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“My letters to Rhaenyra, has there been any answer?”
Alicent I love you but, be serious
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Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series
Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angel Roll their Eyes
Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me
Chapter 3: You Could Call Me Babe for the Weekend
Chapter 4: The Best of Times, The Worst of Crimes
Chapter 5: All I Know Since Yesterday Is Everything Has Changed
A very short summary: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker’s crazy schemes.
Word count: 2k
A/N: Hey there! So this took me a bit longer than expected but here it is! I should probably mention that it's an angsty one. Sorry. I hope you guys enjoy it. I'd love to get some feedback :)
Chapter 5: All I Know Since Yesterday Is Everything Has Changed
She woke that morning wishing she didn’t have to leave her room for the rest of the month. That was going to be difficult, however. Kaz would come to drag her out himself if he had to. She knew he would. It was probably best to avoid angering him any further. He had made his anger quite clear the night before.
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Kaz had sent everyone away for the night after having heard their reports and studying the plans for a few more minutes. His gloved fingers had wrapped themselves tightly around her wrist when she’d tried to slip past him.
“Can you get the job done? Or do I have to worry I’ll lose my corporalnik to a king?” His voice had been heavy with disdain.
“Of course, I can do the job, Kaz! How long have I been working for you?” she’d felt panic rise in her, making her nauseous.
“I’ve known Jesper even longer. Doesn’t mean he hasn’t disappointed me.” He snickered. “You haven’t answered my question, Y/N.” The way he’d said her name had sent a shiver down her spine. It had been a barely hidden warning.
“Kaz…” her voice had broken. Would he send me back to Tante Ingrid? She simply couldn’t tell.
“Start tailoring Nikolai and yourself back. I’ll see you in the morning. Do not be late.”
She’d spent the next 3 hours tailoring the king, who threatened to ruin her life by occupying her every thought, and then herself. Nikolai had at least had the decency to stay quiet this time around. She had been far from done when they’d called it a night, but she’d judged it would be enough to keep Kaz off her back.
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Y/N got ready quickly, keeping Kaz’s warning in mind. She shrugged off her nightgown. She’d slept terribly. She pulled her white shirt over her head, tucking it in the pants she’d chosen for the day. Her mind kept travelling back to Nikolai’s kiss and Kaz’s terrifying fury. She loosely tied the strings at her shirt’s collar, letting the delicate bow rest on her chest. Her brain seemed to be stuck playing both moments repeatedly. It was ridiculous. Nikolai had only kissed her to keep up the act. There was no reason to jeopardize her place with the crows over something so meaningless. So why couldn’t her mind stop bringing it up?
When she finally reached the music room that currently served as their boss’ office, Inej sent her a look of pity from her perch on Kaz’s armchair. Great, she thought, Kaz is still mad.
Jesper and Wylan were lounging, limbs tangled, on a small couch. She nodded to them, returning their greetings, making her way to the opened glass-paneled doors leading to the garden. She watched Marya Hendriks paint while they waited for Nikolai and Zoya to join them. The older woman was working on a beautiful landscape of the Geldcanal. Y/N focused whole-heartedly on the paintbrush strokes letting them erase the memories of the previous night from her mind as they went. She knew it wasn’t permanent, the problem would still exist once Marya stopped painting, but it brought her comfort for the time being.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, your royal highness” Kaz’s raspy voice brought her back to the present. His rage and disdain were barely leashed. She turned in time to catch the surprised look on Nikolai’s face. She might have thought it was funny if she wasn’t so scared of what Kaz could do.
“Good morning, are my general and I late?” Nikolai schooled his feature into a charming grin. “Though, you know, I was under the impression that Kings couldn’t be late, everyone else is simply early.”
Just when Y/N thought it was impossible, Kaz’s eyes darkened further. Nikolai had managed to make him angrier somehow. Kaz sneered, “You are late.” They were in for a horrible day.
The air felt colder than it had a few minutes prior to the Ravkans’ arrival. Kaz continued, “The first part of the job was a success. However, that was the easy part.” He sent a pointed look her way. “The next part will require everyone to follow the plan to the letter.”
She flinched. Kaz isn’t mad. He is livid. She moved away from the open doors opting to take place on the arm of the couch where Wylan and Jesper were still lounging. Jesper reached for her, letting his hand rest on her thigh, giving it a small squeeze as if he felt her distress. She was thankful for that small gesture. It would help her endure Kaz’s wrath.
“I still need time to figure everything out. These blueprints do give us the layout of the factory and the warehouse, but we still don’t have the guards’ rounds schedule. We’ll also need to find out the shipment schedule.”
Inej interrupted him “I’ll take care of that. Just keep planning, I do quite enjoy your scheming face.” Y/N always loved getting a glimpse of their relationship. It was always subtle, but they clearly did love each other. It was endearing how much they did.
Kaz’s features seemed to soften a bit at that. “Of course, my darling. Perhaps General Nazyalensky can be of some assistance.”
Zoya nodded. “Sure, we’ll get you the information. Just make sure we have a way out with the plans and the prototypes we need.”
Kaz nodded and turned back to Y/N his gaze cold and hard. “You’re not done with your tailoring.” It wasn’t a question, it was a critic. She felt a chill travel down her back. “You have to finish this morning before either of you can leave the house.” He considered her for a moment. “Use your room. We can’t risk a servant seeing you like this.”
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They’d left the room a few minutes later. Y/N leading the way to her room at the Hendriks mansion. She had been quiet, practically ignoring him the whole way. Only turning to him once to check if he was following her. Her brows were furrowed. Nikolai wasn’t sure if she was mad at him or scared. Scared of what? Me? Or Brekker?
Nikolai now watched her from his seat at the end of the bed as she readied her tailoring kit. She had tailored her body back the night before, but she still had ways to go before she was sporting her beautiful features again. She had her back turned to him, her olive pants hugging the soft curves of her hips just right. Nikolai’s mind kept travelling back to the night before and the outfit the Grisha had chosen for the day wasn’t helping him at all. He wanted to rest his hands on her hips and pull her body to his. He wanted to feel her comforting curves pressed against him, closer than they had been the night before, the fabric of her skirt no longer in the way.
He watched her finally settle in front of the mirrored desk, raising her hands to her face. He was glad she was starting with herself. It would give him time to gain full control of his brain again. He observed the careful movements of her fingers for what felt like hours. He was grateful for the time she’d bought him, until he saw her face as she made her way to him. He couldn’t help but glance at her full lips. He wondered just how different it would feel to kiss her now. Saints, I forgot just how naturally gorgeous she was. The urge to pull her closer was threatening to overwhelm him.
“So, I guess I’m only undoing my own tailoring? Not Genya Safin’s? You still need to look like Sturmhond.” She sounded guarded.
“Yeah. I don’t think you could handle how handsome I really look.” He saw her jaw tick. Saints, what a stupid thing to say. And why did I wink at her again? She’s obviously uncomfortable.
He watched her carefully as she came to a stop, standing between his thighs. Nikolai could feel his heart hammering in his chest. She was standing so close he worried she could hear it. If she did, she made no mention of it. “This is gonna hurt. Tell me if you need a break.” She sounded determined; all traces of her previous insecurity gone. He only nodded, not trusting his voice with her standing so close to him, her floral scent drifting his way due to the soft breeze coming from the open window.
Her fingers were surprisingly cold against his skin. He felt the familiar itch of tailoring as she started before the pain of bone remodeling fully settled in. He tried to stay as still as possible, focusing on the concentration etched in the girl’s features instead of the pain. He felt her set his jaw back, making sure Sturmhond’s characteristically pointed chin was just right. She had made a few adjustments the night before, but she hadn’t done any major alterations. He kept watching her as she set the rest of his face back. Her shirt had slipped dangerously lower on her chest as she worked. The small bow coming lose. It was driving Nikolai completely crazy. He wanted to reach out and finish untying the damned strings. He didn’t think he could take much more of this absolute torture. She was almost done with reworking the bone when he saw her bite her bottom lip, completely lost in her work. He was about to finally lose the last sliver of decency he had been holding on to for the last hour when she straightened up suddenly. She backed away to take in her work.
“I think that should be it for facial structure. I’ll work on your eyes next, and I’ll finish with your hair.” She seemed more at ease now. Whatever had been bothering her almost forgotten.
She took her place back between his legs reaching up to his face once more. Her fingers came to rest on his cheek.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. It was a mistake.” Nikolai blurted out. He could’ve sworn he saw hurt flash in Y/N’s beautiful green eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He must have imagined it. He saw her straighten her spine, her shoulders tensing up.
“Whatever, we got out. We got the job done. It doesn’t matter.” Any scrap of ease she’d gained was gone as she turned her back to him, taking a few steps towards the mirrored desk. Why did you have to open your mouth? Nikolai Nothing. Nikolai the Bastard. Pretender. Nikolai the fool. He had clearly upset her.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to upset you. Brekker told me you worked at one of the pleasure houses before… I just – I didn’t mean to cross a line.”
She whirled back towards him. Fury burning in her deep green eyes. “He had no right.” she hissed. Her rage melted quickly however, leaving her looking panicked. Nikolai saw her hands start to shake before she clenched her fists.
Another blunder. “He only told me because I asked about your tattoo.” Her hand flew to the bare skin of her arm hiding the iris burned into her skin from him. I am only making it worse, he realized. I should really learn to stop talking so much.
She lowered her head. “He’s going to send me back.” Her voice was trembling. She sounded absolutely terrified at the idea. Nikolai wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her. Why would she think that? Surely Brekker wouldn’t do that. She’s a corporalnik. If Brekker is actually stupid enough to part with such a gifted Grisha, she could have a place with the Second Army. She could have a place in Ravka… She could have a place with me.
“You could–” Nikolai didn’t get to finish his sentence. Inej had opened the door and walked in carrying a tray with tea and biscuits.
“Figured, you two were probably hungry!” Her warm smile faltered when she saw Y/N’s expression. “Everything alright?”
“Thank you Inej. You are absolutely right!” She laughed; all traces of her panic gone. “I’m starving. I could eat a stack of waffles as tall as you!” A talented corporalnik and actress, Nikolai thought.
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all roads they lead me here
This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong
This is the last time I say it's been you all along
This is the last time I let you in my door
This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore
“Hey it’s Alex, leave me a message or whatever.”
“Alex, it's Jo. I just talked to your mom because you weren’t answering my calls and she said she hasn’t seen you or heard from you in awhile. So… please call me back. I just need to know you’re okay. I love you.”
“It’s me. It’s just been… A really long day and all I really want to do is curl up in bed with you. But you’re not here and you’re not in Iowa and I’m starting to worry that you’re dead in a ditch somewhere. Anyways I love you, please call me back.”
“Hi, it’s me again. Jo, you know your wife? The woman you married? I just… I’m worried about you and the longer I don’t hear from you the more worried I get. So please just call me back. I love you.”
“Alex, please pick up the phone. I don’t care where you are or what you’ve been doing. I don’t care if you’ve… committed murder or something. I don’t know, I just… I need you to answer me. If you’re not coming home I need to know so please just stop my wondering and answer me. Please. I love you, call me back.”
Alex sighed as he listened to the plethora of voicemails that Jo had left for him, her voice sounding more desperate the more messages she left. He wanted to call her, to answer one of her phone calls but he didn’t think it was fair to her. How was he supposed to drag her away from Seattle and everyone they loved to come to the middle of nowhere? How could he ask her to make that sacrifice when he was struggling to accept it himself?
As if hearing his thoughts, his phone screen lit up with a photo of Jo and him on their wedding day. Despite his doubts and worries Alex punched the green accept button and brought the phone up to his ear.
“Alex? Is that you?”
He only hesitates for a moment before letting out a sigh and answering, “Yeah it’s me.”
The relieved sigh and barely concealed tears break his heart as he listens to Jo on the other line. This was why he couldn’t go back, why he couldn’t face Jo again. Just hearing her on the other end of the phone was breaking his heart, he knew if he stood across from her and told her the choice he’d made that he would never be able to walk away.
“Oh my god, I thought you were dead,” Jo’s voice rang across the line, cries punctuating her words as she spoke a mile a minute. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt or in trouble or anything are you?”
“No… No, I'm okay. I’m fine I promise.”
“Good then where the hell are you,” Jo’s voice went from worried to stern in a flash, her tone almost scaring Alex as he listened to her. “I haven’t seen you in a month and a half and no one has been able to contact you for almost three weeks now. I thought you were lying in a coma somewhere so you better have a damn good reason as to why you haven’t been answering your phone.”
Of course she was angry, she had every right to be. If Alex were in Jo’s shoes he would’ve lost his mind trying to figure out where she was. But he wasn’t, instead he was lying in a hotel room thousands of miles away from Seattle keeping a huge secret from his wife who he normally told everything to. Alex let his eyes roam to the crisp white envelope on the bedside table next to him, Jo’s name in large letters across the front of it.
“It’s a long story, Jo.”
“Well start talking then Alex. I have been losing my mind here and I deserve an explanation,” Jo paused for a moment, her voice coming back clear and resolute when she spoke again. “If you’re leaving us, if you’re not coming home I need you to say it. I can’t keep sitting here playing back everything I’ve done trying to figure out what I did wrong.”
“Jo you haven’t done anything wrong, you could never,” Alex is quick to stop the destructive thoughts he knows are swirling around in Jo’s head. A deep pang of guilt hits him as he realizes that his lack of communication has probably torn her apart. “I’m just trying to figure some things out and… that might mean I don’t come back to Seattle.”
The line is silent and for a long moment Alex almost thinks that she’s hung up on him. Finally Jo speaks again, “You're telling me I didn’t do anything wrong but you’re not coming home? I don’t get it. Can you just tell me what's really happening?”
“I have kids.”
“I was going to-“
“With Izzie. She used the embryos and she has twins. We have twins,”
The all consuming silence from the other end of the line surrounds him once again. This time though, the pause felt like the heaviest thing he’d ever felt, the weight settling on his chest and taking his breath with it as he waited for Jo to respond to him.
“Oh.”
“Jo, I had no idea. I called Izzie before Mer’s trial and I was telling her all about you and then… then I heard them in the background. Alexis was singing some song and Eli was yelling at her to stop and I couldn’t not ask about them,” Alex let out a sigh as he ran a hand across his face. “They’re perfect Jo, god they're… They’re everything, the best of me and the best of Izzie. I have a chance to make this family whole, and I just hope you love me back enough to let me ta-“
“You have a family here too Alex! You have people that are depending on you and waiting for you to come home,” Jo was on the verge of tears and she yelled down the line, her voice trembling as she tried to get her point across. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or answer your phone? God Alex I love you but sometimes you can be so stupid. I’m looking up flights now, I can get there tomorrow afternoon.”
“No babe, I don’t need you to come out here.”
“Then tell me what I’m supposed to do! Because I’ve been sitting at home for the last month and a half waiting for you to come home and that didn’t do anything.”
Alex let out a sigh, his shoulders falling as he leaned back against the headboard of his hotel bed, “Jo I’m sorry but I have kids and I need to be here for them. I’ve already missed five years of their lives, I don’t want to miss anymore.”
“Then let me come out there Alex! If you’re planning on staying why won’t you let me come out,” the next pause that comes is from Alex as Jo let’s his silence answer her questions. “You really weren’t planning on coming back to me, were you?”
“Jo, please-“
“No Alex! You don’t just choose to end things without asking me! It's like the past seven years have meant nothing to you,” a steadying breath sounded over the line, Alex’s heart beating out of time as he listened to Jo. “You cannot just leave us here like garbage Alex. I deserve more than that, we deserve more than that! So either you come home or…. Fuck! I don’t know. Alex please.”
Alex thinks he can almost tangibly feel his heart breaking in two as Jo cries out to him. He loves her, more than anything he thinks, but he has children and their faces pop into his mind every second of the day now. He can’t fathom leaving them after already missing so much of their lives.
“Were you even planning on coming back home? Or were you just going to ignore my calls until I got the hint.”
“I didn't know she would have my kids, and now that she does, I don't know how to look anyone in the eye if I don't stay and do everything I can to make this work, make this a life, make this a family,” Alex’s pauses to catch his breath, listening to Jo’s cries. “I never meant to hurt you Jo-“
“Then you should’ve told me! You knew for weeks before you left and you didn’t say anything. You just kissed me and laughed at my jokes and ate dinner across from me crawled into bed next to me and made love to me like nothing was wrong. But the whole time you were just counting down the days until you left without another word,” her breaths are unsteady now, Jo hyperventilating on the other end of the phone in a way that makes Alex want to forget everything he’s seen in Kansas. “I can’t breathe, I can’t do this Alex. If you’re leaving us just say it. Please.”
