Summary: Huck Finnigan has a heart of gold, something you tell him before asking him to escort you to the Spring Formal.
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“Hey, Huck.”
He had been walking past with a small smile your way, when you called his name.
“Yes?” You couldn’t be sure, but it looked like his expression lifted at your voice.
“Where are you headed to in such a hurry?” You said. That’s not what you wanted to say at all, but looking into his eyes makes you nervous.
“Nowhere important. Is everything okay?” Huck was observant, easily picking up on your unease.
There is a softness in his eyes, concern etched in his features. It only makes you more nervous.
“Well, you know that I admire you-“
“-you do?” He interrupts, eyebrows shooting up.
“I do, Huck.” You force yourself to make eye contact. “I really do. You have this...heart of gold that I love-admire.”
“Oh, well, thank you.” The side of his face unscarred is flushed pink.
His reaction gives you the tiny push you need.
“In fact, I was hoping that you’d be willing to escort me to the formal next week. As my date.”
Silence creeps into the hallway, having you backtrack.
“Or as friends? If you’d be more comfortable...”
“It would be an honor to go with you.” Huck snaps out of his daze, smiling wide. “I’m just- surprised.”
He lets out a small laugh.
“I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you all week, actually.”
You can’t help the way you beam at him, heart feeling lighter than air at his confession. It had been festering inside of you all week, trying to pluck up the courage to ask the kindhearted man, but knowing that he had been going through the same ordeal?
Huck clears his throat, shyly meeting your eye with a surprising amount of determination. “Well, to be honest, I wanted to ask you on a date before this dance.”
“I would say yes to anything you had in mind.” You tell him.
Despite how much you want to stay there and savor the moment; you and him, grinning like fools, you have a job to do.
Biting your lip to suppress the smile, you lean in to kiss his cheek quickly. Huck inhales sharply, a smiling and blushing mess, watching as you scurry around the corner.
Summary: Edmund tracking down the reader, a girl he used to love
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You never thought you’d see him again.
After all, the last you’d heard, Edmund was on the run after breaking out of Lucia State Hospital in California. The chances of him ever even remembering you were slim, and the chances of him coming for you were even slimmer.
You doubted he could track you down if he wanted to, seeing as you’d moved around quite a bit in the time he’d been locked up at the psychiatric hospital.
He wouldn't know where to look, and you weren’t even sure why he’d want to.
...But there was no use denying what you could see with your own two eyes.
Right there, standing in front of you, plain as day, was Edmund Tolleson.
You had a million questions, each one more important than the last, and not one overriding your overall desire to run into your home and lock the door behind you. In the time since you’d last seen him, Edmund had really lost it.
This wasn’t the loveable young man you’d fallen in love with. No, he was a wanted criminal, a convicted felon and if they found out he had come here, you would surely be on a list somewhere, if you weren’t dead before that.
There was no good way this would end.
Still, you couldn't will your legs to move. As desperately as you tried to turn away from him and pretend you hadn’t seen a thing, you couldn’t make yourself do it.
He was really here.
It was impossible.
“Long time no see” he called, somehow managing to keep a low profile even though everyone in California knew exactly who he was and wouldn’t hesitate to call the police if they saw him.
There was no point in hiding.
He wasn’t in California anymore.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice little more than a pathetic whisper, caught in the back of your throat. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined seeing him again, and even then, you never thought it could really happen.
This had to be a dream.
You had finally lost your mind and it was only a matter of time before those men in white coats came to collect you. That would be a much easier reality to accept than the one you were currently stuck in.
He couldn’t be here.
“You know, I was real surprised you didn’t come and visit me. I missed you” he hummed, continuing on as if you hadn’t said anything at all. Edmund’ had more than enough time to think about what he would say to you if this time ever came, and it was important you heard him.
There was no telling what you had heard about him in the time since he’d been gone, and the less you really knew, the better.
Really, he was only here for one thing.
Edmund wanted his girl back.
He wanted you back, real bad.
“It’s a little hard to visit when I didn’t know where you were '' you reminded, finding yourself unable to hold your tongue, even in these most unsavory circumstances.
You couldn’t help yourself.
One day, you were happily waiting for him to come back, and the next, you hear over the radio that the man you love has been arrested for multiple murders. Murders, and of priests no less.
It wasn’t as if you were just going to jump at the chance to go and see him after that.
