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sarahsmi13s · 9 months ago

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Duckie

Chapter 9

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader; bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader

characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, jake seresin, penny benjamin, serenity hart, denver miller

word count: ~10.7k (don't kill me i know the chapter lengths are all over the place, i'm sorry)

warnings: language, parental doubts, canon character deaths mentioned, drinking, thunderstorms, jake being an absolute sweetheart

a/n: i want to apologize that is has been 8 months since i have last updated the main story, i really didn't think it would take that long... but i just wanted to make sure i was proud of the chapter and i really do think i am proud of it. so thank you for your patience and i hope you enjoy 💜

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

chapter summary: a week after duckie and jake went on their "not-date" she is seriously regretting not getting jake's number before he left -- considering they haven't seen each other since. though, as fate would have it, that weekend they see each other at the beach and as duckie is walking away jake gets a push from his friends to get her number. little does he know he'll be getting much more than that from her

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It had been a hectic week since your ‘not date’ date with Jake and honestly… you were missing him. Nick was missing him too, hugging the cowboy manta ray every afternoon when he napped. You were really kicking yourself for not getting his number, you had no way of talking to him. And you both were busy, you with school stuff and softball practices and Jake with his Top Gun classes. So you just had to bet on the off chance of running into him again.

Late that Saturday morning, you and Nick were walking the beach, occasionally splashing in the surf. You wanted to tire him out so when Serenity came over later to babysit, he wasn’t too much trouble.

At some point when you had been distracted, Nick had run off without you noticing, most likely seeing something he liked or wanted.

When you do notice his absence, it’s because you don’t hear giggling and splashing. You look down next to you and panic shoots through you when you see that your son isn’t right at your feet.

“Nick? Nick! Nicky!”

Your chest heaved with your panicked breathing, thoughts running through your mind a mile and a half a minute as you shouted and ran across the beach like a mad woman – shouting for your son.

How could this happen? How could you not notice that your toddler wasn’t right next to you? What kind of mother gets that distracted that she doesn’t even hear her child run off? How did you not notice? Why didn’t you hear him? Why did you let something else pull your attention away that fast and for that long?

Maybe those middle aged mothers in the store were right? Maybe you were too young to be a decent mom… Maybe you shouldn’t–

“Han’man!”

The small, but excited voice shut your thoughts off in an instant, relief flooding your entire body as you ran in the direction you heard your son – nearly tripping over your own feet in the panic.

You spotted the classic beach volleyball court and saw Jake pick him up, looking equally as confused as he was happy.

“Nick where’s your-”

“Nicholas Jacob!” You called, adrenaline still pumping through your body.

Your son yelped a little and turned into Jake’s neck upon hearing you shout as the pilot cringed. The first and middle name? Never a good sign.

“Oooh, someone’s in trouble,” he mumbled, instinctively rubbing the child’s back in order to keep him calm.

The other aviators noticed this and gave Hangman a confused look. They were in the middle of a volleyball match and then boom a toddler’s running into the pilot's legs. And now he was comforting said child, not something they would expect from him usually.

Nick threw his arms around Jake’s neck, not turning to look at you as you ran over, sliding a little as the sand shifted under your heavy steps. “You can’t just run off like that! Do you know how worried I was?!”

The other pilots probably should have looked away, minded their own business. But now they were very intrigued as you came up to Jake as he held your son.

And by the time you got in arms reach you had calmed down slightly, trying to channel your mother to help you handle this situation.

“Nicky,” you coaxed, as you got closer and reached out to rub his back. He just buried his face into Jake’s shoulder, a small cry coming from his lips as he hugged the pilot tighter. He hates yelling, he doesn’t like it when people are mad at him. You played with his curls, knowing that he thought you were angry, “Baby, I’m not mad… You just worry me when you run off like that. You are too much like your Uncle.”

Nick looked at you finally, but still rested his head on Jake’s shoulder. His eyes were red and you sighed, knowing that he still thought you were mad. “I’m sorry I shouted, Nicky. Mama’s not mad at you. I promise.” He sniffled and reached out for you. You smiled softly and took him into your arms, then he promptly buried his face into your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, guys,” you apologized, looking around at all the pilots. “I don’t know how he got away from me.” Jake shook his head, waving it off with a flick of his wrist, “It’s okay. I was winnin’ anyway.” You laughed, bouncing Nick instinctively, “Alright, well, we’ll leave you to it.” You adjusted Nick on your hip, smiling at the men before walking away.

Jake watched you walk away before turning back to his classmates, clapping his hands together and ready to start the next match. But he was met with crossed arms and expecting looks. “Okay let’s – What?”

“You’re in so deep, Hangman,” Denver, also known as ‘Ransom’, said with a teasing scoff. “Have you gotten her number yet?”

The blond shook his head, “No but I figured she’d offer it when she was ready.” The other pilot rolled his eyes. “Seresin, since when have you ever waited for her to make the move?” Jake huffed, “She’s different. I don’t want to move too fast. I want her to know that I’m all in first.”

Denver crossed his arms, “Hangman, go ask her. Show her you’re all in. She won’t know if you don’t tell her. And I’m pretty sure she’s a little nervous to ask you. You know… given that she doesn’t know!”

Jake’s eyes widened in realization, making the brunette laugh as Jake jogged after you, “Hey, Y/N, wait up!”

You turned as he called out to you, Nicky looking up as well from his spot on your shoulder. Looking up at him as he slowed down to a stop in front of you, you tilted your head a little, “Yeah?”

He took a few deep breaths, talking with one hand as the other rested on his hip, “First I want to preface, it’s totally cool if you say no. But we’ve been getting to know each other, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

You looked at Nick then back at Jake, thinking about your response carefully. “I’ll be at the bar tonight. Come by and we’ll talk about it.”

Jake nodded, and smirked, “I look forward to it.” He ruffled Nick’s hair before going back to the group.

You smiled, eyeing him as he walked away – a little more confidence in his step as he walked up to his friend.

You know you were kicking yourself before for not getting his number, but now that he’s asked you… you were hesitant, you felt like you had a lot you needed to tell him before you took this step. Sighing a little, you adjusted Nick on your hip again and made your way back to your car.

During the drive home, Nicky was quiet and played with the shells he had found on the beach.

You knew he was still upset from when you yelled, and you knew that he didn’t quite understand why you were so worried. He was only three after all, and he had so much wonder that it was a miracle he didn’t run off to squash his curiosities more often.

He did need to understand why you had shouted and why you were so worried, it was important that he knew that.

But neither of you were ready to give nor receive that conversation. You were still thrumming with that anxiety from the 90 second eternity it took to find him and he was still upset from when you yelled at him. You just needed to wait for when you got home after you both calmed down.

When you got home, you gave Nicky his bath in near silence as you made sure all the sand was gone and he was clean of salt water.

You had thought through your side of the conversation and decided on how you were going to talk to him.

After getting him bathed and getting some comfy clothes picked out, you knelt in front of him as you helped him dry off.

“Nicky? Can we talk about what happened at the beach?”

He sniffed, nodding his head under the little shark hood of his towel.

You smiled softly at him and gave a gentle squeeze to his arms. “You know Mama isn’t angry right?” “You yelled… people yell when they’re angy…” His voice was soft and timid, he was trying not to cry again.

“Oh baby…” You tilted his head up and cupped his cheek. “Sometimes people yell when they’re angry or mad. But not all the time.” Confusion flashed over his tearfilled eyes and you sighed.

You sat back on your heels, wiping his tears away with your thumb. “People can yell for a lot of different reasons, Nick. Sometimes we yell or shout because we’re excited, we’ve done that before haven’t we? Like when you saw Hangman and shouted because you were so excited to see him.”

He nodded, using the towel to wipe his other eye as you gave him an encouraging smile.

“It all comes down to how we say something, and I know that might not make sense just yet, because you’re three, but it will and we’ll talk more about it then. But I know you don’t like yelling when people sound angry or mean, it’s loud and it can be scary, right?” He nodded again, sniffling a little, “Yeah…”

You nodded, dipping your head a little to look him in the eye. “And Mama’s sorry if she sounded angry or mean, that wasn’t my intention. But you running off like that scared me, it really really scared me. I didn’t know if you were hurt or lost.”

“But I was safe with Han’man… I was okay Mama…”

“I know that now. But in the moment I was really worried about you and I didn’t know where you had run off too. That’s why I shouted.”

You rubbed his arms, making sure to hold eye contact. “You can’t just run off like that without telling me. It makes me worried for your safety.”

The dam finally broke and Nick started sobbing. “I’m sorry Mama… I-I jus’ saw Han’man an-and wa-wanted to s-say hi…”

“I know, I know baby,” you cooed, wiping his tears as they fell. “And Mama forgives you, I know you didn’t mean to. And I know there will be times where you’re really really curious and you want to explore, but you have to tell me so I, or someone else, can make sure you’re safe. And there will be times I’m gonna yell, but I still love you okay? And I will do better to control my tone in the future.”

He sniffled and hugged you tightly, his little arms wrapping around your neck in a grip that rivaled a grown man. You smiled and adjusted your legs, crossing them before wrapping him tighter in his towel and pulling him into your lap.

You sat on his floor for a while, holding him close and rocking back and forth as you pressed kisses to the side of his head.

It wasn’t too long after that conversation that Serenity was using her spare key to come in, finding you and Nick giggling in the living room as you watched Kung Fu Panda.

“Looks like I’m missing all the fun,” she laughed, sitting her backpack down on the bar.

Nick sat up, a wide smile on his face, “Ren!” She smiled and walked over, her arms out wide for a hug, “Nicky J!” He got off the couch quickly and ran to her, hugging her with a high pitched giggle.

You smiled as you stood up, “Oh I don’t know about missing the fun, just a little late to the party.”

“Well, I guess I have some fun to catch up on,” she said as she ruffled Nicky’s curls. “And Mama can relax a little bit.”

You nodded because now that she was here you could take a shower and get ready to go to the bar. You needed the moment of solitude to collect yourself after your mild panic attack on the beach. Needed to take a second alone to let the parental mask slip and just let yourself feel.

“Yes, and I will be showering and getting ready to go to the bar. You both can finish the movie and give me the rundown when I come back.”

Serenity nodded, “You got it, we’ll take notes. Won’t we buddy?” Nicky nodded, “And we can act it out for you too!” You smiled and played with his hair, “Yes you can, and I look forward to it.” Nick giggled, running back over to climb on the couch and continue watching the movie.

You looked at the college student, brows raised as you let out a breath. She arched her eyebrow inquisitively, “Mama need me time?” You nodded, rubbing your hands on your thighs. “She needs so much me time. Had a bit of a scare at the beach and I need a minute to process it, without him two feet away… God, that sounds so bad doesn’t it?”

She shook her head, grabbing your wrist gently, “Not at all. You need space to breathe, that’s why I’m here – well, and cause I love that little man over there.” You both laughed, glancing over at the couch where Nick was zeroed in on the TV.

Her grip tightened momentarily to gain your attention again. “And you’re doing great, Y/N. Don’t ever question that.”

A rush of tears filled your eyes, a weight you hadn’t realized was sitting on your chest lifting ever so slightly and allowing you to actually breathe again. Biting your lip to keep from crying in front of your son, you hugged Serenity letting out a heavy exhale that released the obsessive thoughts that rattled in your head.

“Thank you…”

Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but your gratitude was nothing short of a scream.

Serenity rubbed your back, “And I will fight anyone that says otherwise. Even you. Understand?” She pulled back only when you did as you nodded and wiped your face. “Good,” she nodded towards your bedroom with a smile. “Now go shower.”

You nodded, squeezing her shoulder in thanks before jogging towards your room.

She smiled after you before turning to your son, clapping her hands as she walked over, “Okay Nicky, let’s make sure we get all the details for Mama.”

After your much needed shower, taking the solitary moment to breathe and let more tears fall to just release the stress, you got dressed in a pair of jeans and an old band t-shirt you had held onto from when you went through your mom’s things. And you added a black jacket because it had clouded over while you were in the shower.

And of course, Nicky gave you the rundown of what you missed of Kung Fu Panda while you got ready before going back to let you finish up.

You took a deep breath as you clasped the guitar pick necklace behind your neck, letting the engraved gold rest against your sternum. Kendall had gotten it for you for graduation, having your favorite lyric of Great Balls of Fire engraved on the front – because he indeed drove you crazy and vice versa. For Christmas, Penny went and had Kendall’s initials engraved on the back, knowing that you’d be giving the necklace to Nicky once he was old enough.

Letting the breath out and calming yourself down, you stepped out of your room and slipped your jacket on as you walked to the door. “Okay, I’m heading out. It looks like it might rain, so just call me if anything happens or you need me to come home, okay?”

Serenity nodded from her spot on the couch, popping a goldfish cracker into her mouth “Got it, go have fun.”

You squatted down and Nicky ran over to give you a hug. “Bye Mama, have fun with Han’man.” You smiled and rubbed his back, “I will. Be good for Ren okay? I won’t be back until after you go to bed, so I love you baby.” You gave him kisses all over his face, “Mwah, I love you sooo much.” He giggled and kissed your temple, “I love you too Mama.”

You shared a smile and he ran back to the couch to curl up in his corner.

“Okay, you know all the numbers Ren. If I don’t answer, call Penny or the bar. Okay, I’m gonna head out now, see if I can beat the rush of pilots that are gonna get grounded soon. I love you both, bye.”

They both waved at you as you grabbed your purse and walked out the door.

About 90 minutes and one Amarello after you arrived, you watched Jake stroll into the bar, his green eyes finding you leaning on the bar immediately despite the crowd in front of him.

“Howdy,” you greeted with a smile as he walked over and leaned on the bar next to you. “Hi, Darlin’,” he replied, grinning down at you.

You glanced around, the bar wasn’t as packed as you thought it would be, but it was still full of pilots since the surprise showers grounded their classes for the rest of the day.

You looked back at Jake, remembering his question from earlier today on the beach. As you drove over and the hour and half you had to yourself at the bar, you had tried your best to prepare your speech, get everything you needed to say in order so you didn’t fuck anything up and miscommunicate your feelings.

Sighing, you closed your eyes, recalling everything you had lined up to tell him. You didn’t look in his eyes, keeping your gaze centered on his chest, knowing his green irises would wipe your memory.

“I’m gonna be honest here Jake…”

He held up his hand, gently interrupting you, “I get it, Y/N. If you still aren’t ready for a relationship, I understand. But I still want to be a friend that you can call, whether it be just to talk to me or if you need help.”

You sighed, relief filling your chest knowing that he was willing to wait, but you still wanted, no needed, to tell him how you were feeling.

You finally looked up in his eyes, swallowing the word vomit of emotions that wanted to escape, “Jake, you have done a lot these past few weeks. You’ve taken the time not only to get to know me but to get to know Nick. That means so much to me, more than you know. And I can tell that Nick already likes you, so I can’t just let you out of our life easily.”

Jake smiled, bashfully looking down at the bar as a chuckle broke through his lips, “I try my best. And I’m a little offended that you thought getting rid of me would ever be easy.”

You rolled your eyes before continuing.

“And I do like you, Jake. I like you a lot. While you are cocky as hell, you’re sweet and a gentleman. It’s just…” You rocked on your feet, thinking of everything you needed to say but couldn’t put into words – your rehearsed lines disappearing into thin air now that Jake was here. Damn those eyes.

You hung your head, trying to see if looking away from him would help re-materialize the pre-coordinated words.

But Jake ducked his head to meet your eyes, showing you he was listening and chasing away your coherent thoughts, “It’s just what, Y/N?”

You glanced at Penny, receiving a reassuring nod from her and sending a short one back. “I’m gonna step outside really quick Pen, watch my drink?” She nodded and gave you a small, encouraging smile.

“Follow me,” you patted Jake's shoulder, and slid your hand down his arm to grab his hand.

You pulled him outside to the covered deck and leaned on the railing, taking a deep breath to inhale the scent of the rain – trying to reign in your racing thoughts.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Jake’s whiskey smooth voice asked as he leaned on the railing as well, his back facing the clouds.

