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[josephquinnswhore]

hi honey! i discovered your blog not too long ago and my love your writing is so amazing i actually can't get enough!

i had a request if your taking them? it would be a dad!pedro pascal x wife!reader. and i've been thinking about this heavy since he was at the oscar's

could you do like a super fluff about everyone's reactions if he was the one to win an oscar for best actor?

hope you have a wonderful day my love! 💝

Cause for Celebration - pedro pascal x female reader

Summary: Pedro is nervous about being nominated for his first Oscar Award.

Word Count: 1.9k

Note: This is the best frigging idea I’ve ever seen. I love this and I hope it lives up to your expectations!! 🤍 This is my first request I’m crying so many tears right now! Thank you anon I LOVE you. May you pillow always be cold on both sides. Please let me know if you like it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Your fingers seem to have a conscious of their own, mindlessly twisting your wedding ring around your finger to stop your hands from jittering as you were led to the paparazzi.

“Pedro! Pedro over here!” The flash of white light was blinding, the screaming and calling of paparazzi as they’re desperately attempting to gain your attention, you smile politely as you stand next to Pedro, changing your pose to his arm around your back and your hand resting on his chest. “Pedrito! I love you!” A fan screamed from next to the photographers, the one confession was enough for Pedro to thank the photographers, entwine your hands and make a beeline straight for his fans, as you approach the fans are a mess, crying and screaming as Pedro signs their items, even taking some selfies with fans. “Y/n can we please get a photo! We love you!” Your heart skipped, smiling at how sweet his fans were and you accepted graciously, “of course sweetheart!” You bare the biggest grin and lean into her as she cries, ignoring the metal barrier that presses into your ribs. “Thank you so much! Good luck Pedro!” You both thank them and move on to the interview the woman, you knew well from Pedro’s past interviews and long mop of auburn hair. Pedro’s warm hand met your back, hands grazing on the sequinned gold dress that clung to your body graciously.

“Pedro it’s so good to see you again, this is your wife right?” Pedro let out a small laugh, turning his body towards you in an attempt to include you. “Yes, this is my beautiful wife, how couldn’t I bring her? She’s my number one supporter.” The redness that spreads along your cheeks heats your face, adding to the blush from your make up. You clasp your hands together and let out an excited huff of air, “you’ve done so incredibly this year honey, you deserve this Oscar. I’ll run up to the stage and snatch it if you don’t win!” Your giggles are harmonised by Pedro’s and Amelia’s laugh. “Will you be on the dance floor with Pedro at the after party this evening?” Your hand tentatively rubs down Pedro’s arm, shaking the nerves off you, “of course how could I not? I cant have another beautiful woman claiming my man!” Pedro scoffs playfully, “you know I only have eyes for you cariño.” Amelia sighs adoringly at the two of you, “well that confirms it folks! Pedro and y/n are the hottest couple on the red carpet tonight!” She turns away from the camera her co worker held and back to you, “good luck tonight, see you two next time!”

Both saying your goodbyes, Pedro’s assistant led you past a long line of celebrities, waiting to be let in, your breath hitched, “oh my god you’re skipping past Andrew Garfield!” Pedro slips his hand into yours, “must be getting important baby,” he jokes, knowing of your little crush on Andrew, and you’re led straight into the venue. “You’re the most important to me baby- whoa,” you gasp in awe, interrupting yourself. The room was ridiculously huge, hundreds of seats in rows you couldn’t count, the stage was empty, other than the stand and a large screen above the stage, red curtains framed the outside.

“I can’t believe this is real, I mean I can. You deserve this more than anyone, I’m just so proud of you.” Celebrities fill the hundreds of seats, the ones near you being filled with A-List celebrities you’d crushed on when you were younger. “Thank you baby.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple, moving his arm around to rest on the back of your chair, you lean into him as the ceremony begins, lights dimming slightly as the spotlights shone bright on the presenters.

Unsurprisingly, Michelle Yeoh won best actress. She was a talented actor, her role as Evelyn in ‘everything everywhere all at once’ was unmatched. The mix of sci-fi and adventure had you on the edge of your seat and was a brilliantly produced movie. Her speech was just as brilliant, her sense of humour and gratitude was touching, and you felt nothing but happiness for her as she thanked her family, shaking the hands of presenters, Harrison Ford and Kate Hudson who clapped in celebration for her.

“We would like to start off with a massive thank you to everyone who joins us tonight, this has been a massive year of acting and the most incredible. We are excited to announce that Halle Berry and Elizabeth Olsen will be presenting the next award and last of the night.” Harrison Ford and Kate Hudson clap to themselves as they introduce two of your idols, barely containing your excitement you clap steadily, Pedro laughing at your excitement.

“This is it baby, this is yours.” You grip his hand encouragingly. “We are happy to present this years best actor, with some incredible nominees including; Austin Butler for his role in Elvis”, a montage of the Elvis movie flashes on the large screen tv. “Brandon Fraser for his role in The Whale,” cheer erupts through the stadium, Brandon was special to a lot of people, no doubt he would win if Pedro didn’t. “Colin Farrell for his role in ‘The Banshees of Inisherin, and what an interesting movie that was.” You find yourself jittering, Pedro’s warmth leaving your hand as he straightens his jacket, a nervous twitch of his. “Last but not least, Pedro Pascal for his spectacular role of Joel Miller in The Last of Us game rendition.” Your eyes focus on the screen, your husband portraying Joel Miller, your hand running down his suit pant on his thigh. “I’m here baby, we got this.” You whisper, reassuring the anxiety both of you felt.

The room cheered for Pedro, your heart soars with pride as you cheer along. “Alright alright let’s get to it.” The crowd shushes, the rooms tension increased tenfold. The fumbling of the envelope could be heard through the microphone, the crackling of the paper as it opened and the two women looked at each other with a big smile on their face. “The winner for the 2023 Best Actor award is,” you’re on the edge of your seat and Pedro is still, anxiety clawing at him. “Pedro Pascal!” They exclaim in unison. Your jaw hits the floor, pride and excitement becoming too much, the whole room cheered for him, he was unmoving in his seat, in shock that he actually won. You pull his arm upward, a big grin on your face as he stands, you stand with him and you don’t miss the loving look in his eyes, he kisses you softly, laughing as he pulls away, moving toward the stage. You and your peers are clapping, your tears welling on your lash line threatened to ruin your perfectly applied make up. Pedro shakes Halle and Elizabeth’s hands, taking the Oscar in his hands and cradles it, as if it were made of glass. “I don’t even know what to say, I was certain I wouldn’t win so I haven’t prepared much of a speech.” The confession earned him a chuckle from the crowd, yourself included at his truth. “I just, want to thank my family, my mother for guiding me my sisters and nephews for their support. Everyone on my team and the guys at Naughty Dog for giving me this life-changing opportunity. I want to thank the other nominees, especially Brandon Frasier, your journey and story has touched us all and we love you man.” The room erupts in cheer, whistling clapping and yelling echo in agreement. “Lastly and most importantly, I want to thank my beautiful wife, for always believing in me, pushing me to be a better man. For loving me and for being selfless, for putting up with a lifestyle she knew nothing about. I want to thank her especially for making me a father to our beautiful daughter Eméile, and our beautiful son on the way!” Your cheeks are burning ferociously as the crowd gasps and turns to you, seeing you confirm the statement with your hands protectively grasping your stomach, a small bump that would’ve been otherwise noticeable, was now noticeable.

Past the point of caring about your make up, tears are falling down your cheeks, a sob choking you up as it gets stuck in your throat, you blow him a kiss as he finalises his speech with a repetition of his wedding vows. “Thank you for saving me, I wouldn’t be here without you cariño.” You were sobbing, clapping for your husband as your chest expands to make more room for your heart that is so full of love. He pulls you into a bear hug as he embraces you, his own tears of happiness falling on to your bare shoulder. The event coming to an end as they thank everyone for their presence. “With that ladies and gentlemen, we want to thank you all for joining us tonight. Please feel free to stick around for the after party to celebrate!”

Pedro pulls away from you, shaking the hands of his peers as they congratulate him, inviting him to party with them early into the morning, in which he declines. “No thank you, me and my beautiful wife are going to spend our time celebrating as a family, you all have a wonderful evening!”

“Dad you won! I knew you would! I’m so proud of you!” Your daughter Eméile exclaims excitedly as she sees the golden figure of his Oscar. She buries her face in his suit-clad chest and sighs. “You’re like, the coolest dad ever now. You know that right?” Pedro laughs and ruffles your daughters hair. “Uh I would hope so Em!” She smiles as she hugs you, gently approaching as she doesn’t want to hurt the baby, even if you assure her a hundred times it’s fine. “I’m so proud of you too ma.” You bite your lip to stop it’s wobble, “thank you baby. I’m proud of you too. I’m darn proud of us all!” You admit with a huff. “Why don’t we watch a movie with dinner and popcorn to wind down?” You and Em shoot each other a look and grin, Pedro raises an eyebrow at your scheming. “I vote ‘We can be Heroes’.” You snort as you purse your lips, “Agreed. Two votes babe you’re outnumbered.” You confirm with a smirk on your lips.

Pedro sighs, “alright, I’ll order takeout. Chinese?” There was no objection as you both murmur in agreement taking seat on the lounge.

“I don’t wanna hear a peep outta you two about how cringe this movie is.” You and Eméile both burst out laughing, “but dad it is kinda cringe.” Pedro sighs as he sits with the popcorn, the smell wafting into your nose as you salivating as your hand dives into the oversized bowl of steaming buttered popcorn as the credits roll in. “You’re 16, don’t you wanna watch like, Wednesday or something?” Em scoffs, “no, I wanna watch this,” she points to the tv and turns to her dad, “and since when did my age have anything to do with my interests?” You raise your eyebrows at Pedro and he gives you a look of confusion, shaking his head. “Teenagers are so confusing.” He mumbles to himself as you all settle into the couch, crunching on the popcorn simultaneously as you cuddle up to each other as you wait for your Chinese takeout to arrive.

What in the world did you ever feel nervous for? You think as you watch the movie on the screen, the effects making you laugh as you watch Pedro-Marcus fly through the sky on the tv screen.

[siren-serenity]

the wedding of the century

characters: identity, irene, siren, jade leech, floyd leech warnings: none a/n: - a late fic for irene's bday and also @officialdaydreamer00 and @identity-theft-101's double wedding!! - feedback is appreciated!

Siren couldn't help the pride floating in her chest as her fingers absentmindedly plays with the edges of the prepared speech. She dons a black tuxedo for this occasion, indulging in some unorthodox fashion tastes with this crazy wedding. Jade and Floyd Leech beam at each other, unable to contain their glee and happiness and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Ready to go from bachelors to married men, tweels?" She teases.

Jade smiles benevolently. He is wearing a traditional white suit, suiting his professional aura but the mushroom veil on his head strangely suits him too. "More than ready, Siren."

"When is Identity coming?" Floyd whines, tapping his foot impatiently. He cuts a striking and memorable figure, wearing a shark onesie and wedding skirt. Siren almost wished they had hired a professional photographer to take pictures.

