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dirtytransmasc · 2 years ago

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mama Neytiri au: Jake and Spider father and son moments plzz

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when jake first met the boy, he never expected him to become family, let alone a son. he knew it had been wrong to be so bitter towards the boy, he was barely a few months old, the only thing he had in common with his father was a bit of blood. but when he saw his mate light up at the mere sight of the child, taking him into her arms as if he was meant to be there, hearing her speak of him being willed to them by Eywa herself; he started to look past his own bias.

spider quickly wormed his way into jake's heart, becoming one of the few things that really mattered. it had been months at this point, spider was getting real good at walking, running laps around both him and neytiri; both parents had found themselves spending a lot of their time in the lab with spider. but now he was starting to talk, it was still close to babbling, but he had managed some simple words; mainly mama, he'd attempted a few na'vi words but hadn't gotten them quite yet, even tried his soon-to-be little brother's name, but not dad or dada. jake tried not to be upset, knew it would come in time, but he was longing to hear his son call for him.

he couldn't blame the kid, he didn't get to see him often as chief, but neytiri needed a day with her mother as she was coming close to the end of her pregnancy, giving jake a way out of his duties to go up to the lab with his boy.

spider was fully of energy as usual, running to greet his dad as soon as he heard the airlock, norm tailing after him desperately. upon seeing jake, currently scooping the little dude up, he let out an exasperated sigh.

"Jake, on time next time, he's learning his way around a clock and fast. he knows what a clock looks like at 9 o'clock, when neytiri comes, and now he gets all types of pepped up whenever that little red hand is sitting on the nine, meaning I've dealt with 2 hours of this Jake, 2 hours. your kid is wicked smart, which is great, except when he's excelling at symbol and pattern recognition, not to mention his ability at evading his caregivers." Norm was ranting and raving, if jake had actually been listening and not focused on his kid, then he probably brought up scientific jargon or some sort of statistics about how baby's can start pattern and symbol recognition right around their 2nd birthday.

jake however is not listening and he's rolling his eyes, getting the kid to giggle, earning another scornful look from norm.

"Jake?"

"yeah yeah, on time, I'll try not to get caught up in being chief again. now what should we do little man?" he ask, poking the baby earning a shrill laugh, "bother norm some more, rub our grubby hands all over his delicate and expensive machines?"

"Jake please, just keep him out of the lab, take him back to the nursery, neytiri has been practicing letters lately, don't let him fall behind or she'll have my head, not yours." he spoke with a huff before shoving the co2 pack in his hands and walking off to do whatever he had going on in the lab. neytiri had thought it important he knew his mother tongue, just as much as he knew na'vi. she said that Eywa forbid something happened to them, spider should know the language of the people who would most likely take custody of them.

"you hear that? you and mama been working on your letter's? well lets get to it little man, or you might not see me and norm around anymore," he cooed at the boy while slinging the pack over his shoulder and sliding the mask over her face and around his neck.

"mama, mama, mama," the little one babbled over and over again, bopping his head with each syllable.

"that's right, mama, but now dada is gonna teach you, can you say dada?" it was desperate, he knew that, but sue him, he was getting jealous.

the kid didn't in fact say mama, instead he hummed to himself as he played with his dads cummerbund, a few months earlier and he would have been running his gums over the cool edged, but the teething had just come to a standstill, most of his teeth had come in by then and spider was more interested in running his fingers over the thread work as jake walked the two back to the nursery.

spider was growing out of the place, but was too young to have his own room and still too little to move in with the family. it pained jake to have to leave the boy there day in and day out, unable to even bring him out to feel the breeze in his hair or the sun on his skin, to let him be one with Eywa. no, he had to leave him in this sterile lab devoid of color outside of the little makeshift nursery. but it was the place spider called home, and would call home until he fit an exo- pack. he shared the room with a few kids, but they all had some sort of foster parents within the compound so they rarely stayed in here other than to play. jake and neytiri made do with the space they had to raise spider bringing na'vi toys, blankets, even furniture to make the room feel a little more lived in, not so sterile; plus, neytiri seemed to have a vendetta against the blankets in the compound.

"alright spi, show me what you and mama have been working on," he directed, putting the boy down. spider took off to his little corner, where he kept all of his things; books, toys, whatever else the little bugger wanted. bringing back a book, just me and my dad, an earth classic, almost 200 years old, and damn was it pulling on jakes heartstrings.

"this one bud? mama's been reading you this" he asked, not knowing which answer he wanted more. yes, meaning neytiri had been trying to get him to say some variation of dad, no meaning spider, in his little child mind, was potentially communicating to jake. one was more likely than the other, but jake was gonna ignore that fact like the plague.

spider all but shoved the book into jakes hands before toddling over the pallet against the wall. he was a little spitfire alright, even if he could barely talk, he found ways to make it know what he wanted and when he wanted it.

jake wasn't unfamiliar with reading to the little thing, despite being a little ball of energy, he liked to just sit close and listen to the calm cadence of his parents reading to him. so when he sat down, spider climbed into his lap, curling against jake until his was comfortable, and waiting for him to start.

"just me and my dad" jake read "we went camping, just me and my dad, dad drove the car because I'm too little,"

"remember, a car is the thing they had on earth, that went broom broom, you have a toy car in your little chest over there." jake pointed, spider's eyes followed. jake was almost surprised when he didn;t get up to grab it, but then in the middle of his imitation of pushing the little toy car around, he yawned a big yawn, tailing a little broom broom of his own to the end of his little display. jake was a little late, and norm had said he'd been at it since 9, which meant nap time was coming soon.

he held the book in one hand so he could reach for the blanket tossed on the edge of spider's bed, draping it over the boy where he had settled back down, being lolled by each breath jake took. he wasn't dozing just yet, so jake kept reading past the smile that graced his lips.

"I picked the campsite, but someone was already living there, so I gave it back. we found another nearby. my dad was tired so I pitched the tent."

"we made a camp fire, I found the wood, and my dad lit the fire. I wanted to take my dad for a ride in our canoe, but I launched it too hard,"

"looked, spi, see the bear across the lake," he said, pointing at the colorfully illustrated page, tapping a big blue finger, on the little brown bear, spiders fingers following.

"we went fishing instead,"

"and theres a fish, and a frog, and a turtle, and a bug. can you sound those out for me, F like in fish and frog, fff." he sounded out the letter, making sure to put in a little work before the boy took his nap, hoping it would put him out deeper, as the kid was starting to give up his naps and it wasn't doing any good for him.

"ffff" spider copied.

"good boy, that's really good. what about B like bug, b b b."

"b b b" he copied again, before yawning and bring a hand up to rub his eyes. jake felt his heart swell, sleepy babies were like cryptonite to him, always had been, but now he was a father, and damn did it double him over.

"ok, lessons over, lets finish this, and you young man, can go down for your nap."

"no" the little one whined, all while burrowing his head into jakes side, eyes seemingly weighed down by rocks.

"oh yes, but I'll cut you a deal squirt, if you can finish this book without falling asleep, you can stay up," it was a good trick, it almost always promised a fast asleep kid. he felt spider nod against him, so he continued.

"my dad took a snapshot of the fish we caught and then I made dinner for me and my dad."

"look, see the bear is back and he's stealing the fish," jake spoke softer, brushing fingers through his hair and over his forehead.

"we had eggs. after dinner I told my dad a ghost. boy he got scared." I gave my dad a big hug, that made him feel better, then we went to bed."

that line reminded him of spider; he would often do for others what he needed himself. if he needed attention, he gave others attention. if he needed a hug, he hugged others. when it came to the scientists, that didn't always pan out well for him, but he and neytiri always made sure to reflect those actions with 110%.

"I stayed up with my dad and let him read a story to me. we slept in our tent all night long- just me and my dad."

before jake could even put the book down he heard soft babbles against his skin.

"dada" over and over, barely whispered as his son fell into sleep.

he felt his heart swoon and his stomach do a backflip. he said it, his son had called him dad, he finally said it. jake wanted to celebrate, to praise his son, to hear it over and over, but he knew he couldn't. spider had just fallen asleep, and jake really needed to keep him down, so he opted to very slowly and very gently pull spider up to his chest, to kiss his brow softly, before resting his head against the wall and giving in to the peaceful space between awake and asleep, blissfully directing all his sense towards the boy sleeping on his chest; his breath, his skin, his smell, it was all he could focus on.

he loved this boy and he thanked Eywa that she gave him this boy.

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https://youtu.be/zHeLkoYw2ks - this is a video with the pages of the book, for anyone who hasn't seen/read it before.

#I spent all day writing this #I loved this so much more then I thought #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #spider te suli tsyeyk'itan #jake sully #neytiri #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #jake being a good dad

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matchawrites-n-doodles · 2 years ago

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To Give Back

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Chapter 6: Angry Mama

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A/N: Here it is! Thank you for your patience! :> Reblogs and likes are always welcome, even comments. It’s also not really proof read (>v>)’

Summary: Din losts the kid to Moff Gideon and finds his way back to you.

Warning: Poor plushy :<, angst, swears, Vowldike because he is, if I miss any let me know

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Chapter 5: The Spruce Blue Armor

It was just a normal, decent morning on Nevarro, except it really isn't.

Your entire body jolted yourself awake, sitting up in cold sweat after a horrible dream.

The sounds of children screaming still ringing in your ears as you cover them in panic. Frantically looking around before realizing where you are, you stared down at your feet as your eyes widen in disbelief when the dream had you focused to one particular child. You couldn't see them but you could hear their cries of help. You gulped, trying to calm your breathing, squeezing your eyes tightly, shaking the empty vision from your mind.

You frown, not wanting to remember the dream you had. Although, there's really nothing to remember about except the screams echoing in your mind. There was just darkness and you standing alone in the middle of nowhere in just your sleepwear.

As your heart starts to calm, your hearing was still muffled by your hands, so you slowly let sounds fill through your ear canals and to your ear drums. This time you could hear actual children screaming, not in fear, but with joy and in childish play. You let out a stifled gasp since you've been holding your breath. Letting yourself breathe in through your nose properly and exhaling out through your mouth. You stared down at your hands as you slowly close and tighten them.

'What the hell was that about...?' You thought.

You sighed, moving to the edge of your bed, getting ready to start your day.

...

Later in the day...

He lost the kid.

His ship is destroyed.

What's worse is that Brenmar Vowldike is alive and works along side with Moff Gideon. But before Din met the holographic image of him, Din had brought Grogu to Tython. A planet that Ashoka Tano had told him to go to. A place where a jedi could locate them.

And through Ashoka, he finally found out Grogu's name.

While in Tython, Din had encountered with Boba Fett for the first time along with Fennec Shand who he thought was dead. They had some misunderstanding but after the attack by the Imperial stormtroopers, the decision was already made to help Din rescue the child.

Unfortunately, Din lost his ship and home, the Razor Crest.

All burnt to the ground but the beskar spear he received when he was in Corvus.

And a metal ball that used to be attached to a lever in the cockpit. Which would later be one of the only play things that Grogu liked so much along side with his plushy.

Only for its arm to be ripped out of its body when Grogu got taken away by force.

Luckily, Din was able to grab what's left of the toy, feeling disheartened to see its condition, knowing that Grogu would be upset right now since he has the arm. Now it's tucked away inside the small, buttoned bag attached to his belt along with the ball.

Lastly, the beskar armor. That spruce blue armor that he'd promised you he would take care of. Feeling slightly defeated when he sees it scattered everywhere, he shook it off as he picked up each part up. Shaking the ash off of the beskar and later tying them all together and slung it over his shoulder.

His worry starts to grow with each step. Grogu is probably terrified right now and since traveling with the foundling, Din formed a strong bond with him and even considered him to be his own. His mind playing back the image of when the kid was taken away from him while one of the droids stayed behind to play a holoprojector and instead of Moff Gideon, it was Brenmar Vowldike who introduced himself to Din.

And when he first saw the man, it was with burning rage Din had felt when he found out what Vowldike wanted. Who he wanted. He had already found out about you and Din and had demanded Din to find you and return you back to him since he's a bounty hunter himself. The longer he would have to wait, the sooner he would have to send other bounty hunters after you.

Like hell Din would let that happen. However, he knew he needed to find you as soon as possible, make sure you're in a safe location. For all he know, bounty hunters are probably after you right now.

Din didn't even need to stress about where to find you because when he arrived to Nevarro with Boba and Fennec, the first thing he saw was your ship.

He'd laugh bitterly at the quick timing and for some reason, he would feel ashamed to face you and to tell you that he had broken his promise in making sure the armor was taken care of. But he reminds himself that he is a Mandalorian. And as a Mandalorian, he must face his fears and conquer them.

Din sighed as he walked down the ramp of the ship. On his way to meet with Cara first to asked about a certain person from the prison registry who can help track down the ship that Grogu was taken to.

After his talk with Cara, who is now Marshal of the New Republic, they are now walking out of the building when Cara had brought you up about how you came over to the town just a few days ago. How you decided to settle down for a bit, give yourself a break after everything you've been through and it's just as what Din had expected when he first saw your ship.

"Wouldn't you like to see her before you go?" Cara had asked when she noticed how quiet her friend is when she mentioned you. Maybe she would be willing to help.

Din took a moment, feeling hesitant but he wanted to see you so he nodded once. "Where is she?"

"Here." Cara handed over your address to Din, smirking, "I'm sure she'd be happy to see you. She talks and asks about you a lot when she first came here. She's a pretty good one." She claimed, patting him on the shoulder.

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit." She elbowed his arm teasingly before setting off, leaving him alone.

Din felt his body froze, watching Cara walk off. You were asking about him? And what the hell was that supposed to mean? He looked down at the paper, suddenly feeling nervous.

...

He continued walking, looking left to right for the right house. Realizing how much farther he needed to go, he picked up the pace as time is ticking. The kid needs him. The kid needs you.

Picking up the pace once more, his hand went over to the small bag that has the plushy when he later realize he's in front of a house. And not just any house. Your house. A pretty small comfy home, located a bit farther away from the other homes. Which seems to suit you actually.

He's hesitant however. Standing in front of the door but his hand refused to move. What's he going to say? How are you going to react once you realize Grogu's gone? Would he have to relocate you? No, you're capable of taking care of yourself, seeing how you took down that thug long ago.

He sighed, letting his shoulders fall back and telling himself to calm down. He took a deep breath and as he was going to knock,

"Din?"

His fist paused mid-air when he heard your familiar voice.

"Din, is that you?" He turned and there you are, holding two bags of groceries. Seeing that bright smile of yours seemed to ease his nerves but the thought of the kid brings it back up. And the fact that the tiredness is shown through your eyes is quite alarming to him as well. However, he's still relieved to see that you're okay.

"Hey..."

Your smile began to get smaller as your eyes fill with worry which caused Din to frown. He didn't like that look but he knew it's going to get a lot worse once he tells you the real reason why he's here.

"What are you doing here? You missed me?" You asked, grinning as you walk up to him. Din's heart skipped a beat. Of course he does, but he didn't want to admit that aloud to you.

You find yourself searching around him and he would noticed.

"Where's... the kid?" You asked, sounding sad and assuming that they must of found a Jedi and parted ways. But as your eyes met with the black visor, your heart starts to thump harder.

Din felt your eyes meet his. He'd felt speechless and drawn to you by your appearance. Despite how tired you look, you being in a simple outfit and somehow, oddly enough, his mind became elsewhere. He snapped out of it when he noticed the confused look on your face, tilting your head at him for being silent for a while. He cleared his throat, placing his hand over his small bag and you watched, raising an eyebrow.

"I need to talk to you." He finally said.

You bit your lip and nodded. Something was wrong and you can feel that sickening feeling from this morning start to reappear in your stomach.