“Jo, I’m sorry-“
“Just say it!”
“I wish getting everything I always wanted didn't have to hurt you in the process. But I can't lie to you. And I can't come home,” Alex is forcing the words out, barely able to say them without bursting into tears himself. “I'm not coming home, Jo. I can't face you. I can't look you in the eye because I wouldn't be able to walk away.”
“And that doesn’t mean anything to you? Everything we worked for, every uphill battle we fought to be together means nothing now? Did you ever think I would go with you, no questions asked,” Jo takes a deep breath before finishing. “I get that you have kids in Kansas, but you have a family here too Alex and we’ve been here for years, we’re always going to be here waiting and wondering and… I have to go. I love you and I’m sorry we weren’t enough.”
The line finally drops silent and Alex lets the tears he’d been holding back fall. He thinks he’s making the right choice, being there for his kids and giving them what he and Jo never had as children. But the pain and aching in his heart make him second guess his decision, if only for a moment.
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It’s two days after his phone call with Jo when Alex realizes that he might have royally screwed everything up. His eyes follow Eli and Alexis around the farmyard as Izzie tells him about their life.
“We were actually in Tacoma before moving out to Kansas. Well, really it was just me but I was already four months pregnant by the time I decided to move,” Izzie let a chuckle out as Alex’s brain began to work overtime. “Somehow we made it though, I swear those two have been keeping me on my toes since they were in the womb.”
Alex ran back Jo’s words from their conversation in slow motion. He had played them over and over again in his head since she’d hung up on him but now he realized they might have a new meaning.
“If you’re leaving us, if you’re not coming home I need you to say it.”
“You have a family here too Alex!”
“You cannot just leave us here like garbage Alex. I deserve more than that, we deserve more than that!”
“We’re always going to be here waiting and wondering.”
“I love you and I’m sorry we weren’t enough.”
Sure she might have meant Meredith and her kids and the family he’d found for himself in Seattle but Alex knew Jo better than that.
“You know what I mean,” Izzie’s voice snapped Alex out of his daze, his eyes glassy as he looked from his hands to the blonde next to him. “You okay?”
“I uh… I think my wife is pregnant.”
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It’s nearly 10 PM when a knock sounds on the loft door. Jo almost doesn’t get up from her spot on the couch as her fatigued body sinks into the cushions, reasoning with herself that anyone of importance has a key. When there’s another knock however, she begrudgingly drags herself up to slide the metal door open.
“Oh my god…”
Standing in front of her is Alex, eyes tired and hair damp from the near constant downpour of Seattle rain. She tries to ignore the suitcase at his feet, not wanting to get her hopes up when they’d already been so crushed just a week before when she’d spoken to him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I walked away from you and from all of this,” Alex runs a hand through his hair, his gaze floating to the ceiling as he struggles to keep his composure. “I want to be here Jo, you mean everything to me.”
“How am I supposed to believe that? How am I supposed to let you back in when I know you were about to leave me without a word,” she’s begging herself not to cry right now, she’s done enough of that in the past week. But her stupid hormones bring tears to her eyes that she tries unsuccessfully to blink away. “Alex, you were ready to walk away from everything we’ve built without so much as a goodbye!”
“I know but-“
“But what?! Izzie sent you back home? Your conscience suddenly crawled back into your body after taking a two month vacation,” Jo’s voice rises as she stares Alex down. “What do you think you could possibly say that would make this better?”
Alex takes a step forward and Jo can’t bring herself to step away from him. Her mind is swirling, tears stinging her eyes as she meets his gaze, “Jo, I’m sorry.”
“Well sorry doesn't fix everything Alex.”
There’s a quiet moment between them as they stand mere inches from each other, eyes locked but no words exchanged. Alex does look remorseful, like every decision he had excluded her from is finally weighing heavily on his shoulders.
“I’m not going back to Kansas. Well, I’m not staying there at least,” Jo blinks up at Alex, waiting for him to continue before she says anything else. “I love my kids, god they're perfect, but that’s not where I belong. And I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize that, I’m sorry it took you yelling at me to realize that because it just confirmed that I should’ve talked to you as soon as I found out.”
Alex takes another step forward, his chest almost touching hers as his hand comes up to cradle the curve of her stomach that one of his old shirts had hidden. In the month and a half that he’s been gone Jo’s figure had curved outward significantly, the baby bump now noticeable no matter what she wore. She’s not sure how he’d figured it out, but the simple act breaks the flimsy hold she has on her emotions. Instead of the tears she’d become so used to though, Jo finds herself overwhelmed with anger as she pushes away from Alex.
“If this is why you're back you can turn around and leave again.”
"It's not…. Well it is but it's not the only reason."
"Alex!”
“Just listen please. I'm not back because we're having a baby, I’m back because you being pregnant made me realize how stupid I was being when I decided to move to Kansas. Eli and Alexis... They're amazing, but they were amazing before I got there too. And I don't want to be a dad without you by my side. I want it all with you Jo and I know that might be hard to believe right now but-“
Before Alex finished his statement Jo had launched herself into his arms, tears staining his shirt where she had her face pressed against his chest, "I'm still pissed at you but these stupid hormones all telling me to give you another chance.”
“Thank god, I didn't have a backup plan if you kicked me out again.”
"But,” Jo leaned up and fixed Alex with a serious look. "This is your last chance. If you EVER screw up this badly again…”
“I won't.”
Jo leans back, pressing her lips to Alex’s as she pulled him into the loft, “Welcome home.”
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Come Back to Me
Summary: Shawn missing big events leaves to beautiful memories and Christmas miracles
Pairing: Shawn x fem!Nurse!Reader
Warnings: swearing, light angst, fluff, flashback heavy, holiday feelings
A/N: Yup. Surprise. Also flashbacks are in italics, per usual. Also I am not Canadian so I don’t know if y’all celebrate Remembrance Day. For the sake of this story, pretend that it’s the equivalent to Thanksgiving.
Shawn took your hand as you barreled down the sidewalk, laughs flying past you in the wind. Tonight had been a perfect date, something great to wrap the summer up, full of time alone with your favorite guy (and your favorite wine). He had been planning this for weeks now, and you can even remember him talking about this back in June when his tour had been announced. The pandemic put a damper on your two’s plans since March, but once the numbers started decreasing did he get calls from managers, and then... there was another world tour. You weren’t mad, music was his passion. Even though you two would be wrapped in each other’s arms after a lovely night, you could tell behind his eyes he longed to play the guitar for different cities.
That’s why tonight was so important, because he started packing and planning, then he would leave on Wednesday for Prague. And of course, your job needed you in Toronto. While Canada hasn’t experienced any significantly alarming numbers, there were still cases rolling in. You insisted that Shawn goes on tour, so much that you had to pay for his first ticket yourself (he payed you back, though. He insisted).
Shawn skidded to a stop, turning around and putting his hands on your shoulders. “Now promise me you’re gonna close your eyes, just for a few seconds.”
You huffed and shrugged your shoulders, “Shawn I’m out of breathe, you made me run in heels for about half a mile... Give me 5 minutes instead.” With a quick chuckle, he pecked your lips and turned you around. You heard his shuffling from those black boots he wears to rubble, then decided to look around. He somehow managed to find a quaint park, with a nice bubbling fountain and family’s scattered around. Dogs were running a lit in the distance, and the bustle of the city wasn’t nearly as booming as it usually is. This was nice.
“Okay, turn around.”
With a giggle, you turned around to see Shawn on one knee. Behind him was a tree strung with lights that were glowing, and underneath the tree was champagne and a radio playing your two’s song, Turning the Page (Yeah, we know it’s from Twilight, but that doesn’t stop it from being any less romantic). He was kneeled on a red and white picnic blanket, the typical one you’d see in catalogues for fall. On the blanket were rose petals scattered.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you have changed my life for the better. The moment you saw me in the E.R., and had to take care of my broken hand, I knew you were just as kind and gentle as you looked. Once you let me in, and take you on that shitty first date, I got to see the real you. The you that cries during every Disney movie, the you that would bring me breakfast in bed when I had a rough day, the you that would rescue a damn pigeon off the street because it looked sad. You are the most sincere, selfless, and intelligent woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I don’t want ever want to stop or slow down. You have become my life and my rock, I’m completely lost without you. I am utterly in love with you, (Y/N). I want us to have a family, I want to make an album for you, and everything in between. Will you please marry me?”
You shuddered awake, looking quickly at your blaring alarm from the end table. Picking it up and turning it off, the time read 4:25 A.M., signaling it was time to get ready for work. You got up, and went to open the blinds to your bedroom, watching the snow fall steadily. Slipping on your socks and bathrobe, you shuffled to the kitchen to get a cup of tea brewing before you hit the shower.
Mornings like this weren’t incredibly tough anymore, once Shawn was gone on tour. He face-timed you once a week because of tour, sent you letters and packages from your favorite cities, and even had roses delivered on your birthday. And of course, he always said, “Lemme see it. I wanna see you wear that pretty ring. There it is, there she is, soon-to-be Mrs. Mendes.”
Slipping in the hot shower, you played some of his songs, some of your regular playlists, and when you were throwing on your outfit, your two’s song. You missed Shawn. He had missed your two’s favorite holiday, Halloween, where you two always did the cheesy couple costumes. He missed your birthday, but he sent his family in place. He missed Remembrance Day, because in Europe that wasn’t a thing. And tomorrow is Christmas, where he has no sign of coming home whatsoever. That’s fine, though, because you took the long shift at the hospital.
When the song came to an end, you threw on your coat and snow boots, grabbing all the food and equipment you would need for a 12-hour and began to head out. Shawn sent you his daily vlog and you watched that on the shuttle. Once that was over, you got to the hospital where you would forget about your slightly more aching heart. After work, the routine would basically go in reverse. Commute home, get back into your pajama’s, drink some tea, get dinner, and go to bed, where you would have a restless night in an empty bed.
“When do you think we should have the wedding?”
Shawn looked over, a piece of popcorn hanging onto his lip like a lifeline. His cheeks were flushed and he still looked a little sweaty from the show he just played at TD Garden. He knew you were doing the planning to keep yourself from descending into madness (well, not entirely, but you only brought it up when you really missed him). “I think we should do a summer/fall sort of wedding, like when the leaves are red but it isn’t freezing by 5, ya know?”
You hummed in agreement, a smile picking at the corners of your mouth. “I completely agree. Do you want it to be outdoors then, because of the leaves?”
Shawn took another few things of popcorn from the bag and popped them into his swollen lips, he always licked them when he was frustrated by how a show went, or just when his mind was reeling. “I think we should get married outdoors, and then have the reception indoors. Kind of like-”
“Twilight...”
You both looked at the screen and snorted, sending both of you into fits of hysteria. “Shawn, we really base our relationship off of those books, didn’t we?” He looked over, licking his lips once again. “Explain, babe. I get a little bit, but our whole relationship?”
You shuffled in the bed a little bit, “Hear me out, Shawn-y boy. We met when you were hurt and I had to save you, or more-so your career. Edward saved Bella from the car, right? Right. So, there’s that. Then that girl who you worked on the album with tried to get you on the few dates, but that was long after we were official. Boom, Jacob plot line. Then you leave me for your first tour, which I get 100%, so don’t be upset over that. But the girl you worked with saw you kind of sad and made it her mission to befriend you and then attempt to change your mind over me... And our song is the one from their wedding, and we want an outdoors-y wedding.....”
Shawn looked at the screen, then back to the popcorn leaking butter in his hands. “Damn. So you’re saying that I’m Bella?” You began to shake your head, cheeks turning red. “Maybe I meant that wrong, but-”
“No, no you’re saying I’m Bella. Does that mean I get to wear the dress? I cannot wait to get married with no emotions and then have the ugliest CGI baby in the history of cinematics. Aren’t you so excited for that, my love?”
“Absolutely thrilled.”
The alarm on your phone blared once again, pulling you from Shawn. You picked up the phone, getting a few “Merry Christmas” texts from family and friends. You assumed Shawn was out partying with his crew mates, plus it must’ve been a busy day altogether. Turning off the alarm and standing, you pulled on the slippers and followed your routine again.
Once it got to 6:07, and still no text from Shawn, you decided to call him. Immediately, you were sent to voicemail. With a sigh, you waited for voicemail.
“Hey bubs, Merry Christmas! I miss you more than ever, it’s snowing here pretty rough. I know you’d probably go outside right about now and insist to make a snowman or some angels, so that might be a mission for me after work. Um, I wanted to let you know that I love you so much, and I hope you’re having fun on tour... The apartment isn’t the same without you here, especially around this time. You’re probably having fun with your friends and I don’t wanna intrude on that, so I’ll hang up. I love you Shawn, be careful. Stay safe, come back to me soon. Bye.”
Wiping the tear that fell down your cheek, you stepped outside your apartment, hopped into the elevator and began the commute to your shift. You got to work on record time, beginning your patient rounds and vitals, then celebrating with the coworkers. Working 6:30 AM-9:30 PM would be a tough one, but whatever to keep you under that roof. Plus, double-time because of the holiday.
Once it hit 9:30, you booked it out of the hospital and onto the shuttle. Your eyes were barely open as you saw the texts from Shawn.
(Shawn) 7:59 AM: Hey babe, I’m so sorry I didn’t answer your call! I can’t wait to see your face tonight, you still up for FaceTime?
(Shawn) 9:26 AM: I bet you’re busy, but I’m gonna be in a few conferences and doing press so I won’t be able to talk for a while. Love you!
(Shawn) 3:14 PM: (Y/N) I don’t think we can FaceTime tonight, I have to do something for a fan and it’s really important. I am so sorry.
(Shawn) 8:44 PM: Are you mad at me or are you still working?
(Shawn) 9:32 PM: Something is waiting for you at home, it’s your gift. I hope this can make up for the call!
You hopped out of the shuttle, heart feeling extra heavy as you walked into the apartment. The string lights and streamers along the walls were taunting you as the elevator brought you to your floor, and you tried to compose yourself until you would get inside. Stepping up to your door, you looked for the present, to no avail.
(Y/N) 9:45 PM: Shawn I don’t see a package
(Shawn) 9:45 PM: Mom must’ve brought it inside, I’m sure it’s there.
With a huff, you shoved the key into the door, and walked inside. Chucking your purse and coat onto the hooks, while flinging off your shoes, you composed yourself enough to look for the package. If he got it express-shipped it had to be good. Checking the kitchen was no luck, and the living room looked normal.
(Shawn) 9:48 PM: Bedroom, babe
With a gasp, you quickly buzzed to the bedroom, and laid your hand on the door. You stopped, hesitant to what was behind the door. What if it isn’t him? Taking a deep breath, you dismissed the negative thought and opened.
The room was filled with lit tea lights, rose petals on the bed and the floor, and Shawn. He was standing there in that chunky-white knit sweater you loved, with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers, and your favorite song playing softly in the background.
You gasped, running into his arms with a squeal and sob, him mimicking the sound. He held onto the small of your back, and one hand on the back of your neck, and you felt his tears falling onto your skin. “I missed you so much, (Y/N). You don’t even know.” He pulled back slightly pressing his lips to yours in a soft embrace.
After a minute of kissing, you pulled back. “Merry Christmas, Shawn.”
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”
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'Depends on the Wagon' liveblog!
I saw someone do timestamps in their liveblog and it was absolutely lovely, so I think I'll try that too
1:55 why does Curtain sound like an mlm ceo LMAO
2:07 WOW ASSHOLE 😂😂 waving off your own teacher when he was complimenting you is not the vibe
2:17 so Dr. Curtian is only available through chain emails. Got it.
2:27 he seems like the kind of asshole to say that people on welfare are lazy and exploitave but then like, not pay his taxes
2:42 I DON'T LIKE HOW HE SAID THAT, THAT WAS CREEPY
2:47 oooooh Constance, always asking the right questions
3:05 Kate, why are you yelling, it's literally past curfew 😂
3:35 oh hai Jackson.. gtfo
4:22 oh yeah, the best way out is through the hallway that Jackson just entered. Good plane, babe.
4:25 soooo Kate Depending On Friends arc :)
4:59 AYYY HI RHONDA!!
