Summary: You and Joel want to do things differently, and take things nice and slow.
Warnings: explicit content, 18+ only, mdni, mature themes, unprotected sex, p in v, nipple play, established relationship, soft Joel, orgasm, praise kink, dirty talk.
Word count: 1.4k
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The Clouds
"C'mere, baby." He murmurs his voice like gravel, as you listen to the soft patter of raindrops on the roof. "Nice and slow just like we said."
You nod once throat tight with anticipation more than nerve as you crawl forward on your knees. The sheets drag softly against your shins. When you're close enough, you brace one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath coarse salt and pepper hair. He was always so warm.
He helps you swing one leg over his hips without ever breaking eye contact. The blunt head of him nudges your inner thigh first, then higher, painting a slow, wet line along your folds as you hover. You're soaked already and have been since he spent fifteen minutes between your legs on his back, beard scraping the insides of your thighs while his tongue worked lazy circles around your clit until you were shaking and begging into the pillow.
Joel's left hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. His touch was so intoxicating you felt like you couldn’t live without it.
"Easy.” He instructs you softly. "No rush baby let me feel you open up for me."
You exhale with a slight tremble and begin to sink. The stretch is immediate and exquisite. Just the head breaches you and your breath hitches with a sharp little sound you can't swallow. He's thick enough that even after all this time the first push still feels like too much and exactly enough at once. Your nails dig reflexively into his shoulders almost drawing blood.
"There you go.” He growls biting his lip. "That's it sweetheart. Just like that just a little more."
You roll your hips in a tiny testing motion as another inch slides in. Your walls flutter hard around him and he groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours.
"Fuck you're tight tonight.” He mutters, almost to himself. His right hand leaves his cock and settles on your ass but not grabbing just simply cupping, steadying. "Relax that pretty cunt for me. Let me in deep where I belong."
You whimper forehead dropping to rest against his. The words hit you harder than they should. You've always loved how filthy his mouth gets when he's turned on, but tonight it's softer, slower and almost reverent.
Another slow roll and he's halfway buried. You pause there, breathing against his lips, feeling every thick inch of him splitting you open. The pressure is exquisite almost borderline overwhelming never having felt him like this before. Your clit throbs against his pubic bone but you don't grind down yet, you want to savor this part. Joel's hand on your neck slides into your hair, cradling your skull.
"Look at me.” He whispers affectionately.
You lift your lashes. His pupils are blown wide, but the expression on his face is tender almost pained with how much he's holding back.
"You feel that?" He flexes his hips just enough to nudge deeper without thrusting. "That's all you, darlin'. Takin' me so fuckin' good. So wet I can hear it."
A mortified little sound escapes you. He smiles with a small, crooked and devastating look. Joel knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
"Don't hide from it.” He murmurs. "I love that sound. Love knowin' how much you want this cock."
You sink another inch on a shaky exhale. Now he's deep enough that the head is kissing your cervix with a dull, sweet ache that makes your thighs quiver. You pause again, panting softly against his mouth.
"Good girl.” He praises you his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "You're doin' so good for me."
The praise sinks into your bones like warm honey. You lift up just an inch and then sink back down much slower this time, letting yourself feel every ridge, every vein. Joel's head tips back against the headboard with a low, guttural groan.
"Christ yeah, just like that. Ride me nice and slow, baby. Let me feel every little twitch."
You start a steady rhythm then it’s not fast and it’s not frantic. Just deep deliberate rolls of your hips lifting until only the head remains inside, then sinking all the way back down until your ass meets his thighs and he's seated to the root. Each descent drags a soft, broken moan from your throat.
Joel's hands roam now up your sides, over your ribs, cupping your breasts and thumbing your nipples without hurry. He watches the way they pebble under his touch, watches your face flush darker, watches the way your lips part every time he bottoms out.
"Look how pretty you are sittin' on me.” His voice deep, low and rough. "Tits bouncin' just a little. Face all soft and fucked-out already. You love this, don't you? Love feelin' me stretch you open slow like this."