You cleared your throat, dropping your head to look at the damp sand as you pieced together the puzzle of emotions and words in your head.

“My dad died when I was 4… He left my mom alone to raise 2 kids that were too much like their father. I told myself that I need to stay away from service men, definitely pilots. But you, and your perfect teeth and perfect hair, those damn green eyes…”

Jake was flattered but he could feel how this was going to end. You’d build up his ego to cushion his fall when you turned him down.

“You have become an exception to my one rule.” Okay… Jake certainly wasn’t expecting that. “A rule that I gave myself on my own. I’m just scared, Jake. Nick and I have grown so… close to you and I’m afraid–”

Jake lifted your chin, cutting you off, and quietly spoke to you, noting the thin line of tears in your water line. “Hey… I understand. But I’m a damn good pilot, I ain’t goin’ down easy.” You laughed, shaking your head fondly before smiling up at him, “There’s that ego.”

He chuckled softly, his trademark half-smile flashing a canine, “What can I say? But seriously, I will do whatever it takes to get back to you both safe. If that’s what you want.”

You nodded, stepping closer, unconsciously straightening your back to be closer to him, “I want it, I do.” You bit your lip, a shuddering breath escaping your lips.

His soft gaze hardened slightly, reading your body language, but it softened again as he tilted your chin up. “Then why are you hesitating?” You shrugged, shaking your head subtly, “I don’t know.”

You knew why, deep down you knew why you were holding back. Why you wanted to spray the butterflies in your stomach with vinegar. Your brain knew why. But your heart was pounding on your ribcage, trying to get to your brain to tell you it was okay. That you could love again, and it would all be okay.

Jake leaned down, seeing the fight in your eyes. “Is this okay?” You nodded, your breath mixing with his as you looked from his eyes to his lips and back again.

There was a soft eagerness, a puppy in those green eyes waiting to run around, bouncing as he waited for his command – a command only you could give. It was familiar but completely new at the same time. But it felt safe.

Instead of giving him the words he was looking for, you rested your hand on the side of his neck and pressed your lips to his – letting your heart take the wheel.

The kiss was soft, but it didn’t change the fact that butterflies went wild in both of your stomachs. Jake couldn’t help but smile against your lips as he cupped your jaw and tasted the hint of Amaretto on them.

You pulled away, needing to get air into your lungs but Jake chased your lips, catching them in their minty trap. It was clear he came prepared for anything, not that you minded.

Your free hand fisted in his jacket, wafting his cologne into the air – an all consuming, but not overwhelming scent.

You both finally pulled away from the chaste kiss, light headed and breathless. You stayed close, your noses brushing against each other.

“What’s gonna happen when you leave?”

Jake smirked, his breath still tickling your lips as he pulled out his phone, “Well, I’m not sure, but it’d be a hell of a lot easier with your number.” You laughed and finally looked up at him, stepping back a little to take his phone, “Smooth Lieutenant. Very smooth.”

As you and Jake held eye contact a smile settled across your face before you looked down at his phone, typing in your number and sending a text to yourself.

Jake couldn’t help the blush that darked his tanned cheeks at the sparkle of your smile that not even the rain could dim.

You weren’t like anything he’s ever seen before; a strong, single mother that did everything for the sake of her child and someone that had gone through so much at such a young age.

“You’re amazing…”

Jake hadn’t realized what he said out loud until you giggled and looked down at the deck with pink tinted cheeks.

“I said that out loud, didn't I?” He laughed at the end of his question. You nodded, “You did. But I’m flattered, so thank you.”

You messed with his jacket, “And you’re good, Lieutenant. Maybe too good to be true.”

“You’re stroking my ego, Darlin’.” You giggled and gave him a quick kiss, “I better head back in.” He grabbed your waist, “Do you have to?” “Do you want to have fun or not?” He bit his lip and you patted his chest and walked in.

He watched you walk in and shook his head. Laughing to himself he adjusted his posture and went in and straight to the pool table.

You and Jake hung out at the bar for hours after that, having the time of your life.

You danced to the music that came from the jukebox, played darts and you watched him play pool. You drank and ate, Penny keeping an eye on you both because you had to drive back home to your son and Jake did not need a hangover in the morning.

But you didn’t need the drinks to have a good time. Like right now. Jake had suggested another round of darts, but this time, you added a few spins before your throw. Almost like kids getting ready to hit a pinata at a party.

Jake grinned as he spun you around a few times. “Okay, now that you’re properly dizzy, why don’t you try and get a bullseye?”

“You’re kidding me,” you giggled as you swayed a little on your feet. “I doubt I’m gonna hit the target. I can’t hit it when I’m standing straight, what makes you think I can hit it when I’m dizzy?”

He shook his head and turned you by your shoulders to square up to the board. “Who knows, maybe you’ll be better?” You snorted as you raised the dart, “I highly doubt that.” He scoffed playfully, “Just throw the dart, Y/N.”

You giggled, “Okay okay.”

Your tongue poked out of the seam of your lips as your vision swam a bit and you lined up your shot.

Taking a few balk throws, you finally get ready to actually throw it when there is a harsh crack, followed by a loud, booming sound – loud enough to rattle the windows.

“Oh shit!”

Any attempt you had made to actually aim the dart didn’t matter, because when you jumped at the harsh thunder the dart was sent on its own journey.

You laughed at your reaction to the sudden thunder and leaned back against Jake, “I can blame that horrible throw on the thunder, right?” He looked over your shoulder, seeing the dart about a foot and a half under the board in the wall.

“You sure it was thunder?”

Your jaw dropped and you smacked his chest with the back of your hand, “That was uncalled for Seresin. But I walked into that one.” You both laughed as Jake nodded, “Yeah, I guess I can give you another shot Bradshaw.”

“Well, thank you oh so gracious Hangman,” you sassed a little as you readied another dart. “I’m actually gonna try this time.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms as he watched you repeat your process, his eyes drawn to your lips as your tongue once again pokes out.

You managed to throw the dart just as the lights flickered out.

“Are you fucking serious? The weather really doesn’t want me to hit this board,” you grumbled as you pulled your phone out to use your flashlight.

Jake did the same, him immediately shining it at the dart board.

“Look at what we have here, you actually hit the board,” he teased as he walked up to the board. “Not a bullseye, but you hit it.” You flipped your hair, “Look at me go. Mama’s still got it.”

Jake gave you a look, his face deadpanned and his brow low. You held his eyes, yours playfully squinting.

It was a standoff for about 20 seconds before you both started laughing.

“C’mon Mother Goose, let’s go to the bar,” he chuckled as he grabbed your hand gently.

You froze for a second, confused as to where he got that nickname from – forgetting it was just a nursery rhyme to everyone else at that moment.

He looked at you, frowning in concern, “Hey, sweetheart, you okay?”

You shook it off, swallowing as you nodded, “Yeah, yeah… I’m okay.”

With a furrowed brow, he stepped closer, tilting your chin up with a crooked finger, “You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”

His light tease pulled you back fully.

“N-No, I’m fine, it’s okay,” you said softly as you shook your head. He cupped your cheek, “Are you sure?” You nodded, “Yeah, yeah, just thought of Nicky… He’s not the best with storms sometimes.”

“Do you wanna check in on him? Make sure he’s doing okay? Especially now that the power’s out.”

You chewed on your lip, your thumb and pinky tapping rhythmically on your thigh. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

Jake nodded, “Of course it is! That’s your baby, do not question if it’s okay. It’s always okay.” You immediately open your contacts, “Thank you.”

He smiled, squeezing your hand, “I’ll be at the bar when you’re ready, if you gotta go home, that’s okay.”

You gave him a smile and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as your phone rang, waiting for Serenity to pick up.

Jake nodded again before going over to the bar.

Penny and Jimmy were turning on battery powered lanterns and setting them up around the bar.

“You guys need some help?” Jake offered as he leaned on the bar.

She looked up at him as she sat a lantern down on the bar, “You don’t think you could get the power back on, could ya?”

Jake laughed lightly, “If my call sign was Sparky, I might be able to give it a shot. Unfortunately, it’s not.” Penny shook her head with a laugh, “It’s alright Hangman, once we get these set up, we’ll hopefully get the generator up and running.”

He nodded, “In the meantime, I’ll take two waters, if you can spare them.” She nodded with a smile, “Coming right up.”

As she got the bottles out of the ice bucket she prepped after looking at the forecast, you came over after finishing up your call.

You sighed a little as you sat down.

“Hey,” Jake greeted as he rubbed your knee. “How’s the little man holdin’ up? He alright?” You nodded, smiling as you rested your hand on his, “Yeah, Serenity said he was snuggled up on the couch with his turtle and his manta ray, watching movies with plenty of goldfish crackers.”

Penny popped up, “You have power?”

“Nope,” you laughed a little awkwardly. “He’s watching it on Serenity’s laptop. Which I told her she didn’t have to let him do that. She’s got stuff to do for summer classes but mine was dead. I just hope she doesn’t get behind.”

She gave you your water, “She’s a good kid, I’m sure she’ll be okay for one night.” You nodded and sipped your drink, “Yeah.”

You looked around noticing that everyone started to mellow out since the place was practically pitch black – save for the lanterns.

“Man… seems the lights weren’t the only thing the storm took out. How long until the generator is up and running?” You asked, leaning on the bar.

Penny shrugged, “I don’t know. It depends, we haven’t used it in a few years. It shouldn’t take too long, I think Jimmy checked on it after the clouds rolled in and the forecast changed.”

You nodded and looked around, “Well, maybe some live music can hold everyone over until then.” Penny and Jake furrowed their brows as you grabbed a lantern and went over to the piano.

“What? Did you seriously think that Bradley was the only one of my father’s kids that could play? C’mon now Penny, you should know better than that,” you teased with a playful wink over your shoulder.

Jake furrowed his brow, “Have you been holding out on me Mother Goose?” His tone was entirely playful as he came over to piano with his phone flashlight on as a fresh toothpick hung from his lips.

Penny blinked and looked up, a rush of nostalgia hitting her, “Wait did you just call her ‘Mother Goose’?” Jake looked up at her and nodded as he rolled the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, “Yes ma’am I did.” She nodded and glanced at you as she wiped down the bar, “And um… w-where did that nickname come from?”

He shrugged, “She’s got a little duck on her keychain and she’s a mama. Just kinda makes sense, I guess. Why do you ask?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little as you tapped the keys.

“Oh I was just-” Penny started but you cut her off gently.

“Goose was my dad’s call sign, Jake. A lot of his friends from the Academy and flight school called him ‘Mother Goose’,” you said, emotion present in your voice but you weren’t sad.

Jake stumbled over his words a little, “Oh I-I had no idea. I can stop if you w-want me too.”

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you looked up at him, “No no, it’s okay Jake. It definitely shocked me when you called me that earlier, but it’s… nice.”

He smiled back at you and sat down, “I’ll call you whatever you want, Darlin’.”

A giggle slipped past your lips and you were now thankful that the poor lighting hid the blush on your cheeks as you tested more keys.

You took a breath and readied your fingers on the right keys, “Okay okay, let’s get these people fired up.”

Jake arched his brow but then you played the opening notes to a song he heard non-stop in flight school when the class went out to a bar.

“Jerry Lee Lewis? You really are Bradshaw’s sister,” he laughed, gently nudging your shoulder but not so much as to mess you up.

You just rolled your eyes before jumping into the song. “~You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!~”

Jake chuckled as people in the bar began to cheer, a few patrons jumping in to sing with you. He looked around, seeing that the flashlights on phones had been turned on and everyone’s moods seemed to flip on dime.

“~You broke my will! Oh what a thrill!~”

“~Goodness gracious great balls of fire!~”

His eyes landed back on you, watching you play the piano like he had only ever seen your brother play. It was lively, bringing an energy to the bar that got zapped out with the electricity. Almost as if the lightning hit you and you soaked up all the energy in the bar, and now you were returning it when it was needed.

He felt himself singing along, unable to escape the way that your infectious voice seemed to latch on to everyone that heard it.

Jake had always fought the urge to ‘feel the music’ when it was your brother. Be the one person in the bar unaffected by him. But here with you, he didn’t fight. He didn’t want to fight it. And he was unashamed to be sitting next to you on that piano bench, singing a song that you were sure your brother had played to death.

He saw you smile at him when you noticed it, feeding off of his energy just as much as he was feeding off of yours.

You found yourself looking only at him to see if he was enjoying himself, using him as a reference point for how the rest of the bar was feeling. That your attempt at entertainment was working.

It felt good to see everyone having fun because of you.

Now you could understand why your dad and Bradley did this so often.

Your smile never left your face as you continued to sing, though you hated how the song was coming to an end so soon.

Jake met your eyes as you started the last verse, his smiling matching yours.

“~I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs!~”

“~Real nervous but it sure is fun!~”

He watched your eyes light up as he sang the words back to you and the blush crawled up your neck. You clearly weren’t expecting him to sing that line to you – telling you how you made him feel through the song.

So, he continued to look at you, holding eye contact as he sang through a wide, infectious smile, using the lyrics to convey what he had trouble putting into words once again.

“~Come on, baby! You’re drivin’ me crazy!~”

His heart fluttered when you seemed like you were at a loss for words, despite them already being written for you – all you could do was smile as your muscle memory continued to play.

“~Goodness, gracious! Great balls of fire!~”

You played the last string of notes, your face dangerously close to Jake’s as the soft glow of the lanterns and phone flashlights illuminated his features almost angelically, the lights creating a halo around him and blurring the crowd like a camera focusing in on the subject of its image. His green eyes, though casted in a shadow, twinkled softly as he looked your face over like you were the only thing in the room – and to him, you were.

He was seeing the same thing. The blues of LEDs and the yellow of the lanterns created a harsh but gorgeous contrast on your face as your chest heaved when you attempted to catch your breath and the light sheen of sweat made your skin shine in a way he never thought about before. Your eyes were illuminated, but they held a shine of their own when you looked him over.

The cheers behind him all melded into one sound, one that Jake could confuse for his own heartbeat if it wasn’t pounding against his ribcage.

There was no hesitation this time as he pulled you close by the nape of your neck and pressed his lips to yours with breathless passion.

Your outside hand fisted in his Henley shirt, the fabric warm but a little rough under your fingertips. His heart was thumping rhythmically against your knuckles, giving the butterflies in your stomach a beat to dance to.

His hand moved down to the side of your neck, his thumb finding your pulse point. The sensation of your heartbeat under his fingertips was mesmerizing.

The kiss felt both like an eternity and not long enough when you finally pulled away, both of your lips damp and as your breath mixed as your foreheads rested against each other.

Around you, the crowd was still buzzing with energy, talking to each other as they started mingling again.

But you and Jake couldn’t hear them, not when you're so consumed with one another right there on the piano bench. You were in your own little world, a small sanctuary in the middle of the bar. Just you and him.

Smiling, you can’t stop the giggle from escaping as you try to smooth out where you had gripped his shirt. “That was um…”

“Electrifying?” Jake offered, his dimple appearing as he smirked playfully.

“That’s one way to put it, yeah,” you said with a light, slightly breathless laugh.

He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something else, but the overhead lights flickered for a split second before they stayed steady and the sound of the jukebox started up again.

You both sat up straight, looking around the bar as the patrons started back up in their games they abandoned.

“Would you look at that – one song and you managed to light up the whole bar, literally,” Jake said as he looked from his surroundings and then back to you, taking in how you smiled at everyone having fun again.

You hummed, turning your head with a playful glint in your eye, “Well, thank goodness it was only one song. I don’t know if I could’ve played another one. Unless Twinkle Twinkle Little Star counts.”

Jake laughed as he stood up, offering you a hand to pull you to your feet. “Well, if Nick was here, I’m pretty sure he would have a blast if you played that.”

“Oh, yeah, he definitely would,” you said with a laugh as you pushed some hair out of your face. “Another drink?”

He nodded, fluffing his shirt a little. “I can go for another.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bar, “Penny!”

After you got your drinks, you and Jake went to a booth by the windows.

“That was really impressive, Y/N. I knew Rooster was good, but he’s not that good,” Jake complimented as he sipped his fresh beer. The bitter liquid soothed his throat, his voice a little raw after singing.