“Would it have really mattered? Would you have come to see me if you knew?” Edmund countered, well aware of the answer before the words even left his lips. You surely thought that he was a monster.
Just like everyone else did.
The fact that you had once cared deeply for him wasn’t going to change the fact that he had hurt all those people, and that he was a wanted criminal. Nothing was going to take away from the terrible things he’d done.
Not even the way his eyes twinkled as he looked at you.
It was just like it used to be and for a moment, you found yourself almost forgetting the horrific circumstances under which you were meeting again.
“I heard you got a new girl, I’m sorry about what happened to her” you hummed, once again changing the subject from your own feelings for him. You didn’t want to get into any of that with him, not now.
It wouldn’t change a thing.
The news of Edmund breaking out of Lucia the first time had been music to your ears, because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you didn’t want anything to happen to him.
If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have followed the radio so closely after catching wind of the murders he’d committed. Any sane person would have just closed that part of their life off and never thought of it again.
...but clearly, you weren’t as sane as you would have liked to think you were because you were still entertaining this conversation at all.
“Yeah, me too”
There was a sadness in Edmund’s voice as he thought about Dolly, and the Bonnie and Clyde relationship they had shared. It was over quickly, but left a lasting impression on him that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to shake.
She was special.
So were you.
That was why he was here in the first place. There was no way Edmund could live another day without you, the first girl he’d ever loved, now that he was free.
“I thought about you, every day when I was in there” he sighed, as if thinking back to all those days locked up like a caged animal. Knowing that you were out there somewhere, just waiting for him to come find you, was what kept him going.
He needed you.
“What do you want, Eddie?” you huffed, finally breaking down to the point where you just had to get it over with. Clearly, he came here for a reason and you just wanted to know what that was.
Surely, there wasn’t anything left of what you’d had before.
He had gone off and butchered people, he hurt people and if that wasn’t enough which it certainly should have been, he was currently on the run. There was no way you could have what you’d had before he ran off.
There was no way you could have anything anymore.
However, the male in front of you had yet to give up hope. He knew that deep down inside of you, there was always going to be love for him, and all he had to do was bring it to the surface.
He had never stopped loving you, and nothing was going to keep you from loving him back.
That was just the way you were.
“I want you baby, just like I always have” he confessed, closing the space between your two bodies until you could smell the musk rolling off of him. For the first time in months, he was right here.
You could reach out and touch him, and nothing was physically keeping you from doing that, but you just couldn’t.
It wasn’t right.
Every night, you went to bed hoping that Edmund would come to his senses and come find you so that the two of you could be together again but you never thought it would actually happen.
You never thought he would be standing in front of you, like nothing had changed.
If anything, you expected to bring him up in a memory many years from now, in front of your grandchildren or something. Surely they would get a kick out of the story of how you once loved the man they called the Clergy killer.
You weren’t supposed to ever see him again.
“What am I supposed to say? You’re a killer, Eddie” you reminded, feeling sort of foolish even saying it out loud. Surely a man who had taken as many lives as he had was well aware of what he was.
Still, it just seemed like he was forgetting.
If nothing else, he was assuming that you had forgotten.
“Darling, I made a mistake. You know I love you”
It was exactly what you should have been expecting from him. It was real and raw and emotional, tugging at your heartstrings in just the right way. Just hearing him say it nearly broke your heart, but it wasn’t because you didn’t believe him.
It was because you did.
You knew that no matter what he did, Edmund had always loved you.
He wasn’t manipulative by nature, and didn’t have it in him to lie to you. Even when he was bad, he’d always been honest about it and even now, you found it hard to turn a blind eye to the way your stomach fluttered as he spoke.
He loved you.
Right now, standing in front of you, it was clear that he really, truly loved you, but that didn’t make it any easier to make sense of what he was asking of you.
You had a life, a job, and picking up and joining Edmund on his life of crime just didn’t seem like something you wanted to do. If your mother could see you now, she would be rolling in her grave.
...But it would be a lie to say that some part of you didn’t want to go.
Some part, no matter how small, wanted you to take Edmund’s hand and never look back but you just weren’t sure if it could work. It had been so long now, and so much had changed.
How could he even be sure he wanted you anymore?
“This is absolutely insane. Do you even have a plan? Where will you go?” you asked, doing your best not to give him, or yourself, any hope that you were going to accept the lunacy he was offering.
If you did, there was no telling what you would get yourself into.
