The rumors are trueâa new novella by me is coming! A pre-order link will follow, but in the meantime, hereâs the deal:
I am not going to make rent this month, thanks to my and my sonâs hospital bills this year and accumulated debts associated with that. I am also expecting to be fired within the week, because of a new manager whoâs decided to get rid of me. Obviously my stress levels are off the charts, and I need to put out more books to help tide us over until I find something else. But Amazon pays on a 60 day delay, and I need to make rent now, by the 5th.Â
To that end, anyone who donates any amount over $2.99 (the cost of this book when it goes live) to my GoFundMe will receive a digital copy of this novella from me in the next 48 hours, in the format of their choosing!*
I havenât said much about personal stuff recently because I didnât want to get attacked again, but I need help. I hate asking but Iâm desperate. I would love a reblog if youâre willing.Â
Things are going to be better this year. I am willing it so.
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A/N: Thank you to @mndalorians for giving me this very soft idea and listening to my ramblings â¤ď¸ This is pretty much just autumn softness and modern Din, I hope you all enjoy!
You didnât know if it was because of the season, all the happy families around you, or just the feeling of being with him that made you want to stay in this moment forever. Din shoots you a shy smile when he noticed your gaze, pulling his scarf up higher to rest just under his nose. You knew Din wasnât a fan of cold weather, as he had voiced his disappointment about the temperatures quickly dropping, but heâd do anything for his son.
It was Dinâs idea to come out to the pumpkin patch, inviting you to come along when you were visiting one night. You would tell him yes a million times over if it meant you would be able to see the joy that filled his face again. He wanted Grogu to have the full autumn experience this year, which lead to him finding the small pumpkin patch a few towns over.
So here you are, watching Grogu climb and jump on hay bales, letting out yells of excitement while doing so. Din is in full dad mode, hands on his hips, making sure his kid didnât get hurt. âHeâs fine,â you chuckle, pulling his scarf back down so you can kiss his lips. He looks away from the group of kids that has now formed and giving you an I know look before readjusting the scarf once more. He tries to hide it, but you can see the tops of his cheeks darkening slightly from your kiss. A few curls stick out from underneath his beanie and you have the urge to tuck them back in, or maybe take it off entirely.
Your admiration of your boyfriend is interrupted by Grogu deciding heâs had enough of the bales and running over. He accidentally bumps into another kid, which makes Din begin to apologize profusely to the kidâs mothers. They laugh it off as Grogu runs up and hugs Dinâs leg, the bear toque youâd bought for him almost completely off his head.
âHey kid,â Din says as he kneels down, fixing the toque, âYouâve got to watch where youâre going.â Grogu simply nods and raises his chin as Din re-ties the strings. Din presses his forehead to Groguâs before standing back up. âReady to go find some pumpkins?â He asks you as he holds Gorguâs hand.
You smile, âIâve never been more ready.â While the three of you are walking out into the field you feel a tiny hand grab yours and look down to see Grogu smiling and staring at all the pumpkins, his hands held by both you and Din.
Itâs almost been a year since you and Din met, and moments like these bring him so much joy. He watches the largest smile form on your face when you meet his gaze. Grogu accepting you is something he knows you worry about, even when he insists his son loves you. Heâs happy youâre able to finally see that love from his son.
Grogu soon goes ahead of you and Din, very carefully examining the pumpkins. He shakes his head at one that is too big for him to carry, the little bear ears on his head flopping around, before continuing on to the next one. âIâm happy you invited me,â you say, bending down to pick up a smaller pumpkin to paint with Grogu layer.
âIâm glad.â His hand finds the back of your head when you stand up, pulling you closer to rest his forehead against yours. A small action that made you feel so much closer to Din. He remains there for a while, enjoying the moment for a little while longer before pulling away.Â
Din grabs a small pumpkin like yours, which after some debate he agrees to let you carry for him. Once Grogu notices his dad found a pumpkin, he very quickly brings one over. His arms wrapped tightly around it and face full of concentration, he very carefully hands it to you.
When the pumpkin is safely in your care, he runs off towards Din who has found a rather large pumpkin and is kneeling beside it in the dirt. Grogu wraps his arms around his dadâs neck in a hug, the action somehow pulling Dinâs beanie off. Din lets out an exaggerated gasp that has Grogu laughing as he fixes the beanie back on his head, even more curls escaping from underneath the fabric then earlier.