You shrugged and sipped your Amaretto, the warm liquid warming you up from the chill of the rain outside. “I don’t know about that. He’s been playing since he was little. I started getting into piano in, like, middle school. And then in college I um.. I picked up a little guitar.”

Jake watched you bite your lip, your nails tapping against the glass of your drink. He wasn’t entirely sure what caused that far off look to appear in your eyes, a fogginess he wasn’t familiar with. But one thing he did recognize was that flicker of love, a shine of longing and admiration peaking through the fog – like a lighthouse on the shore.

He didn’t know much about Kendall, just what you had told him. He knew that you had met in college, you had been friends before you began dating, and that Kendall played the guitar – his favorite one tucked into the corner of Nick’s bedroom.

You cleared your throat, blinking the fogginess away and pulling Jake out of his thoughts.

You rubbed your hands on your jeans before resting your elbows on the table to talk with your hands, desperate to keep the conversation flowing.

“But like I was saying, Brad and I are very different when it comes to singing and playing the piano. He definitely channels our dad a little more than I do.”

He chuckled and leaned forward, resting his upper body on his forearms, “Well, I think I’m a little biased when it comes to that. But don’t sell yourself short, Darlin’, you put on quite the performance.” He added an unnecessary wink, but it didn’t stop you from smiling and looking at the table to hide your blush.

You lifted your head and smiled at him, sniffling just a little. “Thank you, Jake. That means a lot.”

Jake reached over and squeezed your hand, “Anytime.” He cleared his throat, “If you don’t mind me asking, that song clearly means a lot to you and Rooster, why-why is that?”

Tears stung your eyes a bit, again, but your smile didn’t falter. “Our dad, he um… he played it all the time. And I mean all the time. I’m surprised our mother stayed sane.” Jake reached up and wiped a tear that slipped through. You leaned into his warm palm slightly, as you continued.

“One of our last memories with him was sitting at the piano as he sang that song. Our mom in his lap singing with him without a care in the world about who was watching…” Your voice was a little heavier as you neared the end of your sentence, the memory making you a little emotional.

He smiled and squeezed your hand again, his thumb rubbing your knuckles, “That’s beautiful.” You gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand back.

“Can I show you something?” He asked softly, not wanting to disturb the moment too much.

You nodded and sat up a little straighter, wiping your eyes as you spoke, “Of course.”

Jake nodded his head towards the window and your eyes followed the direction.

The glass was a little foggy, sweating as the cold temperature of the rain was meeting the warm air of the bar and the glass acting like a mediator between the two.

Your brow furrowed in immediate confusion though you weren’t going to question Jake just yet. There was certainly much more to it.

And he proved your suspicions by bringing his finger up to draw in the condensation.

It was a quick drawing, a simple sun with a smiley face and a little heart next to it. But the look on Jake’s face told you it was so much more than just a little doodle on a window.

“That’s really cute Jake,” you said softly, as you smile at him.

His grin widened and he shifted in his seat. “When I was little, I was never good with storms. My sister was even worse. She was scared and I was upset because I couldn’t go play in the rain.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up when he said that, the picture of a young Jake pouting in his room as he watched the rain out of his window in your head – he definitely picked out two droplets to race against each other, maybe even him and his sister picked one and had a competition.

He just smiled at you before continuing.

“My grandma and my mom had this routine with us where they would have us by the bay window in the living room and we would draw in the condensation. And I, of course, rubbed my wet hand on my sister’s face,” he said with a small chuckle.

“That I’m definitely not surprised by. Bradley pestered me too, still does, it’s a brother thing.”

Jake nodded, “Oh yeah, for sure. But aside from that, there was a purpose to why my mom and grandma had us do this. Because as you can see now-” He pointed to the drawing, seeing that it was already dripping and disappearing, more condensation taking its place. “-it’s already going away.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. You still weren’t exactly sure where Jake was going, but it was clear this was something he held onto and cherished. Especially for him to bring it up now, years later. Plus, he had you roped in now, you were invested in this little smiling sun.

“The whole point of drawing in the fog was because it doesn’t last forever, and neither would the storm outside. Or any storm, really. As I got older, we stopped the window drawings, but my mom kept it up with us for little things. Like when my sister was going through a break up, she drew a sun with a little heart on a note and put it in her backpack. I can bet you that she still has every note, because I know I do.”

Tears pricked your eyes a little bit, “That’s really really beautiful, Jake. Your mom and grandma sound like very wise women.”

Jake nodded, a proud smile pulling at his lips, “They are, I’m lucky to have them.”

You mirrored his smile and you both went back to conversing with each other, planning out ideas for your next ‘not’ date.

“There’s so much to do here, so much it’s like there’s nothing,” you said, laughing as you sipped your drink.

You had listed off a lot of places to go nearby and all the things you could do together, but it all sounded so fun that you were having trouble deciding.

Jake nodded, rubbing his face a little as he laughed, “Yeah, seems like it.” He glanced around, noticing a pool table nearby. “Hey, how about we think on it some more later and just play a game of pool?”

You hummed a little and glanced over your shoulder at the pool table.

A sly smile came over your face as an idea popped into your mind.

You turned back to face him, biting your lip a little, “I um… wow this is embarrassing, I haven’t really ever played pool before.”

Jake squinted at you, almost analyzing you to see if you were just fucking with him. But you just played it up by hiding your face in your hands, hiding the grin that you knew would give you away if he spotted it.

“You’re serious? You’ve never played pool before?”

His tone was inquisitive, but it also had a laugh behind it that he was hiding as best he could and it almost had you laughing.

“No no, I have played before. But it’s just been too long. Last time I played it was maybe 10 years ago when I was in high school, and I was awful.”

Jake’s laugh finally broke through at that.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” You whined, holding back giggles of your own.

He nodded, trying to stop himself by clearing his throat. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s not funny. It’s… it’s kinda sad actually.”

You dropped your jaw and reached over the table to swat at his shoulder. “Oh shut up!”

He chuckled as he dodged your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile as the corners of his eyes crinkled and his dimples poked through. “Okay okay, I’m sorry. But c'mon let’s play at least one game,” he proposed as he slid out of the booth and stood. He offered you his hand, a wink accompanying his next words, “And I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

You rolled your eyes and took his hand, “Fine, one game.”

A victorious grin crossed Jake’s face as he pulled you to your feet, squeezing your hand as he turned and pulled you to the table. Your lips pulled up in a similar fashion as you stumbled a little when he drug you behind him.

“Okay,” he said as he came to stop at the pool table. “I don’t have to explain the rules, do I?” His brow arched with his question, only using it to further his teasing. You rolled your eyes, hand going on your hip, “No, I know that much, Seresin.” The sass in your tone made Jake laugh, “Alright, Bradshaw, let’s play.”

You nodded and grabbed the two pool cues, “Let’s.”

He chuckled and shook his head playfully as he quickly racked the pool balls. Once they were all in order, he took the triangle off and tossed it on a table as he walked over to you.

His fingers wrapped around the taller cue, his warm hand encapsulating yours.

How had you not realized how large his hand was until now?

“Y/N?”

You shook your head, not having realized that you froze, “Oh um, sorry, sorry.” You let go of the pool cue, clearing your throat as you pushed some hair behind your ear. He chuckled at your sudden shyness, “It’s alright, darlin’. It’s cute when you get all blushy.” You huffed, though a smile pulled at your lips as you shoved his shoulder.

Jake laughed and held his hands up in defense, only slightly jostled by your shove. He gestured to the table and grabbed the cue ball, “Okay, okay, you wanna break?” He punctuated his question by putting the ball on the table with a *clack*.

You bit your lip, still feigning nervousness as best you could. You nodded and walked around to the end of the table beside him.

Tossing the cue up and catching it lower, you leaned over and nearly fell into muscle memory – letting the end come down and rest easy in the dip between your thumb and pointer finger.

You rolled your shoulders a little bit, moving your hand much lower on the stick so you would have less control of the cue. You relaxed your shoulders, letting them drop as your right hand tightened its grip. The maple cue rested on the walnut of the table, using it as the support for the middle of the stick.

Jake tilted his head, taking in your posture. It was… unconventional, and maybe a little awkward. But he wasn’t going to step in just yet, because maybe that stance just worked for you. And the look of concentration on your face was just too cute for him to interrupt.

Much like earlier at the dart board, your brow furrowed and your tongue poked out from between your lips. Jake grinned at the sight, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Nick made the same face when he focused on something. Like if his nose crinkled like yours did when he colored or if he stuck his tongue out when he did a puzzle.

Then his mind wandered a little further.

The image of a little girl appeared in his head, basically a clone of you in your lap as you sat at the piano. You guiding her hand along the keys, then having her repeat the order on her own. Her tongue sticking out as she tries to remember.

But before he can fantasize any longer, he shakes himself out of it once you take your shot.

He watched the tip of the cue whiff the ball as the butt nearly became perpendicular to the floor. “Woah there!”

You covered your mouth with your hand, doing your best to feign embarrassment at your ‘failure’. “Oh.. my.. gosh.. I can’t believe that just happened,” you snorted, laughing at yourself as you looked up at the ceiling, hoping that a blush was covering your cheeks to really sell it.

Jake came over to stand next to you, chuckling just a little. “So um… is that how you held it in high school?” He leaned against the table, the cue snug against his side as he crossed his arms, looking down at his boots as he crossed his ankles before looking up at your profile.

You swallowed as you kept your eyes on the ceiling, and Jake couldn’t help but watch the column of your throat move with the action.

Sighing, you looked at him, “I mean, kinda, like I said, it’s been awhile. But that felt so wrong.” You looked away from him and focused on your cue. “And now I’m embarrassed… because you just saw that.”

He sighed gently, a smile pulling at his lips. While you were embarrassed, he couldn’t help but admire the blush on your skin. He didn’t like the reason, because you shouldn’t be embarrassed, but you looked cute.

He reached out and turned your head to face him, smiling softly at you. “Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It happens, and I guarantee that is not the worst shot I’ve seen.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

He sighed and propped his cue against the wall, “C’mere.” He adjusted the cue ball again and gently pulled you to him when you hesitated to move closer. “I don’t bite, unless you ask,” he whispered the last half of that in your ear, his accent slightly thicker as you felt his lips curl into a smile against the lobe of your ear.

His warm breath raised goosebumps on the skin of your neck, a shiver going down the nerves of your spine. He chuckled, his chest rumbling against your shoulder and making you giggle as a genuine flush covered your face and neck.

“Okay,” Jake said, turning you gently so your back settled against his chest. His hand rested on your hip and everything just felt right. Both of you slotted together like a puzzle piece, it was comfortable.

He looked down at you, “Am I too close?”

Your head shook almost embarrassingly quickly. If anything he wasn’t close enough.

“No no, you’re okay.”

He nodded, smiling at you, “Alright, just let me know, okay?” You swallowed, nodding back, “I will.”

“Alright, now, I’m gonna show you how to properly hold a pool stick. Do what you were doing before.”

You nodded, bending back over and mimicking the stance you had done previously.

Jake looked at you gaging what to adjust. “Okay, so one issue is, your back hand is too low. Don’t shake hands with the bumper.” He took your wrist and tried to slide your hand up but it barely moved. “And you don’t need a death grip on it, it’s not going anywhere unless you move it.” You nodded and relaxed your grip to let him adjust your hand placement.

He moved it to about the middle of the weight and watched your guiding hand adjust itself to a bit more of a natural position.

Smiling, he glanced down at you, “There we go, how does that feel?” You nodded, “A lot better, definitely more comfortable.”

“Perfect, and that’s how you know you’re doing it right. Before you were uncomfortable and it threw off your control. You guide the cue, it doesn’t guide you.”

You snorted a little, hanging your head as you laughed, “You sound like a therapist, or a yoga instructor.” Jake laughed along with you, “Unfortunately I’m neither of those. Not qualified nor flexible enough.”

You arched a brow and looked at him over your shoulder, a cheeky smile on your lips, “Not flexible enough? Oh, that’s a shame.” His eyebrows raised, almost as if he was sizing up a challenge, “Oh is it now? I mean, I’m sure with enough stretching, I’ll be good to go.”

You laughed before shaking your head, “Okay okay, let’s stay on task, Lieutenant, yeah?”

“Right, right, of course.”

Jake cleared his throat as his fingers wrapped around your shoulders, “Okay, being relaxed is fine. But you’re too loose and that makes it awkward.” He slowly pulled them out from their slouched position, straightening your back a little in the process. “That’s better.”

You swallowed a little, the heat of his chest against your back making you both nervous and excited.

“Do you feel more in control?” You nodded at his question, not trusting your voice to be steady. “Good, now, let’s test this.”

Worry shot through you for a moment, afraid he might step back and let you do this on your own – squashing the mini fantasy that you created.

But your worry was smothered when Jake adjusted his own stance, his knees nudging the backs of your thighs. His right hand encased your own as his left hand acted as a stand for yours – keeping your guiding hand steady.

“Loosen your grip, Duckie. It’s not gonna change your power. In pool, the speed determines the power.”

Jake’s voice was steady, but it was raspy as he spoke in your ear again. His breath fanned along your ear lobe and your jaw, raising goosebumps once again.

He felt your wrist and hand relax a little, and he just hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating against your back.

“Alright, there we go. Now, all you gotta do is bring it back and–”

His sentence fell short as the felt tip collided with the cue ball and he felt a vibrating sensation against his hip.

“See? So much better. And now, if that’s your phone in your pocket, I think you’re getting a call.”

He stepped back and let you stand straight as you pulled your phone out.

Your heart dropped slightly when you saw Serenity’s contact flash across your screen.

Did something happen to Nick? Was he okay? Did something happen to the house? What went wrong?

Jake must have noticed that your face changed on dime, because his face fell into one of concern. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

Was it Serenity? Was it Bradley? Was it a chaplain? Or hell an NCIS agent?

“It’s Serenity,” you said as you pressed the green answer button and brought the phone to your ear. “Hey Ren, what’s up?”

Jake sighed in relief, his worst thoughts going off to the wayside in favor of just worried thoughts.

You brought your hand up, chewing on the edges of your nails as she spoke.

“Hey, Y/N, everything’s okay–”

Jake watched your body visibly relax, your hand rubbing at your mouth much like he’d seen Bradley do when he was stressed.

“Nicky’s okay? Nothing’s on fire?”

“No, nothing’s on fire. But Nicky is not wanting to go to bed without you here. I think it's the rain, the storm I should say. He doesn’t want to go to his room. Won’t even get up off the couch.”

You sighed but nodded, “Okay, I’ll be there in a little bit. Get his turtle and his manta ray, then get my body spray and lightly spritz a blanket and let him curl up on the couch until I get there.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I know you wanted to have a fun night out… I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m glad you called. I’ll be home in a little bit.”

You hung up and looked at Jake, “I’m so sorry, Jake. Nicky is–”

He held his hand up, “Nope, no apologies, go be with your baby. We can meet up later. Tell Nicky I said ‘hi’.”

Your heart skipped a few beats as you smiled at him. He smiled back and nodded towards the front door, “Now go Mother Goose, you got a duckling waiting on you.”

The look in his eyes was nothing short of fond, the yellow overhead lighting making his eyes a comforting shade of green.

He wasn’t upset at all, no disdain for your sudden departure on his features. Was he disappointed? Yeah, but you were always going to be a mother first. He couldn’t and would never get in the way of that, or try to change it.

You hugged him, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist in reciprocation.

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek in thanks as you pulled away from the hug. “You don’t have to thank me, Darlin’. Just text me or call me when you get home safe, okay?” He said with a smile, gently squeezing your shoulders.

You nodded, matching his smile, “Of course, as long as you do the same?” He winked, “You got it.”

He grabbed your purse for you, “Drive safe, Sweetheart.” You nodded, “I will. Bye Jake.” “Bye Y/N.”

You smiled at him again before going over to the bar, patting the top with the palm of your hand. You opened your mouth to get Penny’s attention but she was already smiling at you. “Heading out?” Your head tilted as you nodded, “Yeah, how’d you know?” She shrugged, nodding down to the bag hanging off your shoulder, “Lucky guess.”