"Inside." You simply said and he nodded, standing aside to let you pass to your door. He watched as you fumbled with your groceries to one arm, making him grab both of them for you as he mumbled 'here'. You blinked, surprised before giving him a small smile, mumbling a 'thanks' back to him. You hurryingly grabbed your keys from your pocket and opened the door to your house and waltz right in with the metal man following behind.

Once he's in, you closed the door behind him, letting him know he can set the bags on the table.

You asked if he would like something to drink in which he would decline. So you only leaned on your table next to him on his right side. You looked at him and you could tell by his shoulders by how it's slumped that he's stressed out.

You took a second before placing your hand out in front of him for him to take. He took one look at it before grabbing your hand with his gloved one, squeezing gently and tightly.

"I'm guessing you're not here to just visit me, huh? Din?" You asked, despite the worry in your voice, it would always seem to bring comfort to Din, but he reminded himself that right now isn't the time. Grogu needs you. That he knows.

So to start, he pulled out the one armed plushy from his pocket and when you first saw it, you gasped taking it to examine the damage. If this was a different situation, Din would of chuckled when you mumbled, 'Oh no, Froggy.' You looked at him, eyes full of questions and concerns, and Din immediately knew what you were going to ask.

"It was Gideon. He has the kid." He looked back at you, starting to get serious and then placing his hands on the sides of your arms, "He has Grogu..."

The unfamiliar name made you tilt your head slightly at him. As soon as it clicked, your eyes widen and if this was a different situation, you would of been beaming right now. Realizing that Grogu is that kid's name.

"Grogu..." you repeated, feeling your heart wrenched. Din nodded.

"—And there's someone else and he's after you." He became hesitant before continuing, "I can bring you somewhere safe if you'd like-"

Shaking your head almost aggressively, you asked calmly, a hint of anger laced in your voice, "Who?" The stern look on your face made Din pause for a moment. You gave a clear message to him that there's no way, he's sending you away to somewhere safe. Not when Grogu's in trouble, that poor lil bean you love so much.

"It's Vowldike." As soon as his name slipped out, you froze.

Your hands tighten, nearly squeezing the plush but you stopped yourself before you damage it even more. This precious plushy belonged to the kid and you wouldn't want to ruin it. You felt raging heat rise from your chest, and instead of the fear you've been having all morning, it was rage. And Din could see the flames in your eyes and how you shook with anger.

"Vowldike's alive. That no good osi'yaim never stops, does he?" You scowled. You looked down at the plushy's dark eyes which reminded you of Grogu's. The way that lil bean looked up at you with a smile on his face.

You imagined the terrified look on his face when he got taken, making you winced and closed your eyes. You unconsciously move your head down forward and onto Din's shoulder. You brought the plush to your chest and cradling it like how you would with Grogu.

He'd froze but hearing you whimper out Grogu's name with worry caused him to wrap his arms around you, pulling you to him. His left arm around your waist and his right hand on your head gently, feeling a little awkward at the new and bizarre contact he would have with anyone besides the kid. Especially with someone like you, but since you didn't pull away, and grabbing hold on to his clothing, it encouraged him to hug you even tighter. "I'll get him back."

Your eyes opened, leaning more onto his shoulder. The rage you felt at the thought of Vowldike even touching Grogu's little wrinkly head never left and hearing Din say that he'll get him back alone, brought determination.

Yes, the thought of the man you despised of scared you... But the thought of him hurting someone you cared about is even greater. If Vowldike ever lays a hand on either Grogu or Din, or both, you going to make sure you'd be the last person he would ever see before his final breath.

"You mean we'll get him back." You let out, making Din look at you to see the expression on your face. A new side of you he has never seen. Anger, determined, hatred all at once.

You're not like the you from years ago from when he first saw you. All broken and beat down by the same man who made your life hell. Or the you who smiled and showed kindness to him and Grogu not too long ago.

No. You're not those all of those things, but you're still all of them. It's what makes you who you are. Right now is the type to give those who deserves what's coming. To give them hell and make them pay.

Din's lips parted at the sight of you, not at all weirded out, but in awed at how beautiful you looked.

As of right now, you couldn't really tell what Din is thinking. When he slowly loosens his arms around you, you realized what just happened and you looked down, feeling a little embarrassed, thinking about what he thinks of you now.

You huffed, feeling that enough is enough to feel this way. You rubbed your eyes to get rid of the dried up tears before backing a few inches from him. He tilt his head as his arms fell to his sides to see the pink on your cheeks as you turned your body away to head to your room.

"What are you doing...?" His words trailed off, hearing you rustling around in your room.

"We can't waste any more time." He hears that strong, determined tone in your voice, and with the thought of bringing back the kid, he kept his head up high as he crossed his arms over his chest with his shoulders squared.

Then he hears a loud thump from your staff hitting the ground and he watched as you walked back out of the room with said weapon and a satchel sling over your shoulder. Walking towards him with confidence.

"Let's get our kid back and go wipe the smile off of that rotten, dirty hut'uun and kill him, shall we?" You said with a smirk as you walked past the Mandalorian, patting him on the shoulder. Glancing at him as you do and he would watch.

He likes this side of you. In fact, he loves it.

Also did you just said 'their' kid?

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Chapter 7 Coming Soon…

Mando’a Translations:

osy’yaim: shithead, useless, despicable person

hu’tunn: coward (worst possible insult)

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years ago

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The Party is Just Starting:

Cw: Mentions of drug use

Macy’s POV:

Blinky had been asleep on my lap for about half an hour now. It was funny how still they were when they slept. They were always figuring with something when they were awake. But when they slept, it was almost like they were dead. Even their breaths we so slight, if my hand wasn’t resting on their neck I’d think they didn’t have a pulse.

There was a knock on the door, but the person entered before I could answer. What was the point of knocking of you were just gonna come in anyways?

“Blink mama’s getting upset your seat is cold-“

She paused in the doorway.

“Oh, they’re sleeping… huh- now how’d you manage that Newby? You a damn wizard pr something.”

The one they called “baby” asked. I couldn’t help but let out a soft snort.

“We’ll be down in a minute, I’ll wake them.” I have a soft smile.

Baby frowned, which by the looks of it wasn’t an expression she wore often. Her facial lines all went in the other direction, indicating an almost permanent smile of sorts. She seemed to be debating something in her head.

“I’ll tell mama there sleeping- you hungry?” She asked me.

“Always.”

She left out a short laugh that seemed much more characteristic.

“I’ve just never seen them sleep that still before, you sure they’re breathing?” She asked stepping closer.

There was an edge in her tone, almost as if to come off as a threat, Incase Blinky wasn’t actually breathing.

“Relax, they’re fine, just took the edge off” my eyes darted to the ashtray on the night stand.

She giggled slightly. Her mood swings were worse than Hoyt’s.

“Look at you miss bad influence- corrupting my little sibling.” She joked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Oh yeah, they were a real Angel before I got here I’m sure-“ I joked back.

I felt Blinky stir slightly in my lap.

“Look who’s finally awake-“ Baby greeted.

Blinky groaned, lifting their head and turned to glare at her.

“Mama made dinner and it’s getting cold-“

“Shit!”

The shot up, practically scrambling off the bed. I stared after them for a second.

“Hoyt really threw your no swearing rule out the window didn’t he?” I laughed.

They turned to look at me confused for a second, before just accepting defeat and repeating the word in a defeated tone.

“Was stupid anyways-“

They walked back over to the bed, grabbing my hand and dragging down the stairs after Baby. The room was vivid with noise you could hear from the hallway. They were certainly a rowdy bunch, where Hoyt was usually the loudest person back home. Blinky kept their head down as they dragged me to the kitchen. I quickly noticed there were only two seats left. Leaving one for Baby, and one for Blinky. I was about to mention something to them but they cut me off.

“Sit.” They muttered, pushing me down into the seat beside a girl with long brown hair.

It would be cruel to say no to them when they weren’t feeling well, so I sat. I half expected them to disappear into another room to produce another chair, but was pleasantly surprised when they just sat on my lap. I raised my eyebrow as I looked down at them, but they just shrugged.

“Dinner smell delicious mama, sorry I was late, I was napin’” they said sleepily.

I could tell they were playing it up for effect, that Sly bitch. I bet Blinky could get anything they wanted from anyone if they just looked at them the right way. Their big eyes were easy to get lost in. I imagine it was half the reason they avoided eye contact so heavily. People don’t hear much of what you’re saying when they’re looking right through you.

“Thank you for allowing me to join you Mrs. Firefly” I said.

“No problem sugar, any friend of Blinky’s is a friend of ours.” She smiled at me.

She was much lest hostile than my mother, but I doubt any less protective. She had a slightly more intimidating presence, which she overcomplicated for with this bimbo-esque persona. Armour it seemed all the women in this house wore in their own way.

“Who the hell is this?” A gruff voice asked.

“Otis-“ Mrs. Firefly warned.

I trained my eyes on him, observing his body language. He was the one I needed to impress tonight, or at the very least get the approval of. It was important to Blinky that he liked me. I looked down to Blinky for guidance, not sure if I should speak or not. But someone beat us to it.

“Blinky’s got a girly-friend!” Baby said in a sing-song voice.

I heard someone choke up a cough at the end of the table, and a little gasp from beside them. But my eyes were still trained on this Otis, Blinky’s father for all intensive purposes. Blinky was squirming slightly on my lap, clearly uncomfortable that all eyes were now on the two of us. I snaked my right arm around her waist to pull her closer to me and apply light pressure. It always calmed them down.

“Blinky?” Her father asked.

“ie tad?” They asked, not looking up from where they were fidgeting with the table cloth.

If it were up to me I’d just pick them up and take them back upstairs right now. But I knew that would only make the situation worse. I gently squeezed their side for comfort. Otis rolled his eyes.

“English-“

Blinky took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry-“ they said.

“Blinky, dear, you have nothing to be sorry for. Otis is just being Otis.” The woman beside me said.

She went to place a hand on Blinky’s shoulder, I’m sure as a gesture of comfort. But I pulled Blinky closer, cutting off the action. Blinky May trust them, but I didn’t know these people yet. Sure I had to past their silly little test of character, but they were subject to mine as well. Blink, as much as I love them, isn’t exactly the best judge of character.

“The hells that s’posed to mean?” He glared at her.

“It’s means hear the child out Boy!” the man Blinky called ‘Cap’ earlier spoke.

He grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes, but didn’t say another word.

“Whenever you’re ready Blink” the woman beside us spoke up.

Blinky took a deep breath before lifting their head to speak.

“Um, this is my girlfriend Macy-“

“Girlfriend?” The man sat beside the girl with long white hair spoke.

“Let the girl speak RJ!” Mama demanded.

It seems they took their family dynamic very seriously. Much more traditional roles then in my own family. Despite mine being built by blood, and there’s by strays. It was interesting to observe. Their need for structure, yet desire for total chaos. Blinky oddly fit in quite well with the group.

“Umm, she’s like us so you don’t have to worry about her saying anything. I trust Macy and you aren’t allowed to hurt her…”

She looked directly to her father.

“Ok Otis?”

Despite not being able to see their face, I knew exactly what look they were giving him right now. It was a look few people could resist. Blinky calls them her sad clown eyes. I was surprised by how long he dared to stare back into her eyes. Even I was strong enough to look into them that long.

He narrowed his eyes at them, and Blinky leaned forward toward the table, almost like a silent dare. After about another minuet he backed off.

“You said she’s like us?” The woman beside us asked.

“Mhhmm, Macy’s family is… special. They understand us. That’s where I was when my mo- that woman came into our home. Macy keeps me safe.”

Blinky leaned back into me, and the tension in the room eased slightly.

“You can eat Macy, they won’t try anything.” She said calmly.

“Yes, please, dig in, you must be starving dear!” Mama said.

I had to admit, the food smelt mouthwatering. I’m sure they all had questions, but everyone seemed to be more interested in the food again, which I was happy about.

“I’m Manon, but Blinky and everyone call me Doe Eyes.” The black haired girl introduced herself.

“that’s Spaulding, RJ, Ghost, Baby, Otis and Mama. I’m sure you’ll meet Tony later, he usually eats downstairs in his room. If you ever need anything, I’m just down the hall from Blink’s room.” She smiled at me before going back to eating.

I hummed in response, enjoying the taste of the food. I knew Blinky was mostly out of it right now, but I still wanted them to try and eat. I ripped off a small piece of bread and held it in front of their mouth. The turned their head to the side and groaned, attempting to push my hand away. Manon looked down at her concerned.

“You feeling alright little clown?” She asked.

“They’re fine, just tired.” I said.

“I don’t believe she asked you.” Otis spoke up.

I turned my head to him raising my eyebrow. Blinky just groaned again and turned their head into my chest. The lights clearly being to bright for them. I broke eye contact with the older man and turned my attention back to my partner who was clearly showing signs of regression. I wanted to avoid them having a meltdown so I leaned down to whisper in their ear.

“Why don’t you hide down under the table, away from the scary lights?” I asked softly.

They nodded quickly and I let them go. Nobody really questioned Blinky crawling under the table, clearly used to this behaviour by now. But if they knew the lights were overstimulating, why did they even have them on in the first place? I’d have to talk to Blinky about this later. I’ll be pissed if they knew this was a trigger but didn’t care.

I tried once more to get them to eat by handing the bread under the table. I was pleasantly surprised when they took it. We continued the rest of the meal this way. The family occasionally asking me a few questions. Me asking a few of my own. It seemed everyone was warming up to me, besides Otis. Despite knowing they had no blood relations, it was funny to observe how Blinky was just as stubborn as him.

“So what’s your family like?” The one named RJ asked.

“Um, I have my mama and my brother, they’re pretty good. I love Tommy to death, but then there’s Monty and Hoyt. Not sure if I want to consider them family. Even Blinky hates them, well mostly Hoyt. She tried to bite him.”

A few people around the table started laughing at that.

“I swear Blinky is like a little puppy sometimes.” Baby said.

I chuckled because it was a pretty apt description, despite their fear of dogs. You had to remind them to eat, when to sleep, take them outside for walks or they get antsy. They hide in small spaces when scared. And their biting problem.

“Blink, how you doing down there.” Manon asked.

There was a slight rustle of the table cloth before we all saw a thumb stick up past the table. I couldn’t help but smile at how silly this whole situation was.

“So when Blinky says your family is like ours, what do they mean by that?” Otis asked, not nearly as spiteful as last time.

My grin only grew wider. I suppose there was no point in hiding it. Everyone at this table could be written off as clinically insane. And Blinky seemed confident they wouldn’t care.

“We eat people.” I said flatly.

I swear I almost heard the one they called ghost, choke on her water. A small gasp escaped from Manon’s lips, and baby was laughing as always.

“Wow, your real hilarious kid.” He said sarcastically.

Suddenly, Blinky popped up from under the table and turned to look at him. It seemed their voice was coming back to them.

“They aren’t lying.”

They climbed back onto my lap and sat down.

“Tommy showed me how he does it.”

Everyone was just looking at the two of us, like a third head had suddenly sprouted and merged us together.

“I’m sorry, Blinky you’re dating a cannibal?”

Blinky giggled a little, the high part of the weed finally setting in. It was odd she got tried first, then they’d have a sudden burst of energy.

“And she’s dating a killer, I don’t partially see how one is worse than the other. The people are dead anyways-“

They shrugged, leaning into me and playing with the ends of my hair. Baby giggled gleefully at this as well.

“How much did you smoke Blink, should have known you’d come home and go straight for my Stash.”

Blinky giggled into my shoulder. Manon gave a slightly disapproving look, but didn’t say anything. And Otis was still glaring at me.

“It’s been a long week” the mumbled between giggles. “Did you guys know I love you? Cause I love you!” They said in a sing song tone.

“What do you fucking lace your weed with LSD Baby? The fuck is wrong with them?”

Baby just shrugs before laughing at Blinky.

“Awww we love you too killer clown.”