Siren opens her mouth to answer but the impressive orchestra and music had begun playing. She closes her lips, shuffling the papers before looking out with a proud smile, admiring the bridesmaid, the best women, and finally the newlyweds-to-be.

As Irene clasped Jade's hands and Floyd snatched an amused looking Identity's own hands, Siren cleared her throat to begin speaking.

"Good morning, ladies, gentlemen, fish and corals alike," She paused for a chuckle. "I'll keep my speech short and sweet because I know these lovely men would like nothing more but to run away to Las Vegas to be hitched in five seconds if I didn't hurry up."

All the isekai-ed prefects, Siren, Identity, and Irene included, laughed at the mention of the infamous Las Vegas while the Twisted Wonderland inhabitants only raised eyebrows.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the lovely union with not one, but two couples. As on this day forward, there will not only be two rogue and chaotic Leeches roaming the land, but them and their equally-as-chaotic partners, Irene and Identity."

"Here, here!" Auburn and Azul chimed in before a roar of laughter erupted. The newlyweds-to-be only chuckled under their breaths.

"Marriage isn't just something to sign a contract and to be forgotten under the dust and grime, it is a symbol of love and unity between the two parties. It is a symbol that your love has prevailed and continued to grow over the years to get to this monumental point," Siren's eyes almost teared up over the memories flooding in. From the day she first met Irene and later on, Identity, to watching them date the Leeches (she could almost forgive them for accidentally dying her hair pink. keyword: almost), to the day they proposed on the same day, all the way to here. "No matter what happens, through thick and thin, through the challenges life,"

Siren turned around, giving a mock cough of 'ahem ahem the challenges Crowley will give you!" before continuing.

"No matter how much you wish for life to be over, remember that you are no longer facing these problems alone. You are no longer alone from this day forward; from this day forward, you will have the other half of your soul together forever."

Siren clapped her hands, smiling as she ended her speech. She internally preened at the claps.

"Now, here is my question: who will present their vows first??"

She watched as every one of the four gathered in the front glared at each other with a competitive glint in their eyes before letting out a heavy, yet amused sigh.

It isn't a Leech event if it wasn't filled with chaos, it seemed.

"You may now kiss the Tweels!"

The hoots and cheers arose at once when the duos finally met in a kiss (Floyd and Identity, being the chaotic gremlins they were, almost fell over in the midst of their kiss).

Later on, Siren bumped into Irene on the dance floor. Grinning cheekily at Jade, she held out her hand to Irene. Siren was wearing a masculine feminine tuxedo with an extravagant cape fluttering behind her. A tiara sat comfortably in the midst of her hair, the sapphire gems glittering brightly under the bright sun.

"May I have this dance, Mrs. Leech?"

Irene laughed and took her hand, giving her newly-husband a wave.

As Siren led the duo in an elegant dance, she hummed.

"Never thought you would be the next to marry," She commented. "But to be fair, you snatched Auburn's bridal bouquet out of my hands so it should be expected."

Together, they laughed as the memories of them leaping into the air to catch their beloved friend's bouquet, only for Siren to accidentally gain a black eye and Irene to be covered in dirt. But the green-eyed girl looked triumphant as she lifted the bouquet like a trophy.

"The music seems to be ending," Siren looked away, where her beloved hunter awaited her for the next dance, and the dances after. She looked into Irene's eyes again before bowing. "Thank you for the dance, darling. I bid thee farewell!"

Irene waved goodbye as she went on to search for her beloved husband. Siren stood there, smiling as she glomped Jade in a giant cuddle before laughing.

"I never thought I'd say this, but good luck to Jade," She walked away and took Rook's outstretched hands. "Irene Leech...it fits her. And the chaos too."

Siren suddenly turned her head to look at Identity and Floyd, who were feasting like maniacs on the food.

"Congratulations on your marriage too, Identity Leech. May your days be filled with laughter and happiness everyday and more in the next."

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Another Sunday, another chapter. Hope it’s a good weekend for you all, despite these uncertain times. I always intended this story to be a bit of fluffy light relief from the real world. Thanks for all the support for it.

There will probably be another 3 chapters after this, depending on how the characters behave. I cant seem to make them do what I want sometimes!

Thanks to @wickedgoodbooks for the beta

Chapter 11: From Marriage to Mackenzie

It’s 1pm and I’m in a hotel room, still in a bathrobe, sipping Buck’s Fizz whilst a hairdresser wrestles with my wayward curls, finally managing to corral them into some sort of recognisable hair style.

Geillis is sitting on the edge of the bed incongruously dressed in tiara and bathrobe, her hair arranged in an elaborate updo. I catch her eye through the dressing table mirror and smile before my vision is obscured by a miasma of hairspray.

A few final tweaks of my curls and it’s done. I am just amazed that my hair can be cajoled into such glossy, bouncy curls, held behind one ear by an ornately decorated comb. With suitable compliments and thanks, Geillis and I bid goodbye to the hairdresser.

The bride stands up and adjusts the belt of her robe. She seems the epitome of calm.

“Are you not nervous, Geillis? You’ll be walking down the aisle in about an hour’s time.”

“Weel, I am a wee bit worried about a couple of things,” she admits. “I dinna ken how ma cousin Janie will behave. She may try tae proposition every man under the age of seventy five. And as fer Dougal’s Uncle Eric—he has been known tae get steamin’ drunk and puke in the rose beds. But about the marrying? Nah, I dinna have any nerves about that. I want tae spend ma life wi’ Dougal and that’s what today is all about. I have nae worries about making that commitment. He’s the one fer me. When ye ken, ye ken. Trust me, Claire.”

The pocket of her bathrobe begins to buzz. She quickly pulls out her phone and reads the message.

“I’d best go. That was Mam, fretting about something or other. Are ye ok getting dressed on yer own?”

“I’ve managed for the past twenty nine years or so. I dare say I can manage another day.” I sigh theatrically.

“I ken. Ye can manage on yer own. Ye always do. But thanks fer being here with me today. It means a lot tae have the people who mean the most tae me around,” she leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “But remember what I said, Claire, when ye ken, ye ken. Dinna ignore it.”

Pausing at the interconnecting doorway, she does a quick body shimmy and grins. “Woo hoo! I’m getting married. Canna believe it’s here now,”

From the adjoining room, I can hear a shouted response. “Geillis Duncan, ye get here now. Yer mam reckons that makeup lassie has done her eyeliner wonky. It looks fine tae me. Can ye come and talk some sense in tae the daft cow?”

“Alright, Da, I’m coming.” Geillis yells back before leaving to deal with her parents.

I sit down and study my bridesmaid’s dress, now hanging on the wardrobe door. I’m getting excited about the day ahead. Probably not as much as Geillis, obviously, but a host of butterflies appears to have taken residence in the pit of my stomach.

I’m truly thrilled for Geillis to be marrying Dougal—they love each other so much. But, also, it’s scary to me. She is willing, eager even, to commit to one person, to base her future life, her future happiness on one man. If they should ever leave…well, I’m not sure I’d be able to cope with that. If you love too hard, you can hurt too much. Trust me on that, I know. People leave you. Don’t give your heart to anyone, keep it hidden away, protected…intact.

The ping from my phone diverts me from this somber train of thought.

I’m downstairs at the hotel. Can you come and say hello?

I quickly type:

Come up to the 2nd floor. I’ll meet you by the lift.

Making sure the keycard is in my pocket, I slip my feet into the hotel’s complimentary slippers and shuffle out to meet Jamie.

I’m already waiting as the lift door opens and he emerges. My first thought is oh wow, as is my second...and third. He has made an effort for this wedding, and it’s certainly paid off. Eschewing the more formal Prince Charlie style, he’s wearing a charcoal grey jacket and waistcoat, perfectly matching the grey in his kilt. A crisp white shirt and burgundy tie complement the secondary colours in the tartan. His sporran is black leather, heavily etched or embossed. I can’t quite make out the detail. Then I feel myself blush as I realise I have been clearly staring at his...er, lower body. I look up quickly.

Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to have noticed. He looks me up and down and smiles. “Nice outfit,” he comments drily. “Is the bride wearing white towelling too? What’s the theme? Salon chic?”And is that part of the design?” He points to an orange stain on the front of my robe. I pull a face and tie the belt tighter, trying to tuck the offending piece of material out of sight.

“Must have spilled a drop of my Buck’s Fizz.”

“Drinking already? Dinna be staggering down the aisle.”

He reaches out towards my hair and pauses for a second before making a random circular motion with his hand. “And this…I like yer hair. It’s verra…verra…” he searches for the word. “... asymmetric.”

“Thank you,” I hold the ‘skirt’ of my robe and bob a little curtsy. “That’s totally what we were going for—asymmetric.”

He laughs. “Nah, seriously. Yer hair and yer makeup look grand. I’m sure ye’ll look lovely in yer dress.”

I gesture to my room. “I’d best finish getting ready.”

“Aye, I’ll see ye downstairs.” He presses the button for the lift.

“By the way, you look grand too.” I try to say it in an understated way. It’s true, but I don’t want him to read anything into the statement.

The lift arrives and he steps inside. As the doors close, he fires a parting shot. “Especially the sporran, eh?”

*********

Now in my bridesmaid’s dress, I practice a couple of pirouettes in front of the mirror before hearing a quick knock on the door to the adjoining room.

“Ye ready, Claire? Mam’s jes’ gone down. Only us three left.”

I walk through to the other room to be met by a riot of open suitcases, bags and boxes. A variety of towels, dressing gowns and footwear seem to be carpeting the floor.

“‘S ok,” Geillis’ voice comes from behind me. “It’s no’ ma problem. I’m no’ sleeping here tonight. I’ll be in the bridal suite. This’ll be Mam and Dad’s room.”

I turn to see my best friend now fully dressed and ready. Her father is hovering next to her, clad in kilt and full formal regalia. I always knew she would win that battle.

As beautiful as she looks, the thing that really strikes me is the way her father is watching her, with such love and pride. She returns his gaze and brings her forehead to rest against his cheek.

I swallow hard, fighting the desire to shed a tear. It’s such a precious image, so intimate, but also, I realise that, since Lamb died, I have nobody, no father figure, to share something like this. I feel a momentary pang of, not jealousy, but a feeling of regret over an emotion that I will never get to experience.

And then, just like that, the moment passes.

It always does.

Geillis passes me a creamy white posy tied with a simple ribbon and gathers up her bouquet of peonies, roses and fragrant eucalyptus.

“OK,” she takes a deep breath and breaks into a huge grin. “I think I’m late enough tae get Dougal jes’ a wee bit nervous. Time tae roll.”

*******

The hotel’s orangery provides a perfect setting for the wedding ceremony. Softly diffused sunlight filters through the white muslin drapes at the large windows. A slight breeze wafts the fabric gently, giving tantalising glimpses of the formal gardens outside.

At the end of the room, Dougal and Angus stand beside a large arch of succulent green foliage, staring straight ahead as Geillis and her father begin the procession down the aisle with me following.

Even before he turns to look, I can spot Jamie — his auburn curls are head and shoulders above those around him. He stays still at first, but as we draw near he turns around and grins before doing his funny blink, screwing up his face and closing both eyes, which I have learnt, is Jamie’s attempt at a wink. I return his smile before focussing on the arch getting ever closer.

