Almost everything you do will seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it
312 posts
Anaesunset - Tumblr Blog
Charlie Hunnam being more upset that assholes are manipulating his fans and asking money from them than the same people using his name tells me that I made the right decision when I started being a fan of his. (x)
Pahahaha I’m dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Credit: @mannymontaposts
Chapter 3: Lost in You
Rio’s contact was the first in her favorites, and she tapped the screen, shakily bringing the phone to her ear.
“Yo, mami. Got some interestin’ alerts from my credit card company…”
Beth laughed nervously. “Rio… you need to come here. Right now.”
His tone turned somber. “What happened?”
“I killed someone.”
Read HERE!!
Manny Montana as ‘Johnny Tuturro’ in every episode of Graceland:
Season 3 Episode 1
It does something in her gut – the way he unravels at the strangest things. At her gentleness as well as her harshness, the way he responds to this side of her, undone by both the light and the dark, both compounded by the other.
-Heart and Soul by riosnecktattoo
Me every morning when I wake up and Charlie Hunnam isn’t beside me
“Ruby, my mom didn’t give me money to shop for a dress today. She told me to ask the neighbors.”
“Ask the neighbors…?” Ruby repeats, not following. “Why?”
“Because when I bought all those groceries, that’s the lie that I told her for how I could afford them. That I did odd jobs for the neighbors.”
“O…kay?” Ruby scrunches her eyebrows. “What, you didn’t want to tell her your nana sent it?”
Beth scoffs. “That money wasn’t from my nana.”
“What are you saying, Beth? I’m not following this at all.”
“I stole the money. For the dress, for the limo, for the groceries. I stole it.”
Ruby’s jaw drops open, and she blinks once, shocked. She starts to form words, then stops, starting over. “Stole it? From where?”
“Rio.”
“Rio?”
“Okay, can you stop repeating everything I say?”
“Sorry—I just—”
There’s a squeak and the bathroom door opens. A woman comes out, shaking droplets of water off her hands. She glances at Annie’s tantrum, then at Beth sitting on the bench, ignoring it.
“Sweetie, you really shouldn’t do that—” the woman starts, but Annie turns towards her and snarls.
“Stranger danger!” she yells, and the woman rolls her eyes, annoyed.
“You should stop her from doing that,” the woman sniffs at Beth, wiping her hands on her jeans. “She’s scuffing the wall.”
Ruby holds up her hand, startling the woman into silence. “We got it, okay? Mind your own beeswax.”
“Whatever,” the stranger mutters before she disappears down the hallway feeding back into the mall.
“Okay,” Ruby says when they’re alone again. “Start at the beginning. Take me through it.”
Beth exhales a long breath, and begins telling Ruby all of it—how she’d broken into Rio’s locker, how she hadn’t been planning to take the money but it had just been too easy, how she’d decided to do it again when she couldn’t come up with another way to be able to pitch for the limo or get the dress, how she figured she could get away with it because Rio had never figured it out it was her in the first place—or at least she thought he hadn’t, anyway, since he’d never confronted her. Ruby stares at her, quiet and slack-jawed the entire time. Beth feels lighter when she finally finishes the whole story, but the moment is short-lived.
“Wait. Why did you break into his locker in the first place?”
Beth feels a stone in the pit of her stomach. “What?”
“I mean, were you looking for the money? You made it sound like you hadn’t planned it, that it just happened.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Beth tucks hair behind her ear. “There was a locker sweep.”
Ruby leans forward, waiting for Beth to say the rest. When she doesn’t, Ruby says, “Excuse me?”
“There was a locker sweep,” Beth mutters, looking away at Annie, who has now wandered to the end of the hallway and posted herself in the corner in timeout.
“Are you telling me you broke into his locker to hide his drugs for him?” Ruby hisses.
“He couldn’t get caught. If he got in trouble, he’d get suspended, or worse—expelled—”
“So?”
Beth turns sharply and stares at Ruby, incredulous.
“He’s a drug dealer, Beth. And you helped him with that! Why?”
“He cares what his parents think of him,” Beth blurts. “And, I mean—I need a tutor!”
“Beth, you are not that oblivious.”
Beth rubs a hand across her cheek, trying to douse the blush blooming across her face.
“You short-circuit every time he comes up. And you get all defensive over him. And it’s not just him staring. I’ve seen the way you look at him, too.”
Beth’s quiet, her arms crossed over her chest. She digs her fingernail into her elbow. “What are you saying, Ruby?”
With a sigh, Ruby asks, “Do you like Rio?”