I suspected Baby had smoked earlier that day too. What a train wreck of a meal this was. Spaulding wordlessly got up from the table and disappeared into the kitchen. I was going to ignore it but he came back with some orange juice and an aspirin. He set them down in front of me, and I assumed they were for Blinky.

“That’ll help”

“Kids a lightweight- but at least they’re happy when they’re high, it’s just the come down ain’t as… pleasant. You can’t get them to take it later, won’t work.”

I gave the older man a thankful nod.

“Not that I’m not worried about those two-“ ghost points to Blinky and her aunt, “but, do you really, genuinely eat people?”

I was trying to get Blinky to take her medicine but they wouldn’t stop squirming, it was like their skin itself was jittery. I frowned.

“Yes, been helping mama in the kitchen since I was little. But we didn’t switch to our meat alternative until uncle Hoyt moved in with us. Once you get a taste for it, you just kinda get fixed-“

I supposed that how Blinky felt about their weed. They were both addictions in their own right. If someone told me I could never eat human again, I’m not sure if I could at this point. And I don’t know if that should worry me or not.

“I don’t mean to be rude, or cut this short. I’m not going anywhere until this one is feeling better. So you can ask your questions later. But I’m gonna take Blink upstairs. If you want Mrs Firefly, I could come back down and do our dishes later. Their eyes are too sensitive to the lights right now, and I’m sure they’re gonna wanna be somewhere quiet soon.”

“I feel like I can see god…” the whispered.

“Nonsense, you go take care of my grandbaby. And as for you-“ she looked pointedly at Baby, “don’t leave your other drugs around the kid. The hell were you thinking Vera?”

I took that as my cue to leave. Of course I noticed a certain ghost follow behind us. It seemed she was quite shy. I set Blinky back down on her bed and told them to stay. Ghost was waiting by the door.

“Will they be ok?”

“They’ll be fine. I’ll just have a long night of partner-sitting ahead of me, but nothing I can’t handle. They might get a little sick in the morning, but I’ll make sure they have breakfast.” I smiled up at her reassuringly.

The girl turned to leave but stopped in the door way.

“Hey Macy-“

“Yes?”

“You hurt them, everyone at that table will subject you to the worst pains you’ve ever known.”

I took her warning for what it was. It seemed like a nice gesture. But I’d be foolish to assume it wasn’t a pointed threat. She meant it entirely. I’d have to work harder to get Otis to like me then. These people were good for Blinky, their actual family. And it was clear that they needed her just as much as she needed them.

Blinky was worth the extra effort. She always will be. I’d do anything for them. I turned back around to find Blinky staring up at the ceiling.

“I wish you could see the stars inside” they said.

I chuckled slightly, crawling into bed beside them and looking where they were looking.

“Just close your eyes my little astronaut, maybe when you wake up I’ll bring the stars inside.”

Im sure they still sold those silly little glow in the dark stars somewhere in town. Manon seemed like the safest bet to get to know. Im sure she’d help me look for some in the morning. Blinky will probably be sleeping most of the day. I want to show them just how important their youngest was to me.

“Goodnight little clownbug, I hope you have silly dreams.”

It was cheesy, but maybe we were allowed to be cheesy sometimes. A few moments of Normalcy in our cursed, wretched lives. Even the worst of the worst deserved to have love, and joy, right?

An: ahhh, finally finished it. I don’t know why writing this chapter was like pulling teeth. But I probably won’t start writing again soon until after I move. But once I’m settled I should have more free time again.

Tag: @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @queer-and-utter-chaos

#blinky #blinky firefly #firefly family au #firefly family #house of 1000 corpses au #otis driftwood x reader #Macy love-Hewitt #baby firefly #rj firefly #otis driftwood #mama firefly #captain spaulding #selena firefly #manon driftwood

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kagedbird · 1 year ago

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TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucia part 12)

Lucien: *knocks on Allora's door, carefully opening it to peek in* Umm... Allora? May I... come in?

Allora: *drowsily waking up from her impromptu nap with Lucia, looking over to him* hmm...?

Lucien: *winces, quickly stepping in and closing the door* Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you...

Allora: S'fine. C'mere. You okay?

Lucien: *sighs, walking over and gently sitting on the edge of the bed, maintaining distance from Lucia and her* Not... quite.

Allora: *nods, breathing in deeply to brace herself for the upcoming conversation* You wanna stay?

Lucien: *blinks, looking at her in surprise* Pardon?

Allora: *stretches a little, sighing* Lucia told me Taliesin gave you an ultimatum. Stay or go. Are you staying?

Lucien: *clenches his hands tightly, looking about ready to cry* Please don't make me choose.

Allora: *shakes her head tiredly, carefully sitting up to avoid waking Lucia* Lucien-

Lucien: No- please. My mother and father are quite upset, they want nothing more than to apologize for everything that's happened. I want to as well. I care for you so much, but they're the people who raised me! I can't pick between you!

Allora: *sighs* I don't want to make you. But how many apologies will keep happening? How many times will Lucia have to worry about losing another mom? She shouldn't have to be dealing with this. I have to think about her. She's concerned about the people raising her.

Lucien: Does she- does she want me to stay here too?

Allora: None of us want you to stay behind. You know I love you. She absolutely wants to you come with us. She loves you too, you're her father.

Lucien: One of.

Allora: *narrows her eyes* Correct. And yet she begged to understand if everything would be okay, pleaded to not have you leave us. She doesn't want us to be separated, and she hates every bit of what's happening. It doesn't matter to her that she has three other fathers. She cares about you.

Lucien: ...

Allora: *sighs, shaking her head* It's not up to me what happens here.

Lucien: It's always up to you!

Allora: Lucia and I were both put in danger. Kaidan and Taliesin will refuse anything I have to say, if I even wanted to stay. Which, I don't.

Lucien: Please- just give them one last chance! I- I can't lose you! And I don't want this to hurt them!

Allora: ... *notices Lucia's cracked open eyes, knowing she was listening in* ...If they try to buy my forgiveness, we leave immediately.

Lucien: B-buy?

Allora: Offer gifts, flowery things, or offer monetary compensation- I don't want it. I want a genuine apology. I want to see them actually remorseful. If I can see that, then... I'll do what I can.

Lucien: *reaches to her hands, teary eyed and relieved* Thank you- thank you. Pl-please, let me be the first- I am so sorry for everything that's happened. This was meant to give you time from stresses back home and- I've just been ruining it left and right, and it was never my intention. I'm so sorry, Allora. Truly.

Allora: *gently pulls him forward and bumps her forehead against his, sighing* Thank you. I know you never meant to hurt me, or risk Lucia. And I know this is a rough place for you to be in. I don't know what I would choose if I were in your place. So... I get it. I forgive you.

Lucien: *wraps his arms around her and hugs her close, sniffling quietly* I'm so sorry...

Allora: Shh... we're okay, love. We'll be okay. Whatever happens, I love you.

Lucia: *clenches her hands into the blanket, trying hard to not cry* ...mama? Papa?

Allora: *smiles down at her, pulling her close into a group hug* Hey bug.

Lucien: *sniffles, pulling Lucia close* I'm- I'm really sorry Lucia. I'll be a better father for you, I promise.

Lucia: *burrows into Lucien's side* You're all ready a good papa. I love you. Are you- are you going to leave?

Lucien: *shakes his head, hugging her tight* No, Lucia. I'm not leaving you. Okay? We'll make this right, I promise.

Lucia: *leans into him and smiles hopefully up at Allora* Okay. Thanks papa.

#skyrim #TESSDE AU #Allora #Dragonborn oc #Lucia #Lucien Flavius #Lucien skyrim #Hopefully it's not too ooc? 🤔 He reads as a very emotional character overall but I dunno if this is too much #Oh well

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thelindenpapers · 15 days ago

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Truly, this is the math that is not mathing for me.

Being upset at people voting for Trump? Completely valid.

Being upset that people won't vote?

Nahhh... I'm not here to shame or guilt about it, because there are all kinds of reasons why someone wouldn't, or flat out CAN'T, vote. I'm not your mama (and even if I were, I don't have the right to force you cause children ain't property). And to be honest? I DO hate having to vote. It's usually more theatre than anything else, it doesn't attack the source of our problems.

Being upset that someone is voting for Harris, tho.....

With all due respect, are you okay? ^^;

Like, look, I get it:

• NO, I don't want capitalism, I fucking hate it with every fibre of my being; [excises life story] it has destroyed my life. Give me the moneyless, stateless, classless, borderless, collaborative, sustainable deal that so many of our Indigenous ancestors enjoyed.

• NO, the electoral system is not going to bring about the systemic change we and the Earth need and deserve. It never will.

• NO, I do not count voting or getting other people to vote as the "organizing" that is needed in order to take the power from the oligarchs hands and put it back into the hands of communities...

Things like de-arresting and bail funds, rent and work strikes, community and guerilla gardening, food pantries and libraries of things, sabotage and direct action, protests and blockading, resisting evictions and sweeps of homeless encampments, squatting, skill shares, feeding the poor and the homeless, cop watches, etc:

Community Building.

MUTUAL AID AS LIFESTYLE.

That shit, voting ain't: 10,000%, I agree!

• YES, both candidates are fucking fascists, so NO, I don't trust either of them.... I'm not hoping people will acquiesce to choosing a "master" or leader or their best buddy or whatever. 🙄

You might notice, however, that fascists are all folk are being given to choose from. :/

However it goes: yes. It's going to be bad.

So what difficulty level do you want to organize around?

Someone who at least has to PRETEND to be reasonable and wants a ceasefire and a two-state solution (which, again, I get it: that land is Palestinian, ALL of it, it should be one-state in their favor) --

Or the guy bloviating that Israel needs to "finish the job" (of literally eradicating Palestinians and establishing a western imperial nation in the middle east where it has no businesses being...America 2.0...all while his ghouls brag and laugh about the beach-front property that they'll have control of afterwards; 😒because, as usual, it all goes back to their disgusting useless profits and capitalistic land and resource grabbing and enclosure).

Do you want to work under a high level of police brutality, as it is now? Or do you want the extreme brutality that will be arriving when that jackass gives police complete immunity?

Why are we being so allergic to people who are at least trying to give themselves even the slightest of strategic advantages here?

Especially when obtaining that very slight edge requires *checks notes* using a day to go fill out ten or so bubbles with a pen... before getting back to the real work?

#I don't like it in fact I fucking hate voting but I also don't get the vitriol for people trying2 not have the worst case scenario out here #Voting doesn't automatically mean you want capitalism maybe it means you just want to organize under a dystopia and not literal *hell*#Maybe it could be good not to have more total ghouls appointed who will be in position to do harm for the next 6 decades #I don't understand the logic of understandably hating on a genocider by allowing a more *blatant and eager* genocider to win #It's a bubble. One bubble. Fill it and go back home...IF you like. Like I said I'm not judging those who don't want to #The ones who are looking down on Harris voters are confusing tho. Not all of them actually TRUST her. They're choosing the weaker adversary

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sydorax-squid · 2 years ago

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Sammy

Sammy sat at the edge of the yard, staring out at the vast forest below. He felt the breeze on his skin, in his wavy auburn hair. He took a deep breath, inhaling all the secrets carried on the wind. He listened as well, heard the whispers of the land, the stories they held in their fibers were carried by the messenger wind.

“Hello, Wind,” Sammy said quietly, greeting his old friend. The wind was warm this morning, sweet and inviting. He flexed his shoulders, his large, leathery wings yearned to be used for their purpose and not simply as a barrier against the cold.

“Samson!”

Mama’s voice echoed in Sammy’s head. He sighed. They had need of him again. But for nothing important. It was never important.

“Samson!”

“I’m coming.” Sammy stood, unfurling his huge, red-orange wings. Sammy himself was a slender lad, typical of his particular breed. His body was light and near-weightless, though delicate and breakable. He was built to fly, built for speed and maneuverability and distance.

He heard Mama call for him once again. Sighing, Samson curled his wings back, the strong little clawed fingers at the top of the hand-like appendages hooked together, giving his wings the look and use of a fabulous leather cloak. He turned and ran back to the house; it wasn’t far enough to bother flying. It would only make him yearn to travel more.

Sammy entered the brightly-lit house full of life. His little siblings were gallivanting around the bottom floor, the triplets barked and yipped and nipped at each other’s tails. Sammy stepped over them, heading for the magnetic center that was his Mother.

“Samson!” she declared, turning to him. “We just got a letter; your Uncle Timothy and Aunt Hilda will be here in a few days!”

“Okay?” His disinterest was thick.

“We’ve got to make sure that they have a place to stay while they do their business, dear,” Mama informed him, sifting through the loose-leaf papers on her desk. “They’ll be staying for about a week, can you go tell your brothers that they need to get some extra blood?”

“Why can’t Sarah tell them?” Sammy complained. He hated having to go into town. The people there always stared at him. “I thought she could project halfway around the world now.”

“She’s busy, darling,” Mama said dismissively, quickly scribbling something down on a piece of paper. “We also need some things from Dale and Gaylord.”

Sammy snickered.

Mama glared at him.

“Gaylord is an old and respectable name,” she began. Sammy nodded his head back and forth with mild disdain. He’d heard this lecture before.

“Okay, anything else?” Sammy asked, taking the paper. Mama tilted her head at her son, seeing his secret displeasures.

“Samson. You're not upset about what Grandma Tildy said, are you?”

“…No.”

“Honey, don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not upset. Do you want anything else?”

“No. But go ask your father. Make sure he doesn’t need anything himself.”

“Okay.”

Sammy left the study, went downstairs to the Coffin Hold. He turned quickly, tracing his way through the darkness with familiarity. His red-orange wings emitted a soft glow, which helped his lackluster night-sight. Unlike his fellow winged cousins, Sammy wasn’t gifted with echolocation or a strong night-sight. He was cursed.

Sam stopped at his father’s large mahogany box. He knocked gently on the lid.

“What?” came the muffled, irritable voice.

“Mama wants to know if you want anything from town.”

“Other than blood?”

“Yes, of course,” Sammy sighed. There was a pause as his father thought.

“I suppose virgins are out of the question?”

“Dad.”

“Just kidding, lighten up. Um, oh, we need some more wood polish. Get the lemon-scented one, that’s my favorite.”

“Got it.”

“And some chocolates. Your sister’s birthday is coming up.”

“Edie’s?”

“No, Sarah.”

“Oh.” Sammy made a note to get the cheapest, grossest chocolates he could find. Maybe they’d let him have the expired ones. He smirked to himself. “Okay, I’ll be back.”

“Mmm.”

Sammy went back upstairs, nearly bumping into Edie on his way outside.

“Oh, sorry,” Edie murmured, hurrying on her way. So secretive, Sammy thought wistfully. She was probably keeping a blood pet someplace. Everyone has that phase, the “Old World’s Way” phase. Part of growing up.

Sammy, spreading his wings wide, jumped off the roof of the house, flapping wildly as he spiraled high into the air. Samson stopped, hovering above the world, looking down at all the little houses with their little occupants and all the rest that dwells beyond the horizons. But he had a task to fulfill. Sammy tilted his magnificent appendages, shifting his body downward. He floated gently down, as if a lost kite on the friendly wind, traversing the 30 or so miles to town in a matter of a few minutes. He circled overhead, taking advantage of the bright summer day to obscure his visage from those beneath. Sammy glided down, down, down towards the edge of town, towards his favorite place; Patches’ place.

Sammy tilted his wings back, catching the air to slow his descent as he approached Patches’ house.

“Patches!” he called out, his wings silent but for the sound of dancing wind. “Patches!”

The door to the little house opened to reveal a girl, around Sammy’s age, her face was dirty and her hair messy, she wore simple clothes covered in patches. Hence the name she was given.

“Again?” Patches asked, seeming a bit irritated. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I just come by to say hello?”

“You did that yesterday and the day before,” Patches commented. “What, are you lonely or something?”