Chuckling, you pulled your wallet out, “Nicky won’t go to bed, the storm is keeping him up.” You pulled out a fifty, “For my drinks and Jake’s, the rest is your tip.” Penny shook her head, pushing the money back towards you, “That’s way too much, Duckie. 25 is plenty. Plus, Jake’s tab is open and your drinks are on it.”

“Penny Benjamin–”

“Y/N Bradshaw, don’t argue and go home to your son,” Penny pointed to the door to punctuate her order, the damp towel swaying slightly from her movement.

Huffing out a ‘fine’, you put the fifty away and put a ten on the bar, “I’m still tipping you, because I love you. Not as much as you deserve, but you’re gonna fight me on it.” She smiled gratefully at you, taking the bill, “Thank you, now go home. Text me when you get there.”

You patted the bar again, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll see you later, don’t let Jake get too drunk.”

With that you walked to the door, though Penny stopped you with a shout.

“That was an Oscar worthy performance by the way!”

You rolled your eyes, waving to her as you slipped your jacket on, “Bye Penny!”

phew!

that was a long one huh? but hey, we finally got a kiss! they kissed!! and before hand we got a little peak into duckie's insecurities as a mom. though we can all agree she's pretty great right?

i hope you guys liked this chapter and are ready to see where the next chapter takes duckie, nicky, and jake!

hi darlings i know it's been a long time, too long, but like i said before -- i wanted to make sure this was a chapter i was proud of and lately my creative battery just wouldn't behave and it's been hard to write and like what i write. but i think... i think i did it here.

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lowkeyrobin · 6 months ago

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hiiii, i was wondering if you could write headcannons about dating aryan simhadri? thank you sooo much!! ☺️

yeah sure!! ; thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy ; also pre-writing me, so excited to write for him 🙏 ; also I apologize that this is so short, just didn't have many ideas and I was just following thr format I usually do for dating stuff w real ppl idk

ARYAN SIMHADRI ; dating shenanigans

summary ; dating stuff with aryan

warnings ; language

word count ; 309

masterlist

he's so sweet

little romancer

he loves giving you flowers, no matter the occasion

also loves taking you on walks/hikes

tiktoks go crazy

the laughter never ends, whether it being him trying to make you feel better or just doing/saying stupid shit

people edit you constantly

it's either baby by me or some cute aesthetic song 💔💔

couple of the century

you met at a grocery store which you worked at

he couldn't find something and had to ask you where it was

you lead him through the store to show him where it was and gave him a smile

love at first sight

he started going in more in hopes he'd see you

you didn't remember him the first few times but something actually made you remember who he was

"haven't I helped you find things around this store multiple times? also soap isn't hard to find..."

"uh, yeah. just wanted to see you again"

"that's freaky"

you became friends after that, took a couple months to get contact info out of you though

he wasn't a freak though, thank god

he was obviously the first to confess

he took you out to go rollerskating

and on the rink he just came clean

and you gave him a little peck on the cheek before skating away

and he chased after you

"oh, youre following me again?..."

"Y/n!"

he's kinda iffy on pda like 5/6 out of 10

he'll hold your hand and give you kisses or sling an arm around you but that's it

he's not the jealous type either

there's no reason let's be so honest

you're happy w him

healthy mutual trust on both ends

like why would you leave each other???

finally some songs to match your relationship!

orange show speedway ; lizzy mcalpine

wonderwall ; oasis

suga suga ; baby bash & frankie j

500lbs ; lil tecca

work song ; hozier

nfwmb ; hozier

speakers ; alec benjamin

million dollar baby ; tommy richman

different kind of beautiful ; alec benjamin

12 notes ; alec benjamin

#lowkeyrobin #aryan simhadri x reader #grover underwood x reader #pjo x reader #pjo x gn reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #aryan simhadri #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #actor x reader

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gorgeouslypink · 2 years ago

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ARE YOU TIRED OF NOT ENTERING THE VOID? DO YOU WANT A VERY EASY, ALMOST GUARANTEED METHOD TO ENTER?

Well let me tell you my story. My name is Rarin and I have been in the community for more than a year and I have tried everything and struggled and given up many times but always found my way back because bad situations.

Last night I entered the void state and it was by the easiest method I've ever tried. Basically all I did was play this video: https://youtu.be/22vOkSWiNwQ and fall asleep. Now you can read through thr comment sections and everyone seemed to get lucid dreams every time they played this. Don't worry the music isn't too jarring or anything like that either.

Anyways I played it and was falling asleep. I didn't even affirm for the void or anything, I was just thinking about a anime I watched (gorgeous I know u like anime, you should check out ice guy and his cool female colleague). Anyways I gained awareness and I was in the void but I wasn't sure so I just affirmed for a few minutes and nothing really changed so I just affirmed for my desired face and to always wake up in the void and I woke up with my desired face and tonight I know I'm going to wake up in thr void and I can manifest the rest of everything.

This is literally the easiest method ever and you're guaranteed to get atleast something, if it's a lucid dream, make sure you're doing finger taps or something regularly and then make a portal or something for the void. If you end up in sleep paralysis, make sure to affirm and get into the void. And if you just end up straight in the void like me, make sire to affirm ur desires.

I am literally so happy right now and gorgeous I just wanted to thank u for all your help. You were honestly the only blogger I followed and all your advice helped me so much. I cant believe i have my desired face, i look so cute. I love you ❤️

Hi love!! WOW!!! Congratulations Rarin, I'm so happy for you. And I think your ask is so cute, the way you made into like a post almost. I will check out that anime and thank you for your kind words, I'm really happy for you and thank you for sharing your method will everyone 💗

#void success #void state

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 year ago

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A Sherlock Holmes story... Y/n Y/l/n unintentionally proves to the great Detective that soul mates are real.

A Chance Encounter... Part 1

You hummed a happy little melody to yourself as you breathed in the intoxicating scent of your recently purchased flowers. Flowers always made you smile, so this morning you decided you would treat yourself. You were so busy thinking of the perfect place to put the flowers, that you didn't hear the commotion coming up behind you as you began to cross the road.

"STOP!"

A startled scream left you as a man grabbed you from behind and dragged you backwards, tossing you into the middle of the road like you were a sack of rubbish before darting off in the opposite direction.

Eventhough the market street was busy, no one offered to help you up. Typical London, you thought as you sat in the mud. Everyone far too busy to be polite... except for one.

"Miss?" You raised your head and looked up into a pair piercing blue eyes. For a moment you were stund into silence as you stared at the man crouched before you. His unruly curls falling forwards as he stared back at you. He hesitated for a moment before carefully brushing some of your own hair backwards from your face. "Are you harmed?" He asked, his tone filled with concern and his brow furrowed, giving your face a once over. "I must apologise, this was entirely my fault."

"I-" You looked down at where your hands still rested on the ground and nodded. "I'm... Bleeding." You whispered, raising your grazed palms that were covered in mud and gravel.

The man looked down at your hands and let out a frustrated sigh, "Oh dear, I truly am sorry for causing you pain... For, bruising such a... Beautiful flower." He offered you a soft, yet shy smile as he brushed a splattering of mud from your cheek.

You lowered your face to hide your blush. "It's quite alright. You weren't the oaf that did this." You scrunched your face up in annoyance.

The man chuckled softly, certain you were the cutest little thing he'd ever seen. "No, but I was chasing the oaf." He smiled warmly as he held his hands out to you. "Detective Sherlock Holmes." Of course, you thought as you took his hands and allowed him to help you up.

"Y/n Y/l/n." You smiled. You looked down at the state of your clothing and the mess your flowers had made. "Oh heavens, my father will have a heart attack wondering what happened... And what a mess." You pouted.

Sherlock waved his hand, "Food for the horse." He reasured you. "And, allow me to patch you up before escorting you home. Perhaps I can put your father at ease if I explain what unfortunately happened to you because of my doing."

You smiled, "That's awfully kind, Detective but I'm sure you're far too busy for that." You whispered.

Sherlock shook his head. "Never too busy to help a beautiful flower," He smiled at you. "And this was my fault..." He held his arm out to you. "My home isn't too far. I have the necessary supplies there to fix you up, I assure you."

You considered his words for moment, looking down at your grazed hands before nodding. "Thank you, Detective." You smiled politely at him and slipped your arm through his. "Would it be awfully rude of me to ask, what was your reason for chasing that man in the first place?" You asked him.

Sherlock hummed, "Not at all. I do owe you an explanation as to why you were caught up in the whole ordeal..." He stopped a passing carriage and opened the door for you. He helped you inside before joining you and closing the door after him.

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After a short carriage ride and an awkward walk past Sherlock's landlady (whom wasn't best pleased with him), you entered Sherlock's extremely hectic flat, a small smile curling at your lips as he guided you over to the chaise lounge. He took your coat and told you to make yourself comfortable as he gathered the necessary items to clean your grazed palms.

You could hear Sherlock at the other end of thr flat, clanging around and muttering to himself making you smile. You took the opportunity to take in Sherlock's home. To say he was well put together in his appearance, his home wasn't the same, but you guess with a mind as busy as his, he didn't have time to keep things in order.

You looked down at the papers that sat on top of the table close to where you sat, spotting something interesting. You stood up and walked over, picking up what was a police report for a recent murder down by the dock. Your father had mentioned the murder to you a few days ago. You also picked up a picture of a young man, he couldn't have been any older than twenty or so.

"That young man is the reason for your grazed palms." Sherlock said over your shoulder startling you. A smile curled at his lips, "My apologies."

You shook your head, "No, it's quite alright," You took a deep breath and let out a small giggle. "I was the one being nosy."

Sherlock hummed, "I don't call it being, nosy." He grabbed the chair that sat beside his desk and placed it in front of the chaise lounge as you took a seat.

"What do you call it?" You asked looking up at him.

"Human nature." He sat down. "It's in our nature to know things. You saw something interesting and you wanted to know more. It's only natural."

You nodded, "I guess you're right." You looked over to the table as Sherlock began to clean your wounds, letting out a slight hiss as it stung. "So, the boy you were chasing, he has something to do with the dock murder?" You asked.

Sherlock hummed. "He was friends with the victim. Worked along side him too. Thick as thieves, according to their boss."

Your brow stayed furrowed as you watched Sherlock work. "I see... Is he your suspect?"

"Not sure," He murmured. "Although his lack of cooperation, does make him look some what guilty."

"Perhaps... But what if the reason wasn't guilt but fear instead?" You asked looking up at him. "What if, he feared for his own life? And been seen talking to you, would look bad for him."

Sherlock opened his mouth but nothing came out as he pondered what you had said. "Perhaps." He nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But I still need answers, Miss Y/l/n."

"How will you get them?"

Sherlock sat back in his chair and exhaled a long breath through his nose. "My next step would be to visit the young man's home. Hopefully I can catch him their and ask my questions."

You hummed, "Don't you think he'll be expecting you to show up there?"

Sherlock hummed. "The thought had crossed my mind."

"If I were him, I'd avoid going home as long as I could." You said as you watched him clean your left palm.

Sherlock chuckled. "He'll have to return at some point."

"True... But, I think he's more likely to hide out somewhere you wouldn't think of going." You said ad a matter if fact.

Sherlock raised his eyebrow at you, "And where do you think this place would be, Miss Y/l/n?" He asked with a hint of amusement.

You began grinning at him. "Well, he's a young man... And a dock worker, which means he's most likely down at 'The Anker and Rope', a public house close to the dock, one the dock workers prefer... Plus, there's a brothel not far from there... I'd say that's probably a good place to look too." You smiled at him.

Sherlock's mouth fell open as he stared at you. "How do you know that, Miss Y/l/n?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, hm, well..." You quickly lowered your head as you began to blush with embarrassment. You gave him a small nervous smile. "You could say, being the daughter of a Brewery owner, I've learnt one or two things." You blushed even more as Sherlock chuckled. You dipped your head feeling ridiculous, why you thought you'd be helpful was silly.

Sherlock watched you for a moment in silence. He spotted your flushed cheeks and lack of eye contact. He might not be very good at identifying the difference between a woman being friendly and one being flirty, but he knew when a woman was embarrassed, he witnessed Enola being it a few times.

"I must thank you, Miss Y/l/n." Sherlock gave you a reassuring smile.

Your brow furrowed, "For what?" You asked in confusion.

"For your useful information." Sherlock paused, "I have a feeling it's going to prove quite useful to me."

Your brow furrowed, "Don't be ridiculous, Detective. Nothing I said is going to be of any use to you."

"On the contrary, Miss Y/l/n. I feel I may solve the case a lot sooner with your help."

Very unladylike, you scoffed abd rolled your eyes. "You believe what you will, I know I've been nothing but a nuisance to you."

Sherlock frowned. He didn't like the way you were dismissing yourself. It wasn't often Sherlock got to bounce ideas of someone else and hearing what you has to say was proving useful already to him. "Miss Y/l/n, I believe you are being too harsh on yourself. It was my fault you were dragged into this and the information you have unintentionally provided me will be useful." He began smiling to himself. "I'm so confident that it will be, I'm willing to place a wager." The corner of his mouth curled up slightly as you narrowed your gaze at him.

"A wager?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. He had you.

Sherlock hummed as he sat back in his chair. "Intrested?"

You chew the inside if your lip as you thought about his offer. Your mother would be scolding you for even considering it, whereas your father would be patting you on the back proudly as he gave you pointers on how to win. "Very well..." You smiled at him and moved forwards. "What's your wager, Detective?"

Sherlock's smile widened. He sat up and leaned closer to you as he rested his right elbow on his knee. His eyes flicked down to your lips momentarily as you stared up at him, your eyes wide and bright with excitement. "If the information you have given does turn out to be anything but useful like you believe it to be, then I will purchase a bunch of flowers for every day it takes me to solve the case."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, "Detective, that could become quite costly for you." You teased making him chuckle.

"I'm prepared to pay whatever it costs." He smirked as he winked at you making you blush.

"And... hmm, if you're right?" You asked.

"You say yes." His smile softened as he took your left hand in his.

Your eyes widened, "Detective, what are you saying?"

Sherlock began grinning, "You'll have to wait until I've solved the case, my dear." He winked again before standing. "We best be returning you to your father, Miss Y/l/n."

#Sherlock Holmes #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill! Sherlock Holmes #Sherlock Holmes x reader #henry cavill x reader #Cavil!Sherlock Holmes x f/reader #Enola Holmes

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honey-minded-hivemind · 11 days ago

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Hey guys. I'm a bit stressed. Also conflicted. Worried, too.

My grandpa is supposed to come home today. If not today, then Tuesday. On the one hand, I'm glad he'd be well enough to come home. But I'm also stressed for a number of reasons. Some of them include: he lied to the hospital about some things (ex. how often he eats, that he's more capable than he is right now, etc. ); he keeps asking to go home, and is being stubborn about it (which worries me and my parent, because the doctors need to run their tests if we hope to make him more comfortable and know what's going on); and the fact my parent and I are so, so stressed and worried and exhausted. I felt sick about all of this, like nauseous kind of sick, yesterday night when we visited him. I had to take a break twice so I could calm my stomach and my thoughts. I love him, more than I could ever say, but this is so, so much for my parent and I to do. For about four years we've taken care of him and his every need. And since October of last year, I've had to stay home to help him. The last few months it has gotten worse, with my parent and I having to do everything for him: dressing, cleaning, helping him walk (he's too stubborn to use the wheelchair or the walker we got him, or any of the canes we got). The doctor said he has some early dementia, so that might be why he isn't always remembering things or being so stubborn. I'm just... I feel so worried for him, for me, for my parent. We hardly get a break. He's not let us get him the help he needs. And we worry if he's comfortable or not, if he'll be okay, if we're doing everything right.