Din eventually frees the pumpkin and comes back to you with his arms full; a pumpkin cradled in one and the other holding a now yawning Grogu. By the time you pay for the pumpkins and are back at the car, Grogu is fast asleep with his face pressed into Dinâs neck. You can clearly see Dinâs smile now as his scarf is now wrapped around Grogu.
Readjusting Grogu, Din leans over for a quick kiss, âThereâs a small coffee shop not too far from here, do you want to stop?â You agree as he brushes his nose against yours, giving you one last kiss before leading the way.
The town is quiet for a Saturday afternoon, and inside the coffee shop is no different. Only a couple people are inside and the barista smiles when they hear you come in. You tell Din to go sit down and let you get the drinks. He agrees with little resistance for once, mainly because Grogu is beginning to wake up.
After ordering three hot chocolates you pull out your phone to look through the pictures you took today. Many were of Grogu smiling and running around at the pumpkin patch, but you had managed to get a couple of Din without him blocking the camera.
The pictures were soon forgotten when you felt a hand grab yours and you look down to see Grogu with a shy smile he must have picked up from his dad. Without saying anything he pulls you over to the display counter and points at cookies shaped like pumpkins. âShould we get some?â You ask, causing Grogu to very quickly nod his head. âWeâll get your dad one too.â He smiles and wraps his arms around your leg in hug before going back to sit with Din.
Returning with the drinks and cookies you canât help but laugh at the way Grogu stares with wide eyes. After Din warns him to be careful with the hot chocolate, Grogu turns his attention to his cookie and quickly begins to devour it. âYou didnât have to get these,â Din says, taking a bite of his own cookie.
You nudge his foot underneath the table in a teasing manner, âI wanted to, donât worry about it.â He nods and looks down at his son, who finished the cookie and has now managed to get whipped cream all over his nose and cheeks. Trying to hold in his laughter, Din grabs a napkin to clean up the mess. The laugh comes through after heâs done and Grogu pouts, drinking his hot chocolate more carefully this time.
Dinâs hand comes to rest over top of yours on the table, his thumb rubbing soft circles. âThank you. For coming I mean. It means a lot.â He takes a sip of his drink with his free hand and you chuckle as whipped cream gets caught in his moustache.
You wipe it off gently, smiling when his cheeks darken under your touch. âOf course Din. I canât think of anything Iâd rather do then spend the day with you two.â
Prompt:Â Making sâmores on a bonfire with character
Summary: both you and Bucky needed a break from your duties and go camping, making sâmores and cuddling under the stars
Warnings: fluff :)
Authorâs Notes: took this fun prompt from @the-ss-horniest-book-clubâ thank you! :)
âLook at the stars, Buck. Arenât they beautiful?â Your eyes glistened under the twinkling stars, the fire in front of you lit up every feature he loved about you. The heat keeping you warm and saving you from death that would otherwise be a bitter cold night.Â
âSo beautiful.â Bucky whispered, not taking his eyes off you as the words fell so easily from his lips.Â
Glancing his way, his eyes never left yours. A secret conversation with your eyes. The orange flames reflecting his usual baby blues.Â
Bucky was the first to look away, not because he wanted to, but because an inhale of smoke from the fire burned his nostrils and when he looked, the sâmores were burnt.Â
âOh my god!â You panicked, letting go of the sticks.Â
âShit!â He cursed, blowing at the cremated marshmallow. Saving it was out of the question now.Â
âWell, good we brought more!â Your laugh so contagious that Bucky canât help himself but to join in, a small but deep chuckle leaving his lips.Â
It was a long, long time since Bucky last made sâmores, this was like a whole new experience for him and he would of course be lying if he said he didnât enjoy it because he absolutely did. Anything and everything he did with you, he loved and cherished it like tomorrow wasnât promised. He lived in the moment, taking photos with his mind.Â
It was also his first time camping in a tent, a small tent to be exact. A small worry on the way to the forest if he would fit inside of it, you quickly eased his worries after your first night by snuggling up to him, using his body as a heater.Â
You were so proud of him. Bucky has already achieved such great things, once a broken man in desperate need to turn his life around. In time, he did. Heâs a good person and you make it a point to remind him of that every single day.Â
âSâmore like it.â He jokes. âHere you go, doll. Just be careful, itâll be hot.â He chuckles again, handing you the sweet treat. Blinking your thoughts away, you accept it with a smile, quietly thanking him.Â
âI love this.â Your voice above a whisper, gently blowing on the marshmallow to cool it down. âJust you and me. We should do this more often.âÂ
âItâs the best!â He chimed with a tight lipped smile. âWe should eat these delicious treats and cuddle under the stars.â He suggests, removing his own sâmore just before he burns it, again.