C&C prompts!!!!! someone is sick?? preferably someone who is a horrific patient and it's early enough in that the whole little family unit is still trying to find their footing together and the whole thing's a mess???
Attempting this challenge has been a real reminder that I am no good at short things, haha, but look! 2k isn’t too bad for me?????
(I hope you like it 😘)
Set in The Center & Circumference Universe.
(Early in the relationship, as requested ;-))
-
It goes like this:
Elizabeth sneezes.
She sneezes and it ain’t some cute little ladylike nothin’ sneeze neither. It’s some loud, fucked-up-sinus, mucous-mouthed thing that echoes around the warehouse and makes everyone stop working, and shit, even Demon looks taken aback. Rio bites his tongue, gaze sliding from him back to Elizabeth, who suddenly stands up taller to meet his look, squares her shoulders, and he has the sudden, vivid memory of Jane doing this at the foot of their bed last week.
“What?”
And yeah, Jane had said that too.
Elizabeth though, she’s got this indignant edge to her voice that means she’s getting defensive, like her hair ain’t frizzing at her sweaty temples, like her skin ain’t flushed, peaked, her eyes ain’t starting to water, and he’d known it this morning before she’d left ahead of him for school run, but okay - - maybe he’d let himself believe her. Maybe he’d let her bat those baby blues at him, let her distract him by leaving the top couple of buttons undone on her ugly floral blouse so he could see the flushed curve of her breast, let her tell him - -
Rio works his jaw, huffs out a breath.
“You said you were good.”
“I am good,” she says right away, voice a little too loud, like he won’t hear the hoarseness that way and when Rio squints at her, she flails out a wobbly hand. “It’s allergies.”
He pops an eyebrow at that.
“In July?”
Behind him, Demon snorts on a laugh, and he sees Elizabeth’s focus snap to him, her own jaw rock, the flush at her cheeks deepening. She shifts her weight, side-to-side, and that ain’t good either, because she looks halfway to wobbling too far and topplin’ over, but still, she blinks.
Takes too long to blink.
Like her eyes close and she doesn’t entirely wanna reopen them.
She does though, just enough to glare.
“Not all allergies are seasonal,” she says, and her voice cracks a little at the end, and he can see it – how much she needs to sit down, and he’s of half a mind to get her arm over his shoulder and drag her over to a seat, but also is she really tryna play him like this?
It’s the latter thought that wins out, because - - whatever. He’ll catch her if she passes out.
“So it ain’t got nothin’ to do with last week?” he asks, and shit, it’s like some game of chicken, because Elizabeth firms her look, wets her lips, tilts up her chin.
“I’d tell you if it was.”
And this has pretty clearly proven she wouldn’t, but still, Rio rolls his shoulders back, and turns on his heel, starts walking again to the meeting room in the back where they’re supposed to be hearing a pitch from some new associate, because fine, if this is what they’re doing, it ain’t no skin off his nose. And okay, maybe they set up in the meeting and he spends most of the time watching her, because her skin’s less flushed now and more paper pale, and maybe she wobbles a little in her seat as she trains glazed eyes on the kid pitchin’ them the idea for smugglin’ hormone pills to Cleveland across Lake Erie, and maybe she tries to subtly swipe at her damp forehead as she curls her hair behind her ears and maybe he can hear her swallowing coughs, and maybe he should’ve taken her home before she passed out, but, y’know, he said he’d catch her, and he did, so he can’t really be faulted for that.
*
Last week went something like this:
Danny sneezed.
Danny sneezed then Jane sneezed then Emma, Marcus, Kenny, and Rio was vaguely reminded of sitting in front of the TV and watching A Christmas Carol as a kid himself, seeing the ghost of Christmas past, present, future in symptoms across the five of them while he and Elizabeth both wrangled tissue boxes and kiddie aspirin, cough syrup and glassy eyed tears over Frozen, Frozen 2, Wreck It Ralph, Frozen, Moana, Frozen, Zooptopia, Moana, Frozen.
(He might have thrown the bluray of that fuckin’ movie out before Annie came over with extra supplies and cooingly installed Disney+ on their TV, and shit, he’s had a lot of reasons to kill her before, but they all pale in comparison).
And okay, maybe it was a thing, because they were still pretty new to all of this and Rio didn’t need to be as good at math as he was to know that handlin’ five sick kids was gonna be worse than one, but still. He doesn’t think he’ll ever feel as close to burnin’ a house down as he did tryna handle three sobbing, snuffling kids at once, and they’d gotten well and the handover had happened and he’d maybe never been happier to give a mostly-better Marcus back to Laura and see the rest of them (also mostly-better) off to Elizabeth’s dumbass ex, and piling into bed after.