Though, you knew that if you didn’t, you would always regret it.
All your life, Edmund had been what you wanted. From the moment you met, you knew that wherever he went, you would follow him and for a time, you had. There was nothing else in the world more important to you than him.
You just weren’t sure if you were quite ready to follow him into whatever this was.
“Don’t I always have a plan? Just get in the car, and I’ll take care of everything else” he grinned, well aware that he had already won you over. He could feel it in his gut and for once, it seemed like he was right.
This was going to work.
You were going to come with him, and as long as he had you, the rest would find a way to work itself out.
He was sure of it.
“Edmund Tolleson, you are certifiable” you decided, allowing yourself to stop worrying just enough to pull him into your arms, kissing him for what felt like the first time in a lifetime.
It was going to be messy, and difficult, but he had a point.
He had always taken care of you. All you had to do was trust him to do it one more time and everything was going to work out.
If nothing else, you were together and that was all you’d wanted for a very long time.
I dunno if anybody even remembers me, I've been on a hitaus for like a year oops 💀
ANYWAY I'm back!
And well, I have a shit ton of requests and I promise to write all of them!! Feel free to send new ones too, currently taking reqs for Harry Potter & AHS characters. For now though I'll be fixing old fics and possibly making sequels. Which leads me to my question :
How many of you would like to see sequels to
Cordelia Goode- No
Cordelia Goode - Shattered?
Wilhemina Venable - The world is ending and I'm in the wrong place
Mildred Ratched - Drenched
Newt Scamander - Friend
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ANY OF THEM TO HAVE ANOTHER PART, some people have been asking me to make them 😀🔫
@yang12e said: Ratched when she’s jealous or possessive
This is just my interpretation so feel free to let me know your thoughts! I also apologize for this not being super long!
Mildred Ratched
This show was a whirlwind
I was fully expecting for Mildred to be one of the toppiest tops to ever top the Sarah Paulson Cinematic Universe
Alas this is not the case
Mildred is a soft girl when it comes to the one’s she loves, so this needs to be taken into consideration when looking at how she would be in a jealous or possessive scenario
Mildred isn’t one to get too possessive
She knows that you’re hers and she is yours
She doesn’t feel the need to prove that to anyone but you
Sometimes she does get jealous though
She gets jealous when she can’t hold your hand like any other couple
Or can’t dance with you
This causes her to sometimes get a little tense
And you can tell right away
Her smile doesn’t quite meet her eyes like it usually does
Her shoulders get a little tenser
You reach out to hold her hand and she squeezes it tight
She likes it when you put your arm around her waist
Whispering into her ear
“It’s alright, love”
It helps her calm down and stop worrying
Possessive Mildred would be the one to wrap her arm around your waist
Or reach out for your hand
More to calm herself down than to send a message to the person that’s irking her
Summary: Huck developing feelings for the reader, a patient who is equally as unsure of herself as he is
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You woke up today as you did every day, in your room at the Lucia State Psychiatric Hospital, the light blaring in through the sliver separating the curtains.
It wasn’t a remarkable life.
If anything, it was boring and routine but at the very least, it kept you from hurting yourself. Besides, living in a facility like this wasn’t always bad. The food wasn’t too bad and you were allowed to bathe yourself, as long as you behaved.
For someone like you, it was an easy life. You had been hospitalised there due to a general diagnosis of melancholy, which made your family fear for your safety. Though, you always thought they just wanted to find somewhere to send you off to.
A young woman like you, unmarried and without prospects, was little more than a burden.
Some may have been upset about being sent off to stay in an institute like this one, taken away from everything they knew and left to die, but you didn’t see too much wrong with it. For someone like you, it wasn’t awful.
You were well taken care of, and even you had to admit that you were happier within these walls than you had been out there.
Not that all that change came from staying here alone.
In all the time that you had been staying in this place, you had found quite the interesting friend in a young orderly by the name of Huck Finnegan. He was interesting to you, as he was the sort of man who took care of other people even when it was difficult.
You knew that you didn’t have that much patience in your little finger, but he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. In fact, Huck seemed to get a special kind of joy from taking care of other people, including you.
He really seemed to like coming to see you.
He was constantly coming to visit you during the day, checking on you and making sure that you had everything you needed, which might not have seemed so strange. After all, it was his job to make sure that the patients here were taken care of.