We will have hospice care whenever he comes home. They know what they are doing, and can help me and parent know what to do when they aren't here, and if something happens, to be able to handle it. We want to make him happy, to help him feel better than he has, but he keeps being stubborn. We will never, ever stop loving him, it's just hard to see him like this, to keep doing this. But we won't give up. We will have help, we will try to take breaks, and we will do our best to be patient and kind and understanding with whatever comes next. I feel... guilty, with all of this. I don't begrudge him anything. I'm not mad with him. I'm just so stressed, so sad, and I hate that I can't heal him, or make him better. We can only try to do our best, and accept the help he needs, and that we need.

Thank you all for your care and kind words and comfort. It has meant thr world to me to talk with y'all and do aus and plan stories, sometimes with y'all doing it with me. It has made a world of difference, and has made me feel less alone, less stressed, less scared. So thank you, so so much. Y'all are the best 💛🧡

#honeycomb thoughts #honeycomb thoughts: reality

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pocketmania · 4 months ago

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hello!!! 🍊anon here!!! the shiver fic was so so so good!!! as a chubby person myself it really makes me happy to see/read things like that! and never never apologize about the wait! I don’t mind waiting cause I get to read such amazing stories!! Speaking of, I have another request! If you aren’t overloaded that is!

🎨🔫✨☁️ 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Could I request a fic of Marie x a genderfluid/chubby reader helping them present how they want to present (perhaps they want to appear more femininely, and Marie is more than happy to help with that, but whether reader is masc presenting or fem presenting, that’s okay and up to you)! And some kisses of course! (If it wasn’t obvious by now, kissing is like my favorite love showing activity haha)

Thank you, and of course, have a great day and night!!! Hopefully this wasn’t too confusing either!

Hii again 🍊 anon! Thank you for all your kind words, I truly mean it! And, no, I'm not overloaded or anything! I've been busy but I'm always happy to write! But thank you! (And no thr ask wasn't confusing)

Now onto the thingy

‧₊˚✧[ Present(ing) Tense ]✧˚₊‧

(🎨🔫☁️👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨) - splatoon fluff

(reader type) - genderfluid reader /

masculine

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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"Marriieee!" You called out from your closet to your idol lover. Marie, who wasn't doing anything important at the time, popped her head around the corner shortly after you called for her. "Yeah?"

"What do dudes usually wear?" You inquired as you held a dull red hoodie in your hands, as if you were about to put it on. Marie leaned on the doorframe after entering the doorway. "Depends. Why do you wanna know?"

You grinned and set the hoodie down. "I feel like being more masculine today." Marie nodded her head, letting out a small hum and crossing her arms. "Well, you're not just gonna do that with a hoodie, are you?" You looked between her and the hoodie. "Anyone can look like anything in a hoodie. Besides, it's basic."

Your eyebrows furrowed when you picked up the hoodie to hang it up again. What else were you gonna wear?

"Tell you what,"---she got closer to you---"how about we go shopping for some clothes down at Arowana Mall? I'm buying." You and your ears perked up. A shopping spree? With just you and your girlfriend?

You couldn't be happier!

You immediately threw the hoodie onto your body and turned to Marie. You didn't even have to speak for her to get how joyful you were.

You put on some overalls and a baseball cap. Marie put on their usual diguise for when they went out in public: green cap, black mask, and a green hoodie. With that, you both set out for Arowana Mall.

This is the part of the story where you both have a montage of shopping for clothes and trying them on in different stores. Marie would help you choose clothes depending on what was "in" and what wasn't. What did suit you and what didn't.

She's kind of a fashion diva.

You bought a bunch of outfits and clothes. However, you favorited one outfit in particular. You got a brown jacket, a red shirt about the same shade as your hoodie, a peach colored bag, and some shades. Combined with your overalls and your cap, you thought you looked pretty good.

After your little montage, you both got something to eat at the food truck outside.

Marie was certainly pleased. "You look stunning, love! I sure do know my way around a closet." You scoffed and gave her a small shove. In response, she wrapped an arm around you and gave you a huge kiss on the cheek.

You responded and turned, so you were now kissing her on mouth. It went on for a minute or two before you both pulled away. Just then, an inkling walked past you and gave you finger guns. "Nice outfit, my guy!"

"My guy".

You felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest as they called you that. A big, goofy smile crept onto your face, and Marie kissed your cheek again. "See? I'm not the only one who thinks so, too."

You looked down at yourself and smiled bigger. You really did look great, didn't you? And you could say it with confidence, too.

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#splatoon #splat3 #splatoon x reader #marie splatoon x reader #marie squid sisters #marie cuttlefish #marie splatoon #marie splat3 #fluff #oneshot #genderfluid #genderfluid!reader #masculine!reader #masculine #why is massive breasts a tag 🤨#eat up

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banditywrites · 2 years ago

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Okay I kind of forget if I sent a prompt before, so ignore this if I did. But a prompt idea would be your “rush of rose gold” idea, where lance becomes addicted and doesn’t tell anyone.

I have had this written for a few weeks, but due to midterms, I was just able to fix it up a bit now for you! Thank you for this prompt!

Words: ~1995 (I can't seem to keep anything to the 1k I said I would)

Warnings: Addiction, withdrawal, mention of vomiting

Rush of Rose Gold

Lance drummed his fingers along his thigh. He felt Blue push at his mind, but he couldn’t tell what she wanted. He was trying to concentrate on the mission at hand. He really was.

It was tedious and boring, but it was still a mission. Voltron was acting as an escort for cargo ships in this sector. They had recently formed an alliance with a very nice group of aliens who had agreed to share resources with Voltron. In return, all the paladins had to do was make sure their cargo shipments made it from one planet to another.

Lance felt his fingers tapping harder as sweat dripped down his brow. He swallowed, trying to force away the feeling of his too dry throat.

He felt like shit.

But he needed to keep it together. Keep it together. Just for another varga or so. Then he could tell his team that he wasn’t feeling well and go back to his room and… and…

Lance felt a stab of guilt deep in his gut.

Nothing. It was nothing.

Not a big deal.

The alliance with the Nail’ne was new and they had celebrated it quite enthusiastically. At the party, Lance hadn’t had a reason to refuse any food or drink they passed his way. The little vial filled with liquid rose gold that a politician had slipped into his hand had seemed innocuous. It had felt warm on his throat and it wasn’t until the entire vial was gone that he realized it might have been a mistake. The world had gone fuzzy, and he found that he didn’t care. He felt great. He didn’t miss home or his family. He didn’t worry about the war or being the seventh wheel. He was just so happy.

That night, the team had realized something was off and Shiro, thinking Lance had willingly drank something alcoholic, sent him to bed with the instruction to drink water and sleep it off. Hunk had checked on him later. He remembered his friend asking if he was alright. Lance had been staring at the wall, drifting in a gentle haze, but he answered with a soft hum.

They all left him alone after that and he fell into the best sleep he’d had while out in space.

When he woke up, he thought he was dying. Shiro lectured him and he threw up in the corridor that day. They left him to his misery, telling him it would be over soon and to take it as a lesson to be more careful.

Lance snorted at the memory as he slipped off his helmet and attempted to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Be more careful. As if their lives didn’t always hang between life and death as they fought an intergalactic war with giant, robot cats.

He had first realized something was wrong when the sick feeling gave way to a sort of itching under his skin. At the next gathering with their new allies, Lance found himself searching out the politician. When he did find him, Lance had only stared, unable to say anything. What was he thinking? Finding this practical stranger again? What was he going to do? The stuff wasn’t alcohol. It was obviously something else, something stronger. The alien must have seen something in Lance’s tired stare because he winced sympathetically and slipped three more vials into thr boy's hands.

Lance had found a reason to leave after that, claiming illness, tiredness, whatever, it didn’t matter.

“Not all at once,” he had cautioned before he slipped away again and back into the throng of dignitaries.

When he got back to his room on the castleship, his hands were shaking. A voice in the back of his head asked what he was doing. This isn’t who you are, it whispered. But Lance shook his head and pushed the thoughts away.

Maybe I don’t want to be me all the time, Lance whispered back. It wasn’t a big deal. It was nice and warm and it made him happier and he could sleep after and he was so tired. He needed it to sleep. Sleep was a good thing. Just a little bit. Nothing wrong with it. Coran always offered teas to help them sleep, this wasn’t any different.

Lance opened the first bottle and took a small sip.

That had been weeks ago.

The vials were emptied after five days and he had told himself no more, but he felt so sick when it ran out. The team was going to realize something was wrong and the fear of being discovered sent him sneaking down to the planet’s surface, looking for more of what he needed. He didn’t know its name, but a description of the substance was enough to get him more. He found himself in the right part of town where there were plenty of the aliens willing to gift him portions of their stash just because they recognized him as a paladin. He probably should have worried about that, being recognized… but it didn’t matter. Getting more was what mattered. Not feeling like useless garbage all the time was what mattered.

Lance settled his helmet back over his sweaty hair. He was due for some more. He found that if he just took a few small sips throughout the day, he would be fine. But this mission was dragging on too long. He was glad to help, but it was just him out here. They probably didn’t even need to escort this cargo ship. There were no signs of Galra or anything. Lance sighed. He was the only lion out here, so, even though it was boring, he needed to concentrate and be ready. It wouldn’t look good if he messed up a solo mission.

Lance drummed his fingers along his armrests and gave a shudder. It was cold and he was feeling nausea beginning to build. As soon as he got back, he would tell his team he wasn’t feeling well and they would let him skip dinner and go to his room. He was allowed to not feel well. Fighting a war out in space was tiring.

By the time the mission was over, Lance was ready to crawl out of his own skin.

-0-0-0-

He was not expecting to meet Coran in the hangar. Just Coran. Standing and looking him over before breaking the silence.

“Will you come with me?” The Altean asked.

When they ended up in the medical bay, Lance nearly turned and ran. He had been avoiding this. Coran had offered to scan him multiple times. Every time Lance claimed he was feeling ill. Which had been… maybe too many days now. He should not have used that excuse so much. But Lance couldn’t let Coran scan him. He would find it in his system. He was sure to find it.

Lance tried to remain calm.

“What is it, Coran? I was just going to go sleep. I’m tired today.”

“I’m sure you are,” Coran answered before motioning to the exam table. “Have a seat, my boy.”

Lance laughed nervously. “I’m not sick, just tired.”

Coran looked at him and Lance didn’t know what the man’s expression meant. Sadness maybe.

“Lance,” Coran paused, motioning to the exam table slowly. “I need you to sit down.”

Lance did as he was told, forcing out a laugh again. “I’m really OK.”

Coran didn’t respond at first, but he pulled at his mustache and seemed to be lost in thought.

“Coran?” Lance finally squeaked out when he couldn’t take it anymore. The man stepped forward and looked him in the eyes.

“I need you to know that I want to help you. Remember that.” Coran raised an eyebrow and stared until Lance nodded, slowly, not wanting to know where this was going.

“I care about you, lad. I want you to be alright.” Again, Coran stared until Lance gave a slow nod. “It is because I care that I cannot watch you hurt yourself.”

“Coran?” Lance forced out of his closing throat. “I don’t underst-.”

The Altean reached into his pocket and pulled out a single vial of rose gold liquid.

Lance’s vision tunneled.

“Your team has noticed you acting differently. We are all worried about you. So, I began an investigation while you were away today.” Coran swirled the substance and it glittered in the light. “I found this in your room.”

“My room,” Lance breathed. A thousand excuses died in his throat. Not mine, it’s not what it looks like, it’s not a big deal…

“Do they know?” Lance asked.

“I have spoken with Shiro. He agreed not to tell the others for now. We don’t want to hurt you or embarrass you.” Coran took a deep breath, “but I think you need help.”

Lance was starting to shake his head.

“Let me help you, my boy. Please.”

Lance felt his eyes burning and they stung like the rest of him. And it was all so stupid, and it wasn’t him, but it was and what did Coran think of him now?

“You’re not angry?” Lance shuddered out.

“No.” Coran shook his head. “Scared and worried. Not angry.” The man sat a hand on Lance’s knee stopping it from bouncing. The gentle touch sent tears spilling over.

“Coran, Coran, I didn’t meant to. I swear. It just happened. I don’t feel right anymore. And it helps and it makes me feel better and I feel like I’m dying without it and I don’t know what to do!” The words all tumbled out in heaving sobs. “I am so sorry. God, I’m so sorry. But I need it. I need it.” He was reaching for the tiny vial, but Coran quickly held it out of arm’s reach. Then, with five quick steps Coran was dropping it into the waste chute.

Lance jumped off the table without meaning to.

“No!” And he didn’t know what he was doing, because it was gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. He was standing now, his hands outstretched, panic gripping him. “I need, I need-,” his voice broke. His heart was skipping beats and he was going to die if he didn’t have-

Steady arms wrapped around him.

Lance let his arms drop to his side as he let out a strangled sob.

I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this. Don’t make me do this.

The arms tightened around him and a strained voice murmured into his hair.

“I know it’s hard to see right now, but you’re going to be alright.”

Lance was speaking aloud without meaning to, rambling and sobbing and being so very weak.

Coran shushed him, smoothing his hair down and told him he wasn’t weak at all.

“Please,” the man whispered. Lance’s arms clutched at Coran’s back as he felt his world slipping away from him.

“Help.” Lance choked. “Help me.”

Coran nodded and let out the quietest sigh of relief.

“We’re going to take care of it. You’re going to be alright. I promise. You will be alright.”

Lance didn’t understand how he could ever feel alright again. There were shadows bearing down on him and he was so tired and sick and nothing had been alright for such a long time.

“Lance,” Coran was cradling the back of his head with one hand, “it’s going to be hard, but you’re going to find the light again. Together, we can find it.”

Lance couldn’t see it. But with Coran holding him so tight, sounding so sure, maybe he could imagine the possibility of a life outside of the darkness he had found himself in. He had to believe that there was something outside of this misery. Even if he couldn’t see it now.

“Okay,” he heard himself rasp out. “Okay,” he repeated before burying his face into Coran’s shoulder. The Altean hummed softly and didn’t let go.

Lance leaned into the warmth.

#Langst #follower appreciation event #bandity answers

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theshimadaslovers · 2 years ago

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"I'm here" (Hanzo version)

Summary: You're exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically, once you start crying for a silly thing, everything comes down like a waterfall. You breakdown. But...good thing you got your boyfriend.

Genre: Fluffly, drama, romance, partnership.

Warning: Mental health, strong language, breakdown.

You pov

"Dear diary,

This is my first time writing something so...I hope it works.

It has been years that I'm feeling unlucky, hopeless, not happy with my own self in many ways. I've veing fighting against every demon inside for ages, the way everyone's says for me to do it. I'm trying and why can no one notice?

My only escape from this feeling is, sometimes movies, series, video games and the most important...my boyfriend. I mean, we're not in a official relationship, but he practically live in my house and we sleep together, we cook together, do everything together and he's the only one who listen to every single word I say. I can see in his eyes... He's the one. Hanzo Shimada, my love, my light in the dark.

Everyone knows him as the grumpy old Shimada brother; but he's so much more than that! He pass trought so much pain to became who he is now and I'm with him on this road until my last breath. He saved me and I saved him.

Hanzo is out of town, again. Since he get accepted on Overwatch thanks to his brother, Genji, he's barely stay home. Missions and more missions; he's so important for the hope of every people on earth, I know, but...I miss him so much. I get so worried when he call me saying that Overwatch will have a mission against Talon...Only God knows what they could do with him, but I trust Jack Morrison with my soul to protect them.

And right now...I'm not feeling very well...

Hanzo...I need you save, my love."

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You were home all alone, completely worry after Hanzo send you a message saying a bunch of stuff of the new mission against Talon, again. Your heart dropped in the moment you read about it.

"Hi, sweety, how are you doing? I hope you're fine...really, I miss you so much. I'm here to update you from our new and last mission, is been almost 3 months without seeing you, so... I'm kind a mess right now, is hard to focus.Talon is showing up again, so Jack is sending me, Genji, Soujorn and others to try to make them surrender on their own base, that actually we just find out a new one here in China. Is being months, honey... I barely called you. Hope you fine and I'm so sorry...I'll be back soon. I love you with my body and soul."