“Maybe I just like you,” Sammy teased, leaning forward, sneering playfully. Patches’ face flushed red as she looked at the handsome boy with the bright red-orange wings. “You’re cute.”

“I got work to do,” Patches said, looking over her shoulder. “Pa will be back soon. He needs his boots shiny for the interview.”

Sammy took her hands.

“Come into town with me,” he told her. “I’ll buy your Pa new boots!”

“I can’t, I’m busy!” Patches exclaimed anxiously, her heart wanting nothing more than to accompany the young man.

“Oh, alright,” Sammy said, sullenly. “You talked me into it. I’ll help you shine your pa’s boots.”

“You don’t—”

“It’ll be done quicker, then you can come to town with me! Please?”

Patches, eager and willing to spend time with her only friend, agreed. Sammy, who had much experience with polishing the coffins in the Hold, applied the same level of skill to this task, resulting in a very handsome shoe. Patches didn't do hers nearly as well, so Sam offered to show her how, repeating the process on the second boot. After about ten minutes, the boots were shined good and proper and Patches was free to go to town with Sammy.

“I’ll walk with you,” Sammy declared, hooking the thumbs of his wings together, issuing the look of an ancient gentleman with a fine leather cloak, but with a boyish face and gait.

The pair went into town, garnering some quizzical and unsettled looks from the residents, though many knew of the oddities of the Old Family On The Hill and simply ignored the boy.

“So what’re we doing?” Patches asked, skipping along barefoot beside Sam. Sam, usually a sullen and unhappy child, skipped unevenly beside her.

“I gotta tell Leon and Byron to bring home more… food tonight. We have some relatives coming over in a few days so we gotta prepare.”

“Why don’t your parents come and get it?”

“Leon and Byron have the car.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” Patches nodded, slowing to a walk. She peered into a store. “Look at that lady with the funny hat!”

Samson went to join her at the window.

“She looks like my Cousin Gertrude.” He squinted against the glare of the sun on glass. “Not hairy enough.”

Patches laughed.

They continued on towards the Mortuary.

Samson stopped at the rainbow colored candy store. He pulled out the coin purse Mama had given him. He counted the money inside. He turned and grinned at Patches.

“You want a lollipop?”

Patches gasped.

“But it’s not my birthday.”

“Who cares?” Sammy laughed, grabbing Patches by the hand and dragging her into the store. They looked at all the magical candies, the lollipops, the rock candy, the chocolate bars, the candied nuts, the sugar wafers, the cookies and caramels, the gummies, the licorices, the ribbon candy in all it’s different shapes and colors and patterns, the peppermint puffs and the exotic sweets with the names no child could pronounce. Sam picked a delightfully-decorated box of chocolates with a “CLEARANCE” sticker on it for cruel Sarah and let Patches choose her own treat. She got a spiral lollipop, pink, red, and yellow swirling on a stick. Sammy got a little baggy of mixed hard candy for cheap. He let Patches try some of his but refused to try hers. It was a gift, after all, for her.

The two children left the candy store as happy as children can be after a visit to the best place in town. They skipped and laughed and ran to the Mortuary to complete their quest.

Patches stopped at the door, the smell of ash and formaldehyde and the heavy make-up and wax to fix the dead-struck faces flooded her nose. She felt very uncomfortable. Sammy took her hand, lending his strength, his courage to his dearest friend. She tried to smile away the unease she felt, forcing her feet to drag warily, sticky with doubt, into the forbidding building.

“Leon!” Sammy shouted as they entered, irreverently of the family gathered for a wake. “Byron! Mama’s got a message for you!”

“Ah, the young Mr Aldritch,” Mr Beanuit said, rushing past the confused mourners to meet the auburn-headed youth. “And friend.” He motioned in acknowledgement to Patches. “How can I help you two?”

“I’m lookin’ for my brothers, Mr Beanut,” Sammy declared, mispronouncing Mr Beanuit’s name on purpose because he knew it irritated the old mortician. It was French, anyway. Hard to figure, the French. What with their… vowels.

“It’s ‘Beenwah’,” Mr Beanuit corrected in vain. He sighed. “Your brothers are in the back, as you are well aware.”

“They won’t open the door for me,” Sammy said simply. It was the truth, his big brothers ignored him. They believed him useless, just like the rest of the Family. “Had to come in the front.”

“I’ll be having a talk with them about that,” Mr Beanuit said in his gentle, whispery voice, though his tone was firm with resolve. He guided the pair into the back of the smelly building, through the lavishly decorated and furnished viewing rooms and visiting areas. Patches tracked mud in with her, while Sammy took every opportunity to stray and look at some decorative vase or excessive oil painting.

Eventually, thankfully, Mr Beanuit got them in the back. Patches held tight to Samson’s hand as they entered the more gruesome area of the Mortuary. Leon and Byron were standing together at an occupied table, performing some sort of macabre ritual on the former Mrs Watts.

“Samson,” Leon muttered, setting down his tools. Byron did the same. “What do you want?”

“Uncle Timothy and Aunt Hilda are coming for a visit,” he reported. “Mama wants you to procure some more food for the family. She also wants these things from Dale and, heh, Gaylord.”

Patches snickered along with Sammy at the silly name.

Leon sighed, taking the list from his brother’s hand. He glanced at it before tucking it in his breast pocket.

“Okay, we’ll get to work on it. Now get lost, we’re busy.” Leon took up his tools once again and Byron did the same. They ignored the huffing of their younger brother and went about their grim work.

“C’mon,” Sammy whispered to Patches. “We can go to the Drop.”

Sammy and Patches raced each other out to the Drop, their second favorite place in town, behind the candy store, of course. Patches won the footrace, as usual, and she demanded to see Sammy do loop-the-loops as her prize for winning. The young man smiled, she always loved to see him do aerial tricks. And he always loved showing off. A natural-born performer, he was, especially before Patches.

With a great leaping bound, Samson went careening off the tall cliff, unfurling his great red-orange wings and letting the air currents take him up, up, up into the sky! He whooped and howled with laughter as he hurtled through the skies, his eyes thick with a protective layer against the harshness of the speeding wind. Samson performed first a loop-the-loop, then a horizontal spin that turned to a vertical pirouette that ended in a death-defying fall. He pulled up just barely before he hit the craggy ground, his feet grazing the sharp, murderous rocks. The thrill of near-death was exhilarating, he adored this feeling; it was the feeling of life! Pure, unfiltered, raw; true living.

Samson came back around to the clapping Patches, landing gracefully at her side, his wings spread wide open with exuberance. He bowed, accepting her praise.

“You were wonderful!” she declared. “I wish I could fly; you're so lucky, Sammy. You can just fly away whenever you want. Nothing keeps you tethered, not even gravity!”

“I wish I could fly away whenever I wanted,” Sammy said, sitting on the soft grass. Patches joined him there, her face clouded with confusion.

“Why can’t you?” she asked. “What’s to stop you?”

“People,” Samson sighed. “I’m supposed to fly at night so people can’t see me, but I can’t see so well in the dark. And my wings, they glow! Like embers in a scorched fireplace. I stand out too much when I fly. If people see me, they’ll get scared, they’ll come after me. And my Family, they’ll be mad, they’ll punish me if I get seen by people. There’s nowhere in the world my Family can’t reach. Especially Sarah. She can travel without moving. I hate her. I hate her freedom. She can go and do whatever she wants, but me? Nah, I’m stuck here. Useless red-headed flyboy. A freak, a failure.” Sammy shook his head. “You don’t wanna be like me, Patches.”

“But, I am like you,” Patches said. “I’m stuck here because of my family, I stand out because of my appearance, and my grandparents call me a failure every time they visit. Pa tries to tell them how much he needs me, how helpful I am, but they’ll never hear it. And that’s why I can’t leave, Sam. I can’t leave my Pa, he needs me.”

“Oh, Patches.” Samson said, his view of her growing muddy and wet. “You’re better than me. You stay for your Pa, for love. I stay for cowardice. I’m scared of people and my Family. You're reasons are better than mine.”

“Reasons are reasons, none are really better than the other, not if you look at it from above, see things in perspective. We’re both staying for reasons we’re not happy with. Isn’t that what matters?”

Samson flopped back onto the grass, staring up into the sky. He mulled over her words.

“Y’know what I think matters?” Sammy asked. “I think it matters that we’re stuck here together. If we weren’t, you and me probably wouldn't have been friends.”

Patches fell back upon the grass to join Sammy in cloud-watching.

“That’s a pleasant way to see things.” She mused, tapping her foot against nothing. “A good reason to stay, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She turned to look at him. “For each other.”

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lcandothisallday · 2 years ago

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Can you write jealous!reader? But Jack finds it endearing?

Cute When You’re Jealous - Jack Harlow x f!reader

You watch from your spot leaning against the bar how Jack smiles and laughs with a few people. What bothered you wasn’t that he was enjoying his time, it was that he was enjoying it with not one, but two of his old hookups.

They were part of his same circle so you saw them often and it seemed like Jack had no desire to fully break things off with them, despite being in a well established relationship with you. You couldn’t help but feel upset at that. There seemed to be a double standard when it came to Jack. God forbid you even showed politeness towards a man yet here he was interacting with exes with his usual flirting ways.

After a little while, you make your way to where he stood, which instantly caught his attention causing him to grin. “There you are mamas—c’mere,” he mused, extending his arm for you. You let him wrap his arm around you, smiling softly when he places a kiss to your temple.

You remain quite while he continues to chat for the rest of the night which didn’t go unoticed by him. When you finally make it back to the hotel room, you try to rush into the washroom to change and get ready for bed, but he instantly gently grabs onto your arm and leads you towards the bed.

He takes a seat on the edge of the mattress and urges you to sit in his lap. “What’s up ma? You’ve been off all night,” he sighed, his hand rubbing your back encouragingly. You simply shrug, “nothing.”

Jack shook his head, “baby I know when something is wrong.”

“I just—” you pause and shake your head. “I don’t like how you’re still friends with your old hookups,” you frown. “I don’t mean to sound demanding or insecure and I don’t wanna police who you surround yourself with but it,” you shrug again. “I don’t know. It makes me uncomfortable I guess.”

Jack let out a sigh as his hand travelled from your back to rest on your thigh. “Baby you know it doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know but how would you feel if I was still actively friends with my exes?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes. “I…I hate being like this with you but I can’t help what I feel, J.”

Jack licked his lips, “okay then I won’t hang out with them anymore,” he stated simply. You furrowed your brows and took in a breath. “So…you’re not mad?” you ask him quietly.

His hand came up to push back some of your hair, tucking the loose strands behind your ear. “I want you to be comfortable mamas…it’s not like I really want to vibe with them anyway,” he shrugged. “They’re my exes for a reason,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you nod, your voice trailing off. Jack couldn’t help but stare at you with an amused grin. When you took notice, your cheeks heated up. “What?” you ask.

Jack laughed softly and brushed it off. “Nah it’s nothing ma.” His response causes you to let out a groan. “C’mon Jack…tell me,” you pout, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his.

The smirk never left Jack’s lips as he went to respond, his hands now rubbing your thighs. “You’re just cute when you’re jealous baby,” he hummed. The embarrassment washed over you as you felt more heat rush to your face if possible.

“That’s like the last thing I wanted you to think,” you whined as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the action inevitably causing Jack to giggle because he thought you were adorable. “Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of,” Jack mused, gently lifting your head up so you could look at him. “I’m always jealous over you,” he stated nonchalantly.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, looking into your boyfriends eyes with an amused and soft smile.

He nods in response, “Yup…cos you’re mine,” he begins lowly, lifting you up and laying you down on the bed, his body now hovering over yours. “And I’m yours,” he whispered against your lips before he smashed his into yours in a searing and passionate kiss.

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berberriescorner · 2 years ago

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"Keep Me Posted"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Oh, you know, just Rio being an attentive, caring, flirty, and nurturing boyfriend😍.

Warnings: The reader has a chronic illness. There are brief descriptions of what it’s like dealing with an autoimmune disease. If you have knowledge of or can relate to the topic it may or may not make you a little sad. Being the emotional ass gangsta I am, a thug tear was definitely shed in the making of this😆.

Word Count: 900+.

Personal Note: This drabble (not even sure what to call it) is very near and dear to me. Yes, it’s self-indulgent AF, but I had a disappointing doctor’s visit earlier this week😔 (which inspired me to put my feelings into my writing). I figured why not write something for not only myself but other beautiful readers who deal with the struggles of having a chronic illness? Even if you don’t personally know what it’s like, I hope you still read it and enjoy the fluffiness that Rio’s dishing.

Your bedroom was pitch black as light snores fell from your overtired body. Upset by the day's events, you had raced home to shower and fall into bed as soon as possible. Your boyfriend Rio had been pretty busy that day as well. He had still managed to take the time to shoot you a few texts. The usual: did you eat, mama? How was your day? Ending it with an, “I’ll be late. Don’t wait up. Get some rest. I love you, mama.” You had taken the time to answer each question thoroughly, giving him a quick rundown of your stressful day. Rio (a man of very few words) had simply texted his apologies for your long day. He suggested you go home, take a nice hot bath and pamper yourself. You did exactly that and went to bed not long afterward.

You had been asleep for some hours, but the brightness of your phone screen awakened you. Blinking away the blurriness in your vision, you rolled yourself to the edge of the bed. Eyes focused on the screen as a sleepy grin danced across your face. Sitting up, your back pressed against the headboard. With the swipe of your finger, you accepted the incoming call.

“Hi, papa. It’s so late, and the bed’s cold without you. When are you coming home, my love?”

“I’ma be home in an hour or so, mama. Sorry to wake you, but I just wanted to know if you ate. I could bring you a late-night snack if you didn’t.”

“I had a little something. I’ll take a snack so long as it’s you.”

“Come on, ma. Don’t start something you can’t finish. Bet once I get there, you’ll be out like a light. You need rest anyway, darlin’. Sleep, I’ll be home soon to take care of you.”

Rio’s assumption was correct. Not long after ending the conversation, you were fast asleep. Your body was fighting against you at every turn. Two hours later, you felt the bed shift. The intoxicating scent of your boyfriend's cologne penetrated the air. Rio sat on the side of your bed, staring at you with love in his eyes. Your eyes remained shut as you felt his hand reach out. His digits pushed a few strands of hair out of your beautiful face. He continued to gaze at you with longing. There was also a hint of worry that played upon his features. His mind drifted back to the sadness in your messages from earlier. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt you stir a bit. Your eyes fluttered open as you groggily smiled up at him.

“Hey, baby.”

“How you doin’, mama? Are you feeling any better?”

“About the same,” you frowned.

“You still upset about your appointment earlier today?”

“Yes, I just hate feeling like this. It’s one thing dealing with lupus, but the last three appointments have revealed the same issues. My anemia is only getting worse, and nobody can seem to pinpoint the exact reason for it. Pills never work, and the iron infusions are doing next to nothing. I’m just so tired all the time. It’s starting to take a toll on me mentally. The depression is starting to creep in, and I feel like I’m drowning.”

“Why did you wait all this time to tell me what was going on, mama? I’m going to have to start accompanying you on your visits again. I can’t have you holding out on me. Thought you loved me, girl,” he teased.

“Boy, stop! Love you for life, papa. You’re dealing with the stress of business and trying to get to the bag. I didn’t want to add to that stress. You get anxious anytime I’m having a rough time, and I need you focused out in these streets, babe. I can take care of myself, I promise.”

“With all due respect, darlin’. I’ll decide if I can handle it. I assure you I can. Let me take care of you, mama. You ain’t gotta deal with this all on your own. Anytime you need me, just say the word, mama.”

Your eyes had started to water, and Rio cupped your chin.

“Now, what’s all this? Why are you crying, baby?”

“Why you gotta be so damn sweet? You do such a wonderful job at keeping me grounded. Thanks for always reminding me how much you care. I love you, papa.”