âIâd love that.âÂ
And I love you. The words he longs to tells you, but is too afraid of scaring you away.Â
I got this idea literally as soon as I read your prompt, lol
4 - âwhere it hurtsâ
Magnus first met Julia in a tavern in the south end of Ravenâs Roost.
Heâd just recently arrived in town, and had, through means that were honestly a little foggy to him, set up an apprenticeship with the local woodworker in town named Steven Waxmen. Â Magnus wasnât sure exactly what he was doing apprenticing in such a field, as to his knowledge heâd never even attempted any type of woodcraft or carpentry work before, but he wasnât exactly going to look a gift-horse in the mouth when he was new in town and not spectacularly rich in funds. Â He was supposed to be meeting the daughter of said woodworker in this tavern to go over the details of his employment, but he hadnât encountered her yet. Â At the present moment he was simply sitting at the bar counter, nursing his ale, and watching the patrons of the tavern go about their business.
As he was just getting to the bottom of his glass he heard a ruckus in the left front corner grab his attention, and he looked over to see a small crowd gathered around a table, where two people were arm-wrestling. Â From what he could see through the crowd the one person looked like your average copper-a-dozen bar tough guy, but the other person seemed to be a young woman who was plenty strong in her own right, and definitely holding her own in the fight. Â After a few moments and some excited yelling from the onlookers she finally slammed the manâs fist down onto the table with enough force and ease to show that whatever resistance she seemed to have been fighting against earlier had simply been her toying with him. Â The crowd applauded, some people whooping and clapping the woman on her back as she stood up from her seat at the table.
âAll right then, anyone else in this bar think they can take me on?â she bellowed into the bar, placing her fists on her hips and grinning widely in a proud, victorious stance.
Magnus had never seen a woman more beautiful in his entire life.
He hadnât really thought about volunteering himself. Â He was, after all, here to have a meeting about business, not make an ass of himself in a bar game in an attempt to try to impress a pretty girl. Â He hadnât thought about it at all, which is why it made perfect sense that the next words he felt himself yelling were,
âI bet I can!â
The faces of the onlookers swiveled around to look at him, and the womanâs eyes met his. Â As she looked at him her smile grew, and she nodded, motioning him to come over. Â âWell alright stranger, letâs see what youâve got!â
Magnus stood from his stool and walked over, leaving his empty glass behind him on the bar. Â He tried to have his usual confident swagger about him, but honestly felt just a little self-conscious under the gaze of this girl. Â Luckily thought he was able to make it over without stumbling over himself. Â He sat down at the chair that had now been vacated by her last opponent, and she sat down in her own chair as well, her beautiful, dark brown eyes giving him a quick once-over.
âSo, you think youâre pretty strong?â she asked him, a teasing smile easily visible on her face.
Magnus shrugged. Â âI mean yeah, reasonably strong. Â I work out a lot,â he joked.
The girl chucked a bit in response, before saying, âMe too,â and putting her arm up on the table with her hand out, ready to start. Â Trying not to stare too obviously at her impressive muscles, Magnus did the same and took her hand, and one of the observers counted them off.
It wouldnât quite be fair to say that Magnus had underestimated this girl. Â He could tell just from looking at her that she was a powerhouse, and that she had the strength to back up her confidence. Â It would be much fairer to say, however, that Magnus had overestimated his own strength by volunteering to take her on.
Almost as soon as the arm wrestle began it was over, the force of her slamming Magnusâs fist onto the table actually lurching his whole body off his chair, sending him crashing to the floor and his head cracking against the table as he fell. Â Most of the crowd cheered for the womanâs victory, while a few onlookers let out a sympathetic âOooohhh,â for Magnus.