However, while you thought that he was just doing his job at first, taking his turn to do the rounds, eventually, it was hard to believe.
It just didn’t seem plausible.
You knew for a fact that no one else ever took his place and when his visits came so frequently, it was becoming harder and hard to dismiss it as anything other than what it was.
Huck was sweet on you.
You didn’t really understand it, of course, and you weren’t entirely sure but there didn’t seem to be too many more reasons to be so attentive to another person. You certainly had never paid such close attention to someone else, unless you cared about them.
...And while it was possible you were way off base, it was a thought you couldn’t shake.
As far as you were concerned, someone like Huck would never be interested in you.
It didn’t make any sense to you, because you didn’t have anything to offer him. He was selfless and kind, thinking about others at all times and if the rumors were to be believed, he always had been.
Compared to all the things he’d done and all the people he’d saved, you looked like little more than a petulant child.
All things considered, you couldn’t have imagined him finding anything about you to love but in the months that you’d been here, something had certainly developed between you. While you weren’t sure what it was, it didn’t really matter.
You didn’t mind the company.
As far as the folks in this place went, you could have done a lot worse than a handsome war veteran.
If nothing else, he was a good person and talking to him was going to be much better for your mental state than the other patients.
Then, as if thinking about him had somehow encouraged the man’s entrance, there was a knock at your door.
“Good afternoon, can I come in?”
His words came as similarly as they did every day, meeting your ears in tandem with his knocking on the door. Technically, he didn’t have to do you the courtesy of knocking on the door or asking for entrance at all, but it was kind of him to do so.
It was a very human gesture, one that none of the other orderlies or nurses offered you.
Still, just as you did every day, you called out in affirmation, glad to see that Huck was one again coming to check on you. Of all the staff in the Lucia State Psychiatric Hospital, he was by far your favorite.
He was just so nice and polite.
...And it certainly didn’t hurt that he was more handsome than any man you’d ever seen.
Huck’s attractiveness went much deeper than his skin, which wasn’t altogether unattractive to begin with. It was just that the person he was, the person that lived within the skin was far too darling to ever let go of.
You really weren’t sure if you’d ever met a more wonderful person in your life.
“How are you today?” he asked, stepping into the room as casually as he could and closing the door behind him. You knew that this was one of those friendly visits, because you’d already had all your checkups and medicine that you would for the day.
He didn’t have any real reason to be here, but you were just as glad to see him anyway.
“I’m as good as I could be '' you shrugged, caught somewhere between being happy to see him and wishing that you could have met under different circumstances. When you really thought about it, you must have been crazier than any of them to think he could actually like you.
You were a patient of his.
You were out of your mind.
A man like Huck would never be interested in a chubby sad sack with nothing more to live for than walking around the hospital and doodling on your arm in pen. He was a hero, a beautiful soul, and someone you couldn’t have hoped to entice.
He was too good for you.
“Yeah? You’re doing alright? No distasteful thoughts or negativity this morning?” he hummed, doing the same thing he did every day, starting at the door with his arms folded behind his back. These visits always started off as clinical and professional as possible.
Though, before long, you knew well enough to know that Huck would be cracking jokes and smiling as if the two of you were little more than lifelong friends, catching up.
It was just the way this whole thing went.
“Nope, all good here” you teased, putting on your best cheesy grin as if that would somehow convince him. You did seem to be in good spirits today, compared to when you had a bad day, but that didn’t mean you were completely out of the woods.
If it was that easy to convince him, you wouldn’t have been here in the first place.
“Really, cause you kinda have that far off look in your eye again today” he prodded, relaxing a little further, just enough to let himself sit down on the far end of your bed.
It was a more intimate stance than he would ever take with another patient, not that he was going to tell you that. There was just something about you, and he felt really comfortable when he was with you.
Naturally, that kind of comforting energy made him much more calm and casual than he may have been otherwise.
Damn it.
You really didn’t want to tell him about the dreary realization you had just made but you knew well enough to know that Huck wasn’t going anywhere until you opened up and told him what was up.
By this point in your residence here, he knew you well enough to know when you had something on your mind.
“It’s no big deal. I just thought something was happening that wasn’t” you tried, keeping it as vague as you could while still telling him enough to satisfy him. Considering what you were here for, it was much better to just talk to him than it would be to talk to everyone else.
Nurse Ratched tried her best to be understanding of your condition, much more than Bucket ever had, but they didn’t come close to the bond you shared with Huck.