Dougal appears rooted to the spot, but Angus turns around and watches for a moment before giving me a perfectly executed wink. I smile politely even as I shudder inwardly. The sheer self confidence of that man is beyond belief. Then he disappears from my thoughts as Geillis reaches the arch and passes me her bouquet to hold. The joy on her and Dougal’s faces as they prepare to make their vows is wonderful and I’m so happy to be a part of it all.

***************

They say the sun shines on the righteous. Well, Geillis and Dougal must be exceptionally good, as it’s a perfect summer afternoon. It’s beautifully warm, but not too hot, as all the guests mingle in the gardens, admiring the beautiful surroundings whilst drinking chilled champagne.

The photographer has finished with the formal photographs, so I’m allowed to relax and enjoy a glass or two. I can still spot him wandering around, ready to take more natural, candid shots of the proceedings but nobody seems to mind.

I was initially worried about inviting Jamie to the wedding for a couple of reasons. The first was my friends. Of course, my friends are great, but Anna and Mary can sometimes have an issue with boundaries and I had visions of the ‘conversations’ they might try to have with Jamie — ‘nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition’ unless Anna and Mary are around.

The second reason was that Jamie would literally know only one person at this wedding —me. And that, when I was off doing official ‘wedding stuff’, he would be on his own, billy-no-mates. But, as I look around, I realise I had absolutely nothing to worry about on that score. He has the knack, it seems, to get on with everyone.

At the moment he’s talking to Geillis’s father, laughing and joking like they’re old friends. He notices me looking at him, lifts his empty glass up and points to me. I hold my glass up and nod. He excuses himself and strolls towards the bar.

There’s a slight touch on my elbow. “Hello, dear.”

I draw my attention to the old lady standing next to me—Geillis’ great aunt Frances. I’ve met her on a couple of occasions before and have always enjoyed her company. She’s a straight talker and makes no bones about it. “When ye get tae my age,” I remember her commenting to me “ye dinna have time tae beat about the bush, ye need tae say what ye think.” I like that in a person.

“Hello, how nice to see you.”

“Ye too,dear. I must say ye’re looking awfa bonnie in that dress. It’s a fine colour on ye.”

“Thank you. And you’re looking lovely yourself.”

Frances makes a self deprecating ‘hmph’ sound, dismissing my compliment with a wave of her hand. “Away wi’ ye. Ye do yer best wi’ what ye’ve still got. Which isna much in ma case.”

I shake my head. “Not at—“

But she decides to change the subject and moves on with her next question. “Is that yer young man over there?” She points at Jamie, heading towards us with two glasses of champagne. “He’s a handsome chap, is he no’? Mind ye, that’s no more than ye deserve. Sae, mebbe ye’ll be next?”

“No, we—“

I have no chance to say anything more, before Jamie is by my side and handing me one of the glasses. I take a sip as he notices that Frances has no drink and, without hesitation, he passes the second glass to her.

“Aren’t ye kind… er?” She accepts gratefully.

“Jamie.”

“Weel, Jamie, let me tell ye. It’s been a long while since a good looking young man has brought me a drink. I should make the most of it. Anyway, I was jes’ saying tae our Claire here, how bonnie she looks today. Does she no’?”

She fixes her gaze on Jamie, demanding an answer.

“Aye, she looks lovely.” His eyes meet mine for a second, before I look away and try to change the subject.

“Don’t you think Geillis looks beautiful, Frances?”

But, it seems that Frances has one line of conversation that she is keen to pursue. “Oh aye, she does. But, Jamie, I was jes’ saying tae Claire that mebbe she’ll be next. What d’ye think?”

Fortunately, I’m spared any response as a gong sounds and the maître d’ announces that dinner is served and that everyone should make their way inside to the dining room.

****************

Having narrowly avoided any embarrassment, I am somewhat apprehensive to see Frances at our table. Fortunately, Geillis’ cousin and baby are enough to divert her attention away from any matrimonial prospects that may or may not be on my horizon.

With Jamie sitting by my side, I catch him up on all the behind the scenes activity of my day and we fall into our pattern of easy conversation and gentle banter. From time to time, I can see Frances, opposite, watching us with a look of approval on her face, but she says nothing.

Once the speeches and toasts are over, there’s a palpable change in the guests. Jackets are draped over chair backs, sleeves rolled up and waistcoat buttons undone. I can spot more than one woman moving awkwardly in her chair, struggling to locate the shoes that were eased off out of sight under the table. Cheeks become flushed with an abundance of rich food and tongues become looser with a surfeit of fine wine.

I sip my whisky, savouring its peaty smokiness. Jamie is in a serious rugby related conversation with his neighbour. A rustle of fabric behind me announces the arrival of the bride, a look of frustration on her face.

She greets the table politely before whispering “Can I borrow ye, Claire?”

I make my excuses and follow her into a quieter room.

“What’s up, Geillis? Is everything alright?” I’m concerned that there’s something genuinely wrong.

“It’s his bloody family,” she hisses. “The Mackenzies, if ye give them an inch, they’ll take a fuckin’ mile.”

She takes a deep breath and continues. “Dougal invited his second cousin Gary and his wife tae our evening do. Jes’ the two of them mind. Sae they turn up an hour and a half early and try tae cadge dessert and brandies from the waiters.”

“Where are they now?”

“Och, they’re sitting outside wi’ a couple of spare bottles of wine.” She gestures angrily to the gardens visible through the window. “And they’ll be first in the queue fer the buffet this evening, nae doubt. And what's more, they took it upon themselves tae bring their three bairns too. Weel, I say bairns, but they’re all in their twenties so it’s no’ as if they dinna have a babysitter.”

She finally sits down and lets her shoulders relax.

I take her hand and try to look serious. If this is the worst thing that happens today, that’s not so bad. Although clearly, in Geillis’ eyes, this is a catastrophe. “It’s not going to spoil anything really is it? They didn’t gatecrash the meal or the speeches,” I speak in a soothing tone. “Are you ok now?”

She nods. “Happen ye’re right. I jes’ wanted tae get it off ma chest. And I kent what I was getting in tae wi’ his family. But tae drag Gregory, Alicia and Laoghaire uninvited wi’ them jes’ pisses me off.”

I stare at her. “Laoghaire? Laoghaire Mackenzie?”

“Aye, that’s right. Unusual name, is it no’? Ye dinna find many of them around—thank god.”

[charlottemadison42]

Gossip and Good Counsel

(an Ineffable Wives AU preview! First chapter coming in June!)

Their columns appeared side by side in the lifestyle section, just after the funny pages, with prettified illustrations of their faces under the lede.

The art department always slimmed up Maisie Rae Fell when they drew her -- the double chin was omitted, her squinting eyes were made to look large and long-lashed, her specs were nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile Toni Crowley's nose was reduced and her jaw softened, though they let her keep the signature arched eyebrow for which she was known all over town. The first time Toni was photographed in color, the studio changed her hair in post from flaming red to a respectable dark auburn. They didn't want to put off the Catholic readers, after all; Crowley was supposed to be risqué, but not scandalous. Whenever they photographed Maisie Rae, at a carefully engineered angle, they made her wear a wig, having declared her hair a lost cause.

Updates on what a woman ought to look like were a newspaper's stock and trade, after all. The editors and advertising department both reinforced that reality with their two most prized Lifestyle columnists.

"What are you makin’ ‘em wanna buy today?" Bea would ask them on the regular. "Women shop for the home."

"This doesn't fit with your public image," Gabriel would remark, slashing up drafts with a red pen. "Could you keep it vague whether you have spouses and kids? Our readers don't want to hear from spinsters."

Maisie Rae and Crowley would exchange looks and retreat to their typewriters on opposite corners of the bullpen. They were perhaps the best known living women in print, read by millions daily. And yet neither had been offered a private office.

Crowley inserted a note that bracelet gloves were making a comeback, as witnessed at the memorable Two to Tango premiere afterparty -- during which the romantic leads of the film escaped to a balcony for nearly an hour of private time, and who was Toni Crowley to speculate about that? Or what their spouses thought about it? All she knew was that the host served a zinger of a martini, and that she was in the market for some Kelly green gloves.

Maisie Rae edited her reply to a housewife, who suffered under her mother-in-law's overbearing interference; as always, Maisie Rae answered with compassion and sensible advice, but she struck out "suppose" where it could imply that she had no mother-in-law herself, and she recommended a gift of new tupperware to placate the problematic parent.

And so the two lady columnists carried on, as they had for over a decade.

Their rivalry was famous. Their opinions of one another were widely known: the prudish goody two-shoes and the gossipy society tramp. Occasionally their adjacent columns subtly sniped at one another. The editors and the advertisers loved the drama.

Crowley and Maisie Rae, sharing their second bottle of wine in a dark hotel bar after work, did not.

More coming in June for the @go-events​ AU festival! My other Good Omens works, if you want to read something NOW:

- Shotgun Wedding (human AU WIP, 110k/E)

- The Longest Night (canon night-at-crowley’s-flat-n-bodyswap-series, 34k/mostly T with one installment of E)

[handeaux]

In Old Cincinnati, Young Ladies Dreaded The ‘Comic’ Valentine

February 14, 1908 was an unhappy Valentine’s Day for Mrs. Cecil Cramer of Cincinnati. She was newly divorced from her husband on grounds of failure to provide for her and their child. The postman arrived that day spouting effusive apologies. Because the address and postage were correct, he was obliged to deliver to her an offensive “valentine” from her ex-husband in the form of a plump, juicy, sarcastic lemon.

Fresh citrus was an uncommon medium for correspondence in Cincinnati back then, but sarcasm was abundant. In 1908, every woman dreaded the prospect of receiving a “comic” valentine. The postal deliveries on Valentine’s Day fell into two categories. There were the amorous expressions of affection and desire, adorned with much lace and hearts, usually surrounded by little birds or flowers. And then there were the “comics” – humorous cards ranging from modest gibes to full-blown insults. So humiliating were these supposedly funny valentines that young ladies refused to admit that they ever received one.

Before the Civil War, the Cincinnati Press [14 February 1860] bemoaned the “degenerate” fad of sending insulting valentines. According to that newspaper, valentines were intended to be chosen randomly, drawn like lots and not mailed. Young people traditionally gathered on Valentine’s Day, and each wrote a little love note, rolled it up, and dropped it in one of two bowls – one for men and one for women. Each man drew a note from the women’s bowl, and each woman drew a note from the men’s bowl.

“By this means, each had two valentines; but the man stuck faster to the valentine that had fallen to him, than the valentine to whom he had fallen. Fortune wrought serious results from this sport, through balls and treats to the ladies adored, and wearing their billets on sleeves and bosoms for days, for that mostly ended in love and marriage, which was begun in sport.”

Despite groans of disapproval, the “comic” valentines endured, even in wartime. The McMullen Company on Walnut Street in Cincinnati advertised in 1862 an “Army Valentine Package” containing one “superb” valentine, one “elegant” valentine, three “military comic” valentines and three “beautiful” valentines for a total of 50 cents. That’s about $13.00 in today’s currency.