You nod frantically the words slipping from your mind. All you can do is lift, sink and repeat. Joel had you right where he wanted you. And he wished he could take a picture.
He slides one hand down between you, thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. He doesn't rub fast circles the way he does when he's trying to make you come quick. Instead he presses firm, steady pressure and lets your own rhythm grind you against the pad of his thumb.
"Feel that?" He groans with encouragement. "Every time you take me deep, your little clit gets kissed right here. Gonna come just from ridin' me, aren't you?"
The thought alone makes you clench hard around him. He hisses through his teeth knowing his words were getting to you.
"Fuck baby do that again. Squeeze me just like that. Let me feel how close you are." You bear down on the next descent, walls fluttering and gripping, and Joel's hips jerk up involuntarily. Just once before he reins himself back in.
"Sorry.” He rasps almost laughing at himself. "You feel too goddamn good. Almost lost it."
You shake your head, lips brushing his. "Don't hold back, wanna feel you lose it."
"Not yet.” He says as his eyes darken at your words. "Not till you come all over me first. Then I'll fill you up. Deep as I can get."
The promise makes your next roll stutter. You're climbing fast now too slow a syrupy pleasure gathering low in your belly, tightening with every drag of his cock against your front wall. Every press of his thumb against your clit Joel definitely feels it.
"That's it.” He coaxes with a teasing voice. "Right there. You're gettin' so tight, sweetheart. Gonna come for me? Gonna soak my cock while I'm buried all the way inside you?"
You nod frantic little jerks of your head. Tears of pleasure and not pain prick the corners of your eyes. He cups your face with both hands now, thumbs brushing away the dampness.
"Look at me when you come.” He says voice low and commanding in the gentlest way possible. "Wanna see your eyes when that pretty cunt comes all over me."
You lock gazes with him and the intimacy of it is almost too much. His face so close you can feel his breath mingling, your bodies joined so deep there's no telling where you end and he begins.
Your rhythm falters and you grind down hard, clit crushed against his thumb, cock pressed right against that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
"Joel, oh god.” His name leaves you like a sob.
"I've got you.” He whispers soothingly and in a comforting way. "Let go baby I’m right here. Come on my cock. Let me feel it."
The orgasm rolls through you slow and devastating like thunder that takes forever to reach you and then shakes the whole sky. Your walls clamp down in long, pulsing waves. You cry out high, broken, and keep moving through it, riding him through every aftershock, drawing it out until you're trembling and oversensitive and still somehow greedy for more.
"Fuck I’m gonna come.” He grits out through his teeth.
"Inside me please Joel.” You gasp without even thinking, and he honestly can’t believe the words that came out of your mouth.
He growls low and feral and finally letting his hips snap up to meet yours. Once, twice and then he's grinding deep, holding you down by the hips as he empties inside you in thick hot pulses. You feel every twitch, every spurt, feel the way his cock kicks against your fluttering walls.
He buries his face in your neck, breathing hard, teeth grazing your skin without biting. You stay locked together for long minutes. Sweaty, trembling and your hearts beating in tandem. His arms come around you, pulling you flush against his chest so there's no space left between you. Eventually he kisses your temple, your cheek and then the corner of your mouth.
"Stay right here.” He mumbles against your lips. "Don't move yet, wanna feel you keep me warm a little longer."
I really love you AKOTSK hc's!!
i was wondering if you could write the AKOTSK men (including lyonel, if ur up to the task), falling in love with a commoner. like a farmers daughter. its like star crossed lovers, cause they can never be together...
kinda angsty but cute!! plsplspls, LOVE ur writing
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Aerion:
He was livid that he couldn’t be around you all the time. Hating that his life and yours couldn’t be entwined together the way that he wanted.
Glancing at you every time he strolled through the town, and wishing he could kiss you in front of everyone. It was like torture to him and he had to hide the pain of not being able to be together.
Plus, the consequences would be dire if he were caught with a commoners daughter, and everything he worked hard for would be lost. He was royal and wealthy, and you barely had enough food to put on the table.
Until he could find a way to convince everyone you could be together, the two of you would just have to wait. And he would wait a lifetime and more for you.