You knew that he wouldn’t judge you, for even your most embarrassing secrets, and thoughts.
He was a real friend in that way.
“Tell me” he prompted, using the guiss of his profession to get you to talk to him, though you both knew that this was more of a personal suggestion than a professional one. He wanted to bond with you, to help you be better in a real way, but it wasn’t really that easy.
Getting you to open up to him in that way would require him giving away all of his own secrets.
You sighed again, of course.
The two of you had a lot of history between you in all the time you’d been living here but in regards to the feelings you shared for one another, you just didn’t talk about it. It was much easier to just dance around them, avoiding speaking it into life at all costs.
Both of you were too terrified of rejection to put yourselves out there.
“Why do you come here to see me every day? I mean, you don’t bring anything or need to take the time out? What is it about me?” you asked, trying your best to keep your wits about you, desperately avoiding making a fool out of yourself.
From where you were sitting, it seemed like Huck could leave at any time and never come back. It just seemed like you were reading too much into this and you were scared that you were going to ruin the whole relationship you had going.
You were friends.
If you made some kind of suggestion here that offended him, there was a good chance you would hardly see him around here at all.
Huck seemed taken aback by your question at first, partially because he hadn’t been expecting it, and mostly because he wasn’t sure how to answer. After all, he knew exactly what it was about you and why he was sitting here right now, but putting it into words was hardly easy.
He hadn’t been expecting to get into this today.
“I guess I like your company” he decided, figuring that would be the best way to say it without offending you somehow. Huck wasn’t blind to the reality of what he was, or what he looked like, and he was terrified to suggest what he was thinking.
After all, a woman like you had no real reason to ever give a man like him the time of day.
He had seen himself in the mirror. Huck was well aware of what he looked like, and he was hardly a male model. At this point in his life, he considered himself lucky to be alive, and didn’t think too much about what he looked like, until now.
Where you were concerned, he was painfully aware of his outward appearance.
The two of you had that in common, because you couldn’t imagine any man, let alone a wonderful man like Huck ever falling for someone like you. It seemed as if, at this point, the only thing you two could agree on was the fact that you couldn’t admit how you felt.
It was hardly ideal.
“Well, I enjoy your company too” you smiled, content to leave it at that. However, Huck wasn’t quite ready to just call it there.
As terrified as he was to do what he was about to do, it seemed like if there was ever going to be a time to do it, it was now.
The two of you had been doing this whole thing, dancing around your feelings for each other for months, and he didn’t want to do it anymore.
He had to know if you felt the same, and your admission just now seemed like the push he’d been waiting for.
“This might be a little forward, and forgive me if it is, but would you like to join me for dinner tonight?” Huck tried, fidgeting light with his fingers as he did his best to get the words out.
This feeling was new for him.
He was used to being uncertain sometimes and uncomfortable with certain situations but this was something else entirely.
It actually felt like his heart may burst out of his chest, it was beating so fast.
...and you weren’t much better.
The idea of what he was asking you was insane. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to, of course, dinner with Huck sounded amazing.
There was just one problem.
You couldn’t exactly hit the town whenever you felt like it.
“I would love to, but you know as well as I do that I can’t just waltz out the door” you reminded, once again put in your place.
Huck could go out and get anyone he wanted. It just didn’t make sense that he wanted to wait around here with you. You could hardly imagine how something like that would even work.
Thankfully, Huck was already way ahead of you.
He already spent more time here than he did anywhere else, and making a few adjustments to his plans on your account wasn’t going to kill him.
If it meant that the two of you could be together, he would do whatever he had to.
“You let me worry about that” he hummed, not even bothering to hide the huge grin on his face. After all this time, he’d finally done it.
Huck is honestly so sweet and kind, he would respect any sort of boundary or discomfort you had
Literally he would be so understanding and patient it shocks you
The relationship progressed slowly before you both became comfortable with each other, but when you did??
Huck is a gentleman. No question.
Consent is his foreplay !!
Consent is important to him; on both ends. Affection is something he hasn’t experienced since before the war and opening himself to you is a huge vulnerability on his part.
It starts small.
Hand brushing against his, before it turns into a loose handhold, eventually a firm grip with his thumb rubbing your skin.
It’s his favorite. He loves to hold your hand and look over to see your smile, that you’re just as content as he is.
When it comes to hugs?
WHEW!