That was his last massage, weeks ago. You were scared, thinking about the worse and after reading the message again you felt a little of anguishing. Hanzo said to you; "If I disappear, don't worry, ok? I'll be only too busy to send some updates. Jack Morrison rules. Work first, women after and if something happened to me, they'll warn you". He never agreed with this, but, if a rules is given to Hanzo, he'll obey.

Well, Overwatch didn't call you, so...he's fine, right? Right.

You were working at your laptop, block the phone and tried to come back to your work and let a single tear fall from your eye. Wasn't enough, you notice that you would start crying out because of the worriers and stress, but once you always start crying, you don't stop. You try to focus, but the hiccups came and you breakdown on tears. Nonstop, out of nowhere. 2 minutes ago you were "fine"; Hanzo always ask you if you're fine, he knows you better than yourself. One of thr things he's the most scared of, is let you crying all alone... and that happened.

You turn off the computer and goes to the sofa crying out, scared about the situation and all alone. No one to hug you and help control your breath. Starts to talk with yourself, cursing every single second of shit that happens in your life, remembering things of the past and bringing back again. You could not control your body and thoughts.

You tried to control your breath and calm down, but was literally impossible! Is like your body needs that! To put everything out! But this is not so good, not now...All alone!

You cried, cried and cried, laying down on the sofa and hugging a pillow. What could you do? Absolutely nothing.

After one hour crying, you starts to settle down a little, pick up some papers and go back to the sofa still cursing everything and crying, now, in anger.

You could hear keys opening the door and you could only thing "Right now? Really?"...well, you could also see that as a miracle. Hanzo is home and you could hear his warm voice trought the house.

- Baby! I'm home! - He walks until the tv room where he saw you sat with red eyes, swollen face and blowing the nose like a elephant. The skile on his face became almost panic - Honey...what's wrong?

- I'm so sorry...! - You starts to cry again feeling guilty. Almost 3 months without seeing him and you welcome him like that?

- Hey! No no...! - He ran to the sofa sitting in front of you. - Hey, kawaii...What's wrong, uh? Tell me, sweety.

His voice were sweet, low and completely comfortable as always, even his accent dissapeared a little when he speak like that, became more...American british? Not a strong japanese accent.

He hold your face kissing your forehead, then looking at your eyes.

- Something happened? You can tell me, you know that.

- I'm...! I'm just tired...! I'm exhausted about everything, you know?! And...! And I was worried and now I'm thinking how suck I'm at everything! Looks like something put a fucking spell! A fucking dark cloud in my fucking head! Everything is just wrong...!

- Breath, y/n... -He holds your hand tightly. - You're out of control...Tell me...what happened first?

You stopped for a moment and looked at him in tears.

- I...! I was scared...! I read your last massage again!

- The Talon one? But hey...- He smiled getting up and sitting behind you. - I'm here...Is everything ok, sweety.

- Is not only you...! I feel so...so nothing! Like if a don't belong here.. ! I don't have friends, even my colleagues don't like me!

- No, baby, that's not true! - He hugged you tight kissing your neck - Why you think that?

- They always goes out together and never invites me...! Oh, baby, I'm so sorry...! - You hide your face in your hands - you must be so tired and I'm filing your head with shit!

- Y/n... -He called you with his chin on your shoulder. - I'm here because of you. I want to be here, it was my choice to sit here to listen to your "shits"

Hanzo hugs you tightly giving little pecks on your neck and shoulder.

- I'm a different man because of you and I must retribute everything, and because I want to...I love you, y/n. I won't and i can't promise that everything will soon be fine, the world is not helping us, but...I'm here. If you need me, your friend, your boyfriend, your partner...you ninja. - Both laughed. - Call me.

- But Jack doesn't let you use the phone before work.

- If I explain to him that you'll call in emergency times, he'll understand and...for you? I can break all the rules if it is necessary.

You felt butterflies in you stomach and Hanzo tells you for turn around a little bit; holding your legs under his arm and the tattoed one behind your back, holding you in a bride position while sitting on the sofa. He kissed your face everywhere making you laugh and calm down for good. He was the only one that could do that.

- I won't leave you like that...never. I came home a little earlier actually,I felt something...I swear. - He couldn't stop looking at you while talking. - I felt that you needed me, so I finished everything earlier and came.

- Your spirits told you? - You laughed a little feeling a headache. - You told me once that they're became also connected with me after... well...

- At the first time? - He smiled and you nodded. - That's true...I felt my arm shivering a little. So, sweetie...you see? You're part of me too. What you feel I can feel, not completely, but if you're in danger, I'll know.

You smiled laying your head on his chest feeling his heartbeat that made you fall asleep right there. Well...like I said, he's the one.

Hanzo picks you up and walks to the bedroom laying you down and then laying next to you, making caring on your face watching you in a deep sleep.

After Hanzo also fall asleep next to you, his phone starts to ring and he pick it up feeling a little lost.

- Moshi...? - Take a deep breath scratching his sleepy eyes.

- Hanzo? Is Jack Morrison, are you at home?

- Yes, sir... something happened? - Now he looked worry.

- Well, not really... but Genji is having his arm fixed so, there's no one to take care of the base. I need to leave in 1 hour to a reunion with generals and well, wanna see if you're free to come back and take care of the base, I'm kind worry with Reyes, he may try to do something.

While captain Morrison was talking, Hanzo could only look at you and take a deep breath before answer.

- Captain...Sir, I'm sorry but I can't.

- Oh, really? - Jack sounded surprised.- Normally you always say yes, but...something happened?

- I...I need time with y/n, sir.

- Ooh yeah! Of course! - Starting coughing in nervousness.- I forgot about your relationship with her, I apologize, soldier. No worries, I can call Cassidy or maybe Baptiste, someone has to be able to come back.

- I'll send a message to them, captain, they'll help for sure.

- Copy that, soldier...See ya and... good lucky with the girl...she's good for you, fella. You should have asked her hand already.

- Yes...- Hanzo laughed looking at you. - I will, captain...I'm ready for that.

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Art by: @chengongzi123

I don't know if you guys wanna a part 2 of this, I started to write this when I was I my worst so... it was just a idea mixed with feelings. Hope you at least enjoyed;3; It was just a silly little fanfic.

#she/her #hanzo shimada #hanzo x you #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #fem!reader

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anatee · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@thegreatwicked thank you so much for the tag! ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Seven, I have all of them here as well.

2. What's your total A03 word count? 114,650

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Wars & Harry Potter (across all media). I guess Moon Knight counts, too, but I only have one so far. Honestly, I prefer writing for Star Wars (or anything else) here (smut), since all my Wattpad is Harry Potter-themed.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

You can read all of these from my masterlist here!

These are all smuts.

Fantasy | Kylo Ren

Bloody Skywalker | Anakin Skywalker

A sweet way to go | Anakin Skywalker

Insufferable | Armitage Hux

The Cockpit | Poe Dameron

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, but only when I have anything to add. But I absolutely love reading comments.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I hate angst, I don't like reading nor writing it, but ig Bloody Skywalker has kind of an angsty ending for some because - spoiler - Anakin still turns to the dark side. To me, it's a win, but I saw some people being sad about it 😅 I have a Harry Potter fic about an OC x Death Eater that ends pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my fics have happy endings, like I said, I hate angst. But let's say my Cedric Diggory fanfic in which he does not die and then has 5 children, a cottage and a wife with a tea shop.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really, but now that I had my first book published - which started as a fic originally - I'm sure I will 🥴

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, that's why I'm here on Tumblr. I'm a good girl on Wattpad and a smut freak here. All kinds of smut. I kinda want to try writing a threesome since I never wrote it before and that will take some courage 😆

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No, I'm not a big fan of them, but a Moon Knight crossover in which Marc's next personality is Poe Dameron sounds very tempting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep, multiple times on Wattpad.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? By myself, yeah 😆

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and that would be a nightmare for me. I don't agree with myself, let alone someone else...

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? I usually hate canon x canon ships, because I always hate one of the characters, that's why I write x OC/x readers only.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh, for the love of Khonshu, the list is longer than the Nile.

16. What are your writing strengths? Based on thr compliments I usually get, I'd say it's describing emotions (which I hate doing) and sticking to the canon in fics (and not making OOCs).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I forget about things I know I should apply - like show, don't tell rule - and I hate proofreading.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Depends. Sometimes it works if the reader isn't supposed to understand either, but you gotta make sure it's correct and not too much.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Monster High, when I was like what, 11, 12?

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Insufferable for Hux aaaand Pact With The Devil for Tom Riddle.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic #tag #ff #questions #star wars fanfiction #smut #harry potter fanfiction #star wars #fic writing

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wastemanjohn · 11 months ago

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fic quiz

tagged by the wonderful @nameslikeguns, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 38! Got two WIPs cooking so hopefully I'll hit 40 by the new year :)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

226,530

3. What fandoms do you write for? Literally just SPN these days. I do tend to just write for one fandom for years at a time though!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

when i'm down on my knees you're how i pray

someone forever warm

when i hear your lips make a sound

and if you crave it then you know that you are injured

i don't mean to suggest that i loved you the best

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes - eventually. I am always so happy and grateful for comments, they fuel me, but I'm bad at replying to them bc as @nameslikeguns said I can find it difficult to respond bc I find kind words hard to know how to respond to. IRL if someone compliments me I tend to just squirm lmao so my responses to comments are the online equivalent of that I guess! I tend to just scattergun reply to my whole inbox all at once when I feel brave enough.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh gosh; as someone who mostly writes angst this is really difficult to say! Most of my endings are *~angsty~*. but I guess the first that came to mind is i don't mean to suggest that i loved you the best.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That's easy lmao. so many moving parts or maybe some unholy war, which is a fic I forget about because i wrote it so early on... but it has a happyish ending!

8. Do you get hate on fics? i don't know about hate but i've had the odd pass agg anon here and there who wanted to tell me my edgelording triggered their IBS or about how much they hate john. Just makes me lol tbh.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Is the pope Catholic... :) Yeah my fics are predominantly smutty but I don't write a lot of straightforward porn these days (I want to but the muse doesn't take me there). Wanky as this is going to sound I usually build the story around the smut so I can get horny and Make A Point at the same time. Works pretty well for me!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I used to write a ton of bandslash back in thr day and that quite often involved crossovers from different, er, bands. I'm not going to talk anymore about that though lmao.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not fully stolen to my knowledge but there was a fic going around tumblr recently that had quite clearly borrowed heavily and too specifically from this fic to be a coincidence. The person in question when my friend investigated was actually a minor so... it felt really difficult to do anything about it lol, I'm not about to go after a child on the internet. So I just made a pass agg reblog of the original fic instead like "Hey recognise this?" like the mature and sensible adult I am. But BELIEVE the bee in my bonnet is still buzzing about that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes in my previous fandom I had a few translated into Chinese and Russian! That was really cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes several back in my bandslash days... I wish I could refind my Franz Ferdinand girlies from LJ and confess that I was one of the people behind "the dark!fic" lmao. (Or maybe not bc I was like 14 and had no business being in that community or posting what I was posting).

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? John/the world. I want that old man to fuck everyone. Or possibly get fucked by everyone depending on where the mood is taking me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Serial killer John may be one of my roman empires and yet it lies in googledocs gathering dust. One of my resolutions for 2024 is to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Ugh these questions make me feel so awkward lmao. I mean... I think I have quite a good range? Which is feedback I get quite a lot so hopefully there's some truth in it! And I think I'm quite good at imagery and emotional pacing ig? I'm not sure what else to call it. Also in the vein of common feedback anyway.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? SELF DOUBT. Honestly mate if I wasn't bogged down with that shit so much I'd be dangerous 🤪 It does make me write slowly and abandon a lot of stuff I start but I'm working on it. From a technical standpoint though I do struggle with plot. I think I'm more of a vibes/moment in time writer than an epic plot writer which does gall me lol. But yeah - I definitely struggle with longer works because I struggle with keeping things cohesive and overwriting/explaining then just overwhelming myself. Again, a resolution to work on for 2024. I also feel like I struggle with dialogue sometimes; if it doesnt magically come to me fully formed which is rare I'll really have to work at it. Trust me if you've ever written a dialogue heavy fic from me then just know that chances are said dialogue will have chopped and changed and been edited within an inch of its life.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I can only speak English sadly and have ultimate respect for people who write in a language that is not their first. That's just so amazing to me.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The White Stripes. Lmao. There were quite a lot of us back in the day.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Hands down i heard love is blind. sharp teeth dry heat and when the stiff wind blows are close seconds because i lived my goddamn truth with both of those fics 🥲 And I have a somewhat complicated relationship with what it is but I'm happy that it exists and i'm happy that it still does the rounds occasionally!

tagging @amiwritesthings @castratedsamwinchester @spnyuri @lovetranasction @beautyandthebeastiality @babybrothershaped and whoever else wants to do this idk who is and isn't writing atm lol

#tagged #my writing

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haverdoodles · 2 years ago

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Oh my god oh my god oh my god your art is amazing I just reopened thr cullavellan tag for funsies bc I check randomly and your art has single handedly Kickstarted my hyperfixation back up I genuinely do not have the words to properly express how amazing your art is, let alone the writing you pair with them???? Don't mind me just gonna finish stalking and spam rebloging everything on your blog now

Hello,

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU!! I'm so sorry it took me ages to see this, I always forget that inboxes are a thing on tumblr 😭 this really means so much to me!! I feel so touched :') I don't write or draw Cullen and Ellana as often as I should (considering that they're my main pairing lol) but it makes me so happy that you enjoy what I've shared so far. Thank you so much for looking through my work, and for your kind words!!

I hope you have a great day! 💞

#hava asks

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okay i'm finally reading i know better (but you're still around) and i also happened to be listening to this cavetown song on repeat

and it just reminded me so much of Mike in your fic ??

so the first part/chorus is Mike telling Dustin and Lucas about what he thought happened to Will and them basically thinking he's delusional and laughing in his face (Mike tends to exaggerate i get it)

and the “god i wish i was happy” is obviously wanting Will back bc without Will things have been... Not Good for Mike. he also mentions a few times that he feels incredibly bad and like the worst person in the world for giving up on Will (even though he didn't) and bc he stopped looking for him which i interpret as the “crushing me from above and underneath” line

from personal experience (and like the website says haha) i interpret this to be about “derealization and how a person can feel like they're not a part of their environment anymore” Mike often mentions how he feels he's watching things play out from outside his body and things like that

also in some cases grief can make meals hard (as we know), especially eating with people which, if i remember correctly, is why Mike mostly took his food up to his room and at times didn't eat at all. eating just feels like it takes up too much energy , energy you don't have so you just sink into your seat, stuff like that

nobody's listening to his theories about Will, also how he feels like he kinda ruined the party bc they're not as close as they used to be so no one to really listen to & understand his thoughts & everything about Will since they have an unspoken rule not to talk about it etc etc

okay the friend he's imagining is Will, like imagining Will is there or that Will can hear him when he speaks to him & stuff

okay these lines remind me of Mike so much. we all know he tends to explode when he's upset and say all kinds of stuff that he doesn't really mean and end up apologizing afterwards .

there were these scenes where he and Lucas were having a yelling match & this other one where he was yelling at Max & another he was yelling at Lucas and Dustin both pre and post saving Will from the Upside Down and he's saying lots of hurtful shit and yeah they get that he's grieving and hurting a Lot but also he kinda really hurt their feelings sooo

he apologizes (sometimes reluctantly, sometimes without actually saying the words “im sorry” but they're apologies nonetheless)

sertraline (y'know thr antidepressant that treats lots of anxiety/depressive related disorders) is a thing that i think Mike would need i mean obviously especially in this fic but the way his grief and pain is described ?

it's literally so fucking heart wrenching and excruciating for me the reader so i cannot even begin to imagine what Mike was feeling . so yeah sertraline's effective but the grief seems More than it and like even more effective which sucks.

um so yeah this is the lyrical analysis of this song you've maybe never heard of that you didn't ask for :D is this anything ? no idea i just wanted to share

oh okay

🥺🥺🥺

FIRST OF ALL. cavetown is very mike wheeler coded. like i can name 3 songs off the top of my head (home, idea of her, it's u) that are mike wheeler so. thanks? for adding ANOTHER ONE? to my list.

also yay!!! i hope you enjoy (well... that might not be the right word) the rest of the fic!!!

literally though this analysis is so good like holy shit, that's it. also like super honored that you resonated enough with the way i portrayed mike in that fic and connected it to this song!!! it's just like... this song is such a raw expression and explanation of grief and mental health issues, and you literally hit the nail on the head with the analysis and where i was trying to go with all of mike's thoughts throughout his journey in this fic!

where were you when i was writing the fic so i could've put this on my playlist (kidding but wow seriously wish i had found this earlier? i LOVE IT)

now this is me trying to find a way to include it in the sequel fic. thinking thoughts.

thanks for this ask, my friend!!!! ❤️🫂

#andi's asks #tw depression #tw grief

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bucksfucks · 3 years ago

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faking it

iv. the second date

series masterlist | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

summary: everything is out in the open after a run in with bucky’s ex. the only problem, has it gotten too real?

pairing: actor!bucky barnes x f!actress!reader

word count: 3,803 (oops)

warnings: anxiety, intrusive thoughts, alcohol, insecurity around body image, pet-names [princess & little one], teasing, taunting, bucky being bucky, praise kink, authority kink, reader & bucky getting frisky in a restaurant [fingers and orgasms], lots of kissing, an ex enters the scene, a small fight, bucky reveals his past a little + emotions, protective bucky, mention of his metal arm & trauma around it, only a little bit of angst — 18+ only | minors dni

“What did I tell you, kid?” Mitch was riding a high for the past two hours.