5:13 why do I kinda fucking love then all deciphering the Morse code together
5:20 so the kids use the gemini riddle? Not the adults???
5:36 his face when he figures it out 😭😭😭
5:46 Nathaniel? Guess that's Dr. Curtain's name now. Less ridiculous than Ledroptha, but you dont get the badass Let Drop the Curtain reference
6:53 okay so no one knew he had a brother? But he did???
7:21 his faaaace 🥺
7:29 AWWW HE COULDNT BRING HIMSELF TO SHARE 😭😭😭 okay I'm kinda on board with the change if they can make it work in the long-haul
7:42 hi Milligan, good timing 😂
7:56 "not the time.........I'll take a dozen" Number Two my LOVE
8:23 interesting. I dont think Mr. Benedict was adopted in the books? He certainly didn't let Violet's family, the Hopefields, because he knew their financial troubles would be even worse. So who?
8:54 ohhhh dear, stages of grief at work. Maybe don't do that
9:05 I talked about this in the MBS discord server, but I think the show is really nailing Mr. Benedict's feelings. He's always been an emotional person, but he has to be so careful. Bottling up your feelings only leads to bigger feelings later. It makes so much sense for Mr. Benedict to be a whirlpool of strong, repressed emotions.
9:11 MILLIGAN'S FACE JAHAHS
9:34 RHONDA'S FACE HAGSKDGDJ
9:40 Mr. Benedict, sweetheart 🥺❤
10:01 "brothers stick together" why does it sound like he's talking about Reynie here 😭😭😭😭
10:12 that is a good ass point, Mr. Benedict already lied to them once
10:21 it makes sense for Sticky to be the one questioning the most because of his anxiety, but damn
10:46 AWWWWWW
10:56 KATE MAKING A BED FORT KATE MAKING A BED FORT KATE MAKING A BED FORT
11:00 I dont like how aggressive Kate is but it makes sense considering she's been in the circus for years, taking care of herself for far longer than she hasn't. She's not good at depending on people, and she's not good with difficult people.
11:10 Yeahh, Constance gets it!
11:40 Yeahhh, Constance gets it
12:55 that teacher seemed pretty nice last episode, nice to see that they're not what they seem just the same as Dr. Curtain lol
13:28 CONSTANCE I LOVE YOU 😂😂
14:00 "check again" okay so Krista from the tests and Martina give off the same vibe.. perfect 😂
14:16 "yeah......hang in there :D"
15:05 all of the apologies to the general class.. he's such an anxious sweetheart. He's really reading as autistic to me.
My sister just called me 😑 it's like 8 am, I answered her like "did you ever consider that you might be waking me up?" She did not consider that 😂
15:22 Martina's face just growing more and more annoyed and disgruntled HAHA
15:29 that was CORRECT?? WHAAAA
15:51 throwback to when I compared Dr. Curtain to an mlm ceo.. definitely like a cult
16:44 ohhhh Martina
17:30 CONSTANCE HEARING VOICES HELLOOOOO
18:22 ayyyyyy helper man
18:40 he seems too cheery to be a helper .-. The helpers all being super sad made [redacted]'s story make a whole lot more sense
19:35 aaaand now we get to it. You know, it really does seem a lot more cultish on screen than in the book
19:53 WAIT CONSTANCE GOOD JOB PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER 😂😂😂😂
19:53 that cut to Milligan making that exact face was INCREDIBLE
20:05 was he tryna leave? Yeah, good fuckin luck bucko
20:10 "critical papers at home" my ass, they packed everything up
20:24 the stages of grief back at it. 🥺
20:38 their relationship >>>>
21:00 "located in the..?" *description of envelope* "located in the....?" *more description* "located in the????" 😂😂😂😂
21:34 ohhhhh Thursday must be the student ranking day
21:56 Martina seems like the kind to throw out "pick a god and pray" as a crit quote 😂
22:07 I don't see any of the Society'a names on the list. Maybe they havent been there long enough
22:17 OH SHIT JK THERE THEY ARE
22:25 ohh Kate and Constance
22:55 the combination of the ferry horn and the bell makes it weirdly grim
23:55 them bringing Kate up and reminding her that she's needed 😌✨
24:29 hi Milligan bb ilyyyy
24:35 real good lookout guys, y'all are so well hidden
24:52 AYY HE'S DOING IT KATE STYLE
26:31 "visionary" is a word for it
26:31 I really kinda love that Number Two and Rhonda are going to such depths to try and help Mr. Benedict figure this out for sure
26:56 Mr. Benedict fully walking away while they talk about his brothers accomplishments 😂 I'm laughing, but poor guy
27:08 his FACE 🥺
27:28 HERE'S THAT TANTRUM FROM THE TRAILER
27:28 take your guesses how many times will he fall asleep
27:50 "he just has to work through some things" you dont fuckin say
27:55 you mean to tell me he had a full blown meltdown and they didn't show him falling asleep once??
28:35 like father like daughter 😌✨
29:10 ayyyy secret desk compartment
29:19 honestly I'm surprised there were actually papers he needed and it wasnt an excuse to go confront Dr. Curtain
29:32 oh shit, how'd they manage to get that far inside? No one was there to guard it, but the maze itself is a security measure
29:42 KATE STYLE STRIKES AGAIN
29:47 ooooh I like Dr. Curtain's office
30:01 WAS THAT SQ AND DID HE JUST CALL DR. CURTAIN HIS DAD
30:41 birds have careers. Got it 😂
30:50 JOURNAAAL
31:02 the fox?? Reynard the fox???
31:27 ohhh here we go, Dr. Curtain sees himself in Reynie only to resent it later
31:37 Mr. Benedict called Reynie a leader once too.. the parallels have ✨begun✨
32:12 is this the "keep your enemies close" conversation??
32:15 I'm honestly surprised he called him Sticky and not George
32:42 IT IS SQ IT IS SQ IT IS SQ
32:59 sooo that starts by not letting his caution down with you
33:11 Dr. Curtain congratulating himself mid-conversation on saying something deep is so in character
33:20 "I was betrayed by someone very close to me" so that was Mr. Benedict. Who the fuck else would it be
33:23 WHAT DID I SAAAAY
33:31 oh noooo Reynie starts doubting Mr. Benedict here? Is that the move?
33:43 that transition was so pretty stoppp
33:53 again how hasn't he fallen asleep
34:55 ayyyy journal snooping
35:05 Constance, my love, you are cut throat
35:11 Milligan is in the DRYWALL? ohh buddy be careful
35:21 omfg are they talking about water polo 😂 I love that that's the sport of choice
35:51 ayyyy they put the Milligan dots together too. Shame the guy's not with them rn
36:36 so Mr. Benedict brings up cheating first? I really like how we get to see the adults riddling out what to send back, we didn't get that at all in the books
37:46 I LOVE THAT THEY KEPT "don't get caught"
38:51 Kate riddling out the island schematics engineer style is so like her
39:07 they're just walking out the door?? Huh???
39:29 babe... turn off your flashlight
39:33 AND THAT'S WHY
39:58 is that the precursor to chuckroot?
40:38 the papers were from his orphanage 🥺🥺🥺
41:14 why does that break my heart
41:19 Dr. Curtain and SQ doing shit together it just.. so heartwarming
42:00 HAHA
42:16 okay, so show!Curtain is a kissass 😂
42:35 wait wait wait so Dr. Curtain is actively trying to contain his brother? That would explain why the Recruiters were looking for him and weirdly not the kids
43:25 "power wants to be free" sounds more like a personal mantra than a conversation between engineers
43:41 YES A LETTER TO MISS PERUMAL
44:02 more voices. Poor Connie girl 🥺
44:36 he loves her so much 😭😭😭
44:45 SHE TRIED TO SEND HIM A CARE PACKAGE
45:13 WORRIED MOM TIMEEE
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On the Clock II
[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Reader]
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: Adult Content
Part 1
You check your makeup in your phone’s camera for the umpteenth time, setting any microscopic hair out of place back from whence it came
Yahya sighs. “That light’s gonna blind my ass before we get there. You look good already.”
You barely register what he says, looking for your lippie again. “Last time I’m buying this color. It’s getting patchy as we speak.”
Yahya rolls the steering wheels in his hand tightly as he pulls off the highway and down the calmer streets as the destination is announced on GPS.
“Patchy? How does it get patchy when it goes on smooth?” Yahya questions as he pulls into a parking space.
“Haha! A question I wish the makeup industry would solve and eradicate, sir! You drove too fast, hang on. My nose is kind of shiny.”
Yahya turns off the engine and unbuckles himself. “Uh uh, nope. Put that down.”
He takes your compact in his hand and puts it in the glove compartment.
“No, what are you doing! You know my skin gets oily.”
He takes your hands, resting them on your lap. “Your skin is glowy girl, not oily. You not a piece of fried chicken.”
“Yahya…” You whine before he takes your chin looking straight into your eyes.
“But I ain’t afraid to bite, so chill out. You are so fucking fine, it’s taking everything for me to not lay you out here and now.”
You lean back, feeling warm off his aggressive compliment but fighting back your smile. “You ain’t that bold...plus I’m starving, so take it easy before they give our table away.”
“That’s my girl.” He kisses your cheek quickly as he gets out to open your door for you.
Walking into the restaurant, it appears you all weren’t the only people looking forward to a fancy dinner.
The small blonde hostess gives you a tense smile. “How many?”
Yahya answers, “No ma’am, we have a reservation here: Abdul-Mateen?”
The woman looks over her tablet slowly. You check the restaurant and start to get worried.
“Maybe we should just try somewhere else…” you loudly whisper over the hustle and bustle.
“It’s fine, she’s got it there. We’ll be sitting down sucking on crab and rigatoni and whatever else my baby wants,” he says each word with more baby talk accent then the last.
You roll your eyes as his lips pucker at you, squeezing his mouth for a more exaggerated pucker as you settle your mouth into his.
“Ahem, I’m sorry, we had a large party before you that is finishing up, so it should just be another 20 minutes.”
Yahya’s demeanor took a cool dip as he turned back to the hostess. “My reservation was made well in advance, you don’t have a single table ready for us now?”
The hostess looks flustered as she looks around the dining hall behind her and talks into her earpiece.
You loop your arm around Yahya’s, studying his jaw tightening. Seeing him being upset stressed you out so much.
“Yah, hey?” You pat his chest softy until he faced you, glad to see him taking a deep breath. “I thought I was the only one being a mess tonight, remember?” you say jokingly.
“This isn’t mess, it’s business. I can’t control this but they damn sure can fix it.”
You bite your lip anxiously. “I know, but it’s fine.”
He checks his phone. “We won’t have time to see the movie at this rate.”
The hostess comes back. “I apologize again but we are working to clear a table right now. Please wait by the bar if you wish.”
“You got ten minutes.” He says in a managerial tone, taking your hand to head over to the bar. You sit quietly as Yahya orders something brown. “You want your usual?” he asks.
You take out your phone shaking your head. “I want my baby.”
Yahya leans over with a sly smirk. “I’m right here…” he says, as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.
You squirm away. “You know what I mean! I’m just going to check on our daughter.” You access the nanny cam app on your phone to see how things are at home before Yahya nabs your phone.
“Uh! Nope we aren’t parents for the next couple hours. Let the girl do her job, so I can do mine.”
He puts the phone in his pants pocket as you whine. “Yahya stop! It’s for safety!”
“It’s for coddling your paranoia, now calm down. Take a sip.” He offers you his drink but your refuse in a huff.
“I want my phone, Yahya. I’m not playing.”
Yahya takes another sip of his drink, setting it down in front of you. His smile widens as he turns to you, spreading his legs.
“You wanna come get it?”
You stare at him with deadly purpose as he just laughs in your face, crossing his arms patiently. Your eyes roll down to his lap with slight curiosity if it was your phone or if he was just happy to see you.
Instead, you pick up the glass and let the liquid run through your body. “I haven’t had dinner yet, so don’t try it.”
A while later the in house band plays some cover of Stevie Wonder, making Yahya twist with delight.
“Oh SHIT. Baby come on, let’s dance.”
You freeze at the thought as his hands reach around to rub your shoulders and puppet you to the music.
“Can you check with the hostess if the table is ready yet?” You ask deslerately before you are pulled to your feet. Yahya moves his hips like a salsa dancer pulling you in for a spin and holding you close. You can’t help but giggle at how light he makes you feel in his arms.
“I ain’t worried, they just have to wait on us now. How’s that?” He takes your hands leading you into some intricate two stepping you weren’t prepared for but thoroughly enjoyed. You all catch the attention of the others waiting at the bar and claps ensue as your dance turns into hired entertainment for the restaurant.
Yahya hoots every time you spin.
“Girl if you had eyes on the back of your head, maybe you would understand,” he says before giving your behind an ample squeeze.
You bit his ear a little hard until he lets you go in shock. You smile, giving him a body roll for good measure.
“That’s my knockout. Come through Tyson!” Yahya exclaims, pulling you in once more for a final dip as the band finishes and applause carries around you all. You feel elation as he picks you up again quickly, holding you tight.
“Baby,” he says in your ear.
You hold him tight around the waist. “I feel amazing, thank you hun. I haven’t danced like that in forever.”
Yahya rubs your back with one hand, inching his arm out of his jacket. “That’s good, put this on.”
You smile at him with confusion. “Why? I’m not cold.”
He wraps his jacket around you anyway taking you to the bar.
“Abdul-Mateen, table for 2!” the hostess yells.
You grab your purse. “That’s us!” you excitedly head to be seated.
“Baby, wait! I’ll get the table, you go to the restroom, ok?”
Now you’re really confused. “But...I don’t have to pee…”
Yahya’s eyes search yours for an answer before he snaps his fingers. “Well yeah, I don’t know that, but your makeup, right? Don’t you wanna recheck it or something after dancing?”
You think of the patchiness of our lippie and spring into action. “You right, good looking out! I’ll be back.”
You trot to the back and follow the arrow pointing to the ladies entrance. The heavy wooden door opens to a warmly lit, floral scented restroom with sink basins that rest on top of the counters. You open your purse while checking your reflection, rubbing your lips together only to realize your color is perfectly intact. You wrinkle your nose at this fact and why Yahya mentioned your makeup in the first place until you lift your chin and the light catches your glistening skin.
“Shit. Damn oil.” Your compact is still in the car so you take his jacket off to cool down and reach for a paper towel to blot the shine away.
“Fried chicken...he tryna keep me looking crispety crunchety for sure....” You mutter under your breath before stepping back to look yourself over.
“What the...oh hell no!” Your eyes stop at your chest as your notice stains of moisture through your dress. Although your baby was almost weaned, your body hasn’t fully gotten the cue to stop producing.
You grab additional paper towels, frantically dabbing inside your dress and wiping the outside, making more bits of paper stick to your dress rather than cleaning the mess. Tossing the towels away, you pace in frustration. Yahya knew what happened and said nothing, why wouldn’t he say something? You angrily pick up his jacket as someone enters the bathroom and put it on.
Back at the table, Yahya looks up from his to wave you over but you only look at him and head for the exit. Two steps onto the pavement, Yahya has already caught up to you.
“Whoa, hey. What’s up?” Yahya says, stopping in front of you.
You sigh heavily. “We don’t have time to eat. I want to go to the movie.”
Yahya scoffs with ease. “Babe, it’s fine. We can at least eat appetizers and take it to go.”
You cross your arms, tapping your foot. Looking from under him, your personality grew 10 feet taller. “I wouldn’t know what the time is because you have my phone!”
Yahya’s sunny disposition sinks at your tone. “Come on now, I just don’t want you so distracted on our night out.”
“And now I got this mess all over my dress. I just wanted to have a good time.”
Yahya pulls you into him, giving you long drawn out shushing. “Now the night ain’t even over yet and you throwing in the towel? That’s not how my baby moves.”
You groan under his chin. “I guess.”
He looks down at you. “Now come on. I don’t wanna bring up a sore subject but...Imma need you to say it with your chest.”
You go to pop him upside the head but he moves out the way too fast.
“And now you tryna run? Whatcha running for Yah?!” you yell after him as he hikes it to the car.
He runs backwards away from you, looking back to check for the car. “That’s it baby, I hear you, come on so we can catch this movie!”
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Pulling up to the theater, you both rush up to the box office requesting two tickets to the last showing of Disaster in the Sky Pt. 7.
