over at her once more, wanting to make sure that she was really ready for this.  “Ready when you are, cowboy”, she replied to his silent question, entering the house with him.  “Beth? Kayce? Are you here” “We are in the kitchen daddy”, he heard his daughter call, following the voice with Y/N beside him and instantly regretting the fact he hadn’t asked them to come to the living room. There were too many weaponisable things around the room for his taste and he knew Beth’s temper. She wouldn’t take this very well.  “Why did you want us to come here? Is anything...” Beth started, stopping mid-sentence as she saw her father entering the kitchen, a woman only half his age glued to his side.  “Going on”, she finished, gaze wandering over the other woman, like a predator sizing up its prey. John knew that look all too well and he was secretly happy that Rip was standing right behind his wife, knowing he was just as much on alert as John.  "Kayce. Beth. Rip. This is Y/N", John introduced the woman beside him to his family, waiting for the reaction of his children. “I knew that there was a gold-digging bitch who got her claws into you. At least now I know the face”, she snarled, leaning over the kitchen counter with the typical Dutton fire burning bright in her eyes.  John wanted to reply to the insult, but he felt Y/N lean into his side, that simple touch enough to make him stop in his tracks and quell his rage. At least for now. “Nah. Never been a girl for gold.”, she retorted, lifting her hand to John's chest, fingers spread on his flannel shirt, making all the eyes fall to the shimmering silver ring around her ring finger. There was no way to deny that this was indeed a wedding band she wore albeit, not a traditional one. With that reveal, Rip got himself ready to hold his wife back and even throw her over his shoulder need be, to carry her back to their cabin.  “I personally prefer silver”, the new Mrs John Dutton added, the air in the kitchen tenser with every passing second.  All men expected a bloodbath once the ticking time bomb that was Beth Dutton would explode, but all there was, was laughter. Roaring and body-shaking laughter, first by Beth and soon after she was joined by Y/N.  Of all the outcomes John had pictured for this meeting, this was not something his mind had come up with.  Using the shock of the men, the women moved around the counter, wrapping their arms around one another.  “My dad is finally showing some taste in his choice of women”, the blonde said in between chuckles as she hugged the other as tight as she could.  “Well, wonders will never cease”, Y/N murmured back, her hold of the other woman growing just as tight.  When Y/N had met John, she had not for a second thought that he and her Beth Dutton had any connection, so to find the woman she considered as close as kin right here in the kitchen was a surprise, to say the least.  “You know each other?”, John finally got out, not sure if he could trust the fragile peace he witnessed.  “Yes. Remember when I told you about the girl from my dorm that was too kind for her own good?", she asked, her arm still wrapped around Y/N as she turned over to her father. It took John a moment to put the pieces together, making Y/N chuckle with the way she almost saw the small lightbulb going off over his head. " Yeah, Rose. But her name...", he started, confusion written over his face. "Never said it was, daddy"