“I swear my flame, one day we can be together, and nobody will stop us.”
Baelor:
It was agony to him not being able to hold you in his arms. Especially at night all he thought of was you, and his bed would be warmer with you in it.
Clenching his fists whenever you came into the kingdom to deliver supplies from the farm. He brought your name up one time, and everyone laughed and told him there was no way in the heavens they would allow the relationship.
His heart breaking more and more each day, and trying to control his emotions was unbearable. The two of you almost caught when he pulled you into an empty hallway and a guard had walked by.
You were tired of being a secret, but you also understood that he was the type of man that would be married to a princess. But you prayed to the gods that maybe they would grant you a chance to be together.
“They just don’t understand my love for you, and it burns me that I can’t have you.”
Daeron:
The poor boy was an absolute wreck. Drinking even more than he already was before. Throwing his goblet across the room as visions of you danced in his head slowly torturing him.
He would constantly sneak into the town and watch everything that you did. Wishing he could just hold your hand, and kiss all over your face like he wanted.
He just couldn’t comprehend that he was told he had to be with someone who was of his class. It didn’t matter to him that you were common. He wanted something real, and you were it. It felt like you were slowly slipping through his fingers, and he couldn’t hold on anymore.
But he would hold on tighter to the rope regardless, and let his hands bleed for you. Finding sneaky ways to kiss you when nobody was looking, or whispering softly in your ear like a secret. You knew his love for you would never die, and both of you felt there was still hope.
“My flower, no matter what happens you will always have my heart and my soul.”
Duncan:
Duncan was frustrated and annoyed simply for the fact he was told no. He didn’t like being told he couldn’t have something that meant the world to him.
He always thought he was never anything special, and didn’t get why you weren’t good enough. Getting on his horse and riding around to find you, and hold your hand for as long as he could. Just wanting to stare deep into your eyes, and never wanting to lose the memory of you.
Confiding in the people closest to him that he was madly in love with you, and needing reassurance from others that there could still be a glimmer of light.
He didn’t know what he would be able to do without you in his life, and he’d rather die than not have you to hold and love. Keeping his promise to you that he would love no other woman no matter what.
“Not even the gods could tear me apart from you my lady, they’d have to strike me first.”
Lyonel:
He did the only thing he knew how to do to get over something, and that was to laugh and dance. Putting on a mask to hide how he really felt that he couldn’t be with you. Knowing that they would never allow him to be with a servant like you.
The only thing that he could hold onto was the fact you were always in the kingdom. Feeling lucky that he could at least watch you, and know you were there. Just right there, so close to love, but so far away from being able to touch.
Finding any excuse he could to talk to you, or slightly brush his hand against your arm. Just to feel something, and never lose that spark and tingle he felt around you.
It was killing him more than he let on, and everyone questioned why he was always trying hard to play happy, when they could see the pain in his eyes. The only thing that mattered to him was one day he would stand on the mountains, and shout his love for you.
“They will never understand my love for you my sweet girl, and that’s because they wish they could.”
Maekar:
Oh he let the whole kingdom know how incredibly furious he was that he couldn’t be with you. Taking it out on family, friends, servants, guards or anybody for that matter.
Smashing things and trying to pick fights just as an excuse to take his rage out on something. Nobody could look him in the eyes when they saw him stomping down the halls.
Finding every chance or excuse he could to go into town, and pull you into empty stables and hold you until his arms became weak. Hating that he couldn’t be happy with you the way he wanted.
He was calm and peaceful when he was with you, and even if he had to marry someone else, he would always run back to you. There wasn’t anything in this world that would stop him from wanting to be with you until his last breath.
“I swear my love, they will regret the day they said I couldn’t have you.”
Valarr:
He was completely and utterly quiet and calm. Which was the scary part since he was never that way. That’s how everyone including you knew that something wasn’t right, and could tell something bothered him.
He never dared to express any other emotion with anybody. Except you of course. Only smiling when you walked into the room. It was becoming obvious to everyone in the court that he felt more than just a romantic crush. He had real feelings for you that couldn’t be taken from him.