“I thought we were seeing Four Letter Word?” you ask as he opens the door to your auditorium.
Yahya whispers. “We may have just missed the last showing, but this oughta be good. Can’t fall asleep in a sky disaster.”
As you take your seats, it didn’t take but ten minutes for you to know that this is not the movie for you. The acting was terrible, special effects were juvenile, and wasn’t the dumb big tit blonde archetype dated?
“You want me to get us some popcorn babe?” Yahya asks quietly, eyes transfixed on the screen.
“No, I’ll get it. Gimme your card.”
Yahya digs in his pockets and hands it to you without blinking. The lobby is dead quiet with one lone employee working snacks. You ask for the large popcorn and candy as your stomach gurgles over the smell of hot butter in the air. After some extra pumps of butter, you slip the candy in his jacket pocket and head back to your seat.
At first it’s hard to see but a cell phone glow that is normally unwelcome, happened to be your man’s beacon for you. As you sit down, you notice his look of concern on his face.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to look over at his screen.
“Uhh...well the babysitter called but I missed it so I’m texting her.”
You sit up in your seat. “What do you mean she called? What did she want?”
Yahya’s face senses your stress but tries to remain cool. “Baby, I don’t know, so I’m texting-”
“SHHH!” a patron of the theater hisses.
“Yahya, you don’t text after a missed call. Call her.”
“I’m not trying to stop our-”
“Gimme my phone, now!” You hold out your hand as he reaches in his other pocket for it. When you check your screen, you see two missed calls.
“YAH! She called me too!” You drop the popcorn and run out of the theater, past the snack stand and onto the sidewalk outside. The sitter’s phone rings and rings until finally you hear he pick up.
“HEY! Yeah, what’s up we got your calls?” Yahya strides next to you, hands on his hips waiting with bated breath.
“Uh huh….uh huh...yeah that’s fine.” You hold your forehead with the cold side of your hand to calm yourself. “And I’m sorry can you put her on FaceTime real quick?” You hold the phone out until your baby girl is on screen. “Hi, Lei! I miss you! Mommy will be home soon!” She coos with a ring toy in her mouth, barely acknowledging you. You thank the sitter again and hang up before bursting into tears.
Yahya is at your side, hugging you tight. “Come on, it’s alright. She’s fine.”
You sniffle through your words. “I don’t know what I thought would be but I just...panicked.”
“It’s ok, I was too.”
You look up at him. “Where? You were still enjoying the movie and texting her at the same time while I ran up out of there like I stole something!”
Yahya wipes a tear away. “I don’t know where you thought I was being cool. I just couldn’t move from my spot as fast as you. No way in hell was I thinking bout that movie, that movie’s dumb.”
“Really? I thought it was dumb too, but you looked like you liked it.”
Yahya shrugs cooly. “I like anything you put on a screen that big with surround sound that shakes your chair. But the night wasn’t about a movie, it was about seeing you and being with you on a lowkey romantic evening.”
You feel yourself getting upset again and look up at the stars for reassurance. “And don’t get me started on that. Yahya, I fucking milked my damn self tonight.”
“Yeah that was...wow,” is all Yahya could utter.
You squint at him with forced anger. “That was your damn fault. When I was supposed to eat, you got me up dancing and my body just shocked itself into lactation.”
Yahya takes your hand in his, examining the rock on your finger. “I didn’t mind it. You and anything your body does is beautiful.”
You snort, wiping your nose. “Yeah, while I’m blubbering snot over my baby, I bet I’m real cute.”
The doors to the theater open as a showing lets out around you, you move out of there way against Yahya.
“God, let’s go. I’m so embarrassed.”
But Yahya doesn’t move however, holding you out in his arms you look at him with confusion.
“In front of all these people, I want you to know that you are the love of my life! I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toenails!”
Yahya is practically screaming as you watch him wide eyed, trying to ignore the crowd slowing down to watch.
“Baby, ever since I met you you have been the cream in my coffee, the pillow for my head, my mint when my breath is funky! And because you love me and all I am, I want to push that same devotion and love back onto you tenfold.”
He shrinks down on one knee and looks up at you, taking your hand like an R&B superstar with a fan. You sigh to keep from laughing.
“Roxanne, Roxanne...I wanna be your man! Will you marry me and have my baby?”
You throw your head back in agony over his cheesy lines but his act was still convincing enough.
“Yes, Jody. I love you so much!” your Roxanne persona says as he picks you up and spins you around. The crowd cheers with applause as you kiss one another. Holding his face in your hand, you smack his cheek playfully.
“What were you thinking?” you say through your teeth.
Yahya smiles back. “Getting you back in my car to celebrate our matrimony!”
You feel so much better walking back to the car after Yahya’s outburst. Looking up at his profile, you nuzzle his shoulder appreciatively.
“That proposal may have outdid your first one. I knew your childish ways were good for something.”
“It don’t matter to me, long as I make you smile.” Once you’re by the car, he turns you around and nudges you back, leaning his hand on the roof. He stares at you like a precious gemstone as his eyes sparkle and dance around your face.
“What? You have something to say to me?” you ask, feeling butterflies creep up your throat.
Yahya takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it. “This was one of the best evenings I had with you ever.”
You roll your eyes. “Stop lying. I don’t like liars.”
His thumb rolls over the knuckles of your hand as he cartoonishly agrees. “Pssh, duh, I don’t either. But I’m not lying.” He touches your cheek, stealing your focus. “The way you looked when I spun you around the room at the restaurant, oooh girl, that smile has more spark than a plug!”
You grin and lowkey hate yourself for doing it on cue of his praise. But he was on a roll and you ached for more.
“And don’t think at any point tonight you weren’t the baddest mama anyone could ever have. When you thought things were going down with the sitter, I’m just glad I locked the gat at home cuz you were finna set it off!”
You puff your shoulders for emphasis. “Cuz nobody better mess with my baby!” You wrap your arms around his neck, landing a kiss along his jaw. “Not even you.”
He gives a rich laugh that only comes out for you when he starts to feeling a little nasty. “Oh, but I don’t get no protection?”
You shake your head. “None. You can handle yourself,”
The kiss you share is erotic. Tongues flipping around one another as Yahya’s hands reach under his jacket you’re wearing, pulling you against him with a soft moan.
“Come here,” he says as you follow him to the back of the car, he lifts you on the trunk. He settles between your legs, rubbing his wide hands across your hips and ass, tonguing down your neck. You arch against him, opening your eyes to stars above you and slowly leaning back as you caress the back of his head. Yahya takes his fingers inside the fabric covering your breast to expose your nipple to him.
“You wanna bet I can get something from you?” Yahya twiddles with your nipple to bring it erect.
“I doubt, but try it anyway,” you say with a wink. He cups your mound as he licks around your areola then latching his thick lips around it.
As you writhe under him, Yahya leads his hands between your legs, feeling you through your tights.
“I told you not to wear these,” he growls, sticking both hands under your dress to pull them and your panties down with one swoop, making you yip in shock.
You try to close your legs, but Yahya wide frame doesn’t allow it. “No,no wait. I’m not fucking in public!”
Yahya looks around the car to the surrounding area. “Nobody’s here. They all still in the movie.” Without waiting for your answer, he spreads your legs wider until your thighs are almost lying flat on either side of you like a butterflied chicken.
“Yahya, wait. I still-”
When his head disappears below you, you felt your defeat crash over you like a tsunami. His tongue never lies unless its lying down on some pussy. He wriggles his tongue between your lips with expert level speed. You can’t relax enough to grab hold of his head, so you claw desperately at the window behind you. His strength is put to use to keep your legs from crushing his skull.
“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!” is all you can say. When he does you like this, you want to beat his ass, and that’s how he likes it. When he comes up for air, he keeps one hand in you and the other unbuckling his pants.
“Whatchu mad for? Huh?” he asks.
You put one foot to his chest to shove him back, lifting yourself up by your elbows. “You’re a damn fool, surprising yourself on me like this.”
He takes your ankle, pushing your leg back. “I’m the one surprised. I almost slipped down there. You been wet this whole time?” You help take his dick out his pants, giving your hand some spit to stroke his hardened shaft.
“I ain’t giving you the satisfaction of knowing,” you say through your teeth, taking pleasure in him biting his lip to fight the pleasure of your hand on his third leg.
“You’ll give it to me,” he says, pulling you closer to him as your leg rests on his shoulder, keeping the other one wrapped around his waist. You keep a hand to his stomach in anticipation but he moves it, pushing into you slowly, you feel your chill break down completely. Your head throws back as you mold yourself to him inch by inch.
“Ah, shit. Make it quick, Yahya. I don’t wanna be caught,” you say under his grip on your neck.
He pushes into you with a quick thrust that makes you howls, leg shaking against him.
“If you think you can shut up, I can,” Yahya warns, picking up his strokes to meet your requirement. You don’t want to cum so fast, but he makes it easy for you with his length curving right against you.
“Fuck! Fuck! It’s too much!” you whine, pushing his chest to let up. His hips spin into you instead, hitting you in a new angle that made your mouth wide and eyes cross. Yahya knew what was coming when you tightened up on him and he smacks his hand over your mouth just in time.
You lose all strength, lying back and howl into his palm unable to do nothing but take it and ride it out. No quicker way to touch the sky than some good dick.
“Yeah, give it to me. I told you you were gonna give it to me,” Yahya brags as you finish climaxing. As Yahya pumps you harder, you find it within you to pull him down to you, licking his lips , his chin, and clawing at his back as you whine in his ear for him to cum inside you.
“I want it. Give it to me, baby. Show me you love it all. Cream the fuck out this pussy.”
“Oh, I love it. Shit! Say that again,” he groans.
“Cream this pussy. Fill it up big daddy, I know you can.”
Yahya and you share a kiss as his hip grind against you. “I love you Yahya! OOH I love this dick!”
“Come on and love me baby. Damn!” He moans in your mouth as you lock him down, taking him in fully. You feel him shudder on top of you as you rub his back, feeling yourself full from within.
“Oh shit. Oh shit, baby, that’s what I wanted since you left the house,” Yahya says with a labored sigh.
You chuckle, feeling liberated and unbothered by your public indecency. “Yeah? Why didn’t you say something.”
Yahya gave a hoarse laugh. “Ms. Don’t-Ruin-My-Makeup? Yeah, like anything was gonna happen.
You sigh, adjusting your breasts back to their proper place. “You right. Once my tiddies leaked, all that went out the window though.”
You both slip back into your clothes. Yahya finds where he tossed your tights and panties and gives them to you before getting into the car.
“Baby, I am still hungry though. Can we stop by that pizza place I like and get a large pepperoni?”
“Yes, sweetheart, You can have a kidney if you end a night like this again,” Yahya takes your hand in his as he drives along.
“That was your idea, not mine. But I liked it a lot.” You kiss Yahya’s ear as he drove, gripping his inner thigh and whispering sweet nothings until he got to the pizza place and bought two pizzas.
When you got home, the sitter greeted you both happily.
“So you all had a good time then?” she asks. Her eyes dart over you in a way that you know she can tell something was up.
“WE sure did Tracey, and thank you so much again. I Venmo’d you on the ride over so we are all set,” He goes to set the pizza in the kitchen.
“Thanks! And Leila is sleeping, we had a great time! I have her some crackers and juice before bed around 9 oclock.”
“Excellent. Thanks again. You drive safely.” You wave Tracey farewell and close the door, taking off Yahya’s jacket.
He comes downstairs from checking on Leila. “She is fully intact and breathing,” he reports.
“Oh my sweet baby. Should we wake her so you can see her before you leave in the morning? You know she sleeps through the night now.”
Yahya takes two slices on a plate and sets it on the table. Taking a generous bite he says, “I don’t have to leave yet.”
“Really? I thought the schedule was tight?”
Yahya shakes his head, putting an arm around you. “I can delay a couple more days. It happens anyway when you miss a flight.”
“Who said anything about missing a flight?”
Yahya puts his slice to your face. “Girl if you don’t eat this pizza and hug on me!”
“Aw!” You take a bite and wrap your arms around his waist.
“Plus I don’t wanna leave you stressed. You taking care of Leila all the time, I need to catch up.”
“Good cuz I don’t wanna be woken up early tomorrow, I need my rest.”
“You right. So that means I got breakfast! Fixing a full course meal for my girls,” Yahya says excitedly.
“Uh, no! I don’t need the house burnt down!”
“Here you go! I am a pro in the kitchen. More Michelin stars than the telephone book got names! More bite than Eve with the apple! You loved my breakfast when you were pregnant!”
“Yeah yeah, but I haven’t had it since. Let me go shower.”
AS you start to get up Yahya pulls you back, putting down his slice. “Uh uh, one more round before you go.”
“What? No! I gotta freshen up!”
Yahya is already laying you down and playing a scavenger hunt with your body. “You know why people don’t make their bed? Don’t make no sense if Imma make you dirty all over again.”
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What’s In A Name: 10 - J. Toews
Chapter 10.
Where we left off: Bekah came to Chicago after the season and told Jon not only that she loved him too but that she took a sabbatical from work.
Warnings: smut, language
Word Count: 3,485
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“Rebekah your brain running on over drive woke me up.” Jon’s groggy voice surprised her.
“What!” Bekah almost yells. It was three in the morning and email from her boss asking her intentions on returning had caused Bekah to run a pro and con list in her head.
“Want to talk about it Baby?” Jon kissed her shoulder feeling the heat from the Arizona sun still radiating off her.
“No go back to bed you have training thing to do tomorrow morning then hiking.” Bekah moves her head back to capture his lips.
“It’s about work isn’t it?” Jon sits up.
“How did you...”. Bekah stammered out.
“Beks, I can count to three. Your sabbatical is three months long. It started mid April and July starts tomorrow. He probably wants to know if his brilliant marketing consultant is coming back or if he has to replace her. Yes?” Jon is now leaning against the head board looking down at Bekah.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m thinking about. I swear you read my email or mind.” Bekah bites the inside of her cheek and sits up to lay her head on her boyfriend’s tan chest from the summer of jet setting.
“And you are torn? You aren’t going to hurt my feelings by saying yes, Babe.” Jon’s hand glides up and down her spine.
“Yes.” She breathes out.
“So let’s talk about it. Money is off the table. It shouldn’t be a determining factor because well, you haven’t gotten paid all summer and it hasn’t been an issue. So my first question, do you miss your job?” Jon feels Bekah tense under his touch. “Honestly.”
“No, I miss lunch with Rin but not my actual job.” Bekah realizes the last time she saw Brynn was when Jon surprised her in April by doing a joint birthday party. He rented out the entire movie theater and ran old movies from when the two were born. His parents and brother flew down from Winnipeg. The big surprise was that he even found a way to get Bekah’s family, Derek and Brynn to Chicago without her knowing. She couldn’t believe her eyes when they walked in. How he managed to pull it off she was still unsure of.
“Do you miss Columbus?” Jon braced himself this time for her answer knowing the city captured his girlfriend’s heart in a way no other place had.
“Not as much as I thought I would honestly but then again we’ve been moving around so much it is hard to miss a single place. Maybe when the season started...”
“You could go home whenever you wanted Beks. Long roadies, sick of me, whatever... you running my foundation would give you that freedom to make as many trips as you wanted.”
“Okay. I don’t hate that.” Bekah breathes in Jon’s smell and runs her hand down his abdomen.
“Last question, for now... if you went home would you miss me?” Jon bites his lip because saying that as calmly as he did took every ounce of media training he’s ever had. The silence was killing him. In the two and a half months since he picked up Bekah and she declared her love and sabbatical he realized he didn’t want to go back to the way life was without her by his side. He would never ask her to leave her life behind but he desperately wanted to start a life with her in Chicago.
“Yes Jon. I’d miss you.” Bekah whispered and he felt a tear on his chest.
“Beks, why are you crying?” He lifts her face up to see.
“Because I know the answer is I should quit my job. Let go of my lease and fully be with you.” She breathes out.
“Okay... so why the tears?” Jon smiles at her.
“Mixed emotions honestly. Happy tears about committing to this life with you but sad tears about leaving home behind.” Bekah sniffles.
“Sweetheart, I get that completely. When I left home it was hard as hell but I did it to be where I am today. And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t worried you leave me and going home.”
“Tae!” Bekah sits completely up and looks at him. “Seriously!”
“Well we are being honest here, right? I know you love me but it’s hard to leave home.” He feels the sting of a tear in his eyes and blinks them away.