By the 20th century, photography had become affordable enough that young women created photographic valentines, showing themselves in a “pretty pose” with paper cupids, hearts or birds as props. The Cincinnati Post 97 march 1902) reproduced a photographic valentine distributed by Miss Kathleen Walsh of Southern Avenue, Mount Auburn.

One hundred years ago, the Cincinnati Post [8 February 1921] introduced “Carmine Kisses For Valentines,” advising young women to rouge their lips and kiss a white card, adding a drop of perfume and a brief note before mailing it to their intended. There were plenty of opportunities to respond to valentines as well. In those days, many parts of Cincinnati received four visits from the postman every day.

Fortunetelling is as much a part of Valentine’s Day lore as are hearts and flowers. The Cincinnati Enquirer [14 February 1909] reported that it was once customary for maidens wishing to learn their heart’s desire to run around the local churchyard at midnight, chanting:

“I sow hempseed, hempseed I sow, He that loves me best Come after me now.”

Having made the circuit a dozen times, she should quickly turn around and will see – if she hasn’t fallen faint from exhaustion – the ghostly image of her true love, following her as she ran.

For those less athletically inclined, the Cincinnati Post [7 February 1917] suggests employing two identical bayberry candles to divine a young lady’s marital prospects.

“If a pair of candles is named, one after the girl and one after the man, and if they burn evenly, the pair is sure to wed and to live happily ever afterward. But if one goes out, or one burns faster than the other, it augurs ill for the match.”

That valentines are a custom dating far into Cincinnati’s past is documented by Gertrude Coleman of Walnut Hills, who showed the Cincinnati Post [8 February 1911] a sixty-year-old valentine passed down from her aunt. The aunt had introduced a friend to a young man of her acquaintance in suburban Cincinnati. He was smitten. When Valentine’s Day rolled around, he purchased an elaborate and expensive card and prepared to send it to his lady love. Postmen being few at that time, he rode 25 miles to deliver it himself, but was thrown from his horse and knocked unconscious. He was found by Miss Coleman’s aunt, who notified her friend.

“When she went to him she found the valentine addressed to her, and understood. Of course, they were married, and in later years she gave the valentine to her friend, Miss Coleman’s aunt, in whose home her romance had its beginning.”

Not all Valentine tales ended happily. The Cincinnati Post [14 February 1908] reported the sad situation of Ong Foo Sin, a cook in one of Cincinnati’s Chinese restaurants. When he left China, he left behind a woman and asked he to wait for him.

“When Ong had enough money saved and was about to send for his little girl he got a letter telling him that her father had made her marry a rich man in her home town. Every Valentine’s Day he buys a pretty little valentine and sends it to the girl he still loves, but who can never be his.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Return to me; John Deacon x Veronica Deacon

*Author’s note*

Now I know this doesn’t fit with today’s theme but I couldn’t wait 2 more days to finally release this beauty to the public, I literally CRIED writing this and I hope that you @eileen-crys​ think this is worthy of being in your special little give-a-way. After watching League of their own, the Pacific and reading another ww2 au John deacon fic this little baby was born. So I hope to all those who usually love my reader inserts will give this fic a chance :)

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*1943*

I don’t know how long it was going to continue.  Every day I look forward to the letters I would receive overseas from the warfront.  And it’s not like you can escape from it, all over the radio you can just hear it on the radio.  Like now the radio was talking about the bombings continue to target at the heart of London.  Thankfully John has taught me how to listen for the alarms and quickly get into the bomb shelter he had built for us.

I also wait anxiously for the mail to arrive because that means I know that my darling John is still alive and anxiously waiting to come home.

‘And the Germans continue to advance on the front lines, more fatalities continue to skyrocket on the Allied sides…..’ the radio suddenly turned off and that’s when I saw my mum holding my 3 year old son Robert.

“Do you think hearing all that is a good idea?”

“It’s not like I can escape it mum. Every day that’s all you hear is about the war.”

“I know love, I just—I just worry about you. Both of you.”

“I know you mean well mother, but I’m doing fine. Robert is still healthy and…..”

“And you’re barely sleeping because you’re up all night worrying about John. Believe me love I know how hard it was, I dealt with the same thing with your father in the first war. I don’t want to see you go down a dark road like I once did.”

“I’ll be fine mother, now it’s time for me to feed Robert his dinner and I think dad will need you home for supper.”

“If that is what you wish.” She said as she handed me my son back before walking out without saying another word.  As I looked down at my son who had every ounce of his father in his face and hair, I held him close and kissed the top of his head as he cooed at me.

I was sitting in the living room watching Robert eat his sandwich when I heard a knock at the door.  All of a sudden I felt my heart drop, was it them? Oh please god above please pray let it not be them. The officers who always deliver the death sentences to families, just last week my dearest friend Susan had received word that her twin brother had been killed in action.

I stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards the door.  I unlocked it before opening it to reveal our mailman Jacob.

“Oh Jacob, it’s only you.”

“Relieved Mrs. Deacon?”

“You have no idea. Anything important today?”

“Just some letters from your school, some family members and—something from a certain Marine officer of yours.” I quickly took the mail from Jacob and looked through it till I found the letter I’ve been anxiously waiting for.

“Thank you Jacob.” I thanked him before closing the door.  At that point I could hear Robert really starting to get fussy. I quickly raced back towards him and handed him his bottle while I quickly ripped up the note from my beloved John.  

“Is it daddy?”

“I think so Robert dear, come sit by me and we can read it together.” He abandoned the remaining half of his sandwich and sat down close to me.  Once I unfolded the letter I could see the stained dirt from it and the smudged ink from his messy handwriting, but to me it was clear as day.

My dearest, Veronica,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you and our son.  He surely has gotten bigger since the last photograph you’ve sent me of him the day he was born.  Every day it gets harder and harder to go on, ambushes and several other attacks go by non-stop.

I’ll spare you the gruesome details because you don’t deserve to know the horror’s I’ve been through.  I only hope and pray to God that this war ends soon so that I can come home and help you raise our son.  Is he healthy? Happy? Does he even know who I am? I hope you’re not telling him the embarrassing stories of when we first got together, wouldn’t want his father to be painted as a timid mouse now right?

I couldn’t help but smile at that comment.

I miss you both with all my heart, and I long for the day for us to finally be reunited once more.  Take care and always know how much I love you both.

With all my love,

Corp. John Deacon

“Is daddy gonna come home soon?” Robert asked me.  I looked down at him and tried to figure out how to answer him.

“Oh sweetie, he’s trying his best. He and a few of his friends are off fighting against some really bad people.”

“But I thought you always said violence was never the answer?”

“It shouldn’t but—sometimes people just do things their own way. But it takes brave men like your father to stand up for what’s right to try and make those bad guys see that what they believe isn’t right.”

“I wish I got to meet him.” I stroked through his auburn hair and said.

“I know honey, I do too. But just know your daddy loves you soo much and that he’s gonna try to find a way to come back home to us.”

“Okay. Can I see the picture of him again?” I smiled lovingly at him and said.

“Of course, I’ll show you all the pictures you want.” I went up to the bookshelf and grabbed the family photo album and I showed Robert all the pictures John and I took from every date, every picnic, and even the wedding pictures.  Going through each picture made my heart ache and sink down to my stomach, as well as form a lump in my throat.  But seeing Robert be fully invested in seeing his father, even through photograph, filled me with some warmth.

Later that evening, I tucked Robert into bed and I kissed him goodnight before finally going downstairs to write my letter to John to be delivered in the morning. I poured my heart and soul into the letter, even allowed a few tears to fall onto the paper.  I squirted a bit of my perfume onto the paper so that John could remember something from home, even being a thousand miles away.

After completing the letter, I placed it into the envelope, sealed it and stamped it before writing the address to where my beloved was stationed.  I kept it on the desk so that I could grab it first thing in the morning.  I turned the desk light off before heading back upstairs and once again slept in the empty bed.  I hugged John’s pillow and held it close to me.

Even though his scent was long gone, I still could remember it by heart.  I allowed a few tears to slip down my face as I whispered John’s name over and over before I finally fell asleep.

*John’s POV*

This place was a literal hell.  Intense humidity, bug literally biting you day and night, and nothing but the stench of gunpowder and death staining the air.  I was cleaning out my rifle when the messenger came by.

“Alright ladies, letters from home! Come and get your mail here!” he passed by each Marine one by one before finally getting to me. “Here you are Corporal.”

“Thank you.” I took the letters from him and I skimmed through them till I found the familiar elegant writing that was my Veronica.  I opened the envelope and the first thing I was hit with was the scent of her perfume.  Oh my Ronnie, always knowing just how to bring me back to sanity.

My beloved John,

It seems like an eternity and the days get much harder the longer you’re away.  Your letters are the only thing that give me hope that you’re still alive, but the fear of one day hearing your death breaks my heart.

Oh Ronnie.

I was told just last week that Susan lost her twin brother out in Germany, with more news coming to people that I know losing their family member or husband, I fear one day it’ll happen to me.  I must sound dramatic or hysterical but…..

I noticed a drop of water on the letter.

“Oh Veronica, my sweet, dear Veronica.”

“A letter from the missus?” I looked up to see my three good friends from my unity, Private 1st class Freddie Mercury, Corporal Roger Taylor and Lance Corporal Brian May.

“You gonna swipe the letter away this time Taylor?”

“Nope, not this time.” Roger spoke as he sat himself down beside me.

“How’s she been?” asked Brian.

“Seems much harder than last time. Been getting news all around her from people she knows about their losses. Just last week her old sorority sister Susan lost her twin brother to the Germans.”

“Fucking Nazis.” Hissed Freddie.

“I think I’d take a Nazi over a Jap any day, these guys keep coming up like roaches.” Roger said as he lit up his smoke.  I went back down to read her letter.

I just miss you so much my beloved.  And don’t you dare say you miss me more because that’s highly impossible, at least you know my life is the same routine.

I couldn’t help but grin.

Robert talks about you a lot, he’s really asking all the questions now a days. Like today, he wanted to see pictures of you and began asking questions of how we met, how I knew you were the one for me, and about the day you asked me to marry you. He’s like you in so many ways John, not just through your looks but your personality too.  Heck he even has the same interest in cars as you do.

Please come back to us my love, I long for the day for you to finally meet your son. And I wish to hold you once more before it’s nothing but a faint memory.

All my love my beloved and strong Marine,

Veronica Deacon

God it warmed my heart to see her sign off with my last name.  Sometimes she still uses her maiden name for some things, but each letter she writes, she always uses my name.

“What’s got you all smiling? She promise to give you an epic shag when you return?”

“Shut up Roger!” Brian spoke for me.

“Children please, we can all murder each other but then who’d be left to fight this war?”

“They’ve got plenty of soldiers to spare. To them, we’re disposable.” Roger sneered.

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” Roger shrugged.

“For once I kinda agree with Roger.” I spoke.  They turned towards me and I continued, “Thousands of us die each day, and tomorrow could be our last. Yet we keep pushing and pushing but the enemy keeps pushing back. An endless tug of war between one another till all on the opposing side is dead.”