In a way he was almost throwing a tantrum by not showing any kind of interest or emotion about anything. It was his way of saying if he couldn’t have you, then he would become a hallow man.
Expressing to you that his life had no meaning or purpose if you couldn’t be in it. It was either you or nothing, and the whole kingdom could feel it. Even the gods themselves could feel it.
“One day my sweet, one day we will be together, and nothing will stop us from ruling the world.”
Summary: You and Steve have been dancin' around each other for months and when Robin finally gives him a push he makes his move.
Author's Note: This is for day 25 of Navy and Roo's @the-slumberparty Candy Heart Challenge and the heart 'my love' and the prompt, 'yes, you're mine, even if you don't know it yet.' Thank you both so much for hosting and thank you all so much for reading and sharing! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks Daisy!🥰
Warnings: Robin is always super helpful (we love her) and Steve is totally smitten but needed a push, once he gets it, he's all in. Flirting, tension, kisses, Steve calls reader sweetheart, we love his eyes (I really do!)
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“Hey! You’re here!” Robin cheers when you squeeze through the crowd to stand next to her.
“And I’m already regretting the decision,” you say lightly before huffing in frustration when a drunk guy bumps into you.
“That’s because you need more alcohol…” Robin teases. She hands you a red plastic cup, the contents inside sweet enough that you smell it before you even take a sip.
“What is this?” you ask, giving it a sniff.
“Sex on the beach,” Robin answers with a waggle of her eyebrows. “The good stuff.”
You take a tentative sip and look around.
“He’s here,” Robin says, her eyebrows waggling harder this time.
“Who?” you ask, feigning innocence and hiding behind another sip of the fruity drink.
“Angel eyes,” she giggles.
“Oh my god,” you sigh with a roll of your eyes. “I said it ONCE! AND I was DRUNK!”
“Yeah, well, it stuck. And he does have nice eyes,” she adds almost wistfully.
“Just make sure he never finds out,” you mutter. “That’s all I need. He already thinks his hair is award worthy…”
“Thought you loved that too,” she grins.
With another roll of your eyes you try to discreetly search the party, but when you don’t see Steve and only spot Nancy and Jonathan you wave and call them over. After chatting with everyone for a bit you go in search of some much-needed water, soon finding yourself in front of the kitchen sink with some random guy chatting you up.
He’s pretty cute and so far seems like a nice guy but he’s clearly tipsy and starting to edge on sloppy.
“Are you just planning on standing here and pouting all night?” Robin asks Steve as they lean against the dining room wall, you, and random guy in line of sight.
“Huh?” Steve replies, his eyes still glued to you. “Pout? I’m not pouting.”
“Yeah,” Robin scoffs. “You sure are.”
“Well, other than you- and no offense or anything- everyone is currently busy…” His thought trails off as his eyes find you again, a smile gracing your features that makes his breath catch.
“I see someone else you might want to talk to,” Robin chimes with an elbow to his ribs.
“Ow,” he says quietly, still staring at you.
“Wow that guy is really working hard,” Robin muses. “You better go over there and get your girl angel eyes.”
“Angel ey…?” Steve half repeats, clearly confused as he finally turns toward Robin. “What are you talking about?”
Robin’s eyes go wide. “NOTHING! Just go…”
She grabs Steve’s shoulders and starts to push him in your direction, but he pushes back with his weight and spins to face her. “Why did you just call me angel eyes?”
Robin stutters for a few moments, her expression morphing from anxious to indifferent. “I was just thinking how nice your eyes are,” she finally says, laughing nervously.
Steve gives her a look full of suspiciousness. “No you don’t,” he says. “You think Vickie has nice eyes.”
Robin smiles softly. “You’re right. I do and she does.”
“So then…” And as the words trail off his eyes slide back to you, a knowing smile pulling at his mouth. “She said I have angel eyes…”
It’s more of a statement than a question and when he looks back to Robin the answer is written all over her guilty face. Robin just shrugs and smiles again. “Better go get your girl…before that guy does.”