Him and Elizabeth hadn’t even fucked, they’d just collapsed back onto the mattress and looked at each other.
“If you get sick, I’m leaving you.”
He can’t remember which one of them said it.
*
It goes something like this:
Elizabeth sneezes.
Elizabeth sneezes and Rio throws a tissue box at her bedridden form as he works on his laptop in the reading chair in the corner, his own legs propped up on the ottoman he’s dragged up from the living room, as he works on the specs for the associate’s Cleveland pitch.
“Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired, you know that?” she asks him, nose so blocked at this point her voice comes out somehow both hoarse and reedy, and Rio glances up at her over the top of his laptop, biting back a grin.
Thing is, she really does look like hell. The bags beneath her eyes are so purple they almost look like bruises, her skin so pale it’s almost translucent. He’d managed to get her into her favourite, ugliest pyjamas when he’d hauled her back into the house, and she looks comfy, between them and the approximately 800 blankets she’d demanded he pull out to cover her.
She’d sweat the fever out pretty quick, and he’d made awkward but proficient work of takin’ care of her – wiping her brow, feedin’ her flu medicine, and making thin, tasteless soup he somehow hadn’t managed to completely fuck up (then again, the only ingredients had been stock, salt and slivered vegetables) – and hours had gone by and she’d slept and glowered and offered frail excuses, and now - -
Well.
“Ain’t what you said last night,” he hums, clicking through the spreadsheet, and he feels more than sees Elizabeth’s eyeroll in reply.
“I said bedside manner, not - - in-bed manner,” she sniffs, before pulling out a tissue and blowing her nose, and Rio glances up at her red cheeks and wet eyelashes and grins.
“Figured what we did counted more as bed-side.”
And maybe it was semantics, but whatever. It was fun in the moment of it, rememberin’ both their toes curled in this carpet, her body bent like an L atop their sheets, ass up towards him, and - -
“Bed-over,” Elizabeth corrects, and it surprises him enough that Rio barks on a laugh, glancing up at her again, grinning when he spots the subdued but still-a-little-playful look in her eye.
“Yeah, somethin’ like that, huh?”
The look on her face is as close to affectionate as she ever gets, and he shifts a little in his seat, feels himself warm beneath it, as she flops back into their pillows, still snuffling. He can pretty much smell the sweat on them at this point, and he wonders vaguely if he can change the sheets before he slips in tonight, because shit, they are damp, and he’s spent enough time hovering over the kids’ feverishly moist beds over the last week to like the idea of somethin’ a little crisper, when Elizabeth suddenly says:
“You stayed though. So that’s - - you know. That’s some sort of bedside manner.”
His gaze darts up, takes in her pink, mottled cheeks, her crooked nose, her dimpled chin, and her voice was high. Light and airy in that way she ain’t, and there’s a knot between his shoulders when he shrugs.
“Well, we got a mortgage now,” he drawls, eyes skirting back down to the spreadsheet on his laptop screen but not taking any of the figures in.
“A big one,” Elizabeth agrees, like they don’t both know they’ve paid it outright, and Rio hums, willing her complicity in the moment of it, because fuck, if that ain’t just - -
Easier.
And he can’t really think about what that means, not really, but maybe he doesn’t have to, because suddenly Elizabeth says:
“I bet you’re terrible when you’re sick.”
Rio jerks his head up, eyebrows raised, and Elizabeth snuffles, closing her eyes briefly, shuffling back into their pillows. The air around her is thick, her body tired, slumped, but glowing with the sheen of her fevered sweat. He wets his lips, works his jaw, meets her eye.
“You’re probably like the - - the poster child for man flu,” she adds, which is a little rich comin’ from the woman who passed out halfway through a meeting. Rio arches an eyebrow back at her, and somewhere in the pocket of his jeans, his cell buzzes. Somewhere outside of here, he can hear afternoon traffic and a neighbour yell. He can hear a lot of things, but he can’t see anything that ain’t Elizabeth, awkward and beautiful and a straight up fuckin’ mess, sprawled out in their bed.
“You talk to every man who takes care of you that way, or just me, huh?”
And her head jerks at that, neck forcing at an odd angle, shoulder shoving up to suffocate the pillow against the bedhead.