You’d been in Lucy’s office for nearly three hours now, on and off the phone with various people as you finalized your role in the book adaptation being turned into a movie; Born from the Smoke.

“You’re set to leave for Vancouver in a month. So, you still have some time off, which is great! They’ll have the script mailed to you within the day.”

As you listened to Mitch’s excitement, you couldn’t shake Andrea’s words from last night. Or Bucky’s, for that matter.

“You with me, kid?” Mitch then stopped, looking at you with an expression of a worried father.

You sighed, “overwhelmed.”

He took a seat beside you, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. You welcomed the touch, sinking further into your seat.

“This whole fake dating thing is harder than I thought it would be. I feel like I’m in over my head.” You gave Mitch a lopsided smile which he mimicked.

“Listen, kid,” he leaned in as Lucy continued furiously typing away on her laptop.

She was completely in her own world. A meteor could come down, destroy her house, and she would still finish writing her email.

“I’m not going to tell you that any of this is easy; it’s not. But the best thing you can do is separate your work life from your personal life. If you don’t…well things can get messy.”

You swallowed thickly, a heavy feeling coming down onto your chest as you nodded your head. You wanted out of this conversation and out of this room.

“I know, Mitch. Thanks, I appreciate you looking out for me.” You smiled, trying to make it seem like you weren’t screaming on the inside.

Mitch only meant well. He was a kind soul that always let spiders crawl around his home because they eat other bugs as rent payment.

It took another 40 minutes until you were free and while you were happy to be back home and standing under the too hot shower, you couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky.

The sadness that flashes across his face at the way Andrea reminded you both that it was fake.

You audibly groaned at the memory. You didn’t want it to be fake.

You didn’t care what it was, you just needed to fee Bucky’s hands on you.

But what you wanted most of all was the crack open Bucky’s brain and dissect his thoughts. You wanted to get to know him.

To uncover what makes him tick. What he likes and doesn’t like. What music he listens to. What side of the bed he sleeps on.

None of that mattered right now. You refused to get into your own head before having to go out to dinner with Bucky and pretend.

The chime tone echoed off your bathroom walls the second your wet feet touched your bath mat. It could’ve been anyone, really.

But it wasn’t. It was Bucky.

Bucky: What’s your favourite colour?

What an odd, out of the blue question.

You: Hello, is how you start a conversation.

You knew the second those dots popped up on your screen that Bucky was smirking, already annoyed by your antics.

Bucky: It’s like your mission is to become the biggest pain in my ass. And it’s working, princess.

You felt that fluttering in your stomach returned.

You: It’s red.

Quickly, you added another text.

You: And yes, actually. How did you know?

You honestly didn’t know how you were going to make it through tonight, but you had other things to worry about.

Like what you were going to wear.

La Bella Vita didn’t even take reservations. It was the most exclusive restaurant in LA and Andrea was clearly a witch to get a last minute spot for you and Bucky.

It was intimidating, but knowing you had a closet full of dresses and various other pieces from premiers dampened your worries.

Truly, the best thing you could wear tonight was your confidence.

✧── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Okay, fuck that.

Confidence was key, okay sure. But not when Bucky looked like a Greek fucking god.

When you opened your door, your jaw almost hit the floor.

Bucky was wearing black dress pants and a black button down shirt was neatly tucked into it. He didn’t have a tie or a blazer, making the look much more casual.

Everything was tight against his lean body and you nearly whimpered as you took a deep breath and got the rich, piney and clean scent of him.

Bucky then groaned, inhaling sharply.

“I think you’re trying to kill me, princess.”

You felt a flush crawl along your skin. You weren’t wearing anything extravagant, just a black dress that clung to your body and emphasized the parts you loved.

It was only until you heard the ruffling that you realized that Bucky was holding flowers. Not just any flowers, but deep red roses.

He looked awkward and nervous.

“I, uh. I brought these for you. You said your favourite colour was red.” He gave a lopsided smile as he extended his arm.

You took them, utterly speechless and still reeling from the fact that he got you flowers. Not for the cameras, no. In the privacy of your home.

“Thank you, Bucky. They’re beautiful.” You whispered in awe, letting him step inside as you quickly rushed to get them in water.

Bucky’s gaze burned, his eyes never leaving you once and when you turned to him, you felt like helpless prey.

“You have The Murder Stare. It looks like you want to eat me.” You said, quickly shoving your feet into the heels you’d picked out.

He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, pushing himself off the wall and stalking his way to you.

You wobbled on one leg as you tried to put your second shoe on, balance never your strong suit, but before you could topple over, Bucky’s hands were on your waist as he steadied you.

His lips brushed over your exposed shoulder so lightly you could’ve imagined it.

Then, his husky voice echoed in your ear.

“That’s because I do want to eat you, little one. I want to devour you. You have no idea how badly I want to know what you taste like.”

A shudder rocked you, eyes falling shut as you sucked in a harsh breath.

His hands squeezed your waist, gently tugging you back against his body as you feel his teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“But that’s a dangerous game, little one.” He purrs, heavy arm made out of vibranium draped over your waist.

You have to take a moment to inhale, “why?”

He groaned, his lips soft against the skin of your neck.

“Because,” he says. “Once I knew what you tasted like. I’d no longer be in control. I’ll crave you. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and as a midnight snack.”

You tremble under his touch, an ache settling comfortably between your thighs as you rut your behind against his front.

He grips your hips even harder.

“Once I got a taste of you, I would bury myself between your legs for fucking hours just watching you come as many times as your little heart desires.”

Then, just as quickly as he was wrapped around you, he was gone.

You turned around, cautiously, still reeling from his words to find him leaning against your kitchen counter with a proud smirk on his face.

“What wrong, princess. You look a little flushed.” You clenched your jaw, sending daggers at him with your eyes as he just laughed.

“We should get going. We wouldn’t Andrea to bite our heads off again.” He smiled and extended his hand out to you.

You were left fixated on the fact that it was no longer his flesh one, but the gloved one. The one he flinched when you touched it last.

When you carefully took it, lacing your fingers in between thick, metallic ones.

Bucky’s smile only grew larger and fonder, ducking his head down to your ear once more to whisper soft and sweet words.

“You look beautiful. I want you to know that you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

His words meant more than he could ever know. Not because they were coming from Bucky (well, maybe a little), but because you didn’t realize how badly you needed to hear them.

And now, hand in hand with Bucky, things felt normal again. For the entirety of the elevator ride, you and Bucky stole gentle glances at each other.

Smiling to big that your cheeks were beginning to hurt.

When you entered the world, everything had gone cold. It was your cruel reminder that this was fake. That nothing about it was real.

The flash of the camera had stunned you and when Bucky wrapped a protective arm around you to lead you to his car, your heart dropped into your stomach at the realization.

Your arrival to the restaurant was nothing less of spectacular. From the way Bucky cockily tossed his keys to the valet, to the blinding lights that greeted you.

Andrea was going to be more than happy.

The restaurant itself was nothing was nothing short of extravagant.

It was dark, as you could have imagined, but it was illuminated with floating candles strung on the ceiling. Along with various gothic-era chandeliers.

The tables were made from large, dense pieces of dark wood and their chairs were the same. Except the chairs had intricate designs and patterns, you could make out snakes and wolves.

Accents of gold and dark green only added to the elegant aura and you knew couldn’t believe it was your heels that were clicking against the black marbled floors.

Each hostess and server donned a masquerade mask, dressed in tuxedos and gorgeous ball gowns.

They were quiet, mysterious as they led you to a table that was just slightly behind a curtain—as was every table.

Designed that way to give their patrons some semblance of privacy. You weren’t even given a menu, just a choice of various cocktails that sounded like potions.

You decided on something called The High Wolf, a mixture of Earl Grey and Prosecco. Bucky had opted for The Westview, a combination of bitters and Whiskey.

A part of you wondered if you’d get to taste it on his lips later that night.

With no menu, there was nothing to do but wait until the chef prepared the set courses for you both.

Which meant that you and Bucky would have to push through the sexual tension and attempt to make small-talk—cameras and phones were strictly prohibited.

“Bucky?” You hadn’t even realized you spoke him name until he turned and cocked his head to you.

“Little one?” He mimicked in the same tone as you, bright grin teasing you.

You had two option: make small talk. Talk about the weather, about movies, about things that made you want to bash your head against the wall because they were so utterly and completely boring and surface level question.

Or, you could toy with him.

The answer was pretty obvious as you scooted closer on the long, cool wooden bench. Bucky didn’t protest, he just raised an eyebrow at you and watched.

“I’m bored.” You huffed, your voice coming out more sultry than you intended.

You had gotten so close to him that you could see the fire in his eyes. The sparks of lust every time you pressed closer to him.

“And how would you like to remedy that, princess?” He asked, brushing a piece of your hair behind your back like it was second nature.

Then his eyes locked with yours again, a twinkle of ferocity in them.

“Or are you just going to whine until I take care of the problem?”

He was already getting under your skin, reminding you of how absolutely annoying he could be when he really tried.

“Stop that,” he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Stop what?”

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, bringing a warm finger to brush across your protruding bottom lip.

“Getting angry with me. I’ve told you what it does to me.” He whispered, voice thick and laced with something you couldn’t decipher.

The feeling of his finger against your lip only spurred you further, the dull ache returning and making herself right at home between your legs.

You didn’t stop, you pouted harder.

“Little one.” It was a warning, no longer teasing like before as you felt a hand on your thigh.

A heavy, gloved arm sitting gently on your thigh as your expression faltered for only a second.

“If you don’t cut it out, I’ll do something about it.” He growled through clenched teeth.

You pressed further into him, a daring looking on your face.

“I dare you.”

His eyes were dark, leaning into you as his hand inched it’s way up your leg—and the food had arrived.

You weren’t hungry. Not anymore as Bucky smirked and focused his attention on the plate.

“Eat.” He said as a simple command.

You pouted harder.

“Eat. And I’ll give you a reward.” Bucky said without looking at you.

You gasped, excitement coursing through you as you quickly stabbed your food, chewed a piece, and swallowed.

“Good girl,” Bucky purred.

His hand crept higher and you were so glad for the privacy and darkness of this restaurant because your dress was now so high your panties were without a doubt revealed.

Then he stopped. He didn’t start again until you took another bite. You realized the game he was playing as your shaky hand held your fork.

It clanged against your plate as you gasped when Bucky’s fingers brushed your clothed core.

“Need some water? You look a little frazzled.” Bucky all but mocked you.

You glared are him again, but Bucky licked his lips and leaned into your ear.

“If you’re good, I’ll even let you come.”

You let out a soft moan, one that was bound to come out sooner or later as your knuckle turned white with how hard you were gripping your fork.

“Now, eat.”

It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on your food as Bucky’s heavy fingers connected with your clit.

His touch was gentle, barely there as he drew lazy circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves and you could feel how wet you were.

No. There was no way you could eat.

“Bucky!” You gasped in shock at the way his touch became calculated.

He didn’t say anything, the whiskey drink nearly gone as you dropped your fork in defeat. You’d take your chances.

“Tell me,” he smirked. “Has anyone made you come like this? Has anyone been successful in turning you into a pathetic mess with just a touch?”

You grabbed onto his forearm, the metal being able to take the way you attempt to dig your fingernails into it.

All you can do is shake your head, feeling his lips on your neck again.

“Then imagine what how much better I can make you feel, princess. Just me and you. No cameras. No restaurants. Just us.”

The coil in you snapped suddenly, Bucky’s mouth over yours as he swallowed your moans while heat filled your body.

It left you dizzy and breathless, your eyes wide and wild as you stared at Bucky when he pulled away.

“I’m not hungry anymore.” You confesses as Bucky’s lips twitched.

“I am,” he admitted and your heart sank.

“But not for dinner. I couldn’t care less about the food, I want you.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the booth, “Andres is going to kill us!”

“I don’t care.” He winked, an arm around your waist as he quickly led you through the intricate dining room until you were nearly out the doors.

You were mere second away from having Bucky when an unfamiliar voice called for Bucky’s.

He stopped dead in his tracks, a stone cold look replacing his carefree one.

“Bucky? Oh I thought that was you!” It belonged to a woman as you turned around to be met with a person you’d never thought you’d encounter.

“Olive.”

Her name came out like a growl and you were no longer standing with the Bucky you knew.

“Oh don’t be surprised. You know how much I love this place.” She said, a beautiful golden gown against her lightly tanned skin.

She was breathtaking. You had never felt more insecure standing in front of a person.

“And who is this?” She said in an overly sweet tone.

You didn’t even realize Bucky dropped your hand until he had used it to run through his hair.

“This is Y/N. She’s a friend.”

You wanted to cry. The word collided with your heart and tore right through it.

“Nice to meet you.” She said and you had to ignore the ringing in your ears as you shook her hand, “you too.”

The conversation didn’t last long, Bucky didn’t allow it, but when you were back in his car the entire evening was ruined.

It didn’t take a genius to know that a run-in with an ex would suck. But to run into Bucky’s ex and for him to call you a friend hurt more than it should’ve.

Silence filled the car until Bucky broke it.

“I’m sorry.” You snapped your head at him.

“I’m sorry I called you my friend. But I can explain why.”

Your heart crawled all the way up into your throat.

“There’s nothing to apologize. This is fake, remember. We signed a contract. We’re nothing more than co-workers.”

You watched the hard line of Bucky’s jaw, the way his eyebrows tensed as you tried to take a deep breath without shaking.

“Is that all we are?” He suddenly spat, gripping the steering wheel.

“Yes.” You bit back with equal bitterness. “I think you’ve made that abundantly clear.”

He looked at you for brief moment and you could feel his anger.

“Really? Because I can’t remember the last time I made a co-worker come in the middle of the restaurant.”

You were taken aback. Unsure of how to respond.

“And I sure as hell don’t remember the last time a co-worker made me feel like I mattered to them because of who I was and not because of I what I am.”

Your heart sped up as Bucky poured out his emotions.

“Bucky what did you expect? We signed a contract. We have three months. I hated you when I first met you.”

His face didn’t falter, but you immediately regretted your words.

Your apartment came into view and the second Bucky put the car in park he turned to look at you. He scanned your features and the way your eyes met his.

“Olive broke my heart.” You were stunned at his confession.

“I was 21. I had just had my first big break and I didn’t know the first thing about acting. I thought I was in love. I thought I could trust her.”

You listened to him.

“Then I found out what she was saying behind my back. That I was so close to being perfect. That if it wasn’t for this.”

He lifted the metal arm, taking the glove off.

“That I would have been normal. She said that she hated looking at it and my scars because it reminded her of everything I wasn’t.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you opened your mouth, “Bucky.”