“She’s not mine yet…but she will be.” Steve says with fervor.
Robin looks at Steve expectantly and he hands her his drink and stalks into the kitchen.
Steve taps you lightly on the shoulder and you turn, immediately sagging with relief when you see it’s him.
“Steve,” you smile. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he says, clearing his throat as he takes you in. “You look beautiful.”
His compliment warms you from head to toe and you mumble a quiet, “thanks.”
The drunk guy keeps trying to follow your conversation but only manages to make bewildered faces as he looks back and forth between you and Steve. Finally he asks, “is this your boyfriend?”
“No,” you say just as Steve says, “yes.”
Your eyes go wide and the drunk guy looks even more confused. Steve steps into your space and wraps his fingers around yours, giving you a gentle tug as he says, “can I talk to you for a minute sweetheart?”
You can only nod and follow him as he leads you down a quiet hallway toward the bedrooms of the house.
“I’m sorry,” he says when you reach the end and lean against a closed door. “I thought you might need rescuing, but I didn’t mean to mess that up. I’m sure he was a nice guy and…”
Steve starts to ramble and you press a finger to his lips. He stops talking immediately and you feel the exhale of breath he lets out.
“It’s ok. You’re right. I was done talking to him. So…thanks.” You drop your finger.
Steve immediately misses the contact and reaches for your hand, brushing a fingertip across your knuckles. He steps closer and your back presses to the wall.
“Did I mention you look beautiful?” he whispers, toying with the thin strap of your dress.
“You did.” Your answer is controlled despite feeling breathless.
His fingertip glides over the curve of your shoulder, moving lower and ghosting across your collar bone. Your lips part but you don’t speak, trying hard to control your breathing as his fingers explore more of your exposed skin.
“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, licking his lips.
“What are you doing?” you ask, watching the way his tongue traces his lips.
“Making you mine.” The inflection in his words skirts the edge of questioning and claiming.
You look up at him through your lashes, letting out a small gasp when his fingers drop and smooth along the curve of your breast.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
You keep your eyes on his when he dips his head and curls his hand around your jaw, pressing his thumb under your chin to tilt your head back.
“Just say the word,” he whispers, a caress against your lips.
Your eyelashes flutter and his nose runs along your cheek, lightly bumping yours until his lips hover over yours again. Your hands follow the width of his shoulders and then your fingers slide up the back of his neck and into his hair. He closes the space between you, capturing your lips, softly at first but with a growing intensity that makes every inch of your body melt into his.
With your fingers in his hair you pull him closer, all of him pressed against you now and suddenly he’s kissing you harder, his hands moving deliberately as one slides down the curve of your body and around to your back, while the other circles gently around the nape of your neck, holding you in place.
When you pull away for need of air he keeps you close, smiling playfully as your gaze wanders over his face.
“Angel eyes huh?” he teases.
Your own eyes widen and you immediately drop your chin but with a finger pressed to your skin he stops you.
“I was drunk!” you say weakly.
His thumb smooths softly over the crest of your cheek and he kisses you again.
“If you promise to be mine you can call me angel eyes whenever you want,” he murmurs.
“Oh yeah?” you ask, your smile pressed to his lips.
These tags made me smile through my tears @little-smartass Tony did play the iconic Frank-n-Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show. He was in it with Amber Benson who played Tara on Buffy. That is why it was such a big deal when they both sang in Once More With Feeling.
LOL at the " by all accounts a lovely guy despite being incredible at playing assholes." Yes! I was thinking the same thing when I was going through my clips last night. He was a multi-faceted actor who didn't like being pidgeon-holed into one stereotype. He played all sorts of roles. One of the many things that I loved about him.
This day is entirely dedicated to ”what if?”-scenarios. Imagine your pairing in another context. Another timeline. Or why not imagine them in another universe? How would their story change if certain key moments unfolded differently? Would their relationship develop in the same way in an alternate setting, or would it be completely different?