“Love you with everything in me, darlin’.” He kissed your lips gently. “You’ll be straight, mama. I’ll help you weather any storm that comes your way.” He wiped away any residual tears from your face. “You good, mama? Did you take your nighttime medications?” With a nod of your head, a yawn fell from your lips, “I’ma go hop in the shower. You lay that pretty little head down and get some more sleep,” he said, kissing your lips.

“Will you come to bed and spoon me when you get out?”

“You know I got you my baby. Now sleep,” he instructed, laying a kiss on your forehead. Rio pulled the covers over you and adjusted the pillows.

After a quick hot shower, he finished up in the bathroom. He slid into bed, taking a moment to turn his phone on silent. Gently wrapping his arms around your body, he pulled you against him. Rio’s lips made contact with the back of your head. You stirred a bit as your body molded into his. Seconds later, your cute little snores resumed. Rio let out a light chuckle at the sound of the snoring. “Love you with everything in me. Goodnight, mama,” he whispered. He was caught off guard as your sleepy voice mumbled, “Love you endlessly. Night, papa,” you replied, falling back to sleep instantly. Rio’s handsome smirk played upon his features as he rubbed circles into your smooth, silky thigh until he joined you in a good night's rest.

I hope that you enjoyed it, my lovelies! It for sure did its job lifting my spirits while writing it🥹♥️. I have something similar in the works for Chris Evans. “Keep Me Posted” will be turned into a series of drabbles called “Daily Struggles”(shoutout to my twinnie @nightlywords7 for coming up with the series title💓). Comments and reblogs would be greatly appreciated.

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heavenlybutler · 2 years ago

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i can’t keep waiting

part one

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: elvis and you have been secretly seeing each other and hiding it from everyone, including his girlfriend. but with him leaving to tour, he confronts you about wanting to be exclusive, not wanting you with other men while he’s gone.

warnings: mentions of sex, angst, some fluff, cheating

word count: 3k

note: i’ve been ABSOLUTELY blown away from the love i’ve been receiving on my last post. it’s feels totally unreal and i can’t thank everyone enough!! i’ve been trying to write up with something great to say thank you for all of the love i’ve been getting but i’ve been struggling with ideas as always. so i wrote this, it’s definitely not my best but i wanted to post it anyways. i’m high as fuck as i type this i tried to proofread but i’m sure there’s still some mistakes but i’ll get to that tomorrow. if anyone wants a part two to this lmk!!! also again, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all of the love!! <3333

part two here!

“y/n! elvis is here,” you heard your mother yell from down the hall.

a few seconds later, you heard your bedroom door opening from behind you. you turned on the stool of your vanity to find elvis in a pink suit and a blue lace shirt underneath.

“hi, handsome,” you smiled as he closed your bedroom door and made his way over to you.

“hey, beautiful,” elvis leaned down to place a short kiss to your lips.

“this is a nice surprise,” you grinned as you turned around to resume your makeup.

“yeah, uh… darlin, i hope it’s alright. was gon’ call but i figured i’d just come by,” elvis said, sitting down on the end edge of your bed.

“of course it’s alright,” you started, turning to check the clock on your nightstand, “i just gotta get to work in about an hour.”

“want me to drive you?,” elvis politely offered as he always did.

“no honey, it’s okay. mama is gonna let me drive her car since i’ll be back before she has to go into work in the morning,” you responded.

the two of you made casual small talk for the next few minutes but you could tell there was something on his mind.

“the colonel man that i told you about… he wants me to join the hayride tour,” elvis spoke with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“that’s amazing, baby!,” you paused, looking at his reflection in the mirror of your vanity. elvis was fiddling with his hands and staring at them which you noticed. “or is it not?,” you questioned, laying the lipstick that was in your hand down as you turned around to look at him.

“it’s just that… i’ma be gone for a while,” elvis said quietly, finally looking up from his hands. his eyes met yours as worry pondered on his face.

“how long?,” you asked, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice and facial expressions. it was selfish for you to be upset over the boy leaving you but you were still proud he was finally getting some of the recognition he deserved.

“month or so,” elvis murmured, his eyesight moving away from yours and back to his hands.

you had met elvis about three months ago. him and his bandmates came into the diner that you worked at one late night. you were working the night shift so you didn’t really expect anyone to be coming in.

you noticed how handsome the boy was the moment you saw him walk through the door. so you perked up a little when you went to take the men’s order.

“hi, my names y/n. what can i get y’all started with for drinks?,” you smiled as you placed 3 menus down on the table.

“um… i think we’ll all have a coffee,” the handsome one spoke up, his eyes lingered on you shortly before looking over to the men that sat in front of him.

“okay, i’ll have that up for y’all shortly,” you said politely, turning from them but glancing back to see the pretty one’s eyes looking your backside up and down. his glance shot away once he saw you were looking at him.

you eventually took their food orders, returning with their food a few short minutes after. you noticed how chatty they were for it to be two in the morning.

you returned to refill their coffee cups, making small talk with the three of them. they were good company to you since the only other person in the diner was the older cook whose only words to you were yells of demand.

“well, why don’t you sit down with us? doesn’t look like you’ve got many customers waitin’ on ya ‘round here…,” one of the men said while looking around the empty diner.

so you did, you slid into the seat beside the one you had been eying for the past 20 minutes. you learned a bit about the three of them. they introduced themselves as bill, scotty, and elvis. you had heard elvis’s name around town a few times but you never put any thought to it.

they told you about their group, elvis being the voice of it. scotty and bill were more talkative than elvis who you thought may have been sleepy or a bit shy. you conversed with them for what only seemed like 10 minutes but you looked up to the clock to see an hour had passed.

elvis had started to talk as much as the other boys to you, if not more. you enjoyed talking to him the most. you could’ve listened to him talk all night but another group of people walked in.

“it was really nice talking to y’all and i hope to see the three of you again. y’all are welcome to stay as long as you please but i’m gonna run and get the bill for whenever y’all are ready,” you smiled, slipping out of the booth. elvis’s blue eyes followed you as you walked away once again, a little less shameful this time.

you took the other table's drink orders before going behind the counter and writing up the bill for three boys. you thought on it for a second before writing your number down on the back of the bill along with your name.

you returned to the table, sliding the bill to elvis with a small smile.

“do y’all need anything before ya’ leave? a coffee to go?,” you asked, avoiding the handsome boy's face as he read the back of the bill.

“no, thank you. you have been a wonderful server though,” bill smiled, nodding to you.

“i appreciate it,” you spoke, turning to walk away before elvis could say anything to you.

“thank you, miss y/n,” elvis’s voice caught you, making you spin around. you gave one last polite smile, your heart pounding in your chest as you walked away.

after that night, to your surprise and disappointment, you didn’t hear from him for a couple of days. until one late night, he caught your eye as he walked into the diner, by himself this time.

he explained that his mother had washed his pants that had the bill receipt in the pocket. he went looking for it the day after he had met you and found it shredded in the laundry machine.

the story made you giggle but you still wondered why it had taken him days to come back and see you, which you asked.

much to your dismay, he told you he had a girlfriend named dixie. you were disappointed until he told you that he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the night he left the diner. elvis clarified that he and dixie, while they were still together, they were kind of on the outs since his career had picked up and he’d like to start spending time with you.

you agreed and ever since that night, you’d seen the boy almost every day. you had learned almost everything about him as he’d come over to your house after he got off of work, spending a couple of hours with you before your night shift started.

whenever elvis was around, you never thought about dixie but when he left, you felt guilty. you had never been the type to pursue a boy with a girlfriend. the two of you hadn’t gone farther than kissing because of dixie being at the back of both of your minds.

sometimes your emotions turned from guilty to jealously whenever you thought of her. she got to go to his apartment to see him whenever she wanted, be around his family whenever she wanted, kiss him- touch him… whenever she wanted. and she didn’t have to hide it. she wasn’t his secret.

elvis didn’t like when you brought up her name. he didn’t want to focus on anyone or anything but you when he spent time with you. a month into whatever you wanted to call what the two of you had going on, you nervously asked if elvis thought he would ever break up with her.

elvis told you that he would eventually but he didn’t want to break her heart right now… but that was two months ago now. they weren’t doing well in the first place but elvis just didn’t have the heart to tell her, they’d been together for two years.

you stood up and walked over to sit beside elvis on the edge of your bed. you grabbed his large hand in yours, making him turn his attention to you.

“your mama okay with it?,” you asked knowing his mother was very protective of him from the things he had told you about her. you could tell elvis loved his mama more than anything and you presumed she loved him just as much.

“i mean… she ain’t happy ‘bout it at all. but she wants more people to hear me and watch me perform so she’s agreed to it,” elvis explained, your thumb running up and down his hand to comfort him.

“then what’s the problem, honey?,” you asked with concern in your voice. you wondered why he wasn’t bouncing off the walls with excitement. all he’s ever wished for was for his music to prosper and to spoil his family and you with the money that comes from it.

“i’on wanna leave you,” elvis whispered, his blue eyes boring into yours.

you shook your head with a small comforting smile on your lips, “honey, you know i’ll miss you and all… but i’ll be right here when you get back. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you’d be stupid not to take it.” you shifted a little on the bed, bringing your knee up between the two of you so you could sit comfortably.

“i know, darlin’. but i’m scared,” elvis spoke, his eyes once again looking away from you.

“hey,” you brought your hands to his chin, bringing his face up to look at you. “you’re a great performer, elvis. i know it and apparently so does this colonel fellow. you ain’t got nothin’ to be afraid of.”

“that ain’t the reason, y/n,” elvis paused, you raised your eyebrows, signaling for him to explain. he continued, “i know you’re not my girl, technically. but i still don’t want no man trying to sweep you out from under my feet while i’m out of town.”

you took in his words, trying to process them. is he trying to tell you he wants to be exclusive while he’s already got a girl waiting for him at home? it didn’t make any sense to you.

while you hadn’t been seeing other people because you didn’t really have the time to with your schedule… you also hadn’t even thought about seeing another man since you met elvis. but him implying he wanted you to drop that possibility just didn’t sound fair to you.

“elvis… i- i don’t know if i get what you’re trying to say,” you nervously looked at the wall behind him as you dropped his hand, bringing yours to lay on your knee.

“y/n, i want you… i only want you. i want you to be my girl,” elvis laid his hand on top of yours. his words sounded genuine, they really did but you still didn’t know what to think. your mind ran straight to dixie.

“i… i can’t keep waiting on you… what about dix-,” you started, looking back to his concerned face but he cut you off.

“i’ll break up with her when i get back from the tour. i’on wanna do it right now because it’ll cause a lot of drama at home before i leave… but i promise you, i’ll do it,” elvis pleaded, his hand now gripping yours.

you wished you could look into his pleading blue eyes and tell him he needed to go ahead and end it, but you couldn’t.

“i- i don’t know, elvis… y’all have been together for a while. i don’t want to be the cause of this,” you stuttered out the first part.

you were officially going to be a home-wrecking whore if you said yes. all the times you’d imagined this conversation in your head, you had jumped to say yes. thoughts clouded your mind and elvis could tell by the pondering look on your face.

elvis’s other hand snaked around your back, scooting closer to you. his hand that had been placed on yours was now running up and down your arm.

“can i tell you something?,” elvis asked, your head shooting him up to look at him. you softly nodded, not knowing what was about to come out of the boy's mouth next.

elvis went quiet for a few seconds before speaking, “i don’t kiss her anymore. when she kisses me, i obviously have to kiss her back but it’s always short. every second that my lips are on hers, all i can think about is you. but when i kiss you… it’s different. hell, i haven’t made love to her since the day before i met you at the diner…,” elvis revealed, your mouth hung open for a few seconds as you took all of the new information in.

relief shouldn’t have washed over you at the sound of those words but it did. the fact that he had kept himself from pleasure the same as you had the past three months was comforting somehow.

“you’re uh… you’re telling the truth?,” you asked with worry in your small voice, his face coming closer to yours.

“wouldn’t ever lie to you, baby,” elvis’ lips ghosted over yours as he whispered.

you began to stop thinking with your heart and started thinking with your hormones that had built up inside of you for three months.

you shook your head at the thoughts that imploded your brain. elvis noticed the worried look on your face and was immediately concerned.

“what’s on your mind?,” elvis asked, pulling his face away from yours to await your answer.

“you doing-… just you…,” you mumbled, trying to push the ungodly thoughts out of your head.

“me doin’ what, darlin’?”

“you… touching me…,” your shy eyes studied him, trying to read him from his facial expressions.

his eyebrows shot up and a smirk appeared on his face.

“yeah?,” elvis’ hand that rested on your thigh began to move up it but you stopped him.

“we can’t. not until…,” you didn’t finish your sentence but he knew what you meant. you couldn’t do anything more until dixie was out of the picture, you reminded yourself over and over in your head.

“well…,” elvis began, his smirk dropping to a disappointed smile, “now i know what i’ll be thinking about for the next four weeks…,” elvis ended with a small chuckle.

the thought of him leaving you being brought back into your brain made you sigh. you playfully pouted your lip out to the boy which earned a genuine smile from him.

“it’ll all be worth it in the end. everything will be worth it in the end,” you reassured him, on a more serious note, grabbing his hand.

“i know it will,” elvis brought your hand up to his mouth, placing a small kiss on it.

“when do you leave?,” you asked, finally realizing you he hadn’t mentioned it to you.

the small smile left elvis’ face as he responded, “tomorrow morning.”

you heartbeat sped up, not thinking he was going to be leaving so soon. your gaze dropped to your lap as tears formed in your eyes.

“hey, hey,” elvis heard a whimper leave your lips before he pulled you closer to him so you were buried into his chest.

“i’ll be back before you know it. i’ll call you every day. i’ll even call you before i leave in the morning. when i get back… everything will be different. i’ll be able to introduce you to my folks, take you everywhere with me… i ain’t leaving your side when i get back, okay?” elvis rubbed up and down your back as his other hand came under your chin, bringing it up to look at him.

“okay…,” you sniffled out. elvis pressed a kiss to your forehead before your head returned to his chest. the both of you sat in silence as you listened to the patter of his heartbeat for a few minutes.

“i love you.”

elvis finally said the words he had been wanting to say since the first month you spent together.

you slowly raised your head to look at him, you noticed the small tears in his eyes as well.

“i love you,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

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enchantinglyjade · 2 years ago

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 23

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis is trying to come to terms with Honey dating again. Honey isn't too fond of it herself

Warning: NSFW 18+ mild sexual activity, dirty talk, swearing, flirting

Song: Do You Love Me - The Contours

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-Elvis POV-

God damn, this woman is driving me crazy. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I see her everywhere, in everything. I can’t go one minute without thinkin of her and that blonde curly hair. Being near her felt like a little glimpse of heaven, even when she’s mad at me. I’d do sinful things to get a taste of that sweetness, especially if it meant escaping this hell for even a second.

I shake her from my thoughts. Gotta knock this shit off, I got a show comin up soon. Can’t be caught distracted now

I stand in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth. As I bend down to spit, I feel a small arm snake around my waist. Marcella reaches her head around my arm to peek at me through the mirror. “My mom’s wondering when we’re gonna be bringing some grandbabies over to visit her.” She whispers, as she begins to untie my robe.

I rinse the toothbrush off, throwing it over onto a nearby towel. “‘Cella, I just got Charles, can we slow down a sec.” I reply calmly, but feel irritated just looking at her.

She huffs, pulling away to put her hands on her hips. “We’ve been married for how long now, Elvis? You have barely made love to me since the day you put this ring on my finger.” She holds up her hand as if I’d need help realizing which ring she was talkin bout.

I clench my jaw, storming out the bathroom. “I told you, I just ain’t really that type.”