“You sure you graduated with an electrical engineering degree Deacon?” mocked Taylor. I turned towards him and his grin disappeared before I sighed heavily.

“I already had to miss out on the birth of my son. I missed his first steps, his first words. The only time I get to see him is through a photograph. He’s gonna be four pretty soon in the next few months, and already he’s asking questions.”

“Be thankful that he is Deacy. Some of these motherfuckers don’t even know if they have kids yet, or their kids don’t know about them.” Freddie said.

“I just wish to be back home. Teaching my son how to play catch, how to ride a bike, even how to fix a car. But instead I’m stuck here fearing that today maybe my last day. And what if one day he starts asking Veronica why I left him?”

“That’ll never happen. Now you listen here Deacy dear. Veronica loves you too much to allow that to happen. You boy’s finally interested in you, you’ve got a clever girl for a wife who will gladly tell your son everything he needs to know. And if he does ask that, then she knows to tell him that his daddy is being a superhero right now fighting off the bad guys. And don’t you fucking dare say that today’s gonna be your last day! Cause if it’s yours, then it’s ours too.” Freddie said as he forced me to look at him.

“He’s right. We all made a pact once we started to get to know each other, that we’re all in this together. And you proved that John when you came in and stopped a Jap sniper from ending my life as I was leading a patrol team through the Jap barracks.” Brian said.

“Or when I threw the grenade into a hidden bunker as you ran to Brian’s aid.” Roger added as he exhaled his smoke like a chimney.

“And of course my darling you can’t forget when I saved all your arses back in Okinawa with the midnight ambush. Without my missiles none of you would be alive.” Freddie bragged.  The corner of my mouth slowly went up in a half-grin and I said.

“You’re right guys, sorry I went off on that rant there.”

“We get it John. Because we all have families back home, not just our parents but wives, girlfriends or fiancés back home who need us alive.” Brian said as he clamped his hand on my shoulder.

“ALRIGHT LADIES! We’re moving out 20 miles East! Pack your bags and move out!” the commanding officer proclaimed.

“Alright my dears, let’s get a move on.” Freddie said as he grabbed his pack and walked on ahead.  I placed the letter into my journal before stuffing it into my uniform inner-breast pocket.  I grabbed my bag and tried to think about what to write back to Veronica once we got to our next station.

*1st POV*

Five months later and the school year was just about to end.  All my friends and co-workers were gathered in the teacher’s lounge for one last big shebang before the summer holidays came into play.

“So what have you got planned today Stacy?” asked Emily, the Year 3 instructor asked.

“Well the last letter I received from Billy said that his enlistment is almost expired so once it does, he’ll be free to return home. The first thing I’m gonna do when that man pulls in from the train station is hug and kiss that man like there’s no tomorrow.” Replied Stacy, who taught the same year I did. In fact we were right across the room from each other so we talked pretty much every morning as the kids all came into the classroom.

“What about you Emily?” I asked.

“Well with the boys away at their grandfather’s out into the country, the nest is completely empty. So I might go over there and visit them for a while.”

“It’ll be nice to get out of the city from all the chaos that’s been happening.” Said Stacy.

“And what about you Veronica? Any big summer plans?”

“No idea. John was…..” I trailed off sadly as I looked down.  Stacy placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “He was always the better planner than I was. That man even planned out our entire wedding.”

“Man I wish my Henry was like your Johnny D.”

“I only just hope Robert gets the chance to have a father.” I said solemnly.

“Hey have any of you talked to Susan?” asked Emily.

“I’ve been trying to reach out to her but she’s ignored my calls. Thankfully her husband has been there to help her out.” I said.

“Yeah, thank god for Tony. God her and Peter were as thick as thieves, even when we were kids.” Emily said.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door.  The principal opened the door and that’s when a man dressed in military uniform came in and he said.

“Afternoon, I come with an urgent telegram for one of these ladies from the War department.” At that point all of us went quiet.

“Oh god not another one.” I muttered as I slowly sat down and held my hand to my mouth.

“Now I’m sure I had the name here somewhere—I personally wanted to deliver this in person, tell you that your husband’s dead.” The messenger continued to speak as he tried to find the name of one of us. “Damnit all, I guess I must’ve misplaced it, I’ll need to go back and track the name down again.”

“That won’t be necessary son, give it to me.” Mr. Lee, our principal spoke for all of us.

“I’m sorry sir but this is official business, I can’t just give someone out of this telegram the message.”

“Just give me the damn telegram son and be on your way!” Mr. Lee snapped.  When the officer refused to give it up, Mr. Lee took it by force before finally shoving the officer out of the lounge and slamming the door shut.  Stacy and I took hold of each other’s hands as Mr. Lee opened the letter and read through it.

He spoke not a word as he looked at us all sadly and walked by each of us one by one. At first he would stop in front of a teacher and we’d think it was for them before he moved on.  Soon he came up to Stacy and I.  His old eyes brimmed with tears as he finally said as he held out the telegram.

“I’m sorry Stacy.”

“NOO! BILLY!!” she screamed as she collapsed to her knees clutching the telegram. I knelt down beside her along with Emily, Mikaela and Donna as we all tried to comfort her.  She sobbed out Billy’s name.  I rubbed her shoulders and rested her head against my shoulder.

Mr. Lee, who was like a father to all of us, helped Stacy up onto her feet and embraced her tightly.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay Stacy.” He comforted her with soothing rubs onto her back and allowing her to sob into his shoulder.  It was then Mrs. Kowalski who ran the front desk in the office came up and the two of them guided Stacy out.  Her sobs of Billy’s name echoed throughout the halls.

Ohh poor Stacy, she’ll never be over this.  To think she almost had the chance of having her fiancée soon become her husband, and the two of them could finally be wedded in holy matrimony.  But now she has to plan on being a widow, like so many other women have to be now, and the sad thing is she barely got the chance to call Billy her husband,

I fear that after this she may never want to get married again cause she’ll relive this event over and over again.

After that whole situation, we were all allowed to be let out early, teachers and students included all got to go home and start the summer holiday early. While I was cleaning up the house before I would have to go pick Robert up from my mum’s place, I couldn’t help but think back to Stacy.  God just—why did something like that have to happen to her? She didn’t deserve this, we all didn’t deserve this. Why did one man have to go ruining it for all of us? So many deaths and for what?

Just what is this war really about? Please someone tell me that!

As I put the plates and glasses back into the cabinet, I wiped away a tear before closing the cabinet.  That’s when I saw it.  The reflection of someone standing behind me, but the face was no stranger.  I quickly turned around and I swear if I did have a plate or glass, I would’ve dropped it right there on the spot.

For right there standing before me with a bandaged leg and leaning against a crutch, in full Marine uniform was my husband, John Richard Deacon.

He smiled softly at me and I just took in his appearance.  His once long flowing hair was now cut so short that you could only see it from the sides and behind him.  He even appeared taller and much more fit than when I last saw him.  But the battered leg made my heart sink in fear.

Slowly I walked right up to him thinking this was just a dream.  When I finally stood before him, I slowly lifted my hand up towards his cheek but was too afraid to touch him, fearing that this was just my mind playing tricks on me.  That if I should touch him, he’d just fade away like the cherry blossom petals in the spring.

It was then John took my hand in his, his hands now calloused and rough but still had that gentleness to them, and he placed it onto his cheek.  He smiled at me and I immediately hugged him as I began sobbing hysterically.

“Shhhh, shh. I’m here Ronnie. I’ve come back, just like I promised.” I pulled away to finally give him all the kisses I had been longing for.  The deep, passionate, long-awaited type kisses. The kisses that almost make you want to devour the person not out of passionate hunger, but passionate longing.

“You’re back…..y—you really came back, Oh John you’re here, you’re really, truly back!” I sobbed through my kisses.  But through our reunion kiss, I heard him groan in pain. “Oh god John here, sit down.” I guided him towards the living room and set him down on the couch and tried to make him feel as comfy as possible. “What happened to you John?”

“Ambush. The Japs planted several trip-wires through the perimeters of their base, one of the boys in my platoon triggered it and I was lucky to escape with this. They tried to fix my leg but it was beyond what they could do, so they discharged me and got me better care for it than what I would’ve had out in the Pacific.”

“Oh John I—I can’t believe it. I’m so, so sorry this happened to you.”

“Better my leg than my life. I did promise the most beautiful girl in London that I’d come back to her.” He said as he stroked under my chin.  I laughed through my tears and leaned down to kiss him again. His hands went through my hair as our kiss deepened, before I went back to hugging him.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again John Richard Deacon.”

“I promise Veronica, I’m here to stay for good. I’ve never been more happy than being right here at home.” The tears continued to fall down my eyes as I buried my face into his neck. “Shhh, I’m here love. I’m gonna be okay. Cause now I’ve got the best nurse to look after me.” I laughed and separated from him.

“I would assume so, but I do expect payment from you soldier.”

“Oh yeah? And what payment would you like to receive?” I didn’t reply as I leaned down and softly captured his lips with mine.  I softly hummed as his hand softly and gingerly stroked through up my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I think we can arrange that.” He hummed out.

And that’s how it was.  I called my mother to bring Robert home herself because I had a special surprise for him that couldn’t be left alone at the moment.  So within 15 minutes, my mother arrived with Robert and I thanked her for watching him for the day and that I would be over there for supper in a few days.  After Robert said goodbye to ‘mums’ I brought him inside.

“Now Robert, love. There’s—someone very special in the living room that I would like you to meet.”

“Who is it mummy?” he asked.

“You’ll see love. Now he’ll look a little different and you’ll have to be very gentle with him because he got injured very, very badly. Are you ready to meet him?” he nodded and that’s when I picked him up and took him to the living room. When John finally laid eyes on Robert, it was like his whole world had changed.  His eyes that were tired and almost soulless now suddenly lit up.

I set Robert down and he shyly hid behind my dress when I said to him.

“It’s okay Robert, no need to be afraid. Robert love, this is your father John Richard Deacon. John, this is your son Robert.” Robert peeked out from behind my dress while John slowly rose up against the couch and tried to sit up. Robert slowly came out from behind me and he walked up to John and just looked at him.

“You’re hair’s not long.” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth which made both John and I laugh softly.

“Afraid so bud, they force you to cut your hair so that way you don’t get caught on things. Hope you don’t mind it though.” Robert walked closer to him before raising his arms up wanting to be picked up, which John happily obliged and placed our son on top of his uninjured leg.  Robert touched his father’s cheek before saying.

“I like it short.” John smiled happily and said.

“Then I’ll keep it short for you pal.” Robert smiled before finally embracing his dad for the first time ever.  John was stunned at feeling this tiny person hug him but almost immediately he wrapped his arms around his son and held him close as well as burying his nose into his son’s hair, breathing in his scent.

I couldn’t help but tear up at this beautiful sight.  My two boys meeting each other at last.

“Shall we let mummy in the group hug?” I heard John say to Robert softly.

“Mm-hmm! Yeah mummy join us!” Robert exclaimed with an enthusiastic nod.  I smiled and said.