“I didn’t want her to have anymore ammunition against me. I would never let her hurt you in the ways she hurt me, Y/N.” Your name on his tongue sounded amazing.

“She can stick her fangs in me, but if she knew,” he paused, breathing heavily.

“If she knew how much you meant to me, she would stick her claws into you and do everything she could to tear you down because I left her.”

You lunged at him, grabbing his face and kissed him.

Words failed you, but you could show him how much you cared by pouring your emotions out with a kiss.

A kiss that he reciprocated, by grabbing your hips and squeezing them.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

He smiled, kissing your nose gently.

“It’s okay, little one. I just had to let you know.”

And you were so fucking thankful for that.

You stayed close to him for a few more minutes, before sitting back down and clearing your throat.

“As much as I was nothing more than to take you. Right here, in the backseat,” he motioned.

“I think we’ve both had enough entertainment for tonight.”

For once, you agreed with Bucky.

He opened the door for you, helping you out before pressing you against the expensive car.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore.” Bucky whispered, searching your eyes for any ounce of doubt.

“I don’t either.”

He smiled. And then he kissed you. He kissed you like there was no one around you.

And there wasn’t.

Not to you. It was just you, Bucky and the moon.

“We’re going to break the contract.” You giggled against his lips, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Bucky shrugged, “for you, little one, I would do anything.”

Then it hit you. Bucky Barnes wasn’t Hollywood’s fuckboy.

Bucky Barnes was broken, waiting to be glued back together.

He had the same insecurities and thoughts. He was was always in the spotlight, always talked about, and never did people see him as another other than The Bucky Barnes.

“I want to crack open your brain.” You mumbled and he laughed.

He threw his head back and laughed, crinkled eyes and rumbling chest as you suddenly realized what you had said.

“A bit violent, don’t you think.”

You glared at him again, causing another swipe of his thumb across your bottom lip as he pecked it.

“I mean,” you said. “I want to get to know you. I want to get to know Bucky, not Bucky. You have no idea how infuriating you are. But you also have no idea how amazing you are and I want to know you.”

For the first time, Bucky Barnes was speechless.

You had broken him.

“I hope you realize that it’s taking everything in me not to devour you right here and now.” He purred against your skin.

You believed him.

“I’m an open book for you. Anything you want, little one. I’ll give you every piece of me if you promise to be gentle.”

You looked at him, his eyes kind and soft under the moonlight.

“I promise.”

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My Devil In Disguise pt. 2 (Elvis)

Beale Street Surprises; Chapter 2

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Note: Hi guys! Thank you so much for the love on the first chapter! And thanks to those who gave me some tips too! Y’all are so sweet! Enjoy chapter 2!

Read Chapter One Here!

Read Chapter Three Here!

Warnings: inaccuracies about Elvis or Elvis Movie (I’m trying y’all),swearing, yelling, mentions of sex in later chapters, smut in later chapters, dark undertones possibly, Colonel Tom Parker.

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"Oh, do you think they'll remember me, Mister Presley? It's been years!" Elvis stood behind Annalise tying the big white bow in her red hair. He looked at her in the mirror and scoffed. Annalise pouted her rose colored lips. She pointed her mascara wand at him in warning.

"Darlin, You were Annalise Snow. They must've thought your daddy was gonna have your head. I think your friends would ‘member a girl like that." She sighed as Elvis placed her necklace around her neck. Except that wasn't the necklace she was wearing the night before. Her cross necklace is replaced with a soft pink heart locket. She gasped as the cold settled onto her skin.

"You’re kiddin’? Where did you get this? It's so pretty." She settled her hand on it, feeling the grooves between her fingers. Elvis played with the strands of her hair beneath her bow, grinning ear to ear.

"It's my mama's but I told her that I-I had someone special to put it on." He whispers the words upon the nape of her neck. His lips barely graced her skin.

"Wow. You didn't have to. I-I love it. Thank you so much. You’ve been too kind to me over all of this mess. I’m supposed to be helpin’ you get that new jacket." Her breathing seemed to quicken as his hands stayed massaging along her neck and shoulders. Elvis stood directly behind her to meet her eyes in the mirror.

"It looks amazin' on you, sweetheart," His southern drawl deepened. A chill ran down her spine," I got the jacket back but- you know wow. Lord, I thought you looked smokin' in that blue the night we met but wow this burgundy number looks divine!" Elvis chuckles as Annalise smooths her dress down as she stands. Her skin more than likely matching her lips now.

"You flatter me, Mister Presley. Thank you for helping me with my hair. You didn't have to. I know I’m a guest but-" She fixes the dark green jacket on his shoulders trying to avoid his gaze.

"It's Elvis, Doll! Yeah, you are my guest, little lady. I gotta make sure you’re still enjoyin’ yourself! Let's see what's for breakfast before we head out! " He grabs her hand and pulls her to the kitchen to see Gladys at the stove. The aroma of home cooking drifted through the small kitchen.

"Eggs and bacon sound good to y'all? I also put some coke bottles in a bag for the trip to the pier! Your daddy should have already put it in your trunk!" She seemed to almost squeal with delight at Annalise. She proceeded to talk Annalise's ear off about the trip today. Vernon set up the table and pulled Annalise's chair out for her.

"Always gotta be nice to the ladies, Elvis," Elvis rolled his eyes at his father, "That's how I got your mama! Be a gentleman, boy!" He chuckled and grasped Elvis' shoulders shaking him back and forth lightly. Elvis started to laugh and push him away. The two boys finally started their breakfast as Gladys and Annalise were finishing.

"I really haven't gone anywhere other than a carnival since following around my daddy. My brother and I would sneak out to try to get away from the lights and rides but it always seemed too far from our grasp, ya know?." Gladys rubs her back and offers her a small smile. Annalise soon found herself growing weary of how her brother Jimmie was without her. Was he being treated the same with her gone? Or was daddy happy to finally have the only son he wanted? Annalise was born from her mother's first marriage to a man from Memphis. Annalise didn't know much about her real daddy as her mama got married to Hank when she was three. All her life, Hank Snow was her daddy but not right now! She was her own person and she was going to become the star she always wished to be.

"Well, I hope the pier is what you've always wanted it to be! Y'all kids have fun now! Be home in time for dinner, Elvis!!" Gladys kissed Elvis on the cheek while he nodded. He grabbed his keys and took Annalise's hand as they walked to the truck.

"You told her we were going to the pier? Elvis, you know how I feel about lyin'! Your mama was so nice and she even packed some of the trunk for us with your daddy!" She folded her arms as she got into the passenger seat. Her lips drawing into a pout.

"If she knew we were going to Beale Street she'd tell me to go to the pier anyway! Tells me I hang out there too often! Mama tells me I need to focus on my job and not the music right now. She really wants me to just focus on me and not the others around me. I-I just wanna take care of my family." He sighed straightening his shoulders.

"Have you not told her fully about this big recording deal at RCA? Mister Presley," He looks at the map in her lap averting his gaze from her," Elvis Presley! You turn this truck around and we go tell her!" She pulls the map from his view and he huffs, rubbing his bottom lip with his finger.

"Jokes on you darlin'. I don't need that map," The truck revs to life as he steps on the gas passing by building after building," I'll tell my mama. Colonel told ‘em they have to sign some things anyway. I'm just nervous is all. What if this record deal don't work out, Doll? This is my dream but it feels like I'm teeterin' on the edge of it." He sighs and leans back in his seat a little.

"Well, I'll make sure you don't fall, Mister Presley. We’re gonna fly together. I'm here for the ride remember. We already talked to Mr. Phillips. He understood why you were leavin'." He smiles taking her hand in his. Annalise tries to ignore the heat of his palm against hers.

"Thanks, baby. Hey, you do know I'm not the only one recording at RCA ,right?" Annalise's posture straightened and she turned slowly to look at him.

"You did not! I could barely sing Amazing Grace in front of an audience on the Louisiana Hayride without wantin' to cry! RCA?! I could just cry now!" She huffed and placed her head in her hand looking out the window as they made their way to their destination.

"Come on, Annalise! This could be our big break! You tellin' me you're chicken?" He gets out of the car as Anna feels like she wants to melt into the seat.

"I am not chicken, Presley. I'm just not as talented as you are I me-"

"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog!" A woman sitting on the windowsill of Club Hardy interrupts her. Annalise feels her heart flutter as the women continues to sing. The amount of people passing by Anna makes her feel dizzy. Her dreams at night were becoming real. She stood there but soon a familiar voice broke her out of her daze. She whipped around to see the man she met all those years ago.

"B.B! Hey, it's me Annalise," she waves frantically leaving Elvis stunned behind her," Blue's Boy! hiya!" She finally stood in front of the snickering man who lifted her into his arms and spun her.

"My little Annalise Snow!! I knew you'd come back soon! How's my favorite Snow?" B.B twirled her around, singing as she giggled. Elvis shyly made his way towards the pair.

“I’m so good now that I see you!! C’mon! Get over here, Mister Presley! Usually he ain’t that shy!”

"Hey, ain't you that Elvis Presley fella? That song you made with Sun Records was great! You should be hittin' RCA next, boy?" Elvis felt like he needed to be pinched. His crush knew the biggest artist of their time?

"U-Um yeah, I mean, I'm hopin' to get some music recognized around here, ya know? I-I've always looked up to you a-and I've always wanted to see the inside of Club Handy, ya know?" Elvis felt like he was shaking tremendously as he spoke. Annalise was confused but that poor girl was sheltered as all hell. How would she know her friend was THE B.B. King?

"How about you and your lady friend come in now? We're just opening up for the day! I'd love to have y'all see the magic!" Annalise took Elvis' hand and ran behind B.B as he lead them to he doors.

"Annalise, I think you may have to pinch me. I-I can't believe this." Elvis gripped her hand harshly. Annalise placed her hand on his cheek and smiled.

"C'mon! Put a little pep in your step! Soon enough your name is gonna be lights, Mister Presley."

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"You gotta stop movin', kid. The mic keeps pickin' it up." The producer rolled his eyes starting another take for the single.

"If I can't move, I can't sing." He spoke into the mic softly.

"What is he doing? We paid for this?" The guys behind the recording were astonished.

"Please just let him do what he's doin' I promise you'll never hear anythin' better! he'll go straight to number one! He's been workin' so hard on 'Heart Break Hotel!"

"Miss Snow, we can do anythin' like that for you. Are we recordin' a church song with you?"

"Ummm no. I'm not under my daddy no more. I ain't-." She waved the producers down and made her way to Elvis and embraced him.

“Hey, how did I do?”

"This is gonna be a number one album, Mister Presley! I promise you! You did such a good job! Your mama's gonna be so happy!" Annalise just about started jumping in excitement.

"T-Thank ya. I was shakin' like a leaf down here. I'm glad you're here with me." He caressed her cheek and she smiled.

"Now time to leave I know a great-"

"How about she sings Fever? I wanna hear you sing that so bad, please baby. I promise we'll get to writin' songs together soon." Annalise nods and smiles. Elvis was willing to halt his own writing for her? She needed to be pinched. I mean she had already seen Beale Street, THE B.B King bought her a new dress, and now she was recording at RCA? Her daddy be damned!

"Is it alright if I hold your guitar, Mister Presley? I-I know it’s not needed for the song but I um just wanted to. I uh have always wanted to hold it. Ya know, like a good luck charm?" Elvis took the strap and set it on her shoulders. He grinned as she squealed touching the strings.

"Anything that is mine is yours, darlin'. Now sing your little heart out, treasure." Annalise nodded and waited for the go ahead from the producer. It was like nothing she ever felt before. Her heart fluttered and her body moved on it's own. She felt alive.

She would hum Elvis' songs in her motel room when she was alone. It had already felt forbidden then but singing them out loud and in front of him? She felt like she was on Cloud Nine. Elvis felt like he was in Heaven. Watchin' her sing his music was like a arrow from Cupid's bow shot him.

"That's a wrap for the day you guys! Great job!" Annalise thanked the producers and gave them hugs while the pair walked out of the booth. They made their way to Elvis' truck and both giggled as they stared at each other.

"You did amazing, Mister Presley! Seeing you record those songs was the bees knees! You've never looked so-" She clamped her hand over mouth and felt the heat rising to her already red cheeks.

"Wow, darlin'. One recordin' at RCA and you've already lost your pure filter? Maybe I'll have to take you here more often." Elvis snickers and sends a wink her way. She shakes her head.

"I-I'm sorry. That was just like nothin' I ever felt before! I-I felt like I was born anew! Do you think we could go back to Beale Street soon to tell Mister King?" She felt like her skin was afire. She didn't know she was anymore. She felt so real like she actually could exist in Elvis' world.

"And just think, darlin'. This is just the beginning we're gonna be stars. We could finally be in pictures like you've always dreamed." He placed his hand over hers and they both felt time stop. Annalise thought it's now or never. This boy has changed her life in a matter of hours, days, and would change it for years to come. Maybe it was to early as her nerves began to tremor through her body.

"E-Elvis...I-I want to let you-" Elvis shushed her and took her hand to his lips.

"I need to kiss you right now, treasure. Or I may just die right 'ere." Annalise's eyes widen and she nods enthusiastically. Elvis smirks, his hand finding it's way through her red hair. he pulls her slightly forward. Their lips finally meet and Annalise thinks Cloud Nine had been passed. The searing hot desire she felt when she first saw Elvis perform and wiggle, seemed to crash through her once again. They pull away for a brief moment.

"I-I was gonna say that I wanted to let you know that I liked you." She smiled mindlessly. Her eyes never leaving his lips.

"Well, I think you know my answer, baby. Like you said earlier we're on this ride together. Now lets get home, little mama." Stealing one last kiss before smiling to himself. the truck roars to life and they were off to rest. Little did they know Colonel Tom Parker would be waiting for them at the Lauderdale Courts. Offering them everything they could ever want. Elvis had already signed away his life to him...now he wanted to make sure he had Annalise’s.

“Elvis! How was RCA, my boy? Was it what you always imagined?” He patted the raven haired boy on the back. Annalise tried to sneak on past the pair but as always she failed to get far enough.

“Annalise! How was recordin’ without the daddy? I can’t wait to hear the single!” Vernon gave her a big hug while she stood frozen in place. Even when she was on the road with Penelope she feared her best friends father. There was an aura of distain around him whenever she saw him.

“U-Uh it was great, Mr. Presley. I-I’m a bit tired. I’m gonna go get some shut eye th-”

“You recorded at RCA too, Miss Snow? Well, you’ll need a manager as well! I could very much have the future Presley duo on my hands!” He laughed loudly making Annalise flinch.

“Future Presley duo? What are you talkin’ about, Colonel?” Elvis looked confused as Annalise tried to get out of the conversation.

“Well, Miss Snow has always had a crush on Mister Elvis here! I just thought maybe y’all would become THE it couple of Hollywood!” Annalise felt like she wanted to just bury herself under the ground now. She couldn’t help but hope for what had just come out of the Colonel’s loud mouth anyway. Colonel looked at her, smiling. Though that smile always seemed to feel...off. Elvis took her hand and bent down to whisper in her ear.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll give ‘im hell for ya. I gotta talk about some things with the family,” He kissed her head and made sure his father was distracting Colonel with his ramblings,” Good night. I’ll be in bed in a minute. I promise.” A quick kiss sent Annalise right to the bedroom after it finished.

She shut the door and stared at the wall next to it. She could still hear Mr. Parker’s voice through the wall. Something about a car and something about a house fit for a king. Annalise felt so small in the already small bedroom. Who the hell did she think she was? She shared two kisses with Elvis Presley. Finally tasting the forbidden fruit and Lord knows she isn’t ashamed. That’s when a sudden panic filled her bones and it’s like her daddy always said.

“Don’t write your soul to the Devil.,” She looked at herself in the mirror before changing her clothes,” Lord...I think I’m the Devil.” She whispers closing the last button of one of Elvis’ shirt on her pale skin. The door creaked and she made eye contact with Elvis just like the morning before.

“Darlin, you really are a sin to stare at.”

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