The rest of the introduction went smoothly.  Y/N even met Tate when he came home from school and the boy insisted on showing her the barn and introducing her to the horses, especially proud when she called his beloved mare the most beautiful of them all. The boy even promised to help her once she was ready to get on horseback herself. A lot would change for her now that she was here. So many new things to be learned and surely mistakes to be made, but whenever she felt like stumbling, John was right there to catch her. With the hustle and bustle of the ranch slowly dying down, Beth and Rip retired to their cabin and Kacey was getting Tate to bed, so Y/N finally had a chance to sit down on the porch, take a deep breath and watch the beautiful sunset.  John had been right when he called this place heaven on earth and the thought that he had invited her here, to share this beauty with her for the rest of their days made the smile on her face grow wider. "This day was interesting...", the voice of John pulled her back to reality, making her look to the side where he stood in the doorway, walking over to her slowly before sitting down right next to her. "True... but it was good. I love this place. And your family", she said, snuggling closer into his side so he could lay his arm around her shoulder. "As of today, it's yours too..." "You are right. Our family" Hearing her say that made him smile, pulling her even closer to his body as his eyes wandered over the soft hills in the distance. The silence that fell between them was a comfortable one, but John couldn't help the question that had lingered in his mind since he learned who she was.  Back when he first laid eyes on Y/N at the counter of the bar in Bozeman, he had felt foolish for even thinking he could have a chance with her. Not just because of their age gap, but also because he had seen what looked like a beautiful engagement ring on her finger... "A penny for your thoughts" "I just thought back to the night we met...", he began, taking her hand in his and lifting it to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, "The most beautiful woman I had ever seen sitting alone at the counter. Still not sure where that stupid bravery came from to approach you...", he told her, his fingers playing with hers while a giggle fell from her smiling lips. When Y/N met him she had just moved to the state, starting a new job with an environmental protection organisation and her place was still filled with boxes she desperately longed to escape that night.  "Like, mustering up the courage to sit down next to you was one thing, but seeing that ring, I almost didn't talk to you", a little chuckle rumbling in his chest, "You have no idea how relieved I felt when you said it was a gift from your best friend", there was a question hidden in that statement and Y/N knew it, so she tangled her fingers with his, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "When I got the admission to university I was excited. I always wanted to work for an NGO and make the world a little better, so getting a chance to lay the foundation for that was thrilling and exciting. But there was this guy in my class. He was the picture-perfect stereotype. A misogynistic, rich white boy and dumber than dirt who got a legacy admission. I loved my courses and all, but he made it... difficult", she started, knowing that she was safe in her husband's arms while he felt anger boiling in his veins.  "I had this flatmate and she was... practically a tornado with skin", a smile played on her lips as she remembered meeting Beth for the first time. "When the guy turned from annoying to creepy, she had the idea to play into his bullshit and she got me a ring...", Y/N reached for the leather band around her neck, revealing the ring she wore every day since she got it. A silver snake as the band, crowned by a rose. "A reminder that even though I am a delicate flower, I'd always have a serpent who would fight by my side if my thorns weren't enough", she chuckled, remembering how an off-handed joke about a Lady Lady Macbeth quote turned into a physical representation of their very unlikely friendship. The silence that fell between her and John this time was different, the air heavier between them. "I know I already made you a promise today, but I'll make you another...", he began, resting his hand on her cheek to make her look into those green eyes that had bewitched her from the first moment she saw them, his forehead gently resting against hers, "As long as you are with me, you’ll never need these thorns"

OG Prompt:  I was wondering if I could request a Yellowstone imagine where John Dutton brings his newlywed wife back to the ranch and introduces her to everyone and that the Reader and Beth are best friends!

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dear passive fanfic readers, please kindly write something about you in your bio and reblog at least 2-3 posts so I know you are not a pornbot

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I genuinely think @staff should give us an official Bot Kill Count where it ticks up every time a bot you reported is officially taken off by the tumblr team and when you hit a certain number you get gruesome little trophies. Gamification can be of the devil but in this particular case I need a little treat for doing my daily chore of taking out the trash

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creativepromptsforwriting​:

Shout-out to all the stories that didn't make it out of the shower with us in time to be actually written down.

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Open Requests

This is a first for me, but since I am currently falling deeper and deeper into a Yellowstone rabbit hole and I cannot make decisions on where to go with the plot of the fic I am currently working on, this is my official invitation to invade my inbox with OS requests for John, Lee and Kayce Dutton as well as Rip Wheeler and Ryan with a Reader. I take any kind of prompts or scenarios, except pregnancy related things. Also, please understand that it might take a while to get to your request, and don’t be a dick about it.

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I am an audiobook girl any day of the week. I am neurodivergent and part of that is that focusing is highly dependent on my mental state, but listening is something I can always do. Also my hobby would collide too much with actual reading, so audiobooks are a good way to have stories in my life while sitting at my wheel #spinsterlife

fuck personality tests tell me what do u prefer? paperbacks? hardcovers? e-books? or audio books?

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What the past couple days have felt like

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Keanu Reeves as John Wick 

John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023) dir. Chad Stahelski

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DAEMON TARGARYEN House of the Dragon, “The Heirs of the Dragon” (2022) dir. Miguel Sapochnik.

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gay ally icon aaron hotchner

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if ever you find symbolism in my writing please tell me i’d like to know about it too

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Need to catch up on SVU? Boy, are you in for a treat. 

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when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”