She scoffs, following close behind me. “‘Ain’t that type’? Ain’t that something. It’s cause of her! I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” I sit down on the edge of the bed, rubbing my temple with my hand. Everytime this woman speaks I get a headache. “My father already hasn’t taken the news lightly, so I suggest you finally move on from her to not further upset him.” She crosses her arms, stomping towards the door. I raise my head, just as she opens it. She looks back at me over her shoulder, taking a deep exhale before she speaks. “Look, I’m willing to forget about all this, but I did see a little blue shirt in the window of the boutique downstairs, if you wanna make it up to me. It’s the least you can do after everything.” And with that, she slams the door shut.

Lord, how’d I get myself into this mess.

Later in the day, I get the boys over to talk production, Charles in my bedroom watching TV since I apparently had to watch him for Honey’s…evening talk with an old friend. Things go fine, until I leave the room to grab a cola. On my way back from the fridge, I overhear their conversation.

“Damn she sure is a fine woman though.”

“She’s E.P.’s baby mama if you wanna get in between that.”

“You bet I don’t.”

“The hell you two talkin bout?” The boys go quiet, turning around to look at me, watching as I sit down at the desk in the living room scattered with papers and letters. I scoff at their hesitant faces. “She’s more than just a baby mama.”

“Really? And what would that be?”

I gulp down some of my drink, setting it down frustratedly with a loud clunk. “A good friend.”

“You hear that? She’s a ‘good friend’.”

“Oh, I ain’t got no doubts.”

The boys go back and forth, laughing and clearly having no fear of testing my patience today. “Alright, now all’a’ya put a sock in it, and keep her outta your thoughts ‘fore I have to leave a handprint across your faces.” I glare at each of them in the room, but they only snicker at my attempt to warn them.

Jerry dares to speak up. “Elvis, I’ve known you for years and you never mentioned a- what do you call her? Bumble?” He asks over the edge of his glasses.

“Cause I don’t want to. Now, I need you to go to those shops downstairs and buy a blue shirt in the window.” I say, steering the conversation away from her.

He raises an eyebrow. “Just…a blue shirt? What shirt?”

I rest my elbows on the desk, rubbing my temples roughly. “I don’t know, man. Any fuckin blue shirt you see down there.”

He thinks for a moment, before reluctantly standing from his chair and sliding out the door, following the orders I gave him. Now that that conversation is over, let’s move on to some real business-

“Billy, you said you knew her before right? You got any beans to spill on the whole situation?” Red questions.

I clench my jaw, throwing my head over the back of my chair in annoyance.

“Yeah, he was crazy bout her back in the day. Them two was always sneakin ‘round the cops. He’d even go dancing with her.” He snorts out a laugh until he makes eye contact with me, then his face drops. “Sorry, cous’.”

“See, how come we never heard this?” Joe asks.

“Ain’t easy to talk about.” I respond quietly. “Now can we move on from this topic?”

There’s a knock on the door.

George stands since he’s the closest to the entrance. “Yeah, come on guys. Gotta keep quiet before one of Elvis’ girls shows up.” He taunts with a laugh.

My knuckles turn white, gripping the bottle in my hand. “Girl. I have one.” I demand.

He only chuckles, opening the door to reveal Thomas standing behind it. “Hey, E.P.!” He greets, casually stepping in. He’d been stopping by for the past few days. Ran into him while I was out bringing Marcella shopping down the strip. We had already gotten pretty familiar with each other again before Honey reunited with him. Now I don’t even wanna look at him, just Michael all over again. “I was just wondering if you knew where Honey’s suite was. Supposed to be takin her out, you know.”

The boys amusedly turn to watch my reaction to this. I ain’t gonna give them the satisfaction of blowin up, or actin jealous, or anything childish like that. I have Marcella, and they know that. Ain’t nothin going on between Honey and I. If she wants to date, then-

I guess-

Damnit, it ain’t important right now!

“You know Honey too?” Billy buds in.

Please, Billy. Now ain’t the damn time.

But Thomas smiles at his question. “Yeah! We grew up together, Me, E.P., Honey, and Michael. We all lived in the same town, doin our best to impress her. E.P. and Michael was always fightin over her every time they got the chance. We all had a little crush on her, but I wasn’t bout to get in between them two. Whoo! They was bad.” He chuckles, pointing over towards me. “Glad that’s over.”

I scoff with a smile. “Easy to like the only girl in the whole town.” I add, downplaying incredibly.

Just then, the door knob spins, metal creaking as it opens. Little blonde curls peak through. Honey apologetically smiles as she opens the door further to reveal the rest of her. She has on a red dress, fitting tightly over her body, just like the ones I used to buy for her. Her hair is up, some curls falling over her exposed collarbone and breasts.

The boys laugh at my joke from before, but everyone’s smile disappears upon seeing her. My God, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You sure that was the only reason?” My head snaps back over to Thomas, who’s biting his lip looking at the exact areas of her body I was.

“What they got growin in Tupelo?” Sonny whispers with his jaw on the floor.

I could slap each one of ‘em silly right about now.

Her heels clank on the marble floors as she walks over to Thomas. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything.” She says sweetly.

Thomas stands pathetically quickly. “No, not at all. I was just looking for you actually.”

I can’t watch this no more.

-Honey’s POV-

“So, what are you doin out here with E.P. then? You his stage manager or somethin?”

I chuckle, following beside Thomas as we walk down the strip. “No, no. Just visiting. I used to be a singer too actually.”

His eyes widen. “Really?” He says with a big smile. “I’d love to hear you sing sometime.”

I force out a nervous laugh. “Oh, no. I don’t do that no more. Haven’t in a long time.”

He smacks his lips. “Tsk, don’t be that way. Once a singer, always a singer. You know what,” He stops in his place to face me. “I saw the perfect place the other day for you to sing for me.”

I cross my arms with a grin, anxiously excited by his offer. “Oh, I’m singin for you now?” I raise a brow.

He smirks at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you got.” He tilts his head to the side. “Come on. Let’s go.” He offers his arm out to me and I gladly take it, following in the direction of whatever place he has on his mind.

We arrive at a club filled with song, drink clanking, and chattering. It’s very casual in its looks, yet somehow still refined and skilled, like its inhabitants are laid back with their excellence. I recognize tunes like these, the clothes they wear, the gently calloused fingers. These are actual musicians.

A few customers turn to watch us enter, eyeing my dress as we walk by. I cross my arms around my body, feeling inexperienced and overdressed, as though I was trying to excel in looks where I likely lacked in talent. Great, another place to feel like I don’t belong.

I follow Thomas to two seats in front of the bar, where he orders drinks for us.

“So, you come by Michael at all?” He asks as the bartender sets our drinks down in front of us.

I raise my eyebrows, taking a sip. “Oh lord, he’s crazy.”

He laughs, slapping a hand down on his thigh and stirring his drink in the other. “Well, sounds like you have a crazy story to tell. What happened?” He stares at me with a soft, flirtatious squint that almost leaves me flustered, but not quite.

“Tried to make me a real singer and take me to Chicago with him cuse he thought I’d make him big money, but when I told him I didn’t wanna leave Memphis he got real mad. He started throwin a hissy fit and everythin. Real jealous type.” I scoff, taking another sip.

Thomas wide eyes me. “Damn.” Is all he manages to say, causing both of us to laugh. Saying it out loud for the first time made me realize just how ridiculous that time of my life really was. Kinda miss it though, in a weird way.

I sigh, turning in my chair towards him. “Yeah, turns out he had a lot more on his mind when we were kids than he let on. Elvis was there to see it all, even fought him too. Shit, you shoulda seen his face when Michael and I-”

I pause.

In the corner of my view lies the door. In from the door walks a man in an obnoxiously bright suit with his infamous crew of men behind him.

Speak of the fucking devil.

I should have known this asshole would pull anything and everything to stop this date from happening, yet here I am, shocked and unprepared.

He yanks off his sunglasses, grazing the room, landing on me with an annoyingly knowing grin. I glare deeply into his face, hoping it would be enough to steer him away and back out the door, but he just keeps treading forward.

He opens his arms, reaching out to place them on the backs of our stools. “Hey! What’re you doin here? Heard this joint was busy, but had I known you two would be here, I’d gone another night.”

Oh, I’m sure he would have. I’d hiss at him if I could!

Thomas smiles, reaching for a handshake. “Hey. No problem E.P. Think you’ll like some of the cats in here anyway.”

No problem? This is a big problem!

I have no doubt that Elvis will stop at nothing to embarrass me in front of Thomas. It’s all he’d do as kids and he’s only become more of a menace with age.

“Hey.” I whisper through my teeth to him. “Who’s watching-”

“Marcella.” He answers, already knowing.

Oh, I don’t like that woman being near my baby so much. For all I know, she could be filling his head with lies.

A loud howl of a voice echoes through the microphone causing all of us to turn to the stage.

“Woo! That man ain’t singin, he’s sangin!” Thomas exclaims.

Elvis matches in enthusiasm. “You think that’s impressive, you should see Beale after the sun go down. Woowee, now that’s somethin. He got himself a nice 4 piece up there though.” The bartender hands him over a drink and he sips from it with a concentrated smile.

Jerry and the others sit at a table behind us, watchin the stage as Elvis works his torturous ways.

The song comes to a close. As the band exits backstage, a man walks on, dressed nicely in a suit, smiling wide for the crowd. ‘Alright, I’m back, remindin’ you once again that it is amatuer night, so any one of you is welcome to take the stage, whether you’re Aretha Frankin or just wish you were. Nah, I’m just playin. But if you got vocals, come up and show the locals! Ha ha!”

Elvis lets out a devious hum and I instantly know what I’m about to have to do.

“Honey ever tell you she used to sing?”

Lord.

My heart immediately starts beating faster. I better start picking out a song now while I have the time.

“Yeah, she did. That’s why we came here. Said she’d sing for me.” Thomas looks me up and down in a very flirtatious way.

“Did she now?” Elvis says deeply, looking down at me in my spot. I could have laughed at how upset this whole situation clearly made him, but I’d have to hold it in for now, I have to think quick. He forces a smile on his face. “Well, I think that settles it. Show em what you got, Bumble.”

I shake my head. “Oh no, I don’t think so.” Oh, I will, but I need to buy more time to think of a perfect song.

Elvis comes close, resting his arm on the bar right in front of my stool. “Go on stage.” He softly commands. “Wanna hear you sing again.” My chest fills with butterflies. Song. What song! I shake my head anxiously, as he grins, waving his arms in the air to get the attention of the man on stage. “Hey! She’ll sing! Right here!” He yells, so the entire audience can turn to look at me.

The man on stage shouts out a ‘woo!’ as he calls me up. I’m gonna be sick. I slide off my chair, but before I can walk towards the front, Elvis grabs my arm. “You’ll be great. You always are.” He whispers. A small chill runs against the sensitive part of my arm. I look down seeing the small silver band wrapped around his finger, cooling my skin. When I look up, I’m met with my two childhood friends, both of which smirking quite lustfully at me. They both think I’m beautiful, and they both know I’m talented. I know a lot more about music than either of them remembered. This fills me with a sense of confidence, all previous thoughts vanishing from my mind. I know a song.

Elvis takes back his hand, leaning against the bar and nodding me towards the stage.

I’ll show him what he walked away from.

The crowd cheers as I walk towards the stage with my head high. I fling my hair over my shoulder, which is contrasting so nicely against the red dress I chose out today. In this moment, I feel more beautiful than I ever did in my 20’s. Maybe it was maturity, maybe it’s because I know Elvis is looking, whatever it is, it has me feeling ready to take on the world.

The man hands me the mic, but I lower it to speak to the band. I ask them if they knew the song I had in mind. They smile upon hearing the name, causing me to mirror their smile. “Alright, lay me down somethin.” I say into the mic now, facing the crowd. Elvis tips his head to the side in amusement, not expecting me to react this way.

The guitarist begins the first notes of the song. I speak the beginning lyrics, just like the real singer does.

‘You broke my heart

'Cause I couldn't dance

You didn't even want me around’

For a moment, my heart bubbles up with fear seeing how everyone’s eyes are on me, but I easily push it away, knowing that I had what it takes to wow them in the way I always dreamed of doing since I was a little girl.

‘And now I'm back

To let you know

I can really shake 'em down’

There was no time to lose now.

I conjure up all those years of practicing, shouting out the next part just like Michael, the church, and Elvis have tried teaching me to do for years, only just now finally succeeding in doing it right and singing with that power I always strived for.

‘Do you love me?

Now do you love me?

Now that I can dance.’

I parade across the stage doing little dances for the audience members in the front row to enjoy, getting a slight high for their positive reactions, which only helps me continue on.

‘Now tell me baby

Do you like it like this

Tell me

Tell me!

Watch me now, hey!’

I grab the mic stand, twirling my hips in big circles in time with the music, watching carefully over my shoulder at my men of interest. I smile when I see I’ve succeeded in entrancing both of them, and then some. There are a lot more things I can get away with doing now than I could in the 50’s and it’s clearly leaving them speechless.

‘(Work, work)

Ah, shake it up, shake it

(Work, work)

Ah, shake 'em, shake 'em down’

I giggle seductively into the microphone, taking a look in the back to make eye contact with Elvis. His face is in a war, deciding whether to smile in amazement or stare me down for dancing in such a provocative way in front of everyone, which only makes my smile widen further.

I'm working hard baby

Well, you're driving me crazy

And don't you get lazy’

I don’t look back at them for the remaining portion of the song, but when I do, I’m met with the most thrilled pair of eyes. The crowd cheers while I catch my breath, but I can barely hear them over the sound of my beating heart that longed to hear every thought that raced through the mind of one man in particular.

Under the shadows of the club, I catch Thomas mouth an ‘ooo’ with an impressed smile, watching as I walk to them.

“God damn, lil mama. Where the hell’d’you learn all’at?” Elvis asks quietly when I sit back down in front of them.

I shrug. “Just kinda felt it in the moment, I guess.” I giggle, but it fades when I make eye contact with him. The way he was looking at me, Lord, I could pounce on him.

“That was real good, Bumble.” He admits earnestly.

I mutter a quiet thank you, as he sits down at the table next to Billy and Jerry.

“Man, that kid of yours gonna be one hell of a musical genius with a mama like her.” Billy says, patting him on the shoulder.

Thomas eyes Billy with scrunched brows. Suddenly, I feel the need to hold my breath, as if that would stop anything bad from happening. He slowly turns back towards me, still in heavy thought. “Charles…is your baby?” Now he looks at me.

My body stills. “I-uh, I figured you seen the news, was alright with everything.” I’m surprised Elvis didn’t tell him the second he got the chance, he knows information like that could ruin my chances. In fact, why didn’t he tell him?

“You and E.P. had a baby together?” He asks again, just to clarify.

My heart drops. “Yeah. But we aren’t together anymore. Is that…okay…?” It obviously was not okay with him, but I didn’t know what else to say.

His eyes widen. He looks around the club, shaking his head, as if desperately searching for a way out. “Yeah, no- I- Listen, Honey. You’re beautiful and all, but I ain’t lookin to get involved with kids right now. And-”

“No! It’s fine. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. I’m not mad.”

He makes a reluctant smile at me, but awkwardly stepping off his chair and leaving me there to walk out the front door.

I turn towards the bar, shielding myself away from the rest of the club. A lone tear rolls down my face, but I wipe it away angrily.

God, this is embarrassing. Why am I even crying? I didn’t even really like him, he was just to get back at Elvis. But-...is this how everyone will react? Am I too old to be dating? Will having a kid ruin my chances of finding love again? Will being involved with Elvis make everyone run in fear? Maybe I’m just destined to be alone now. I had one great love affair and that’s all I’ll ever get. I guess most people never even get to experience the love Elvis and I used to have, so I should just be grateful I had it at all.

“You okay, Bumble? Why’d he run off like that?” Elvis asks, taking Thomas’ old chair.

I let out a long, defeated breath. “What do you want?”

“I wanna know that you’re okay.”