“And you were what 15 when you did and I’m 30. Makes me seem ridiculous!” Bekah runs her thumb over his cheek. “I told him I would let him know by the end of the week. Now let’s try to sleep since your crazy ass wants to hike at lightning pace on your own damn holiday! Don’t you know your nation’s birthday is meant for hanging out on the lakes and day drinking?” Bekah laughs.
“You are dating the wrong Canadian if that’s how you want to spend the 1st Babe.” Jon laughs.
“Oh, I’m definitely dating the right one...” Bekah swings her leg up and over his body and captures his lips.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Jon pulls her in as the conversation comes to a halt.
Hiking with Jon got easier not because he slowed down but he was now aware he needed to take more breaks and take in the views as they climbed. By mid week, Jon was gone for almost the whole day checking in with his training team. He kissed the top of her head as he left and made her promise not to do anything irrational while he was gone. By lunch Bekah decided to FaceTime Brynn.
“Your tan is amazing and I don’t exactly see any lines there Bekah. Plus I don’t recognize this top.” Brynn jokes taking in the off the shoulder top Jon bought her while they were in Manitoba and sun kissed skin from a summer of beaches and lakes and now Sedona.
“He asked me what my plans were.” Bekah sips the iced coffee she finally mastered while her and Jon were in the Bahamas in May.
“Please tell me you told that hot ass man of yours you love him more than you love Columbus.” Brynn takes in Bekah’s face which scrunches up at her comment. “Oh my! Rebekah Pierce! Are you serious?”
“Rin, it’s not that simple.” Bekah replies.
“Let me guess, he told you that you could come home whenever you wanted because of his schedule during the season and you told him you would think about it?” Brynn’s feisty attitude noticeable even via FaceTime.
“Did you talk to Jon?” Bekah furrows her brow.
“No, I just know my best friend and if you think I’m going to let you make this horrible decision to leave the best thing that has ever happened to you for me and home, you friend would be delusional.”
“I’m pretty sure I heard him talking to his realtor about a condo on the Gold Coast the other day too.” Bekah recalls walking in on Jon and his look of being caught.
“Oh because his Lincoln Park mansion isn’t enough to start a life with you. Bekah... I’m gonna type out the resignation letter for you. That way you can jump all in on the Jonathan Toews Foundation and all his gardening stuff... plus, well, jump on Jonathan Toews too.” Brynn laughs as Bekah’s face turns red.
“Oh wow Rin.” Bekah rests her head on her fist and sighs. “You should see him with the kids. We did a school tour before we left Chicago. He’s really got a passion for this.” Bekah remembers their tour in May.
“And I’m still not hearing how Columbus is better? And friend, his passion for you is 1,000 times more than that program. I saw the pictures and I see the way he looks at you. There is absolutely no comparison.” Brynn smiles seeing the way her best friend’s face contorts with her truth bomb. The ladies hear the door.
“He’s back. I’ll talk to you later.” Bekah pulls her hand up to wave.
“Write the damn letter Bekah!” Brynn shouts before hanging up.
“How’s Brynn? Convince you to stay with me yet?” Jon’s sweaty lips dip down to kiss Bekah’s forehead.
“I swear you two talk.” Bekah looks up. “Oh, Honey. You are so so sweaty.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna shower, care to join me?” Jon winks at her and holds out his hand. She laughs but takes it.
“I love this shower.” Bekah states as she steps in. The waterfall shower with side jets felt amazing on her body after long hikes.
“Same but only because it’s easier to do this.” Jon pulls her body up and wraps Bekah’s legs around him. The unglazed rock like tile making it easier to pin her body to the wall without slipping. His lips attached to her neck as she moans out. Bekah’s hands running through his wet hair as she pulls up his body and slides down onto his length. Their lips meeting and his tongue asking permission to explore. Bekah gasping when Jon hits her g spot and doesn’t let up. Each climaxing quickly and in unison. Both panting for air as the waterfall splashes over their joined bodies. Jon slowly lowers Bekah down and grabs the shampoo without saying a word. Bekah rests her head on his chest while he massages the shampoo into a lather. He stands her up and grabs the loofah to wash her body peppering sweet kisses as the soap runs off. She returns the favor and giggles as he kisses her chest while he bends over in order for her to reach the crown of his head.
Jon leaves the shower to retrieve the towels wrapping Bekah up and patting herself dry. “So how can I help your decision Beks?” He questions while pulling a tank and some shorts on.
“What?” The earlier conversation not in Bekah’s head.
“About your job and life really. How can I help?” Jon looks down at her while she puts on her clothes.
“Want to just click send for me?” Bekah nods towards the open laptop. “I’ve written the email effectively quitting my position. I just haven’t actually sent it yet.” She runs her fingers through her hair.
“And what’s stopping you?” Jon swallows hard. Not knowing if he wants the answer.
“I mean, I know you can provide for me. I want to be with you and home and you already said I can have the best of both worlds with your job the way it is but Jon...” Bekah’s emotion catches in her throat.
Jon closes the space between them and holds her face in his hands. “But what Beks? What ever it is let’s talk about it.��� He felt so close to having the one thing he’s been dreaming about forever.
“But I’ve been able to take care of myself since I was 18. I’ve not needed anyone to take care of me. If I don’t have a job I would NEED you to take care of me.” She closes her eyes in the realization that that was in fact exactly what she was holding on to and and not the whole leaving home aspect.
“So you need an income? Joint bank account? Control of something?” Jon slides his thumbs over her pink cheeks.
“I don’t know.” She was being honest. “I need you though.” Jon envelops her in his arms.
“I need you too Beks and if a joint account or an income from the foundation is what you need we will set it up as soon as we get back to Chicago tomorrow.” Jon kisses her head.
“Can you click send because I cannot?” Bekah whispered.
“Wanna do it together?” Bekah nodded and Jon lead her the desk. She sat on his lap and clicked opened the draft. “Ready?” His hand covered hers and then she clicks without Jon moving his fingers.
“There I did it. Officially an unemployed Chicagoan.” Bekah laughs and Jon joined her while kissing her shoulder.
The next few weeks Bekah packed up her old apartment with Jon. They shipped her clothes and a few items to Chicago and donated everything else. “What are we going to do with my car?” Bekah asks while the two were sitting at dinner with Brynn and Derek.
“We could keep it here for you if you want?” Brynn pipes up eyeing Derek in some silent couple conversation. “That way you have a vehicle when you are home to see your parents or whatever.”
“That actually sounds great.” Bekah eyes Jon who realized she didn’t need an additional car in Chicago but didn’t want to say anything. He simply nodded and smiled seeing how relaxed his girlfriend seemed since quitting. The conversation flowed over the evening. The girls discussing trips to Chicago and home while Derek and Jon talked shop. The next day Jon and Bekah went to see her parents before heading back to Chicago.
Mr. and Mrs. Pierce had lots of questions about their relationship, if they were moving too quickly, and logistics of Jon’s job. Bekah kind of expected them to since she knew her mom was chomping at the bit in Chicago for more answers. Keeping Jon essentially a secret from her family over the last few years was probably a mistake but she knew her mother wouldn’t approve of her lack of commitment especially to a man in the spotlight like Jon. By the end of dinner she felt Jon answered the questions well and her parents were interested in getting to know him. It was progress and she was thankful.
Bekah experienced her first Blackhawks conversation and enjoyed watching Jon in his element with his fans. Several even recognized her and asked for selfies which threw her for a loop but she obliged. August and September Jon was in training mode split between Winnipeg and Chicago. After the season ended the way it did, Jon was determined 2018-2019 would be the season. Bekah settled into a routine with his foundation and started getting to know some of Jon’s teammates and their significant others. She thought she would be overwhelmed but the way Jon was introducing her to his life made her more comfortable by the week.
Alyssa Saad and Bekah immediately hit it off. Jon was intentional with them being the first official introductions. Alyssa met Bekah in Columbus while Brandon played for the Blue Jackets. Jon and Bekah had the newly married couple over for dinner before training camp. As they sat down in the dining room Bekah’s eyebrows knit together. “What’s that look for Beks?” Jon questions.
“We never eat in here.” Bekah looks around.
“What do you mean?” Jon smirks.
“We have almost always eaten on the roof except for maybe Christmas with your family. Yes. Always on the roof.” Bekah sips her wine and looks at Jon.
“Oh Jonny’s roof set up is nice. I can see why!” Brandon pipes up.
“Yeah, that was on purpose.” Jon looks down at his plate then to Bekah who had a bewildered look on her face.
“Care to explain that, Jonny.” Bekah points her fork at him and circles it around.
“Well, the first time it wasn’t but pretty much every other meal was intentionally up there. To remind you how much you love the city and forgot about the massive ass kitchen that you physically tense up in every time you set foot in it.” Jon’s eyes float towards the kitchen then to their guests who are talking to each other through their looks then Bekah.
“Make me fall in love with the city eh?” Her midwestern accent sounding funny using a word that effortlessly slips off Jon’s tongue.
“Ope... yup.” Jon laughs.
“Hey, she’s not the only midwestern in this room Toews!” Brandon chuckles making everyone laugh. Dinner finished with more laughter and they said their goodbyes to the Saad’s.
“Alyssa told me the girls are planning on wearing their jackets for the home opener. And wants to make sure I don’t dodge out of any pictures.” Bekah wraps her arms around Jon as he finishes cleaning up in the sink.
“Yeah. I heard they were not happy I didn’t introduce you for the Preds series so you could be in the pic then. Makes sense she wants to include you.” Jon flips around and leans on the counter. His hands cup Bekah’s face. “You know you don’t have to do any of team things you don’t want to. None of it will hurt my feelings if you decide to take the less active role.” Jon’s hands wander down her body until his hands are under her ass. Jon hoists her up to sit on the counter behind her then kisses her lips tenderly.
“Thanks. For saying that Tae. I want to do all the things but maybe not all at once. Feels rushed.” Bekah moans as Jon sucks along her collarbone. “But clearly you have been playing a very long game there Mr. Toews. Intentionally eating up on the roof.” Bekah leans back as Jon presses his body between her legs.
“I figured if I alone wasn’t a solid selling point to spend more time here and you clearly feel overwhelmed in here...” Jon leans back to look at Bekah and motions to the kitchen. “Then why not use the selling point for why I bought this place to sell you on Chicago... and me.” Jon pulls Bekah’s body into him causing her to whimper.
“Jon, we make meals in here are we seriously going to have sex on your counter?” Bekah places her hand on his chest.
“I was thinking yes but fine... and our counter, Baby.” Jon pulls Bekah off the counter and steps out of his shorts and briefs while carrying her to the couch. Sitting down she feels his rock hard cock on her clothed core. “Better?” He whispers out while pulling her dress over her head and then pulling his shirt off. “Merde.” He whispers as his fingers make their way to her hips. Bekah slowly rocking her hips along his length.
“What Tae?” She breathes out then props herself up to look at him.
“I should have removed these before I picked you up”’ Jon pulls as the band of her panties.
“Oh! Please hold.” Bekah slinks out from under Jon and stands on the couch with her legs on either side of his frame then wiggles out of her underwear. Jon takes the proximity to her core to his advantage and licks up her folds while she is still standing causing Bekah’s legs to shake. “Tae.” She half cries and half moans out. He looks up with a look of satisfaction.
“What? My favorite dessert was right there I couldn’t help myself. C’mere.” Jon sees the red flashing on his girlfriend’s face as he lowers her onto his length. “Sorry if that startled you.” He whispers in her ear as she starts to rock her hips towards him.
“Felt good... this feels better.” She presses her lips to his and rocks harder causing Jon’s hips to jolt up. They build a rhythm together.
“Come on, My Love.” Jon whispers as he pulls Bekah’s body further into him. She feels her body clinch around Jon’s as he thrusts deep inside of her. Panting she lays her head on his shoulder and his hand comes up to run his fingers through her hair. He moves their bodies so he’s leaning against the back of the couch.
“Can we talk about the home opener and well all the home games?” Bekah whispers after catching her breath.
“If you want or we can go shower and talk in bed.” Jon kisses the top of her head.
“That’s fine I just don’t know if you expect me go to all what 30 some home games.” Bekah stands and reaches out her hands to help Jon up. He stands and pulls her into his now sweaty body.
“41 and no. You don’t have to but you can if you want. Completely up to you.” He dips down and kisses her while scooping her into his arms.
“I can walk Tae.” Bekah kicks her legs.
“Just call this an at home workout... m’kay?” Jon makes his way to the stairs.
“Fine fine. You win. Anything to help the training.” Bekah wraps her arms around him and giggles.
“I mean I have the best girl... so yeah I think I do win. Plus, I’m hoping this season will be the best with you by my side.” Jon kisses Bekah as she feels the heat return to her cheeks. “And I can still make you blush.” Jon kisses her cheek.
“You probably always well, Tae.” Bekah admits.
“I hope so.” His lips brush her rosy cheeks while he carries the love of his life upstairs.
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Can i request a Tony Stark angst imagine when you both are childhood friends but you never admit that you are head over heels to him? You’ve seen him with a lot of girls until you both are adults and he finally realizing it was always you all along?💕 your writing is amazing!
You had just left work when you saw the article. In big, bold letters at the top of your phone screen read ‘Stark Industries C.E.O. calls it quits with the Iron Man.’ You stopped in your tracks in the middle of the parking lot, furrowing your brows as you read through the article.
A car honked its horn, scaring you. You jumped and got out of the way so it could pass. You decided to go to your car to finish the article but as you were sitting down in the front seat, your phone rang. It was Tony Stark, your best friend since grade school.
“Hey, Tony.” You answered the call. “It’s been a while since I heard from you. I was, um, I was just thinking about you. Thought about giving you a call to check on you.”
“That’s sweet of you, Y/N.” His voice was raspy and quiet. “Have you heard?”
“About you and Pepper?”
“Mhmm.”
“I just saw it.” You murmured, looking down at the steering wheel.
“She left me three days ago. Took all her shit. Left her ring on the kitchen sink.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Tony?”
“Didn’t want to bother you.”
“You know that’s bullshit, Tony. You never bother me. You’re my best friend.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got your own life. You don’t need to be worrying about me.”
“Oh, sweetie, I always worry about you.” You chuckled softly.
“I just, erm, I just wanted to see if you were busy tonight. I need a distraction and a Star Wars marathon and greasy pizza sound like a good idea.”
“I’ll bring the pizza.”
“You’re the best, Y/N. Drive safe.”
“See you later.”
You ended the call and stared at your phone screen for a moment.
You felt sorry for the man. He sounded so broken and lost.
But a part of you couldn’t help feeling like maybe this was your chance. Maybe this was the part where you finally swoop in and save the day. Maybe he’d suddenly fall in love with you.
You shook your head and almost laughed at how stupid your thoughts were. He wasn’t in love with you. He loved you, sure, but you were just a friend. You always had been just a friend. For as long as you could remember, friends were all you ever were.
You were absolutely head over heels for the man. It had been that way since high school. He was charming, intelligent, and funny. He had this ability to make you forget all your worries just by flashing you with a smile and saying something witty.
You let out a sigh, rubbing your forehead.
***
“Just make sure you keep an eye on him, Y/N. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to text me.”
“I’ve got it under control, Rhodey.” You held the phone between your shoulder and ear as you held three pizzas in your arms. The elevator doors opened on the living room floor of the Avengers Tower and you stepped out. It was surprisingly empty but the television was on. “This isn’t the first time I’ve handled Tony Stark after a nasty breakup.”
“This one’s different, Y/N. It’s not just a breakup. Pepper’s already filed for a divorce.”
“Shit.” You placed the pizzas on the bar and picked up your phone. “What did he do?”
“It was a build up of a lot of things. You know he hasn’t been the same since Rogers decided to go rogue. He just got to be too much. The stress was too much. I don’t blame her, to be completely honest.”
You stayed quiet. You knew Tony was difficult. You’d experienced it first hand numerous times throughout your life. But you knew he never meant any ill-intent. He just struggled with many things. From a shit childhood to the traumas he had endured while being Iron Man, he often struggled to keep his head above water. He always seemed like he was on the verge of drowning.
“I’ve got to go, Y/N. But you have my number.”
“Thanks, Rhodey.” You smiled softly then hung up.
“Was he calling you to make sure you’d babysit me?”
You turned to see Tony walking out of the elevator. He was in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black AC/DC shirt.