“Well if that’s what my boys want.” I then sat by the couch next to John and the two of us cuddled close to each other but I was cautious of his injuries.  Soon it was a cuddle party between the three of us as we held Robert in between us, and I buried myself into John’s body trying to reclaim the warmth and love that I had lost while he was away.

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 19: Mr. Pretty Boy

January 15, 1986

After talking to my mom yesterday, I felt a bit better. Now obviously I didn't tell her about Nikki and the kiss cause she would have had a heart attack. But I did say that someone was treating me bad and that I felt lonely, which was true. My mom was always there if I needed her and she knew how to cheer me up.

Nikki had been calling non stop today. I would answer the phone, hear his voice then hang up. Or somtimes I would make Tamara answer and he wouldn't say anything, he would just hang up and then she would complain about the fact that someone is calling and not saying anything. I thought it was hilarious.

I had two photo shoots today. One was for Dolce and the other was for Edit magazine. Tamara finally found an assistant, her name was Jess and she was really nice. She was more mature than Theresa, she's 28. She was now going to be doing the bookings and going with me to photo shoots, interviews, meetings, and any social events. I loved the fact that she wasn't invasive, however she did always report back to Tamara so I had to always be on my best behaviour.

At the first shoot, I took two pictures for Edit magazine. I'm glad that one was over the room was really hot. I changed and got into the limo with Jess and we drove over to my next shoot.

"So you have an event this evening, it's mostly film stars that will be there. It will give you a chance to mingle with more people."

No response

"Um you also have a meeting tomorrow with some fashion designers who want to take a picture of you in there new clothing designs."

No response.

She sighed and closed her book. "Who is he?"

I looked at Jess and tensed up. Did she know something? And if she did is she going to tell?

"That look says it all, he must be important if he's got you looking out the window and feeling bad."

"He's not important, he certainly doesn't think I am that's for sure." I grumbled crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back on the chair.

"Did he say that?" She tilted her head.

"Not in those words exactly but that's what he meant."

She leaned in and put her hand on my arms and squeezed it. "Your worth more than gold. I don't know you well enough yet, but I can tell you have a lot of love to give someone and if he's being a dick head. There's lots of other guys out there. Don't settle for less." She leaned back in her chair and opened her book back up.

I smile started to form on my face. She was kind, gentle, and someone I could talk to other than my friends and Tamara. But I had to make sure I could trust her.

"Um can you not tell Tamara I like someone. I don't want to cause any problems." I calmly mumbled.

"My lips are sealed." She pretended to zip her lips.

We arrived at my photoshoot and took the pictures. I was exhausted and wanted to get out of there right away. Especially because I had an event that I was going to be heading to tonight.

We arrived at the event. Meaning me and Jess, we posed for a lot of the photographers then headed into the building. It was a big venue and she was wrong there were a lot of film stars. I couldn't believe all of them were here. Better yet I couldn't beleive I was here.

"Oh my God there Patrick Swayze!" Jess squealed. "God what a man."

I laughed and looked to the side and saw a young gentleman staring at me. He was holding a wine glass and stirring it around and gazing at me like I was the only girl in the room. He then winked at me and smiled then quickly turned away from him not wanting to lead him on.

"Hey I'm going to go talk to some of those people over there. Will you be alright?" Jess asked.

"Yeah I'm gonna go on the balcony for a breather." I replied.

I walked towards the balcony and leaned my stomatch on the railing. I looked up and the moon. But it wasn't like the moon I saw with Nikki.

"Miss Darlington!" My thoughts were interrupted. I turned around and saw the mysterious man standing behind me.

"H...hi do I know you?"

"No but I saw you in there and just thought you were extremely beautiful. Also I'm a fan of your TV serious. I think the show is funny." He smiled

I'm glad he thinks highly of me but his name would be great.

"Sorry I'm Derek Richards I'm a painter." He raised his hand out for me to shake.

"Ok nice to meet you, I'm Iman." I shook his hands. "So what's a painter doing at a film party?" I asked furrowing by brows.

"Well my dad is a producer and he made me come here. I have no interest in all of this. My interest is in painting people." He moved and leaned on the railing beside me.

"Oh that's nice." I turned to face him. "Is it a hobby or job? I asked.

He chuckled. "It's a hobby for now, but hopefully becomes a job. I'm in college right now so all my time is being taken up with school work. So hopefully when I finish I could start concentrating on my paintings."

I could tell he was a charmer. He was handsome too. I could see us potentially having something. Not a relationship really, but more so of a friendship. He seems nice.

"Iman?"

I turned around and saw Tommy standing in the door way of the balcony.

"Tommy... hey what's up? What are you doing here?" I walked towards him.

"I'm here with Heather, she's mingling with a bunch of people and I needed a fucking break." He walked onto the balcony and pulled a baggie out of his pockets with white powder. Coke

"Um I'll leave you to it. But here." He pulled his card out of his pocket and handed it to me. "My number is on it. You can call any time. I would love to see you again."

I took the card from him and he grabbed my hand and kissed it. Then smiled and walked away. I smiled and looked at the card. Until Tommy grabbed it from my hand.

"Tommy!" I yelled. "Give it back!" I jumped trying to reach it.

"Dude Sixx is not going to be happy. I think I should keep this card so he dosen't explode." He laughed.

I then grabbed his baggie. "Woah fuck Iman...hey!" He shouted as I dangled his baggie over the edge.

"I want the card now!" I raised my voice.

"Alright chill chill here ya go." I snatched the card from his hand and put it in my purse right way then gave him back his baggie.

He chuckled. "Doll I'm just looking out for you that's all." He said as he rolled up a bill. "Sixx was trying to call you non stop today." He then evened out a line of coke on the ledge and snorted it up. "Y'know...he didn't mean anything he said to you. He was just... just...I dont know." Tommy waved his hands.

"T-bone he meant what he said. Please dont make excuses for him." I raised a brow.

"You wanna hit?" Tommy looked at me smiling. I stared back at him with stern face. "Ok just asking." He put his hands up in defense.

I started walking to get back into the venue. "Hey Mani by the way your invited to the wedding. Don't think I forgot about you." He smiled at me. I turned around to look at him.

"Thank you T-bone. You coming back in?"

"Nah gonna stay out here for a few more minutes." He said making an even longer line on the railing. "And uh Mani... just so you know, Nikki does care about you in his own twisted way. He told me himself, so please don't rule him out." He said looking at me with pouty eyes.

I nodded then walked back inside. I met back up with Jess who was ready to leave. We got into the limo and I sneezed. I went into my purse to get out a tissue to blow my nose and I pulled out the card that Derek gave to me. I stared at the card and started thinking more about him. I'll give him a call tomorrow.

"Derek Richards." I whispered putting the card back in my purse. _____

January 22, 1986

I have been swarmed with events, interviews and photo shoots for the past weeks and I was so exhausted. Tamara promised that she would give me some time off. So today was a day off for me and I wanted to use it to sleep. I got out of the shower and headed to my room to lotion up, put on shorts and a T- shirt and chill. I sat down on the edge of my bed ready to lotion when I heard the phone Ring.

I got up and walked to the phone and answered.

"Hello!"

"Hi Iman its Derek!"

"Hey Derek, how are you?"

"I'm good, just wanted to call and see how you were. I was also wondering if you were free today? Wanted to take you out for dinner?"

And I wanted to use today to sleep in.

"I'm free we can go out. What time?" I giggled

"I'm free at 7 so I can pick you up around 7:30. And we can go from there."

"Ok sounds great!"

"Alright see you then bye!"

"Bye!"

I have been spending a lot of time with Derek since I called him a day after the party. We mostly hung out downstairs by the pool of my condo, and went out to eat. But we definitely talked a lot. I even introduced Rachel to him and she loved him. But I wasn't looking for anything beyond friendship. But off topic, I'm glad he's coming in the evening it will give me time to take a nap.

Derek came to pick me up. We talked all through out the car ride. He took us to this extravagant restaurant called Auburn. The rich people restaurant were they spend up to $100 on food it's ridiculous. We sat down at our table across from each other, placed our orders and waited for our food.

"I know what your thinking about this place. The food is very expensive but once you try the food your going to be coming back here often." He smiled.

The waiter brought over our food and the plate was empty. Not really, but mashed potatoes, a piece of chicken, some carrots. I sure as hell will not be coming back here.

"Will have a bottle of your best wine please." Derek said to the waiter.

"Uh no I don't drink." I waved my hand.

"Really!" He looked shocked.

"Yeah....I'm not a drinker. I don't like alcohol. Um cranberry juice is fine thank you." I say to the waiter.

We talked non stop and I found my self really happy. I liked him a lot. But again I wasn't looking for any thing serious. But he is definitely someone I could bring home to my mom.

"So I never asked but..... do you have a boy friend or somone your talking to?" He asked wiping his mouth.

"No I'm single and not looking." I empathize on the not. "I'm young and I want to focus on my career. I'm just looking for friendship." I sat back and crossed my legs.

"Then frienship you shall have." He smiled and put his hand out for me to take. I put my hand in his and he kissed it making me show all teeth and giggle like he was my high school crush. We left the restaurant and as he was driving me home I saw the sign above the Troubadour that said Guns N Roses were playing tonight.

"Hey Derek stop your car and park. Can we go into the Troubadour my friend is playing tonight?"

"You want to go in there? You know that place is filled with delinquents and drugged up rock stars right?" He looks at me with wide eyes.

"Yes I know I've been to the Whisky, but I haven't seen them play at this club. And I know my friend Slash would be excited to see me." I say looking at him with pouty eyes.

"Alright but were not staying long." He turned his car into the parking lot and we got out and walked towards the Troubadour. The bouncer let us in and people started eyeing me and Derek. I noticed people were taking pictures. But I was concentrated on seeing Slash. We sat down on a stool at the back and watched as the boys came out to play.

"This place smells like shit, do they even clean this dump!" Derek grumbled.

"They probably don't. That's why I only come when Guns is playing." I laughed.

"Good cause a girl like you shouldn't be in a shit hole like this." He looked around.

When the show was over I grabbed Derek's hand and pulled him so we could go back stage. The security let us in and the boys were all spraying alcohol on each other and had bare girls in the room.

"Slash!" I yelled out to him.

"Mani! What the fuck....were you at the show?" He ran over to me and picked me up. I started laughing.

"Woah woah your going to get your sweat all over her dress." Derek said with a stern voice. He grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket and started wiping my dress. Slash glared at him and I could tell he was ready to put Derek in his place.

"Slash!" I called his name but we wasnt looking at me. "Slash!" I raised my voice calling to him. He finally looked at me. "This is my friend Derek Richards." I pointed at Derek. "He came with me to watch you guys play. And Derek this is my best friend Slash." I pointed at Slash. "The show was really good!" I said with excitment.

"Nice to meet you." Slash held his hand out for Derek to shake, but Derek didnt shake it.

"Nice to meet you too. Sorry I'd shake your hand but it's full of sweat with all respect." He nodded with his hand in his pockets.

The both guys looked at each other with dislike. This is not how I wanted this meeting to go.

"Ey there Mani you saw the show?" Steven walked towards us and picked me up for a hug.

"Woah there Steven you can't touch her! Derek wont like it if you get your sweat all over her dress." Slash mocked Derek.