The English professor couldn’t miss the way the whole class looked and almost shuddered when “Wrecker” Fett entered the class room. He knew he had a first name, but couldn’t remember it. All the students called him Wrecker anyways and the name stuck. He had met him once before at freshman orientation and was sure he was going to drop his class after a few weeks. The large, bald headed athlete was huffing and sweating at the effort it took to cross the campus. His backpack was dwarfed by his large hands as he looked around the room for an open seat. A sweaty crumpled piece of paper that was supposed to be his schedule was in one of his beefy hands. He wiped his face with the collar of his shirt as he started walking down the aisle.
“Good morning, Mr. Fett. Please, find an open seat so we can begin,” Mr. Borowitzc said.
It was almost comical how Wrecker tried to squeeze down the aisle, and not bump anyone on his way to the front row of the class and took a seat next to a girl with brown hair. She gave him a small smile as he tried to squeeze his bulk into the tiny seat. He was partially successful as one of his long legs stuck out past the first row, and the other hung out into the aisle. He set his backpack in the seat between him and the girl, nodding to the professor that he was ready to begin.
“As I was saying, this first semester we will discover a love for The Renaissance, poetry, medieval knights….” the professor droned on.
Wrecker sat with rapt attention, only sparing a glance at the girl beside him. He had to keep up his grades to keep his place on the power lifting team and his sports scholarship.
When class was over, he had half a page of notes he could barely read, a handout of books to read, and a sense of dread at accomplishing the work.
He heard a voice beside him. “Hey, don’t look so down. This is an easy class, I promise.” The girl held out her hand to him, introducing herself. “The names Remi Spencer. But my friends call me Spence.”
“Oh, hi. I’m Wreck- I mean,Hūmārie Fett [whoo -mar-ier], but most everyone calls me Wrecker. Because- you know…” He motioned to his scarred face and the rest of his body. He took her hand and gave it a light squeeze.
She was surprised when his hand completely engulfed hers and she kind of laughed to herself. “A few of my friends are personal friends with Professor Borowicz and he might seem a little intimidating, but he means well. He’d rather his students love English literature than run from it.”
Wrecker pulled his massive frame out from the cramped seat and gathered his backpack and his crumpled schedule. “Where ya headed next?” Wrecker asked. He avoided standing to his full height so as not to frighten Remi.
“I have Business Communications next with Professor Stallman,” Remi said.
He squinted at his crumpled schedule and that’s when Remi really noticed his scarring. It traveled from the left side of his face from behind his ear, across his cheek and nose, and part of his lips. There were some faint lines of scarring on his muscled left arm as well. She had a sudden surge of sympathy and compassion for him as she guessed it was a pretty traumatic accident that caused the scarring on someone so young.
“I have the same class!” Wrecker said with a smile. They started walking together back into the crowded hallways when his smile fell. He scratched behind his left ear, and said ,“Uh, I don’t want to impose on ya, but do you think you will be joining a study group? I’m gonna need all the help I can get this semester.” He looked down at her hopefully.
“Well, I don’t know of any yet, but I’m sure I’ll join one, too. Do you have a cell phone?” Remi asked.
“Ah…I don’t have one yet. My brother, Tech, is supposed to get one for all of us…”
“No worries. I’ll give you my phone number and email and we can stay connected that way. If you want,” Remi said. She didn’t want to be too pushy.
“That would be great! Like I said, I’m going to need all the help I can get.” He smiled at her as they continued walking to their next class. Despite his initial trepidation of the new school year, he was excited for a new beginning and new friends.
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A/N This is only a small part of a longer AU story. I did a little bit of research on Maori names and wanted to include part of Temuera Morrison's culture. I mean no disrespect if I use something incorrectly. Humarie does have a strong meaning, but I don't remember what it is! All the clone brothers have an English name and a Maori one. I do find this quite endearing. On a real world note, I do wish the clones from The Clone Wars had not been so white washed and had more similar appearances to Temuera Morrison.
40s Bucky with childhood best friend reader who’s got a PHAT crush on him but he walks the world with tinted glasses on and doesn’t even notice how differently she acts around him. One day she finally decides to go on a date with a guy her Ma’s been nagging her about and Bucky spots them through the diner window. There’s an uneasy feeling bubbling up in his stomach, making it churn and flip, his jaw clenching and eyes hardening at the sight of you smiling gently at another man.