“You know how he worries.”
“He’s just like his mom.” Tony shook his head, muttering under his breath as he approached you. “Worries about every little thing.”
“He’s got a right to worry about you.” You opened your arms to embrace him in a hug. You squeezed him tight, inhaling his scent. “How are you, Tony?”
“Better now that you’re here.”
Hearing those words made your heart soar. You bit back a smile as you pulled away from him and tucked a few pieces of hair behind your ear.
“What movie are we going to start with?”
“A New Hope. Duh.” He rolled his eyes at you. “Let’s take the pizza up to my room. God only knows who might wander through here and I don’t want to be around people.”
“Does your team know?” You grabbed a pizza while Tony took the other two boxes.
“Yeah. Just don’t wanna talk about it.”
***
You placed the empty plate on the stand next to Tony’s bed. He was laying across the bed behind you on his side propped up on one elbow. You two had been silent since the movie started. You wanted to ask him how things were, if he was really as okay as he tried to let on.
You waited until the movie was over to try to get him to talk.
“How long have we been friends, Tony?” You asked him quietly, turning your head to look at him.
“Hell, I can’t keep track anymore.” He wiped his fingers off on a napkin. His brown eyes flickered to the ceiling as he thought. “We met in ‘78.”
“Damn.” You shook your head, bringing your eyes down to your hands. “It doesn’t seem all that long ago.”
“Thirty-eight years.” He nodded. “Why do you ask?”
“Just…. I just feel like we take advantage of that, you know?” You leaned back against his legs. “We don’t hang out much anymore like we used to.”
“We aren’t kids anymore, babe.” He spoke quietly. Your heart raced at the pet name. He called you ‘babe’ since high school. Sometimes it would be ‘baby’ but usually it was just babe. It was meant to be lighthearted and tender, but it always felt like a knife to the chest knowing he’d never mean it in an intimate way. “We’ve both got jobs and other priorities.”
“Other priorities.” You repeated, just thinking out loud.
“I didn’t mean it in the shitty way, Y/N. I meant as in I have the team and Pepper. That was hard enough to balance and you can see how it turned out. And you, you had your research and that guy. What the hell is his name?”
“Derek.” You answered with a little smile. “His name was Derek.”
“Was?” Tony furrowed his brows together as he looked down at you.
“Yep. We, um, we broke up three months ago.” You nodded your head, meeting his gaze.
“Three months ago? Why the hell didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” Tony sat up and folded his legs so he sat criss cross.
“We had other priorities.” You answered with a tight smile.
“Oh come on, Y/N.” Tony rolled his eyes at you.
“It was right around the time that you had that shit with Captain Rogers going on. You had other things to worry about. My shitty excuse of a love life isn’t a priority.”
Tony watched you for a few moments but you couldn’t hold his gaze. Your eyes dropped down to your hands.
“What happened with you two?” He spoke softly.
“I, um, I walked in on him one too many times with another woman.” You messed with your nails.
“You deserve better than that, babe.” Tony moved to hug you, pulling you into his arms. You accepted, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Your words were muffled into his chest.
Sometime during the Empire Strikes Back, the two of you stopped paying attention to the movie and instead chose to talk. You were laying on your side facing Tony. He was on his back staring at the ceiling with one hand behind his head.
“I remember way back when…. we made a pact, didn’t we?” He turned his head to face you.
“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows together.
“I think it was in eighth grade. You were over at my place and it was…. some ungodly hour. We said that if we weren’t married by thirty, we’d marry each other.”
You brought your hand up to cover your face.
“That ship has sailed, Tony.” You laughed. “We’re over ten years past when we were thirty.”
“Yeah.” He looked back to the ceiling, a smile dancing on his lips. “Just thought it was…. it was funny how we thought back then. We thought everything would be easy.”
You said nothing and instead, chose to watch him.
“It feels like a million years ago.” He sighed. “So much has happened.”
“That’s life.” You sighed gently.
Again, you guys stopped chatting and finished the movie. However, once Return of the Jedi was on, you both somehow found a topic to talk about.
You were settled against the headboard of the bed while he had his head in your lap turned. He was on his side facing the tv so he could watch the movie. You were brushing your fingers through his graying hair just to keep your hand occupied.
“You ever think you let someone go that you thought was your forever?” He turned his head to look up at you. You tilted your head down a little, gazing at him silently for a few moments.
“I don’t know.” You wanted to tell him, to confess to him that he was the one you thought you could spend the rest of your life with. But you thought he was talking about Pepper. He would probably end up going back to her in a few days after everything settled down.
He turned his head back to the movie and silence fell between you two again.
***
Tony watched as the sun began to peak over the horizon. He was sitting on the edge of his bed with his back to you, hunched over with his elbows on his knees. You had fallen asleep sometime around 4a.m. so Tony didn’t start another movie, afraid to wake you up.
He’d been thinking and thinking. He missed Pepper but he knew she wasn’t coming back. She was done with him, with his antics.
You shifted around on the bed. He looked over his shoulder to make sure you were okay. Your hands were folded underneath your head and your knees were bent just slightly.
Tony smiled softly at the sight of you peaceful and resting. It had been far too long since he hung out with you. You had this ability to comfort him even when you did absolutely nothing. You could just be there and he could feel the constant anxiety and worry in his stomach fade away.
It dawned on him then that you had been the one thing in his life that never changed. You were always there for him through thick and thin.
When you heard about what happened in New York back in 2012, you were quick to call Tony and check on him. You were out of the country for your work but you made an effort to call him every day to make sure he was getting better after the alien attack on the city.
When Tony had doubts about his work due to what had happened with Ultron, you were the first person he called. You ensure him that his intentions were good and that he never meant to cause destruction. He always tried to do what was best and sometimes that’s all one person could do.
You stirred in your sleep and mumbled Tony’s name sleepily. It was almost like you knew he was thinking too hard.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Your eyes were only opened a little bit before you closed them and stuffed your face into the pillows.
“Just thinking.” He hummed softly, a little smile crossing his lips. “You awake, babe?”
“I can be.” You brought your hands up to rub your face as you rolled over on to your back. Once the sleep was cleared from your eyes, you looked at him. “What’s up?”
Tony looked down at his hands, shaking his head softly.
“I just…. I love you, you know that right?”
He was quiet and soft. You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Is everything okay, Tony?” You furrowed your brows.
“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded his head. “Just…. Just thinking.”
“About what?” You tilted your head to the side just a little.
“Sorta everything.” He turned his head to look at you. “I think I take you for granted sometimes.”
You didn’t say anything, unsure of where he was going with this.
“You’ve always been there for me. You’re always by my side even when you aren’t here.”
“That’s what I’m supposed to do. You’re my-You’re my best friend, Tony.” You shrugged your shoulders softly. “I care about you.”
“You’re so good to me.” He sighed out, running a hand over his face. “I don’t deserve it.”
“Don’t say that.” You put your hand on his arm. “You deserve to be just as happy as the next person.”
Tony stayed quiet for a few moments.
“I’ve been so blind, so stupid.” He stood to his feet and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I couldn’t see it all along but it was right in front of me.”
“What was, Tony?” You were starting to worry about him. What was he talking about? Had he finally hit his limit?
“You.” He turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s always been you, Y/N. You’re always there for me. You’re the one person I can count on twenty-four seven.”
You could hear your heart beating slowly in your ears. Your lips parted but no sound came out.
“When you’re around Y/N, it’s like-like I can finally breathe.” He shook his head, putting one hand on his chest. “When you’re gone, the anxiety and-and the fears and worries-They all come flooding back and I’m drowning, Y/N.” His voice cracked.
You pushed the blanket off of your body and crossed the bed, motioning for him to come to you. While you were on your knees on the edge of the bed, Tony moved towards you. You silently wrapped your arms around him and held the back of his head with one tender hand.
“I’m here, Tony.” You murmured softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Though you were excited and sort of confused, you knew he needed to calm down. He was on the verge of either making himself pass out from his nerves or having a panic attack.
“Thank you, Y/N.” He breathed out, closing his eyes as he hugged you tightly.
You couldn’t help but smile. Was this some sort of dream or was this real?
You quickly realized that what was happening was indeed real. Tony was squeezing you tight enough to make breathing difficult.
“Tony, you’ve got to loosen your grip just a little.” You urged, giggling softly. “You’re squeezing me to death.”
He pulled away from you and brought his hands up to cradle your face. The way he looked down at you like you were some sort of exquisite, expensive painting made you melt.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N.” He whispered.
Your smile only grew as he leaned down to kiss you tentatively. It was quick but soft and sweet. He was just testing the waters. He pulled away and brought one hand down to rub your side. You bit your bottom lip, feeling your cheeks flush.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve felt something for you.” You admitted, your hand brushing along his arm.
“You’re kidding.” His smile grew, ecstatic that you felt the same way.
“No, I’m not.” You laughed a little.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He drew his brows together.
“Because I didn’t want to risk losing you.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I’d rather have you as a friend then nothing at all. I didn’t want to make Pepper hate me or not want me around either. You could imagine how much trouble it would’ve caused.”
He sighed gently then pulled you back in for a hug.
“Well, we don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
With your ear pressed to his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat. You closed your eyes and let out a soft breath, a smile still resting on your lips.
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our babe
pre-hadestown , six weeks pregnant persephone wants cookies and her husband is happy to help. tw for mentions of miscarriages. they can have a happy couple moments before their hearts break
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”I swear to the gods Hades if you-“
”I’m not screwing up your cookies, Seph.” Persephone rolled her eyes. “No need to bite my damn head off.” She bit her tongue so she wouldn’t snap more. Wasn’t his fault her hormones were making her moody. It was the baby growing’s fault, and apparently their babe wanted cookies and they wanted them now.
”Sorry.” She mumbled, resting her head on the kitchen table. She was only six weeks pregnant and their babe was already fucking hammering her insides even if it was barely bigger than a small fruit, worse then she’d experienced in the other ones. But that doesn’t matter. She was six weeks pregnant and that’s what mattered. Sometimes she didn’t get past three.
”It’s okay, lover.” She could feel his hand rubbing her back, his lips in her hair aiming for her head probably. He helped. Sure she still hurt, but having Hades’ attention helped. Knowing he was willing to put down his papers for her and their babe helped more than anything in the world could.
”No it’s not. I’m bein’ mean.” She mumbled, hearing her husband’s knee crack as he kneeled beside her. “Hey, look at me.” Hades cupped her cheek, bringing her head up. “You’re not being mean, lover. I understand, ya don’t have to apologize to me. Lover, please look at me.”
Why was she crying? It was stupid. She should be able to hold herself together like she usually did. What was this so different?
”I’m scared, Hades.” Persephone mumbled quietly, being pulled gently into her husband’s strong arms. “Shhh, I know, lover. Trust me I know. I’m scared too.” Hades rumbled, kissing her head. Being pregnant was terrifying. After how many they’d lost just in the last few years, it broke her down just thinking about the chance she was going to lose this one too.
Stop thinking about it, just be grateful you haven’t
Persephone moved off him, wiping her eyes. “The ovens probably heated.” Her voice was cracking but she tried to ignore it. Hades looked at her confused but stood anyways, pressing another kiss to her head. A safe spot. Affection, but not enough to prompt more. Sometimes she wished he wanted more but it didn’t seem like he did much anymore.
”Of course.” He grumbled, leaving her side and heading back to the counter. As much as she didn’t want him too, part of her needed him too. As much as she wanted to cry and be scared in his arms it would break her more that way and she knew it.
”We should talk about-“
Why was this so hard him to understand? He said he’s as scared as she is, but if he was would he really be pressing right now?
”No, no we shouldn’t.”
”I need some air.” Persephone said quietly. “I’m gonna go outside.” Hades turned to look at her. His gaze hurt like a honey bee sting. “Balcony?” He asked and she nodded. “Okay. I’ll bring the cookies when they’re done.”
She didn’t move fast getting up and walking, but she could thank their babe for that. Gods, she couldn’t imagine feeling like this for the entire pregnancy. It doesn’t matter though. Their babe would be worth every second.
As much as she was petrified, she was also giddily excited. If everything went good this time she would finally be a mother. Persephone placed her hand on her barely showing stomach, smiling to herself. There was a babe in there. Their babe was in there. It would grow, and in eight-ish more months of this so far decently uncomfortable pregnancy, if the fates were on her side she was gonna have a baby. They would finally have a baby.
”Hi baby.” She spoke before registering the words actually left her mouth. She settled down in her balcony chair, fanning herself with her outdoor kept fan. “I know ya probably ain’t big enough to hear me, but that hasn’t stopped me yet.” She laughed a little to herself.
”It’s your mama again. I’d introduce you to your daddy but every time we talk he’s always doin’ somethin’. I’m sorry, baby.” Persephone told her growing babe, more or less just to talk. “I sent your grandmother a letter ‘bout you. She actually sent me one back, she don’t do that much anymore. She said you’re gonna be a girl if ya make it. Your grandma knows a lot but not the answer I want. All I can do is hope for you, little babe. I love you y’know. Please don’t leave us, baby.”
She didn’t know why she was so insistent on talking to her barely made babe, but every pregnancy it was the same. She begged her babes to hold on like they had a choice whether they actually lived or not.
Fuck
Her body ached again nausea spreading, but as much pain as she was in she smiled down at her stomach. “You’re quite the little devil in there.” A low laugh rumbled from behind her, and Persephone jumped. She spun her head to look at the offending husband laughing in the doorway.
”What the hell did you do to my cookies?” She mumbled, Hades placing their plate on the small table between their chairs. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before going to his own side. Flour dotted his pinstripes, and it made her smirk. Even the the way too flat cookies on the plate made her still smirk. “Think it was too much baking soda.” He rumbled, that wonderful smile he saved for her and only her spread across his face. Even if he fucked up her very craved cookies she still loved him more than anything in the realms.
”How much did ya put in? Table or tea spoon?” She inquired, raising a brow and taking a cookie from the plate. “Table.” She threw her head back in laughter, reviving a semi-glare from her husband. Not that she was looking, rather she could feel his gaze. “Tea, lover. ‘tsp’ means tea spoon, ya idiot.” She teased, and before she could register the movement, her husband’s arms were wrapped around her playfully.
”Idiot, that’s not very nice, Seph.” She giggled a bit, turning her head slightly to kiss him. “Well, it’s true. But you’re my idiot.” Hades’ rumbling laugh echoed in her core, a warm and familiar sound. “Hey, say hi to your baby. You’re never with me long enough to talk to ‘em.”
”Hey, baby. I’m your father.” Hades said gently, now kneeling in front of her, his hand joining hers on her stomach. Where those tears in his eyes? Was he really crying? Was it her fault? She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her own forming of tears listening to Hades talk.
”I love you baby. I love you and your mama more than anything in the world. I’m gonna give you the world baby, I promise.”
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Practice Challenge 1 - Prompt 1
A/N a very big thank you to my amazing beta @freykitten for fixing my mess. Love you lots! Also thank you to @dawningofdrag for being my personal cheerleader! Hope you guys enjoy
In the Dream Girls and Pageant's flat the weekly post-lecture drinking session has just got started. An array of different whiskies, canned cocktails and wine litters the second hand dining table where Brooke’s Bachelor thesis has laid not five minutes earlier. A’keria pours herself and Brooke the second glass of scotch for the day - the first one was for calming their nerves while finishing up the last touches on their theses. Meanwhile, Nina helps Vanessa transform her favorite homemade dish, puerto rican pasteles de carne, into a vegan version - which seems to take longer than expected. Not really a surprise when considering the fact Vanessa’s abuelita had never used any proper measurements and just went with her gut. And if Brooke isn’t mistaken, she can hear Vanessa argue from the kitchen that the recipe just flows through her Latin blood, and therefore she needs no “motherfucking measurements”. The blonde can only chuckle and slightly shake her head before taking another sip from her drink.
“Kiki, have you seen Silky?” Brooke asks out loud, surprised by how relatively quiet the shared household is. The only noises to be heard coming from the kitchen, and, for once, they don’t even include wild chatter or singing.
“If I remember correctly, she wandered off to buy some pastries, but who knows where Big Silk actually is,” A’keria answers without even taking her eyes off her phone for a second. Her manicured fingers swiping left and right across the screen.
“Are you on tinder again?” A teasing smile present on her lips.