Steven then rubbed his hands on his face and hair and then rubbed his hand all over my face. "Ew Steven that's gross....Yuk." I giggled wiping my face.

"Hey that's disrespectful!" Derek snapped. "And this is a $2 million dollar face your wiping your sweat on!" He raised his voice.

Slash then grinded his teeth. "Mani get this fuc-" "Ok were heading out nice to see you guys." I interrupted Slash before he could finish his sentence and dragged Derek out with me holding onto to his hand. I didn't want there to be a fight. Cause I knew 100% that Slash would win. We got back into the car and Derek started driving.

"You shouldn't get mixed up with people like them. There trouble, and they'll get you into trouble as well." Derek sneered

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, because Derek was only meeting them for the first time. He knew nothing about the history of me and Slash. He was only judging Slash on meeting him for the first time.

"Slash is a great guy Derek and he's my best friend. He's practically family, so if you want a friendship with me you have to understand that Slash will always be around." I stated.

He sighed and glanced at me. "I can respect that. But he shouldn't have ruined your dress like that, and that Steven guy shouldn't have rubbed his sweat on your pretty face."

"I'm fine Derek, they were joking." I smiled. "Thanks for thinking of me though."

We arrived back at my condo. And we sat in the car and talked for a bit before I was ready to go.

"So I hope me defending your honor against those rockers didn't damage a potential thing we have?" He asked looking at me.

"No Derek it didnt." I giggled.

"Great cause I would still like to be friends."

"Me too! Thanks for today Mr. Pretty boy." I smiled and exited his car. I'm hoping that this could become something more in time. But for now I just needed friendship. And I also hope that Slash isn't angry with me. _____

January 23, 1986

In other news, it looks like our Darling Iman hit up an extravagant restaurant last week with film producer Tim Richards son Derek Richards. The two were spotted laughing in Derek's car then ate a lavish dinner at the Auburn restaurant. The two were also spotted on the same day heading inside the Troubadour. When they headed out the pair were holding hands running towards Derek's car. It looks like Iman has kicked Motley Crues bassist Nikki Sixx to the curb and has opened her door for a real prince charmer. This is Rachel Rochester and your watching MTV."

I switched off the TV sighing at what was being said. What's worse about all of this, is that my mom was on the phone with me. She just saw it on MTV today. How ever; the story has been on the news for a while now and I have been receiving non stop calls over it.

"Mom I'm telling you the truth there's nothing going on between me and either of those guys. Derek is my friend and Nikki use to be my friend. Were not friends anymore." I said with annoyance.

"Listen that Nikki Sixx is the Devil do not mix your self up with rock stars. I'm warning you, I don't want you to even be friends with them. As for Derek Richards you can be friends with him. He looks like a decent guy. Not like that Nikki Sixx. But Iman no dating!" She raised her voice.

"Yes I know!" I mumbled.

"Is the person who was treating you bad still coming around?"

"No they haven't." I replied.

"Iman you need to be careful Hollywood is a big place and it can swallow you, chew you, and throw you out. I'm just trying to make sure your safe ok. I'm a parent and it's my job. I trust you to always make the right decisions and im so proud of what you have achieved. Were all proud of you."

I felt tears come into my eyes. My mom meant everything to me and for her to say that, made me happy. But it also made me sad because at times I really missed home. I missed shopping with my sisters, and playing with my baby sister. I missed my friends, my room, and waking up in the morning to my moms cooking.

"Thanks mommy." I sniffled

"Ok let me talk to Tamara."

I handed Tamara the phone then walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich. I didn't want to eavesdrop on the conversation. I sat down at the table and waited for Tamara to finish talking to my mom. I then heard the clicking of the phone and Tamara came into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Your mom isn't mad at you she's just worried. And so am I....until now." She laughed.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"What's funny?"

"Girl Derek Richards is every womans dream. He's the type of guy you want to date." She booped my nose making me flinch.

"Were not dating Tammi, were just good friends." I stated.

"Yeah for now." She smiled deviously. The phone then rang again.

"Lord since people saw you with Derek this phone hasn't stopped ringing. Every one wants the scoop on you." She says as she walked towards the phone.

"Iman it's for you! Its Lisa!" She yelled.

I got up and took the phone from her. I know Lisa is going to get in on this Derek and Iman thing.

"Hey Lisa!"

"I'm coming over to get you! We need to gossip now! She stated then hung up.

"So what did Lisa say? She wants to get in on the gossip?" Tamara looked at me laughing as she sat on the couch flipping channels on TV. I rolled my eyes and went to the room to get dressed

Lisa picked me up and we went out to alittle diner to gossip.

"I can't believe you went on a date with that guy and said nothing to me about it." She sneered.

"It wasn't a date." I sighed. "We went out as friends. He's a friend."

Lisa turned shaking her head in disappointment.

"What's your issue?" I snapped.

"I dont have one, I just want you to be careful. Guys like him are usually dicks."

"As I said were not dating. Were just friends." I repeated.

There was a long pause. I know Lisa was just looking out for me, but she could sometimes be annoying.

"So have you spoken to Nikki?"

Ugh I don't know why people keep asking me questions about him.

"No I haven't and I don't want to. I told you what he said to me last time." So why would I want to speak to him." I said bluntly.

"Ok I'm just asking. You can relax a bit I meant no harm." She mumbled.

"I know, I just don't want to talk about him." I put my elbows the table and leaned into my hands running my face.

There was another long pause of silence.

"Well I have some news for you." She spoke calmly.

"What is it?" I groaned not looking up.

"Sooo I've been going to the clubs and I've been watching the Guns boys play." She smiled. "I have a date with Axl tommorow ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed waving her hands.

"Wow that's great Lisa!" I looked up smiling and hugging her.

"Yeah I've been hanging back stage with them and talking to them often."

"That's great you have to tell me how it goes."

"Well you have to tell me how London fashion week goes. I'm excited for that." She slaps my arm.

"I will I'm excited too." I paused for a bit thinking if I should ask her about her modeling career. Cause from what im hearing and seeing she hasn't really gotten any jobs. "Um so are you still modeling?" I ask with caution.

She sighed "I'm just taking a break. I'll eventually go back."

I don't know if shes lying or telling the truth. All I know is that people talk and the one thing I'm hearing is that Lisa has been doing drugs and Partying a lot. Which I knew she always did, but now its alittle too much.

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February 6, 1986, LA

I was leaving for England today for London fashion week. I was so excited because I did New York fashion week and I loved it. This was an even bigger step, and from London I would be heading to Milan Italy. I was told by Tamara that the majority of the designers had requested me personally. What an honor, it means that I was being recognized in the modeling world, and fashion world. The next thing that I would have to be more serious about is my acting role. After London and Milan I'll tell her to get me more auditions for movies. I would love to win and Oscar one day.

Anyways back to heading out. I called my family to say bye and let them know I'll be calling them from there and I would take lots of pictures. The limo picked up me and Jess. Tamara wasn't coming. Jess was the one that would make sure all my needs were met and I was taken care of.

I can't believe I'm going to England. I look back and think about the little girl that was doing photo shoots for Ola Hudson in her little studio, to staring in my first movie in 1983, to staring in my first and continuing TV series in 1984, to doing big magazine shoots, and staring in another big movie in 1985. And now I'm walking the runways in New York, London, and Milan. Who would have ever thought that this would be my life.

We finally arrived at the air port. But not LAX we were flying private. My glam and wardrobe team were coming along. Everyone else got on the plane, I wanted a picture of my self in front of the plane so I could show my mom and sisters. I asked Jess to take a picture of me some of the crew came into the picture too. After she was done I got on. I looked around and noticed that everyone had there own space. The plane was huge. There was room to do cart wheels, back flips, and fit 80 other people on board. I was loving this, but not soo much to make it get into my head. No, I don't want to become one of those girls who think fame and money are everything. I want to stay grounded and humble just like my mom taught me too. I was told we were taking off so I went to my compartment to sit down and buckled my self in. We took off, and the first thing I did after the seat belt light came off was take pictures of the scenery outside the plane. I have been on planes before but maybe this was different because I was heading to London and I have never been.

I noticed everyone was pulling out there pillows getting ready to take a nap. But I wasn't tired I don't know how I would ever get some sleep here. The excitement was just too much. And I felt like if I slept I would miss out on something, even though we were just in the air. I can't wait to sight see when I get to London and get away from all that was bothering me. No more MTV, no more questions about Derek Richards, and no more Nikki Sixx. Although.... I haven't heard anything about him or Motley in a while. Last I heard they were heading to Germany. I wonder where they are now?

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The Kyman Fanfic Ultimate Guide (or in other words, how to be a kyman hoe)

So lurking in Kyman fandom for awhile people would ask, what do you recommend reading? Well, after much searching I conjured up a list in what I believe to be the best Kyman fics. As well since this is Kyman week might as well fellow fans read some good shit during this fabulously gay week.

Remember folks, my list is incredibly biased HOWEVER from reading countless kyman fanfics and engaging with fellow kyman fans, this is solely based on what I consider to be strong kyman fics in terms of story structure, writing style, characterization, and overall enjoyment.

RATING: E

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we don't sleep when the sun goes down

by izzybusiness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9450338

“Okay, will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” Cartman finally yells, clearly at the end of his tether. “So, what, everyone here got struck by lightning and now you’ve got superpowers like some kind of all-gay Justice League?” Misfits AU.

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Unwell

By cigarettestainedeyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12319431

Kyle's being introduced to a whole new side of himself, the panicked side, the scared side, and he doesn't much care for it. Support comes from the last place he expected.

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The Rules

By Creatortan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13389867

South Park has many rules. 

1) don’t try to get involved with Kyle Broflovski. You will face the wrath of Eric Cartman. Plus Kyle just isn’t interested, even if he pretends to be.

2) don’t try to get involved with Eric Cartman. You will face the wrath of Kyle Broflovski. And Eric isn’t interested and doesn’t try to hide that. 

3) don’t try to get in between Cartman and Kyle. It never ends well. Just let them get it out of their systems.

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RATING: T

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Cant we just try?

By shortstackedchessecake96

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5187086

If Eric had his stubborn way, he'd deny his feelings forever. But Kyle's not going to let that happen.

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Higher, Higher

By Sweeticing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13518693/chapters/31008642

Bebe tries to use a love potion on Kyle, but the plan goes wrong when the potion makes him fall for Cartman instead. Good thing Cartman hasn't been pining for Kyle for eight years or anything crazy like that.

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Cartman Gets bored

By sorrowfulJoy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062774

Cartman gets bored at 11pm and tries to get his friends to come and spend time with him, texting fic

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Secondhand

By SnyapticFirefly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7751491

Cartman does what he does best: peer pressuring impressionable Jews the only way he knows how.

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Keep Your Enemy Closer

By guineabees

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9123163

A story about what happens when a superhero and their rival have been living under the same roof without realising it.

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I Won’t Fall For You

By shortstackedchesscake

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13247808

Just when Kyle thought turning up alone to a wedding - that was starting to feel like a college reunion - couldn't get any worse, it turns out Eric Cartman is invited too. But Eric may just be his saving grace, and Kyle decides to run with his inevitably crazy plan even if he thinks he knows better. But Kyle is a lot smarter than his college friends, he won't fall for Eric that easily... will he?