I roll my eyes. “Aren’t you happy? Don’t gotta worry about me dating, and you were right, no man even dares to look in my direction, just like you wanted.”

I huff, about to put my old drink to my mouth, but Elvis pulls it from my lips. “Don’t go down that road. Please. I can’t lose you too.” I look into his soft eyes, letting him take the drink from my hand and set it back down on the bar. “But yes, I am very happy.” I scoff out a light chuckle. I hate that he can always make me smile, even when I’m mad at him. He reaches out for my hand. “Come on, let’s get to the car. I’ll bring you back to the hotel.”

I follow him out back, slouching into one of the cars with him.

He sighs. “I really don’t like the idea of raising my boy alongside another man, you know.” He spreads his legs out across the edge of the seat, not scandalously, but welcoming nonetheless.

I cross my arms. I’m not gonna give into my thoughts. “Is that the only reason I’m not allowed to date?”

He scoffs, shaking his head at me and looking out the window. “Ain’t never said you weren’t allowed.” His hand rests on his thigh, patting down on it. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was taunting me over, unless that was my own heat talking.

I lean up in my seat, eyes glossing over him. Thomas or not, it’s supposed to be me teasing him. He’s supposed to be under my spell tonight, not the other way around. I reach behind me to push up the car’s partition, which catches his immediate attention. “So tell me right now, Elvis.” I gently push myself towards him, shimmying up my dress enough that I’m able to straddle his legs. He instinctively grabs my hips to ground me against him as we drive over a bump, which only results in me bouncing in his lap in a tortuous way for the both of us. “Tell me, ‘Honey, I’m perfectly okay seein you with another man.’” I whisper into his ear.

And here I thought all the childish bullshit games stopped after Michael. Guess we still have a little zest left in us.

He lets out a guttural groan, throwing his head back against the seat. “Bumble, don’t start this with me.”

I ghost my lips over his neck, purposely making an effort not to directly touch him. My warm breath glides down his skin, causing his hairs to raise. His grip on me tightens, making my body shiver, wanting so desperately to give in.

Those feelings are never gonna go away no matter how hard I try, there was little to no point in running any longer. I’m sick of pretending like I’m some saint, I wanna know how he really feels.

“Is she as good as me, baby?” It's the first time I’ve reciprocated a nickname for him. He tilts his head back up, looking into my eyes with his dangerously hooded ones. I giggle at his expression, knowing I was teetering over the edge of our respectable boundary. “Do you think about me when you’re with her?” I wouldn’t have had the guts to ask something like this, but I know he does. I know he still thinks of me, because I can’t stop thinking about him. “Do you think about how I used to feel?”

He twitches beneath me, pulling me closer to him. “Shit,” He mutters under his breath. Yeah, he still thinks about me. It takes so much effort not to touch him that I feel on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. “You’re playin a dangerous game and you know it, baby.” He digs his fingers into my thighs, pushing me down into him, but nothing more.

I’m older now, wiser, bolder. If I would have had this same confidence 10 years ago. I would have left him weak to his knees. However, I’ve quickly made a new discovery being with him for just these few weeks. While I’ve grown more assertive, it seems so has he. We have both changed and grown over the past years, but my strength to resist him has not. Instead of surprising him and making him weak with the new me like I thought I’d be able to do, I’m matched with an even more powerful force of lust and seduction than I ever dreamed of him having. As if he wasn’t enough as is, he just keeps getting better.

The car drives over another bump, making my breasts bounce against his chest, while the rest of my body adds pressure to his lap. I crumble into him, allowing myself only to wrap my arms around his neck. He grinds his teeth, closing his eyes to concentrate.

I shouldn’t give in so easily, but he’s all I have left from my old life, all I have left of my youth. Every time I see him is a reminder of home, a reminder of what should have been.

Just then the car comes to a stop. Before I can get off of him, the door is pried open, shining the blinding garage lights onto us in the otherwise dark car. I quickly push myself off Elvis, exiting the car and giving an apologetic look to Jerry, who thankfully is the one that opened the car door.

Elvis steps out next to me, straightening himself out. “Jerry, could you see Bumble back to her room, please.”

Jerry agrees awkwardly, escorting me to the doors. We stay quiet through the hotel lobby, until we get to the privacy of the elevator. “I couldn’t help but notice you still have something going on with E.P, if you don’t mind me asking, cause I don’t dare bother him about it.”

I scoff out a laugh. Was he actually that intimidating to them? I know he’s prone to having a temper, but he’s nothing but a baby around me most the time. Then I remember he’s waiting for an answer. What could I possibly say?

I sigh. “I’ve known him my whole life, Jerry. Shit, I’ve known him longer than his own mama.” Unfortunately, it was true now. “I love him, as a friend, as a lover. I tried to ignore it, but he really does mean the world to me. I only ever wanted him and it should have only been him, but we were too progressive for the times.” I stare blankly into the metal doors of the elevator. “Shoulda been my ring.” I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter anymore.”

The door dings open.

“Thanks for bringing me up. I got it from here.”

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rinnelovebot · 3 years ago

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So sorry for all the rqs b b but

soft rei, mama, and mayoi hcs i beg,,, hhhh,,, ( 🪳 )

A/N: AHHHH FOCKENFOCOEKWISHDJWMD THE BELOVEDS!!!! Also, because I have a two character limit, please send Mayoi in another ask! I like to focus on quality over quantity! Thank you for letting me rant about madara and rei in the meantime roachnonnie argh holds head in hands

*ೃ༄ Soft Rei Sakuma and Madara Mikejima hc’s

Madara is so used to being the caretaker, that being taken care of is foreign and kind of weird. But, it’s pleasant. He’ll keep up his usual cheery disposition whenever you look at him lovingly and pull him in for a hug, but he’s melting on the inside. He loves that he can be like this with you, to be the vulnerable one. for once. Madara trusts you more than anyone.

I’ve definitely already covered this in past headcanons, but your boyfriend is so so so great to cuddle with. He’ll sleepily caress your face, gently pecking the edge of your mouth and looking into your eyes so lovingly that it was hard to maintain eye contact. All the while, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around you.

He tends to act very domestic despite the two of you only dating. He just can’t help it! Hell, you’re already Madara’s spouse in his eyes. He always loves to talk about your future marriage as well. He definitely already has the theme, honeymoon, etc figured out. The brunette loves you way too much, how could he not plan this stuff ahead of time!

Get ready to receive a million kisses a day. Madara will never pass up the opportunity to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. Passionate kisses, light kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, any kind is good for him. Plus, it always seems to make you smile—and that’s always something he wants to see.

He’s just soft in general with you. His love for you is so large to the point where he can’t even begin to verbalize it. What he can do though, is always try his hardest to make you happy. Which, he’s found, isn’t hard. He always knows just how to make you laugh when you’re down, and smile when you’re upset. He’s happy if you’re happy. <3

Please take a nap with him. Oh my god. It doesn’t matter if it’s in a bed, a coffin, wherever—anywhere with you is just fine. His voice is comforting in its own right, but adding on his soft fingertips running up and down your back, and his soft smile, it’s impossible to not feel completely at ease and comforted. Even as the two of you sleep, there is a distinct look of sheer content on the both of your faces.

Oh so teasing, but on some days, he just wants to bask in your presence and make you feel appreciated. But, you still can’t help but feel caught off-guard whenever he takes your hand in his and tenderly kisses your cheek, whispering something sweet instead of something to make you blush. Though, it still tends to have the same effect!

He does a lot in order to protect you and keep you safe, it’s just in his nature. He values the sense of security and safety within your relationship, and it puts his mind at ease to know that you’re okay. You feel incredibly thankful for this, routinely cupping his cheeks and kissing his cold—yet soft lips, thanking him for all he does. Perhaps this is one of the rare occasions that you’ll make him blush, instead of vice versa.

Rei often comes up behind you and rests his forehead on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your torso and just, being. It’s always unprovoked, he just likes to rest in this position. Sometimes he can’t believe he has you in his life, and these small moments give him an opportunity to just relish in it all. It’s almost laughable, but still sweet.

He’s very romantic. Sweet words and gentle touches are common occurrences, and they always seem to make your face heat up. Rei loves you completely unashamedly, so why wouldn’t he be romantic? He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, for crying out loud. He’ll never change, so be prepared to have a vampire who loves you completely and wholly for as long as you live. <3

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cognacdelights · 3 years ago

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a case of the sniffles

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summary: tilly and indie are both struck with a case of the sniffles which leads to both mama and baby getting stressed out. as tilly won’t stop crying, indie reaches her breaking point and calls on jj for some support.

warnings: swearing.

author’s note: a little more sad angst with a happy ending for y’all! feel free to leave a comment or reblog with your thoughts and feedback on the chapter! or you can always coem talk to me in my inbox as asks are always appreciated!

Being a parent, especially to a new born, wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows or snuggles and holding onto tiny, little hands as Indie was about to find out; more often than not it was sleepless nights, never-ending runny noses, high temperatures and running fevers, crying wails that could most definitely wake the dead, fussing over feeding, disrupted sleep routines, and clinging on to mom for dear life. It was, for absolute sure, a rollercoaster in which the track was unpredictable and threw rapid changes of direction and steep descents out when you least expected it.

Tilly was, for the first time in her life, sick. Her little, chubby cheeks were flushed a permanent shade of rouge and her tiny, button nose was stuffed up — however, it still seemed to run constantly and incessantly. It was gross, to say the very least, and Indie spent a significant amount of her time wiping away the never-ending, green snot bubbles that dripped from her nose. The poor, little mite had also been running a fever since last night and was uncomfortable in anything more than just a little vest and her diaper. She had also turned dramatically fussy with her feeding; Tilly was typically a baby who loved her breast milk and suckled on Indie’s nipple to her heart’s content. She wasn’t a stranger to a milk coma, to put it quite plainly. Yet, had refused to feed at all since her four o’clock feed beyond half a bottle of warmed-up breast milk, which she spat back up several minutes later.

Naturally, Indie was concerned for her baby having never experienced such behaviour or symptoms in Tilly before — however, feeling off herself and running on only a couple of hours of sleep made the whole experience just that much worse. She was completely overwhelmed and being the only one at home with Tilly since JJ had returned to work meant that she didn’t get so much as minute’s reprise from the incessant wailing and the constant neediness. It had gotten to the point that she had found herself verging on a breakdown, red, puffy eyes glazed over with tears as she paced laps around the messy living room with her phone pressed anxiously against her ear.

It rang once, then twice, and then a third time before the familiar sound of JJ’s voicemail rang through her ears. The person you are calling is unavailable. Please leave your message after the tone. Beep. She let out a helpless whine, accompanied by a defeated sniffle as her vision blurred with the impending waterfall of tears that was brimming on the very edge of her waterline. She peered downwards at a wailing Tilly, feeling her tiny, claw-like fingers gripping tightly onto the thin fabric of JJ’s old, logo-printed t-shirt and attempted a half-rocking, half-bouncing motion in hopes that it would calm her upset baby. However, as the cries turned into screeches, she felt began to feel completely at a loss.

Sniffling once again, Indie pressed redial on JJ’s contact and pressed the phone to her hear once more. “Pick up. Pick up. Pick up,” she muttered quietly to herself as she willed her fiancé to answer his damn phone. She really, really needed him.

After the third symphony of ringing tones, JJ’s gravelly tone eventually sounded throughout the speaker. “Hey,” he answered in his usual, chipper tone, “I’m just out on a call right now. Can I call you ba—”

“Come home,” Indie interjected him immediately, an urgency to her demanding words.

The dire tone to her voice and the cacophonous screeches of his daughter in the background sent a flood of panic through JJ, which manifested in his quick and questioning response, “what did the doctor say? Is Tilly okay?” As far as he had known, Indie was taking Tilly to see the doctor at the local practice and hadn’t spoken to her since he had left for work that morning. He had assumed that the call was to inform him of the outcome of their appointment, but the urgent and desperate undertones of Indie’s voice had portrayed something much more serious than a bit of a cold.

“No, she’s not okay,” Indie snapped back — her words harsh with a sarcastic flare to them as the squealing cries almost drowned her out, “she’s sick.” She continued to pace the familiar circular track of their untidy living room and rock their crying daughter, desperate for the sweet relief of quiet and a sleeping baby which she could carefully peel from being stuck against her chest. Oh, how she longed for the freedom of not having to carry around a clinging, wailing baby any longer; the small of her back twinged with every movement she made — no matter how subtle, and her head pounded harder with each and every scream.

“What did the doctor say?” he questioned once more, very evidently concerned. Before Indie could respond, she heard the distinctive sound of passing cars from the roadside and a fainter, “yeah, I’ll be right with you in a minute, man. My fiancé’s on the phone about my daughter. She’s sick.” There was a fuzzy rustling and a second more of the passing cars before JJ’s deep, gruff tone passed through the speakers once more, “sorry, go on. What did they say?”

“The doctor said that she’s just got a bit of a cold and a fever,” she told him, “she said that it’s nothing to worry about and gave me a prescription for some medicine but—”

A deep, hearty chuckle cut her off before should continue, “is that all? You had me thinking that she’s dying. Jesus, Ind.”

“Don’t joke about stuff like that,” Indie scolded him. Her splitting headache and blatant overtiredness had seriously affected her mood, and such a fact was showing through her snappy, argumentative responses. She was well and truly at her wick’s end and didn’t have time for JJ’s jovial banter; whilst he had the luxury of a day spent working at the garage — having actual, adult conversations with other people and was allowed the sweet relief of listening to something, anything, other than the incessant wails of their sick daughter — Indie didn’t have that. She was stuck in, what was at that very moment, her personal hell.

“I—” he began before swiftly cutting himself off — deciding against his curt comeback upon remembering the urgency and desperation oozing from the brunette’s voice at the very beginning of their phone call, “— so what’s the matter? Why do you want me to come home?”

“Because I can’t take it anymore.” JJ caught a second verse of sniffling cries — however, this time they weren’t his daughter’s; this time, they were his beloved fiancé’s. Indie continued to snivel into the phone as she anticipated his response.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” his voice immediately softened, “talk to me.”

“I can’t cope with her,” she admitted, a very evident sense of embarrassment and sadness peeking through her words as she halted in her pacing. Once again, she peered down Tilly and observed her mid-wail as her tiny, little fingers locked around her the ends of her chestnut waves in a death-grip. With a defeated, quiet voice, she continued with her explanation, “she won’t stop crying, even after I’ve given her the medicine that the doctor prescribed. She won’t leave me alone. She won’t let me put her down for two minutes. She just screams even louder at me. If I put her binky in, she spits it back out. She won’t feed, she doesn’t need her diaper changing, and she won’t sleep. I don’t know what to do; I don’t know what she wants from me.”

“I don’t think Tils knows what she wants right now either,” he attempted to comfort from the other end of the phone, “she’s just uncomfortable and wants mama.”

Indie let out another helpless cry once more before continuing with her venting, “I’m so touched out right now, JJ. She’s been holding onto me since she last fed this morning. I’ve got the worst headache. My head feels like it’s going to explode. I feel sick too. I’m all stuffed up and I can’t breathe either. I just can’t cope with her right now. Please come home and take her off me.” There was such a shameful melancholy hidden within her words as they slipped out of her mouth; she felt terrible that in that very moment, when struggling with overtiredness and a sickness of her own, that she didn’t want her daughter. She felt terrible, and ashamed, and unworthy.

“Have you tried taking her on a drive?”

“Yeah,” she responded with yet another sniffle, “she wouldn’t go off to sleep and cried the entire time.”

“What about a walk?” JJ suggested hopefully.

“I’ve tried walking her around the block but she’s still running a fever and she gets annoyed at having to be wrapped up, but it isn’t warm enough for her not to be.” Indie was becoming ever more frustrated as the sounds of Tilly’s never-ending cries filled the background of their phone call. “I can’t do it. It’s too much. Make it stop.”