“You fucking know I am.” The snip of her fingers highlights her cocky attitude, knowing damn well most mean swoon over her. Fall for her feisty but wise dementor within seconds.
“Have you matched with- ” The blond starts, before getting cut off mid sentence.
“Guys, girls, and nonbinary pals - I have humongous news!” Silky bursts through the entrance, adding an extra door slam for the shock value. Three pairs of blown wide pupils stare at her - not necessarily in shock, rather in anticipation.
“Spit it out!” Vanessa shouts as Nina popps her head through the doorframe as well. Intrigued by the ongoing comotion - not even bothering about getting the sauce stains off her cheek.
“The application letters for Prince Arin Schreave’s Selection just arrived.”
For a second the world stands still. Everyone, including Brooke, holds their breath. The calm before the storm.
This sentence alone is enough for hell to break loose in the tiny college apartment. Vanessa and A’keria flock around Silky like pigeons waiting for seed to be tossed at them. Vanjie, the shortest of the trio, bounces like a ball around the other two, making up a song with random Spanish words and screeching at the top of her lungs, while A’keria and Silky argue about who would be a better queen. Nina simply settles by Brooke’s side with a small cuckle, brushing her blonde fringe out of the way. Both only roll their eyes, having forgotten about the Selection since the day it has been announced. There've been way more important things on Brooke’s mind - like how many additional hours she needs to spend in the lab to gain extra credit.
"How can someone be so excited about being objectified by the entire nation," Brooke mumbles to herself - very unimpressed by the whole ordeal, not really understanding the hype around the upcoming Selection. How come that her 20 something year old friends turned into 12 year old teenage girls dreaming about life as a royal within seconds?
Hormones - I guess.
"Because this ass deserves to be objectified," Silky whoops, putting on an entire twerking show in the living room with Vanjie and A’keria hyping her up and joining the jelly shaking. Usually Brooke finds her friends intoxicating goofiness amusing without any alcohol in her system. Apparently, today is not the day. So she falls back into her seat, taking a heavy swing of her liquor and watches her friends chatter about the possibility of an average looking rich boy falling for one of them.
An hour passes and the giggly girls still haven't calmed down, and since nearly everyone abandoned the food immediately - it’s between Brooke and Silky to finish the puerto rican delicacy. Tipsy Brooke doesn't mind that now even Nina joined the hype, seemingly having forgotten about her current boyfriend. The blonde keeps herself busy with alternating between online shopping for new pointe shoes and new plants she can add to her steadily growing collection. Not an ideal Friday afternoon, but at least this time around A’keria didn’t forget to buy vegan pork.
A glance to her clock tells her that her favorite trashy TV show starts soon. A silent prayer escapes her lips in hopes that this will spark a different conversation among the girls.
However, her prayer stayed unheard.
Another glass of liquor in, she starts to enjoy the laughter and excitement laying heavy in the air - drowning out the TV. The beaming smiles of her friends slowly melt her cold exterior, making her forget why she is so bitter in the first place. A fuzzy feeling spreads in her chest at the mention of sparkly ball gowns and which jewels would best suit Silky’s and A’keria’s darker complexion. Glue stains might now cover the table surface, but all Brooke can focus on is the twinkle in her friends' eyes. Especially Vanessa’s golden orbs seem to gleam like amber in the late afternoon sun. Brooke can perfectly imagine the same expression on a much younger version of the Latina - sparkling child’s eyes opening neatly wrapped presents on her 6th birthday.
A cashmere-like grin settles on Vanessa’s lips once she catches the blonde stare, adding a wink for good measure.
Ohh no
“Brookey, why don’t you wanna join us and fill out your applic-, aple-, whatever - your letter?” Gold orbs now work their best puppy look, while Vanessa attempts to milk every cute asset she posses, which leaves her with plenty of choice. Her head now rests on her palms propped up on the table, indulging the other woman in a silent staring contest.
“Vanjie, you know how I think about the Selection,” Brooke adds once she's glanced away. Her words merely louder than a whisper, accentuating her naturally husky voice.
“Prince Arin has two sisters,” Nina promptly slides into the conversation. The sly smirk on her face resembles a cat waiting for its prey.
“Yes, I know, Nina, but what does this have to do with me?” Blonde bushy brows are raised high, while her nervous fingertips play with the golden cross around her neck.
“Quit this shit, B! We all know you like girls,” A’keria shouts from across the room, head buried in the wine cabinet.
Wait what? Brooke feels her mouth fall agape before shooting back, “I’m not gay!”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Nina retorts, which the blond pretends to overhear and checks the time on her phone again. An hour left before she has to catch her train.
“Well if you don’t wanna fill it out, me and Vanjie will have some fun.”
An eye roll from the blonde’s side is enough to make it clear that she couldn’t care less. Brooke Lynn takes a last swing to empty her glass, before grabbing the rest of the dishes littering the tiny table and bringing them to the kitchen. Instead of resorting to her usual weed abuse, she decides to clean the kitchen instead - hoping to take her mind off certain things. But with each scrubbed plate and cooking utensil the itch in her chest doesn’t seem to go away. What she would give for just a tiny puff- No, Brooke, you are going home tonight. Her shoulders slouch as she scolds herself, nearly missing the commotion going in in the living room. Nearly.
“I swear Brooke will end you if you note down ‘hiding in the closet’ for her special skills.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“Too bad I am not deaf, Silky babe.”
The stern look on the blonde’s face is enough for Vanessa to hide behind A’keria, yet unable to suppress the cackle bubbling up in her throat. However, Silky hasn’t got the memo, and attempts to pick a fight with Brooke. Nina frees the application from A’keria’s grasp and silently finishes filling in the last details needed to complete the form. A tap on Brooke’s shoulder is enough to break the two brawlers apart. The tick paper with carefully placed gold details is placed in Brooke Lynn’s hands who doesn’t look too amused. She slams the neatly filled form onto the table, adding wrinkles to the thoughtfully crafted application.
“Do me favour and just let me be,” Brooke continues with a deep sight, before leaving the common area to retreat to her room, tired of her friends for once. A glance at the clock hanging above her king sized bed tells her she needs to hurry up if she still wants to catch the last train going home, so she grabs her tiny suitcase from her bedroom, slips on a pair of vans, and grabs and olive toned coat.
“Brooke?”
“What?” The annoyance in the blonde’s voice only increases as the blood in her veins starts to simmer. Her fingertips already rest against the cold metal of the doorknob.
“Can you come over for a sec?”
Reluctantly, she turns around and struts towards the direction of the voice. Vanessa is seated alone on the living room floor, everyone else already getting ready for their evening plans - whatever they may be.
“You aren’t mad are you? We were just playing.” The brunette clearly looking worried - probably pondering whether or not she had overstepped a line.
“I know, Nessa, I know. It’s just a touchy subject. You know my parents-”
“I know, B,” Vanessa whispers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. She signs grabby hands at Brooke, silently asking for a hug.
With a loving eye roll, the other woman let’s go off the suitcase handle and envelops the shorter girl in a tight embrace. She sighs deeply as she inhales Nessa’s strawberry scented shampoo, taking a moment to just breathe.
But she can’t stay.
“I gotta go now, V. I don’t wanna miss my train again,” Brooke mumbles into the brunette’s wavy hair. But she holds on a tad bit longer, closing her eyes for just a second.
Vanessa buries her head a bit deeper into Brooke’s embrace cautiously slipping a sheet of paper into the olive coat pocket before letting go.
The blonde gives the smaller woman one last smile, before grabbing her suitcase and walking through the door.
“Have fun in Dakota!” are the last words Brooke hears before leaving her flat behind.
Once her feet collide with the gum littered pavement, she picks up her pace and barely makes it to the platform on time. With a little huff, she slides into an empty cabin, throwing her suitcase on the opposite seat and catches her breath. The train isn’t near its full speed yet when Brooke already opens the window, grabbing the cigarette pack from her coat, unable to resist the urge in her chest, needing to fix her itch. So she lights her last cigarette inside the vehicle in a desperate need for a calm moment in this chaotic week. Praying she will somehow survive the weekend at her parents' place without her bong.
But honestly - how bad could it be?
#Selection oc#Brooke lynn Sanders#Practice Challenge one#Selection#Fanfic#Fic#Written words#please compliment me#Lmao#Jk
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#94: “I Won’t Lose You Too.”
Fandom: Karate Kid - Becca-verse
Pairing: John Kreese/ Terry Silver (Platonic)
Life in the war is hard. It’s even harder when you lose those you love.
Warning: Death mentioned.
1966
Cara read the name on the chart. Twice. She smiled as she walked over to the bed. She'd seen the picture that John kept in his pocket of a smiling boy standing next to a horse. He was older, for sure. Taller and more filled out, but those eyes were the same.
"Hi, Soldier," she said, softly, so as not to wake the other soldiers around him.
"Hi," he whispered hoarsely, putting a hand to his throat, confused.
"It's a side effect of surgery," she explained. "It's from the breathing tube we use during the procedure. The bad news is that the sore throat lasts a few days, the good news is that you're going to be fine. The doctors were able to remove all the shell fragments and fix your leg. A few weeks of taking it easy and you'll be right as rain.”
"That sounds good," he smiled, those dimples creasing his cheeks. "Too bad I had to get shot to get a break.”
"Let me know how it works out," she returned his smile. "I might consider it. Here. Have some water." She helped him sit up and held a cup to his lips.
"Thank you, ma'am."
“Do you have a brother named, John, Private Kreese?"
"Yes, ma'am," he smiled, with pride. "He's a Green Beret." His smile faded. "Wait, he hasn't been here, has he?"
"Not in your position, no," she answered. "Some of his men were wounded. He came in to visit them a few times."
“And Johnny Ray made an impression, I see,"
"Johnny Ray?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, no," he groaned. "You didn't know that was his name, did you? He thinks 'John' makes him sound more grown-up. He always had to be more grown-up. I guess he needed a name to match."
"Get some rest, Soldier," she smiled, helping him lay down. "We'll talk more in the morning."
As soon as her shift was over, she raced to the Cobra Kai’s tent.
"Oh, hush," she replied to the groans and complaints. "I've helped operate on most of you. There's nothing here that I haven't seen before." She held out her hand. "Come with me, Johnny Ray, I have a surprise for you."
"Oooh!"
"Don't make me hurt you all," he glared around the tent, then looked at Cara. "What did you just call me?"
"Come with me, Johnny Ray," she grinned, again.
"Been reading medical charts?" he questioned.
"Just put your boots on and follow me, huh?" She rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.
“Okay, okay. Damn, you're bossy," he said, lacing up his boots.
"Good thing you like that," she smirked. She led him over to the hospital.
He stopped short seeing the boy in the third bed. His mouth went dry and his breathing became barely discernable.
"Relax," Cara said, taking his hand. "He's going to be okay. He took some shell fragments to his leg. We were able to remove them. A few weeks in bed, some antibiotics, he will be just fine and have an awesome scar to show the girls back home."
"Will he get to go home?"
"It's not serious enough for that, unfortunately," she replied.
"Damn." He kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, Babe." He walked over to the bed and held the younger man's hand. "Hey, Twerp. Thought I told you to quit following me. You always get hurt and I always get blamed," he grinned.
"What I never understood was, if you knew I was just gonna try to follow you and get hurt, why you didn't just take me with you, to begin with?" the boy smiled as he opened his eyes. "Johnny Ray!"
For just a moment, Cara saw the boy that John had been before the Army and war had forced him to grow up too fast as the brothers grabbed each other in a hug.
"Well, the good news is, I don't think they can blame this one on you," Timmy laughed as they pulled apart.
"Oh, don't worry, they'll find a way," John smiled in return. "Damn, it's good to see you. I've missed you, kid."
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1968
"So, where's that pretty nurse this time?" Timmy asked, lifting his beer to his lips.
"She's stateside," John replied.
"That's too bad," he lamented. "She seemed crazy about you.”
“You think?"
He nodded. "Like you didn't know that. You keep in touch?”
"Kind of have to," he smirked.
“Yeah? Why's that? You knock her up or something?”
"Well, yeah," he said, again, smirking.
"What?! No way," Timmy laughed.
"Yep," he grinned. "She traded her boots for booties.”
“You're pulling my leg again, aren't you? Trying to see what you can get your gullible baby bro to believe?"
"Not this time, Timmy," He reached for his pocket pulling out a photograph.
“Are you serious? I'm an Uncle? Get out of here!”
"A little girl. Rebecca Anne. She's four months old now," he smiled, turning the picture around proudly.
"Damn!" He laughed, taking the photo. "Can't deny this one. She looks just like you."
"I think so, too."
"Man, you are someone's Daddy," he laughed, then pushed him playfully. "You're really a dad! How weird is that?"
John laughed, “It's pretty cool. I mean, I haven't actually seen her and I don't know when or if I ever will, but just something about…, knowing she and the hot nurse are waiting for me back home, it makes it easier to get through the days."
Tim nodded solemnly, squeezing his brother's shoulder.
"You'll make it home to your girls and if the hot nurse…,"
“Cara."
"What?"
"The hot nurse. Her name is Cara," he explained.
"Okay, if Cara still wants your stubborn ass, you two will have a whole houseful of kids. And Uncle Timmy will move in next door and teach them the important things in life. Like how to annoy you. I'll keep them hopped up on ice cream and soda. I'll be the best Uncle ever!" He looked at the picture again. “She is…, she’s beautiful, Johnny Ray.” He sobered a bit. “Have you told the folks?”
“I wrote them a letter,” he shrugged.
“Oh, that should go over well,” Tim scoffed. “You didn’t call them?”
“Like that’s an argument I want to have while having to scream ‘over’ every five words,” he retorted. “Besides, I don’t want Dad…, being Dad about it and I’ll get pissed off and I just don’t want that.”
“Hey, it’s a grandbaby and a pretty one at that,” he shrugged. “All parents want those. Even Dad.”
“Won’t take that chance,” he shook his head.
“Yeah, I get it,” Timmy agreed. “Just think about it. Dad will be an asshole, but Mom will be thrilled. She deserves a call.”
“I’ll think about it,” John replied. “When do you ship out again?”
“Two days, you?” Tim took another sip of his beer and slipped the photo in his pocket.
“Not sure and I saw that. Give me back my picture,” he grinned, holding out his hand.
“Oh, come on,” Timmy wheedled. “She’s my niece. Let me have it.”
“No. It’s the only one I have. You’re not snaking my only picture of my daughter.”
“She’s my niece. Your hot nurse will send you another,” Timmy laughed.
“Yeah, in six months, when the mail catches up with me again,” he replied, snatching the picture and putting it in his pocket, fending off Tim’s attempts to get it back.
“You’re still no fun, Johnny Ray,” he pouted.
“Tell you what, next time the mail catches up to me, if there is another picture of Becca, I’ll give you this one,” John promised.
“Then I’ll want the newest one,” he smirked. “But I guess that’ll have to do.”
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“Kreese, I need to speak to you,” the base commander approached him as the unit was returning.
He sighed. What he really wanted was to sleep. Not go over endless questions and paperwork with the Commander. “Can’t it wait until I get a shower and a cup of coffee, Major?”
“Not this time, Son,” he shook his head.
“Just go ahead then,” he sighed again.
The Major looked down and seemed to be having a hard time finding his words. “Your brother, Private Timothy Kreese was brought into the hospital…, his wounds were too serious. I’m sorry, John. He didn’t make it.” He held out a set of dog tags.
John took them in a daze, still not believing it, as his soldiers crowded around to show their sympathy and support.
“His body is still in processing, if you’d like to pay your respects.”
“Thank you, Major,” John said, barely above a whisper. He swallowed hard, then turned to his men. “Go ahead and get cleaned up, get some grub, you know what to do. I’ll…, um…, I’ll check in in a bit.”
“You want someone to go with you, Captain?” Racine asked.
“No,” he shook his head. “You all need to rest. They’ll probably send us back out first thing in the morning. Take the time while you can.”
“Cap, we don’t mind,” another spoke up.
“That’s an order,” Kreese replied. “Racine, you’re in charge.”
“Yes, sir.”
He walked towards the makeshift morgue.
“Oh, Timmy,” he sighed, finding the right table. He pulled the sheet back. He looked so young. Too young to be there. Too young to be gone. “You weren’t supposed to be here. I’m sorry. I was supposed to protect you. I…, I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t here…,” he wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t a better brother. Maybe if I had…, let you take care of yourself more…, you…, well, it’s too late now.”