He shrugs off the “you’re jealous Buck,” from Steve with a huff and continues on his way. But he can’t stop thinking about you. And that man. He doesn’t like the fact that there is another man touching you, that your arms are looped around the others man’s arm, that he’s kissing your temple, that you’re laughing.
“Are you even listening to me?” Steve asks between a mouthful of bread and cheese. Bucky just scoffs and shoves a sandwich into his mouth.
On your way home from your date you walk through the park you, Buck and Steve usually frequent. The man was nice but you don’t think you got a word in all night, it was all about him.
“Oh hey, you enjoy your date?” Steve’s voice pulls you from your stupor, you catch Bucky glaring at him before turning to you with his usual cocky smile.
“Uhmm yeah, I-it was nice I suppose,” you tuck yourself further into your jacket, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
Steve cocks his brow at you, knowing better.
“Cmere, tell us what you really think.” Steve pats the grass and you sink down, uncaring of the marks you’ll get on your dress.
“Well he was kind and all but…all he ever wanted to speak about was himself, how he was getting big in the factories and that he might be a manager soon enough. When I tried to speak he just made it about him.”
Bucky made an indignant sound, rolling his eyes and sipping his beer. Mumbling something about ‘that’s what you get when…’
“Forgive him,” Steve interjected as he noticed a pang of anger and hurt float across his face “he’s been bitter all day.”
Steve should’ve known it would’ve been redundant to try to solve this calmly.
“I’m sorry James, couldn’t hear ya mumbling about me,” you spat.
“I said that’s what you get.” He growled in return, shucking down more of the alcohol. Steve looked around at the curious people that pass with a sympathetic smile.
“Oh that’s what I get? Why huh?” Your jaw clicked as it clenched.
“Because you go on dates with assholes like Jimmy Brooks that’s why. He ain’t cared about anyone since he looked in a mirror” Bucky’s eyed you angrily.
“Oh and what other assholes would you have me date, You, Bucky?” His heart skipped a beat at just the thought. Then slipped a beat for a very different reason.
“Yeah maybe.” Fuck. He’d put his foot in it now thanks to his jealously and anger.
When you didn’t respond right away he sighed through his nose before giving you a softer look.
“Listen I’m sorry alright, I didn’t mean that-”
“You mean you wouldn’t like to go on a date with me?” You looked up at him through his lashes and he almost died because of your cuteness. And, You wanted to go on a date, with him?
“Well I mean I’d love to if—if you’re interested,” he stuttered. Great going Bucky you big doofus. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
“I think I’m interested,” you smiled at him and he flashed you a toothy grin in return. Steve’s poor heart thumped heavily in his ribs as he watched the pair.
He had a whole plan to get you two idiots to realise you liked each other.
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So little life update that I thought I’d share as it will probably affect my posting schedule. I got a puppy!!! He’s a cutie patootie but he is a lot of work rn which means less time to write. I apologise for that 😭🙏 but I do have a few drabbles in drafts that I will be posting ^this is one.
thoughts on malyshka giving mafia bucky a nickname in her native language??
He loves the romanian ones she uses.
It means so much that she's learning romanian for him. So when she called him Dragul meu, he loved it. It sounds so pretty on her tongue that he wants her to say it all the time.
Loved that fanfic . I’ve been on such an Amos Burton kick lately since I’m finally getting to reading the books. 😊
I have a wonderful moot on here that GIFTED ME SEVEN of the books from the WHOLE series and I just gotta say, Amos in the books is INCREDIBLE!! And their depiction of him with Wes Chatham rests my case that he is the best possible actor that could have ever been chosen to play him. Hands down. I am so glad you enjoyed reading, Peaches.🥴 I ABSOLUTELY forgot how much of a banger that fic is... It's hard to believe I wrote that a couple years ago!! If you are interested in any more Amos oriented fics, my inbox is ALWAYS open. *wink wink nudge nudge say no more Monty Python style*🤭😜