“All of them,” she decides after a moment, and Rio snorts on a laugh, closing his laptop and putting it aside. The knot between his shoulders is settling, and he ain’t exactly taking in the specs anyway (he thinks the deal’s a no-go, but he figured lookin’ it over was the least he could do for the kid, given one of his potential bosses rolled out of her fuckin’ body halfway through his pitch), so he starts towards the bed, planning on folding in directly beside her, when Elizabeth shakes her head, pushing him gently away.
“No,” she says. “I’m not - - I - - ”
She’s fumbling for the words, and Rio looks at her, taking her in all over again, seeing the uncertainty not the set of her, and so he ignores her, returning her gentle shove with one of his own and lying down in their bed, and he can’t explain it. The feeling in his chest when she casts wide eyes at him.
“What?” he grunts, and she opens her mouth once, twice, says:
“I - - Dean - - ”
Her mouth clamps shut.
She stares at him, and Rio stares back, watching her mandible clench, her lips twitch, her bambi eyes blink. After a moment, she shakes her head, wriggles down in the bed.
“You’ll only have yourself to blame if you get sick.”
Rio snorts.
“Darlin’, we both know I probably already got it.”
She rolls her eyes then, but keeps wriggling down until they’re eye level again, and Rio leans over, just enough to hook a finger beneath her chin, flick it up over the dimple there, and he watches as her tired eyes glaze over or - - maybe not. Maybe they’re just overtaken somehow. By somethin’ that just makes her look at him in a way he still ain’t used to. Naked almost, open and tired and warm.
“Probably,” she agrees quietly, and she turns into him. Rio’s fingers lift from her chin to brush over her wet lips.
“’Sides,” he tells her. “Where else would I wanna sleep?”
Like they don’t have at least five other bedrooms in this house.
Like there ain’t the promise of something warmer, cleaner, fresher, safer somewhere in this house, but he don’t want it.
This is his bed.
She’s his - -
“Fine,” she says, pointedly closing her eyes, and Rio does the same, and maybe he pretends he doesn’t notice the way she shuffles – ever so slightly – closer before they both fall asleep.
*
It goes something like this:
Rio sneezes.
Rio sneezes and Elizabeth fuckin’ laughs.
-Fic Back Friday-
Criminology 101 series
A year ago today, I decided to take the plunge and write fanfiction (for the first time) for the Good Girls Fandom!
I recklessly and gleefully posted chapter after unbeta’d chapter for thirty glorious chapters of QuikGrove University.
And this fandom was kind and gracious enough to ask for more!
And I haven’t stopped since.
I am incredibly happy and thankful for everyone I’ve encountered along the way who has been so encouraging and supportive and just really really lovely.
A super special thank you to @lilliloves, @sothischickshe, @medievalraven, @hereliesbethboland and @riosnecktattoo some of this fandoms biggest supporters and who have all been amazing cheerleaders for me personally over the last year 💕
And because this is a completely self indulgent post to celebrate a completely self indulgent fic, I put together some moodboard aesthetics to celebrate!
- Annie / Beth / Ruby -
- Rio / Stan / Dean -
- College Spaces -
- Original Characters -
(a thousand thank you’s to everyone who has kudos/commented/shared/read/supported/encouraged my fics(and me). You all are ah-mazing💕💕💕)
1x02 // 1x10
I really like domestic Brio
Nine-Tenths
Read on ao3
“So – I asked you to check your sheets and you said you couldn’t find it?” She flails an accusing hand in his direction. “But you clearly did.”
“Uh huh.”
“And now it’s on your wrist.”
“You’re two for two.”
“Rio!” she starts to laugh, because why’s he being so difficult? “Just give it back to me.”
He sucks his bottom lip in to his mouth, biting down on a smile as he looks at her. Something deeply fond flickering across his face. “Nah, don’t think I will.”
Beth stands up from the bed, exasperated, crossing her arms under her chest, drawing his eyeline back down to her cleavage. Predictable. “What do you mean ‘nah’?” lowering her voice to mimic him.
It earns her a chuckle, a gruff sound as he shrugs casually. “Means I’m keepin’ it.”
Beth shakes her head and steps closer, clasping her hands together. “Look, I don’t want to break your heart here or anything - but honey, you don’t have any hair to tie back.”
for the prompt: Rio taking one of Beth’s scrunchies (hair ties) and wearing it around. Adding it to his collection of bracelets.
insp: (x)
What can a female character do without being criticized mercilessly? (insp.)
Jax & Tara ↦ Authority Vested (05x02)
“Hey, I killed a fed for you. Nothing says endless love like capital murder.”