The intimacy?? He definitely cried into your shoulder the first time you held him in your arms, clinging onto you as he soaked in the affection.
He still utterly melts when you hug, holding you so tightly.
He’s touch starved okay :/ spare him a hug or two
Despite your constant reassurances, he’ll hesitate when it comes to kissing.
It feels wrong to him, especially in the beginning, to feel your soft lips against his scarred tissue.
He physically flinched the first time you kissed his scarred cheek, the action unexpected. (consent!!!)
With time, he’ll become open to it, anything to see your smile. But he can’t deny the uncomfortable heaviness in his chest that happens.
It’s a work in progress.
Date nights date nights date nights date nights
There is nothing more that he loves than planning date nights.
He is a romantic
He’ll always buy bouquets of flowers or if you prefer something else (or nothing) he’d do it with hesitation.
It honestly makes his heart swoon if you return the sentiment and get him a gift, something small that reminded you of him (because you were thinking about him! him!!)
He’s a little weary about going to busy places because he can feel the weight of people’s stares on his face. They’ll come up and offer their thanks for his service, but he prefers your company somewhere quiet.
There is a small diner that is never busy, it’s not rundown, just located in a bad spot so it doesn’t have high traffic. He loves it.
The owners adore him, and by extension, you. They’re an elderly couple; the wife always stopping by your booth with a complimentary plate of dessert, sometimes the husband will stop by and chat about current happenings.
It’s a quiet place that is full of normalcy that Huck craves.
You’ll cook him dinner, if his week is especially busy or stressful from work.
Those nights typically follow the same pattern; dinner on the back patio, conversing over drinks, turning the stereo louder and falling into a simple dance under the setting sun. And, maybe, he’ll come inside, maybe he’ll stay the night...
On those mornings, after he stayed the night, he always wakes up early. A habit he’s never been able to quit after the war.
He watches you with soft eyes, adoration emitting from his every being.
request: can you do a huck finnigan imagine where the reader and him are being soft
warnings: female pronouns used (once)
a/n: yes. just,,,, yes.
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before he met you, huck didn’t have much reason to take advantage of his days off.
he often didn’t take them, offering to cover someone else’s shift, working doubles, just working.
what did he have to return to? a lonely apartment, cold and empty.
but that was before he met you.
“good morning, sweetheart.” he hums into the base of your shoulder, arms coming to wrap around your waist.
you mumble something, turning to face him with a sleepy smile.
“it’s too early.”
“i know.” he leans up enough to kiss your forehead. “but i was thinking we could take a drive up to our spot and have a picnic. just you and me. how does that sound?”
“you had me at you and me.”
you feel the curve of his smile against your skin, his breath warm and steady against you.
“you and me.” he mumbles softly to himself.
. .
after a quick breakfast, you’re in the car fiddling with the radio trying to find a suitable station. the windows are cracked slightly to let in a cool breeze.
the cliff side blurs by in streaks of green and brown, blue sky peeking through. eventually, the car pulls into a small gravel parking lot. it’s empty, as it always is.
huck reaches in the back for the picnic basket, snagging the wool blanket as well before offering his hand to you.
the trip to the clearing isn’t exactly a hike, but it’s not a simple stroll either. trees are thick along the trail, thick with underbrush. birds chirp and flutter through the leaves. before long, the trees start to thin out and open into a sandy clearing overlooking a bay of water.
it’s not a popular spot among the tourists because the beach area is more rocky than fine sand. the water is cooler, too, no matter the season.
huck lays out the blanket and sets the basket down, sitting down to untie the laces of his shoes while you do the same.
for a while you sit there, cool breeze sweeping over your face, cuddling into huck’s side.
it’s peaceful.
the serene silence comes to an end, like all good things must do, but you quickly realize that it’s given way to something better.
huck had been fiddling with his pocket for a couple of minutes, muscles going tense under your touch. with a gentle touch, he pulls away to face you, shifting to get on one knee. in his hands is a small velvet box.
words spill from his mouth but you’re in a daze, only registering bits of it.
‘i love you.
more than anything.
you make me happy.
would you do me the honor...’
“of becoming my wife?”
“yes.” it’s a soft declaration but you mean it with your entire heart. “yes, huck, yes!”
his smile takes over his entire face, beaming as you surge forward into his arms. peppering kisses over his face, seeing the adoring look in his eyes, you start to cry.