The woman got out of her chair and knelt down beside Magnus, leaning over him and saying, âShit, sorry, I didnât mean to toss you on your ass like that,â looking just a little bashful. Â âYou okay?â
Magnus nodded as he blinked the spots out of his vision. Â âYeah, yeah, Iâm good,â he said, and he put his hand forward to shake with a smile. Â âYou knocked me on my ass fair and square, and I respect that. Â Nameâs Magnus Burnsides.â
He smile brightened as she took his hand, giving him a firm shake. Â âJulia Waxmen,â she said, as she stood and pulled Magnus up from the floor with her. Â âHere, lemme give you a consolation kiss to make it better,â she joked, stepped forward to give a quick peck on his forehead, where he was sure a mark from the table must be. Â She stepped back and crossed her arms. Â âMagnus, arenât you the fella that my dadâs hiring to help us in the shop that Iâm supposed to meet?â
Magnus nodded, a little stunned and feeling a flush start to crawl up his neck. Â âYeah, I guess I am.â Â He nervously rubbed the back of his neck and said, âI donât suppose we have to tell your old man that this is how our meeting started?â
Julia let out a loud, hearty laugh and shook her head. Â âNo, we absolutely have to tell him this is how it started.â
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The Doctor shoved past him without a word, an unconscious Rose cradled in his arms as he made for the infirmary.
Jack followed close behind. âDoc?â
âMove,â the Time Lord barked, the rage burning in his blue eyes at odds with the gentle way he laid her down on the bed.
Silently, Jack handed him the bio-scanner and watched as the Doctor attached a monitoring pod to her fingers before running the scanner over her prone form, eyes intently gauging each and every signal.
Finally, the Doctor was satisfied and lowered the scanner, moving to sit beside the bed.
Jack seized the opportunity. âWell?â he demanded. âWill she be alright?â
The Doctor stared stonily at Roseâs still form. âLooks like it.â
âWhat in hell happened?â
The Doctor turned his gaze to Jack and the former Time Agent shivered. âShe was stunned. Electric current.â
âWhat? Why?â He demanded. Â
âEscaped prisoner nicked a stunner from a copper. Fool had it turned it up to the red. Only reason it didnât take full effect was his aim was sloppy and he didnât get her right on.â
Jack stared. âIs he crazy? Heâs lucky he didnât kill her!â
âBelieve me, if he didnât know before, he does now.â The Doctorâs eyes blazed.
Jack shivered again. âWhat did you do to him?â
The Doctor turned to look at Rose. âNot as much as I wanted to.â
Jack knew then and there that the only thing that had stopped the Time Lord from exacting vengeance on the renegade was Rose, and what sheâd say when she woke up.
If she woke up.
âShe will,â the Doctor said without turning his head.
Jack shuddered. He hated it when the Doctor did that, even if he was projecting.
âOf course she will,â he said aloud. He personally refused to consider the alternative. Rose had to wake up.
She just had to.
âShe will,â The Doctor said from his place beside the bed.
Man, but that was creepy.
âSheâll want some tea when she wakes up,â Jack said. âIâll go and make you both some.â
The Doctor nodded, still looking at Rose, his fingers now entwined with hers.
Jack shuddered to think what would happen if Rose didnât wake up.
âShe will,â he told himself firmly as he marched to the kitchen.
She had to.
++++++++
Fifteen minutes later, armed with tea, biscuits and all the chocolate he could find (and heâd found a lot) Jack made his way back to the infirmary.
Hearing voices as he neared the infirmary, he froze. Tiptoeing forward, he peeked through the doorway- and smiled.
Rose, it seemed, was awake, and the Doctor was talking to her, low and intent. Jack couldnât hear the what he was saying but it was obvious from the soft strokes of her face that the Doctor was comforting her.
And himself.
Rose was trying to speak, and seemed to be failing, her face scrunched in frustration. The Doctor stroked her cheek, speaking softly to her, obviously soothing her.
Jack watched them for a few moments before Rose finally managed to speak.
âHello,â she croaked softly.
The Doctor beamed.
âHello.â
Fin
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