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the coriolis effect

by briwookie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11544261

"There's nothing wrong with being attracted to the same sex." Kenny would say, but Eric Cartman had always thought otherwise.

It just surprises him that it takes Kyle Broflovski getting drunk at a bar with another man to prove him wrong

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Sunday best and broken glass

By cherryvanilla

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2296934

Cartman doesn’t do nervous. He’s done plenty of fucking public speaking, public singing, public anything but tonight – tonight, he’s nervous. Maybe it’s because this stupidly means more than any of those other times, even though he wishes to fuck he could deny that. Because he actually cares this time. It isn’t based around some manipulation. Maybe it’s because Stan’s up there right now singing and playing electric guitar to Sweet Child O’ Mine like a lame-o, but he’s actually fucking good and all Cartman’s got is a dumb emo love song and an acoustic and a future bill for rejection.

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Between love and hate

By izzubusiness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8239649

“Fuck you, whore!” Cartman yells, getting to his feet and stomping over to the other end of the room. “What the fuck are you even doing in my house?” 

“What were you doing with Kyle’s tongue in your mouth?” Wendy counters back, and if Stan’s head wasn’t about to explode under the weight of everything going on, he thinks he might have high fived her for that wicked burn.

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I said I wouldn't by I did

By captaindude

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2754203

In which Cartman is whipped and he doesnt even know it. but mostly sex though.

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Redéfinition de l'individu

By Kymanlvr

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6481633/1/Redéfinition-de-l-individu

Kyle Broflovski is tired of his dull, unchanging life. But after he returns from being away from South Park for the summer, things start to spiral out of control, and everything falls apart. Mainly Kyman. Strong language and references to sex.

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Don’t Touch Me

By Soul Flash

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5231878/1/Don-t-Touch-Me

When your life hits an all time low, things can't possibly get any worse, right? Not for Kyle Broflovski. Slash, Kyle/Cartman.

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Respect My Authority

by Soul Flash

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5687376/1/Respect-My-Authority

There's only one thing you can do when a Jew tries to mess with your mind: play some mind games yourself. After all, all's fair in love and war. Kyman, slash. Cartman's POV. Companion fic to Don't Touch Me.

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Boundaries

By cutie pie 9335

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6547130/1/Boundaries

Cartman finally crosses the line that Kyle had so carefully drawn. Kyman, amongst other pairings.

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Afflictions and Affections

By PartiPooper

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10588091/1/Afflictions-and-Affections

When Kyle is sick, as per usual, Cartman pays him a visit. He even so much as looks after him, in his own bitter-sweet way. (Fluffy Kyman One-Shot; Rated T for profanities.)

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The Sorry Struggle

By Partipooper

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11152548/1/The-Sorry-Struggle

When Cartman does something bad to Kyle, he tries to say sorry - "tries" being the keyword. AKA, How Not To Say Sorry To Your Boyfriend. (Slightly Silly Kyman One-Shot; Rated T for profanities, slightly sexual scenes, and the follies and flatulence of youth.

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if I didn't believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far

by orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11282883

Kyle and Eric are both getting tired of the 'no strings attached' asterisk attached to their relationship.

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The Stag Prince

By Synaptic Firefly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4979806/chapters/11437663

A Swan Princess parody. Grand Wizard Prince Eric and High Elf Prince Kyle are roped into an arranged marriage. Honestly, who thought this was a good idea to start with? Eventual Kyman, slight Stenny, and poor Butters is a paladin.

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RATING : M 

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Restraints

By Soul Flash

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5867328/1/Restraints

“Goddammit, Jew...” Cartman breathed as he furiously began to work on Kyle's belt buckle, “Why'd you have to wear a goddamn belt today...?” Kyman. Graphic lemon. Contains whipping, rimming, frottage, dirty talk, masochism, and more.

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How Long Till You Surrender?

By wettmark

https://archiveofourown.org/works/453686

Stan is self destructing, Craig Tucker might be gay, Butters can't handle Cartman's wiener, and Kyle just wants to get out of South Park without losing his mind, his best friend, or his virginity.

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A Series of Left Turns

By ScribbleSibly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4088479/chapters/9208600

Kyle, now 17 and preparing to be a responsible adult, is drowning in the stress of his mundane life. Until Cartman gets an idea. Kyle POV. Heavy swearing and smut later on.

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Perfectionist

By shortstackedcheescake96

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6452782

Kyle appreciates Eric's praise perhaps more than he really should. It is rare, after all. (All characters are 18+)

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Backseat Confession

By psychelelicgoolash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1907814

It was moments like these he wondered why he let that Jewish son of a bitch ensnare him like he did. How Kyle could just wrap him around his finger as he rolled onto his back, allowing Cartman full access to his unfastened jeans. Aged Up. Kyman. Smut.

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Comfort

By NocturnalLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5361029

Unable to sleep due to 'unfortunate circumstances', Kyle finds solace in the form of Cartman - but as is inevitable with these boys it's not as simple as a mere sleepover, and Kyle gets more than he'd bargained for. This fanfic is based on the events of the incredible blog 'Ask The Main Four' on Tumblr, and is totally canonical to the universe. NSFW Kyman smut, first time and delicious grinding warning.

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Games

By NocturnallLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4932157

The card game was enjoyable at first, but it very soon became clear Cartman had much bigger ambitions for is 'alone time' with Kyle - despite his parents sleeping in the room down the corridor. Unable to resist, Kyle tries to contain himself and stay quiet... but it's much easier said than done, especially when the sex is THIS good.

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Mission Accomplished

by NocturnalLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3144293

Concerned about the imminent yearbook photographs, Kyle is intent on staying clean of hickeys - much to Cartman's displeasure. But Eric has never been one to back down from a challenge, and if he can help it the feisty auburn wont stay reluctant for long. Yummy smut with hints of fluff at the end. Kyman One-shot.

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more than words can say

by NocturnalLament

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4794164

After an innocent slip of the tongue, Kyle can't help but wonder if he'd put their relationship in jeopardy. After a summer of strange behavior and evasiveness from Cartman, Kyle wants answers... but the truth is something he never had expected.

One word to describe myself

By confunded

https://archiveofourown.org/works/604033

"Because he was mine, and in a way he always had been. He just didn’t know it. Yet." Your standard love/hate oneshot featuring our favorite frenemies. Established sort-of-relationship, Cartman wants more and Kyle is a tease. Fighting ensues. Super smutty, but maybe there's more to it than just some porn. Maybe.

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Denial

By SchwiftyJerry666

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13728942

At parties, when everyone's usually too high or drunk to notice or care, two enemies find that the line between love and hate is a very thin one indeed.

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Express Love

By BookishTea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8799361/chapters/20173393

Kyle misses his husband after a long and boring business trip.

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Baby, Now you do

By charmzz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13379967/chapters/30644319

Five years ago, Eric Cartman was hunched over him, with a fat hand on Kyle’s throat and the tip of a knife pointed between his eyes.

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might last a day (minus forever)

by cherryvanilla

https://archiveofourown.org/works/420889

At twenty-five, Kyle Broflovski thought he had his life all planned out. He was living in Denver with Stan with a nice apartment and a decent job. Suddenly, his world is turned upside down when Stan breaks up with him and he loses his job all in the span of a few months. Now Kyle is back in South Park, living with his parents, and trying to figure out where he goes from here. Enter Eric Cartman, who always got under Kyle’s skin as a kid, and who was now about to do so again, in more ways than one. (A story about reevaluating yourself and your life. Or, How Kyle Broflovski Got His Groove Back.)

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Go on, take everything (I want you to)

By cherryvanilla

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5070895

In retrospect, Kyle should’ve seen it coming. In retrospect, he really didn’t. Sequel to might last a day (minus forever).

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Fake it so real

By cherryvanilla

http://archiveofourown.org/works/266865

In which there is a party and seven minutes in heaven.

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 I am beyond fake

By cherryvanilla

http://archiveofourown.org/works/503667

It’s been exactly 24 hours since Kyle was in seven minutes in heaven with Cartman and he hasn’t thought of anything else but the feel of his lips and the press of his body. Sequel to Fake it So Real.

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Disintegration (is the best album)

By dont_take_me_im_seriously

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13325070/chapters/30499041

Kyle's Sunday morning began with an appalling marriage proposal and only got stupider from there. Now he's on the run from the government, stranded in a post-apocalyptic wasteland and contending with the idea that Eric Cartman might just have a heart to break after all.

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Tough Luck & Tough Love

By kylebiased

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13807146/chapters/31746348

Cartman bets he can break his previous bike-jumping record. Kyle bets he cannot. Cartman bets that if he can make said jump, Kyle will have to own-up to his end of their old fourth grade bet, and give him head. Kyle accepts this bet, since he obviously, cannot lose.

Cartman wins and now Kyle, is totally, screwed.

...Only thing Cartman never betted on, however? Finally realizing he's got actual feelings for Kyle.

Now, they're both screwed.

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Put out the fire on us

By I_Already_Forgot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7262815/chapters/16490188

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Cartman cheats at a bet he'd made with Kyle and when the other refuses to pay him Cartman decides to get creative. Kyle knows not to let Cartman goad him into anything, but in the end his ego wins out and through a series of poor decision making they find themselves stranded in the woods all night, handcuffed together, bruised and battered. They have to work together in order to make it through and the near-death experience forces them to talk in ways they haven't before. The ordeal sheds new light on their friendship, and Kyle wonders if things will ever be able to go back to the way they used to be, or if he even really wants them to.

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Hate

By Kymanlvr

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5953936/1/Hate

There are people in this world that would, upon first glance, have looked at them and called them enemies. A story about Kyle and Cartman, and how a series of events bring them closer together. Kyman.

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Hiring Hope

By Partipooper

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10659998/1/Hiring-Hope

Cartman has a job interview to attend, and Kyle has worrying about him to do. (Fluffy & Smutty Kyman One-Shot; Rated M for profanities and sexual scenes.)

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Time Bomb

by sweeticing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13009413

Cartman got therapy, Kyle has a hard-on, and New Year’s Eve remains a cause for celebratory champagne even if you’re locked in a bathroom with your worst enemy.

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In my office, now

by mokocchii (yes i wrote a fic too)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14469690 

Working for Mr. Cartman hasn't been easy. (Or has it?)

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HONORABLE MENTION (If already a kyman fan you’ll get the joke)

Kyle in Chains

By DanniDinmont

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4676235/1/Kyle-in-Chains

Kyle has a problem, and it seems that there's only one solution to it. Slash, Kyle/Cartman.

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I also wanna give a shoutout to these kyman authors, cherryvanilla, shortstackedchessecake96, partipooper, ScribbleSibyl, synapticfirefly, and NocturnalLament for their surplus of quality quantity fics. They’ve written more than what I mentioned on this list, so I highly recommend to read ALL their work regarding Kyman. I suggest to check both their AO3 and FF.net accounts for the full archives of their work. 

Happy Kyman Week everyone! 

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