“Okay,” he soothed, “calm down.” Taking a deep breath, JJ took several further steps away from the customer and turned his muscular body away — aiming for as much privacy that he could possibly get in that very moment. “Where’s Tilly right now?”

“Pulling on my hair,” she mumbled an answer to his question.

“Put her down in the bassinet,” he instructed.

“But she’ll—”

“It’s okay,” he continued to reassure her, “just put her down in the bassinet. Give her the teddy and her binky, then turn the baby monitor on.”

This time, instead of arguing, Indie did as she was told. Carefully, she placed a half-dressed Tilly down on the cushioned mattress of the bassinet. She grabbed one of the many, pink binkies that were scattered around the untidy house and gently placed it in her open mouth. Tilly continued to with her loud, overbearing crying even whilst sucking on her favourite binky. Then, several seconds later it was spat back out with a determined force — falling beside her on the cream mattress. Indie then placed the little, grey teddy bear at the very bottom of the bassinet, propped against the woven, grey side.

“Is she in the bassinet?” JJ’s voice rose above the cacophonous wails, the phone still firmly pressed between Indie’s dainty shoulder and her ear.

“Yeah,” she answered in a completely deflated tone, “but she spat her binky out.”

“That’s okay,” JJ continued with his assuring words, speaking calmly and gently, “she doesn’t want it.” He paused for brief, fleeting moment, before continuing with his instructions, “now walk away. Take the baby monitor with you and walk out of the room. She’s probably going to carry on crying but it’s okay. For now, she’s safe. You’re stressed out and that isn’t doing either of you any good. You’re stressed out, so she’s stressed out, which is stressing you out even more. Take yourself out of the room.”

Slowly and anxiously, Indie began making her way towards the kitchen one step at a time — baby monitor held loosely in her ring-cladded hand. She passed through the open doorway, into the equally as untidy and clutter-filled kitchen, and made her way towards the sliding French doors. She was tentative as she stepped out onto the wooden planks of the decking, but the cool, afternoon breeze slapping against her heated skin felt like a temporary relief. For the quickest of moments, she didn’t even hear the incessant cries blaring through the speakers of the baby monitor.

“Where did you go?” JJ questioned, still on the other end of the phone.

“Outside,” Indie whispered a response.

“How do you feel now?” he asked, slightly tentative himself. Whilst motherhood was an all new, undiscovered territory for Indie, it was also unchartered territory for JJ also; he was just as clueless as how to navigate such a situation himself and was only relying upon what he thought was the best call to make. Hopefully it was the right one.

“Bad,” she mumbled, “I feel bad for leaving her. I shouldn’t have left her. What if something happens to her?”

“Listen to me,” his voice was stern now, “nothing is going to happen to her. I will be ten minutes, fifteen at the most. She’s safe in her bassinet. She isn’t going to starve in the ten minutes it takes me to get there, and you have the baby monitor just in case. She will be fine. The worst she’ll do is cry it out and cry herself to sleep. Take some deep breaths. Play with axel. Calm down, and I’ll see you at home real soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Indie whispered into the phone once more.

“I love you,” JJ felt the need to remind her, “I won’t be long.”

“I love you too.”

JJ was true to his words, as he always was; no more than ten minutes had passed before his shining, black pick-up truck had pulled into the driveway of their cul-de-sac home. With one swift motion, he had climbed down from the towering height and had made his way along the rose-bush-lined driveway and up the perfectly painted steps of the front porch. His swiftly inserted his key into the lock and with a quiet click, the door unlocked easily. He let himself inside and instantly noticed the distinct lack of screeching wails as he stepped further into the lived-in room.

He peeked ever so cautiously over the cushioned rim of the rocking bassinet and saw his daughter sleeping peacefully — as if she hadn’t been screaming bloody murder just minutes prior. He assumed that he had been right, that she had tired herself out with all of the crying and had eventually fallen asleep. For a pro-longed moment, he watched as her chest rose and fell ever so gently and listened to the quiet but grizzling snores that came from her blocked and stuffed-up nose. With a tender touch, he brushed the back of his ring-cladded forefinger over her flushed cheek; it still burned a mean temperature — just as it had that morning before he had left for work — and he refrained from covering her little limbs with her favourite, powder-pink blanket.

As he continued to watch Tilly whilst she slumbered quietly and contently, her little mouth parted slightly, and he took the opportunity to slide her princess-themed binky into her mouth. Of course, this time she was accepting and took the pacifier into her mouth — sucking away on the rubber end as she wriggled around. Then, he brought his two, stubby fingers up to his lips, placed a loving kiss against them before ever so tenderly printing the kiss against her warm forehead; he was ever so careful not to wake her, knowing what screeching hell that would unleash back onto the house.

“Daddy loves you,” he whispered softly, toying ever so lightly with her half-clasped fingers, “even when you’re driving your mama crazy.”

He stayed, observing her intently and with an affectionate glisten illuminating his sapphire eyes, for a second longer, before making his way into the kitchen. His heavy work boots were rather loud against the wooden floorboards as he opened up the dishwasher and retrieved a clean glass. He filled the glass half full of cold water before rifling through the kitchen drawers for any kind of painkillers. Eventually, he came across some name-branded capsules and popped two from the foil packaging. Then, he proceeded out into the back garden — making his way through the slightly cracked, sliding French doors, and following the light echoes of Axel’s paws pitter-pattering across the decking.

The very second he stepped out he was met with the sight of a broken Indie; her cheeks were stained a blotchy shade of scarlet and glistened with the tears that had continued to spill from her puffy eyes. She had curled herself up on the far side of the cushioned swing seat — her jean-clad legs brought up to her chest and her dainty arms secured tightly around them. The baby monitor was clasped tightly in her hand, and he watched carefully as the bright, blue lights illuminated at the noise of Tilly’s snoring.

JJ stopped right before Indie and crouched so that he was eye level with her, the half-filled glass of water and painkillers still in his hands. He spoke with a soft and understanding voice, “crying isn’t going to help your headache, pretty girl.” His lips pursed ever so subtly into a thin line as he offered the painkillers to his saddened fiancé, as his teal eyes peered up at her with an abundance of sympathy.

Indie remained mute but reached her dainty hands over to JJ and held them cupped to receive the painkillers. Once they had dropped into the palm of her sweating hands, she threw them into the back of her throat — washing them down with the ice-cold water. She remained holding onto the cold glass with one hand, whilst the other — still clasping onto the baby monitor — wiped the salty tears from across her raw cheeks. Sentences, words, and even syllables hitched in the very depths of the back of her throat and choked her into continued silence as she peered down at JJ, her mahogany eyes dull and sullen and her features downturned with defeat.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked with a genuine concern and a soft voice.

“Like a bad mom,” she muttered quietly, her voice hoarse from the crying. She sniffled once more, rubbing her reddened nose with the back of her hand before elaborating, “I feel bad for just… leaving her when she’s so unwell. I feel bad for walking out on her when she was crying but— but I just couldn’t deal with any longer. And, the worst thing, is I was just being dramatic… like, she’s fine now. She’s asleep. I got worked up over something like this, so how am I supposed to cope when it all gets worse? When she doesn’t stop crying after five minutes of leaving her in her bassinet?”

JJ let out a low breath before placing his warm hands atop of Indie’s, “you’re not a bad mom. You’re not a bad mom in general, and you’re not a bad mom for walking away from her. You made sure that she was safe. You gave her, her teddy, and her binky. You turned the baby monitor on and took it with you. You just stepped out for a breather, and that’s okay.”

“But I wished that someone would come and take her off me…”

“No,” JJ corrected her, “you asked me to come home and help you look after her when you were overwhelmed. You didn’t wish her away, Ind. You just asked for some help, and I would rather you do that than suffer and stress yourself out to the point that you do something that you can’t take back.”

“I’d never hurt her,” Indie stated quickly.

“I know you wouldn’t. You love her, even if she’s being difficult because she’s sick right now,” he brushed this thumb across the back of her hand gently before giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I meant more like walking out on her permanently. I don’t want you thinking that you’re not good enough for her, or that you can’t do this, because you are, and you can. This is just one bad day. You’re sick, Tilly’s sick, nobody’s had any sleep. It’s okay.”

“It’s a lot,” she admitted with a heavy exhale, “I don’t know what she wants or needs. Everything I do just makes her more uncomfortable and cry even more.”

“I don’t think you’re the problem here, sweetheart,” JJ continued to soothe in his deep, understanding tone, “the problem is that Tilly’s sick and even she doesn’t know what she wants. You’re both already uncomfortable and feeding off of each other’s stress. She wants you because you mean comfort to her, but you’re all stressed right now which is making her all stressed and it’s just one, big cycle.”

“I feel less stressed now that you’re here.”

“That’s good. That’s a start,” he offered her a small but comforting smile. “If she woke up and started crying again now, would you feel more comfortable going in there and calming her down or would you feel stressed again?”

“I feel better about it than I did ten minutes ago,” she told him, although her tone of voice oozed hesitancy.

“Is that because I’m here or because you’re feeling calmer?” he questioned.

“Both,” Indie chewed against her bottom lip ever so slightly, “I think the tablets are starting to kick in. My head doesn’t hurt as much now.”

Nodding his head in acknowledgement, JJ stood from his crouched position. He then allowed himself to flop down onto the cushioned seat of the porch swing — opening his muscular, tattooed arms and beckoning Indie over with another, directed nod of his head. His boot-clad feet lay play across the wooden decking and steadied the swing, as Indie shuffled her dainty silhouette towards him. He felt the warmth of her slender silhouette against his toned chest and wrapped his arms around her in a tight and comforting embrace. His stubble-lined lips placed several loving kisses into the depths of her messy, cinnamon tresses before muttering lowly to her, “it’s all going to be okay.”

Both Indie and JJ remained in one another’s arms for what felt like an eternity, basking in the quietness of a sleeping baby. The serene peacefulness of the moment radiated outwards, and Indie soon found herself verging on falling asleep. Her eyelids were heavy, and her blinks became slow and reluctant as soft, almost snore-like breaths slipped from between her stuffed-up nose. JJ’s ring-cladded fingers gently ran themselves through her slightly knotted mane, toying ever so gently with the ends until the blaring cries of a now awake Tilly echoed throughout the speaker of the baby monitor.

Her tired eyes snaping open, Indie jolted herself awake at the abrupt noise and sat herself upwards. She rubbed her eyes with her now free hand, ridding them of the crust-like flakes that had gathered in the several minutes that she was half asleep.

“I can go, if you want?” JJ offered softly — his loving arms still wrapped protectively around his exhausted fiancé and his indigo eyes focused intently on her puffy, roseate-tinged features.

“No,” took a deep breath, held it within her lungs for a brief moment, before letting it out, “I can do this. She’s probably hungry, anyway. She’s barely taken any milk since four this morning.”

“That’s my girl,” he placed a reassuring kiss against her cheek, before allowing his burly arms to fall limp around her waist. He sent her a confidence boosting smile and watched as she disappeared off through the open, sliding French doors — listening out for the baby monitor.

As Indie stepped back into the untidy living room, she took yet another deep breath to calm herself. Tilly’s pained wails grew even louder as she made her way closer, and — without hesitation — reached down into the bassinet. Indie scooped the uncomfortable infant up into her warm and welcoming arms — allowing her to lay flat against her prominent, milk-filled chest. Her tiny fingers grasped onto the soft cotton of JJ’s old t-shirt immediately as she allowed herself to snuggle into Indie and her rosy lips parted as she searched for Indie’s nipples.

Pulling Tilly’s favourite blanket from being strewn across the cushioned sofa, Indie wrapped her up accordingly before making her way back through the kitchen and out onto the decking. She, once again, half-rocked and half-bounced Tilly in an attempt to comfort her as she regained her position beside her doting fiancé. Her efforts were, as suspected, futile and a slight flash of disheartenment shot through her — however, she refused to let it consume her. She allowed herself to get comfortable back in JJ’s warm embrace before lifting her t-shirt upwards and allowing Tilly to search for her nipple once again. Within no time, she had latched on and was feeding, suckling against the nipple hungrily.

Indie, now feeling immensely calmer, laid with her back pressed against JJ’s side — his protective arm laid around both her and their daughter as her sock-covered feet stretched out along the remaining length of the porch swing as JJ’s boot-clad feet rocked all three of them back and forth in a gentle cadence. Axel, with his favourite stuffed-duck toy slowly padded his way over to the swing and jumped up onto the cream cushions. He flopped down atop Indie’s stretched-out legs and rested his head against her thigh — his wide, glimmering eyes peering upwards at Tilly. JJ nonchalantly reached over and scratched behind his ear in his most favoured spot.

“I’m sorry for calling you out of work,” Indie apologised in a hushed, raspy tone.

“You don’t need to be sorry, babe,” he responded meaningfully, “I’m here to support you whenever you need it. Like I said, I’d rather you call me and tell me when you’re having a bad day.”

She exhaled deeply, “I know, but—”

“Indie,” JJ interrupted her with a sterner tone, “you’re not doing this on your own. That’s our daughter. You’re allowed to have a bad day and you’re allowed to ask me, and anyone else, for help when you need it.” He leant downwards ever so slightly and placed yet another tender, appreciative kiss into her tangled, chestnut waves. “But maybe next time you could not try and not give me a heart attack and convince me that my daughter’s dying.”

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give you a heart attack all the time.” A small, playful smile tugged at the very corners of her full lips.

“True,” he chuckled lowly in agreement, “although I’m not eighteen anymore. One day you’re going to give me a real one.”

“You’re twenty five,” Indie rolled her eyes, “it’s not that old. I thought I was being dramatic today, but damn you should get an Oscar nomination for that.”

“And she’s back,” he dragged out his words, “I can go back to work now, my job’s done here.”

“Oh, hell no. I’m still sick and exhausted. We’re all having a family nap.”

“I’m just figuring out how I’m supposed to tell the guys at work why I couldn’t come back in. Sorry guys, my fiancé said it was my nap time. They’re gonna rip me to shit,” he laughed light-heartedly.

“I want to be cuddled right now, but I also need sleep, so the solution to that is we all nap.”

“We can nap, baby,” JJ confirmed, pressing another loving kiss to her damp forehead, “I’ll just get bullied by my employees for it.”

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5-seconds-of-bucky · 3 years ago

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The Dock

A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader

Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other

Word count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger

Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]

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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”

“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”

“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”

The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.

“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”

“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.

“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.

“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.

“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.

“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.

“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.

“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”

“Shut up, Sam!”

A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.

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“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.

“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”

“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”

“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”

“Sure he would,” you scoffed.

“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”

“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.

“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.

“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”

“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”

“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.

“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.

You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”

“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”

You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.

As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”

Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”

A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.

“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.

“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”

That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.

“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.

“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”

You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.

You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.

Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.

“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.

“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.

“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”

You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.

“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.

“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.

“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

“Tony-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”

“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.

“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.

Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.

“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”

---

“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.

You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”

“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.

Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.

“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.

“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.

“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”

“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.

“I’m just saying.”

“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.

“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.

“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”

“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”

“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”

“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”

Soon. He was going to do it soon.

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“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.

“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.

“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.

“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.

“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push.

“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.

“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”

You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”

“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.

“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.

“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”

The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.

“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.

“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”

“Well half the fun is falling off.”

“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”

“What would you suggest we rather do then?”

“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”

“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.

“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.

“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.

“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.

“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.

“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”

“Good.”

A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.

His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.

“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.

This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.

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You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?

“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Oh, okay.”

“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”

“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.

He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.

Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.

Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.

“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.

“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.

“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.

“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”

You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.

“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”

“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.

“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.

Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.

“For what?”

“Your face.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”

“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”

“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”

You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.

He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.

A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.

“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”

You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.

You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.

“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.

“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.

“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.

“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.

“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”

“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”

“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”

“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came. “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.

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