He fell silent, standing next to his brother. At some point, he became aware of a tall figure standing guard in the doorway. He should have known that Silver wouldn’t listen, even to direct orders. He’d deal with that later.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but when the light started showing through the door, he finally said goodbye.
“I’ll call Mom. You were right. She deserves a call.” He leaned down, putting his head against his brother’s forehead. “I love you, kid.” Just before pulling the sheet back up, he took the picture of Becca from his pocket and slipped it in Timmy’s pocket. “You would have been the greatest Uncle.”
He was surprised to see Silver still standing guard, though now he was more leaning against the doorway than standing in it. He hadn’t said a word all night. That had to be some type of record.
“Come on, Silver,” he said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s get back to training. I won’t lose you too.”
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snowcaps + nightcaps: chp 1
series masterlist - full masterlist
summary: you take a job as a chalet girl for the mendes family for the winter. over late nights and various nighttime beverages on a balcony, you fall in love with the boss’s son despite your best efforts. the two of you yearn for each other even though impossible circumstances keep you apart.
warnings: none for this chapter!
a/n: this first chapter is mostly intro for characters and plot setup; promise there will be much more shawn in the coming chapters!
~*~
“Okay,” you say while clicking the tupperware lid closed, “what’s in the fridge should last you a week, and the freezer should last you around a month.”
“Thank you, darlin’. You know you didn’t have to do all this-- I’m a grown man who can make his own food,” your dad says from across the kitchen island, sitting on one of the bar stools.
You scoff. “Right, a grown man who can make his own honey on toast.”
“Hey now, don’t knock honey on toast! That’s a timeless classic.”
“Timeless, but you can’t live on it forever.” Your smile recedes slightly as you open the refrigerator door, back turned to your dad. You were joking, but you were painfully aware that honey on toast was the only meal he even had the energy to make anymore.
“Don’t worry, hon,” a middle-aged woman assures, walking into the kitchen area, “I’m here to help out.” She jingles a key.
You walk over to give her a hug. “Thank you Justine.” Your voice is smaller than you expected.
“What are neighbors for, hm?” She rubs your back. “Besides,” she pulls away, “I’m stuck in that big ol’ house alone all day. This old geezer will give me some company.”
Your dad laughs, hearty and full. Tears blur your vision without permission. You’re not sure you can go months without hearing that sound in person.
You sniffle. “You know, maybe I don’t need to go. I can just pick up some extra shifts at the diner, or--”
“Darlin’, no. Come here,” your dad says, arms outstretched. You place your hands in his and he squeezes as hard as he can, his left hand trembling. “You need to go out and explore the world while you still can. You’re young. An opportunity like this doesn’t come so often.”
You look up at the ceiling to let the tears flow back to where they came from. “Okay,” you sigh shakily, “it is a lot of money.”
“Hey,” his voice is stern. “Look at me.” You obey, hoping your eyes aren’t red. “Make the most of this winter. You deserve to get to know the beautiful person you are.”
The tears you pushed in return with a vengeance, spilling out before you can catch them. All you can do is nod as your dad pulls you into an embrace. You breathe in his woodsy cologne. Somehow, you feel like you’re going to be alright.
~*~
The grip on your suitcase is tight as you look around the train station. The email from Nina, the girl you’d be working with, said that she’d be waiting at the west terminal. Excited to spend the season with you! Nina, she signed. You were relieved to read the message; at the very least, you would have a nice colleague.
Amongst the herd of brightly-colored puffer jackets, you spot your name in black lettering on a piece of cardboard. As you get closer, you realize that it’s scratchily applied black nail polish.
The young woman holding the sign doesn’t notice you, busy talking to someone on her phone. “God, babes, and did you see that guy who was staring at my arse the whole night? He had the hairiest chest I’d ever seen-- like love, sorry, this isn’t happening, you’re such a perv,” she laughs and continues, “yeah, I know! And I-- oh, I gotta call you back, babes.”
She ends the call and lowers her sunglasses, taking a good look at you. “Seriously?” She seems amused more than anything else.
“Yup,” you respond. There’s nothing you can do to stop the awkward tight-lipped chipmunk smile that appears on your face.
She sighs, pulling her sparkly keychain from her jacket pocket. “Alright, get your things in the trunk and let’s get going, then.”
The drive is quiet despite your multiple attempts at conversation. Nina maneuvers the car through winding roads with a strangely disinterested expression while you hold the seatbelt close to your chest.
You must have been staring, because she shoots you a frown. “What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?” She gasps. “No, have I got a spot?” Nina twists the rearview mirror and leans close in a frenzy, pulling at her face. The car lurches into the opposite lane, earning a blaring honk from an oncoming vehicle and a squeal from you.
“Oh, cool it! I was barely over the line!” Nina shouts out the window. She settles back in her seat. “Ugh these tires make the worst noise. I’ll have to get Jeremy to look at those later.”
“Right, the tires,” you say, too embarrassed to admit that you were the source of the sound.
After the near-accident, you decide not to distract Nina. Your eyes focus on a raindrop stain on the window as you allow your thoughts to swirl. What would your dad be doing now? Hopefully he’s doing okay. It’s barely been a day… but then again, what if he’s worried about you? What if he hasn’t eaten yet? What if he faints or has a heart attack and he’s all alone in the house because you’re not there and--
Your gaze shifts past the stain and onto the scenery unfolding outside the window. The muddied slush has been replaced by majestic snowcaps, the scraggly bare trees by towering evergreens. The air even looks crisper. “Oh my god, it’s so…”
“White?” Nina looks over at you, raising an eyebrow.
“The mountains, they’re so… tall,” you breathe.
“Right, as opposed to short mountains.” Nina shakes her head. “You clearly don’t ski. Why are you even here?”
“Well, I need the money and this job pays really well, so…”
“What do you mean you need the money?” Nina glances at you again. “Oh, wait, that makes sense.
You scoff and shake your head. “Well, why are you here, then, if not for the money?”
“Are you kidding me? Wow, the agency must have really been desperate for a Jenny replacement if they picked someone from the middle of nowhere like you.”
“Are you going to answer my question?”
Nina clicks her tongue. “Why wouldn’t I be here? Everyone wants this job. The Mendeses are only at the chalet for two weeks at the maximum for ‘family bonding time.’ We have the rest of the winter all to ourselves. We literally get paid to stay in a chalet right next to the best slopes in the world and use their killer hot tub for an entire season.”
“Oh… funny thing is, I almost turned this down,” you say.
Nina looks at you like you’re crazy.
“Okay, maybe not that fun--”
“I had literally twenty girls texting me about this job when they heard about Jenny’s leg. Twenty! But the agency said they had to see the candidates before sending them in.” She rolls her eyes.
The car pulls into the driveway of the chalet and you can’t help but gasp at the sight, Nina’s words forgotten. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Alright, don’t cream yourself, now. We’ve got to get you trained,” Nina says while unbuckling the seatbelt.
“What floor are we on?” You ask.
Nina flashes you a now-familiar look of incredulity. “What do you-- oh, for god’s sake, the entire building is ours!”
You take a deep breath. Seems like Nina’s got her work cut out for her.
~*~
The twin bed creaks when you collapse face-first onto it.
“They’re coming in tomorrow around 5, so remember what I told you about dinner; I’m the actor, and you’re back--”
“Backstage, got it,” you complete, your voice muffled by the pillow.
“After all, I’ve practically grown up with them. God, I remember this one time…”
Nina continues to talk as she folds various articles of clothing strewn about the other side of your shared room. In a chalet this big, you wonder, it’s rather interesting how the two of you are forced to cohabitate. Your eyelids grow heavier and you’re just about to welcome a dreamless slumber when something hits your head.
You sit up and remove what you now recognize as a white lace thong from your line of vision. “What the hell?”
“Are you listening to me? We’re not done yet,” Nina says, now facing you. “Three rules for being a chalet girl. One: no friends in the chalet. Two: you can party as much as you want, as long as breakfast is on the table at 8.
“Three: no sleeping with the clients, even from neighboring chalets,” she considers herself, “unless they’re fit.”
“No sleeping with the clients? Damn, what am I supposed to do with my industrial pack of condoms now?” you joke, slingshotting the thong at Nina, causing her brown hair to flitter behind her shoulders.
“Oh, hush.” Nina throws it onto a pile of clothes. “I’m getting into the hot tub one last time before the family arrives tomorrow. Don’t wait up.”
“No need to worry about that.”
The door closes and you flip backwards onto the bed. You shut your eyes, but sleep doesn’t come as easily as it did before. As if by fate, your leg starts to vibrate. You fish out your phone from your pocket and check the glowing screen. Your dad.
“Hello?” you pick up the phone.
“Hi darlin’, how was your first day?” It’s barely been 24 hours since you left him, but his voice makes your eyes misty.
“It was good, good… everything’s going really well,” you lie, choosing to omit the number of plates you dropped and the misplaced utensils. “I made a new friend, too.”
“That’s my girl!” You can hear his smile through the phone and it’s enough to put a small one on your face.
“What about you, how was your day?”
“Oh, it was the usual! Just got some reading done, and, oh! Justine was kind enough to drop by with some paella.”
“Lucky, you know how much I love her paella,” you whine. “Did you remember to--”
“Take my meds? Yes I did; I’m not so old that I’m losing my memory just yet.”
The mere mention of memory loss has you choked up. The doctors said that although it was a possibility, dementia wasn’t something to worry about yet. Still, you’re wishing now more than ever that you were on the couch with your dad instead of on a creaky bed in the middle of the Alps.
“I have a busy day tomorrow,” you manage through the ball in your throat, “so I’ll call you later, yeah?”
“Of course, darlin’. I love you.”
“I love you,” you say quickly before ending the call.
After rolling over to switch off the bedside lamp, you burrow under the covers. You’re too ashamed to see yourself cry yourself to sleep.
~*~
“So what do I call them? Sir and ma’am or by their names?” you whisper to Nina as the two of you stand to the side of the landing strip.
“Call them? I thought we discussed this. I’m the one who talks to them, you’re backstage.”
“Right…”
The Mendes family steps off their private plane, laughing among themselves. Immediately, you’re drawn to the head of brown curls peeking out through the group. It belongs to a tall young man in a leather jacket.
Nina notices your gaze and leans towards you. “Rule number three?”
“I thought there were exceptions for ‘fit’ guys?” you ask, only partly joking. You’re determined for this job to work out, but goddamn is he attractive.
“He’s taken, anyway,” Nina says.
You hum, grateful for a reason to stay focused on the job. Cook and clean for a rich family for three months and go home with a fat check; should be easy enough.
Tall Handsome Boy starts walking toward the two of you. You have to remind yourself to breathe. The evening sun sews golden thread through his hair and embroiders swirls across his face. You resist the urge to search him for angel wings.
“Is it just me, or is he walking in slow motion?” you say to Nina.
She chuckles. “It’s just you. Now, don’t gawk too much, you’ll embarrass me.”
“Wow, I’ve finally gotten a laugh out of yo--”
“Hello, needledick!” Nina is engulfed in a hug.
“Long time no see, fungus!” Tall Handsome Boy steps back from Nina and turns to you. “Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Shawn.” He offers his hand.
“Y/N,” you say and shake his hand, still a little stunned by the interaction that just played out.
“I don’t have a needle dick, by the way.”
“He did when he was eleven!”
Shawn shoots Nina a playful glare and opens his mouth to respond when someone pounces on him from behind, causing your hands to disconnect.
“Oh, baby, it’s even more beautiful than it was last year,” muses the blonde offender, linking her arm with Shawn’s. She notices you and grabs hold of your hand. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there! I’m Kaye.”
Her warm energy softens your expression. You give her your name. The sparkle in her eyes gives you hope that it won’t be too difficult to take care of these people.
“Ooh, it’s chilly! Let’s get inside, I’m about to become a popsicle!” Kaye ushers Shawn to one of the black cars waiting for them.
A teenage girl follows, dragging a suitcase behind her as if it’s merely an extension of her arm. “You’d think that after two winters here she’d know how to dress for the cold,” she says, wrapping an arm around Nina’s torso.
Nina embraces the girl lightly. “Hi love.” She gestures to you and says, “this is the new Jenny.”
“Oh, rad. I’m Aaliyah.”
Two more figures appear while you introduce yourself. A man in a black peacoat has his hand on the waist of a sunglasses-clad woman.
The man extends a hand to you. “Hey, call me Manny. Thanks for stepping in.” Meanwhile, the woman envelops Nina in a hug and kisses her head. “Just, uh, do whatever Nina does, I guess. You can’t go wrong.”
Manny reaches for the woman and continues, “This is my wife, Karen.” She regards you wordlessly, simply adjusting her sunglasses. “Who apparently has a sore throat. We’ll see you at the chalet, then, eh?” He guides his wife and daughter to the cars, leaving you alone with Nina.
Or at least, you thought he left you with Nina. When you look to ask her about wardrobe for the night, you see she’s already at least fifteen steps to the car.
She turns around, frustration evident. “Keep up!”
“Whoops.” This is going to be an interesting winter.
~*~
and that’s it for chapter 1! expect chapter 2 sometime next week. i’m really excited for this series, so feel free to send me asks about it!
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Second in Command (Ch. 20)
Summary: Life as the "spare to the heir" isn't all that it's cracked up to be when you're the supposed screw-up of the family, but people don't know what really happens behind closed doors.
Rating: Mature
A/N: Full disclosure, I have never been huge on royalty. I’ve always thought it was interesting watching the glamorous lives they lead, but it’s not generally my cup of tea. That said, I somehow sat down and wrote all of these words about a fictitious royal family simply because I needed an interesting way to keep two characters from being together. Who knew it would spark my imagination and pique the interest of you guys the way it did?
So it started with a man getting caught in the rain and wandering into a pub, meeting a woman, and it’s ending with a woman wandering into a chapel, marrying a man.
You guys are the best, and I can never thank you enough. This story is crazy and all over the place, and I most definitely put off writing this chapter because I didn’t want it to end...so look out for the small, multi-part epilogue because I have no chill. Seriously, thank you.
Also, the cover is for those who asked for visuals.
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He cannot sleep, the anticipation of tomorrow morning keeping him up while Liam snores away in the next room. It’s not that he hasn’t tried to fall into a slumber, knowing that no matter how much adrenaline is running through him that tomorrow – or is it today now – will still be a long day. Because he has tried, lying down in bed and shutting his eyes as he endeavored to force himself into sleeping for hours on end. Giving up, miserable staying still as his entire body screams at him to move around, he gets out of bed, grabbing his phone and a sweater before going to walk back and forth out on his balcony.
It’s perfect for his pacing because no one will see him, and he can simply be alone. He doesn’t really want to be alone. He wants to be with Emma, but he can’t exactly do that right now. He can, however, text her. He doesn’t expect Emma to be awake. He wishes her to be asleep so she won’t be as bloody exhausted as he is tomorrow…today…but he’d really just like to talk to her right now.
Killian: You up?
He barely gets a chance to put his phone back into his pocket before he feels it vibrate against his thigh.
Emma: Why Your Highness, are you requesting a royal booty call the night before you’re to be wed? How scandalous.
He can just imagine her saying the words, teasingly batting her eyelashes as she twists her hair between her fingers and softly smiles at him. He chuckles to himself before sitting down on one of the lounge chairs and looking up at the night sky, inky black above the vast land that stretches out ahead of him, the only light coming from the stars above and lanterns at the corner of each balcony railing. He understands the tradition of being separated the night before the wedding, but he’s really hating it right now as he texts her back.
Killian: Not a booty call, but maybe just a call.
His phone rings within the next thirty seconds, and he answers immediately, propping his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he hears Emma’s voice.
“So you requested a call but not of the booty variety?”
A laugh passes through his lips while warmth settles within his chest. If he can’t be with her, this is good enough. “Why aren’t you asleep, love?”
“I think I could ask you the same question.”
“I can’t sleep,” he admits, a slight breeze gusting over him, and he idly hopes that the weather forecast for later stays pleasant and there’s no repeat of the rain from earlier.
“Me either.”
“Are you nervous, Emma?”
“Not nervous to be marrying you. Like, that part I’m okay with. You might even say I’m excited about it.”
“But?”
“I’m nervous because of all of the people watching. I just keep reminding myself that it’s just you and me, just us.”
“Just us.”
It’s silent for a moment, restlessness fading away as he stretches out on the lounger, before she speaks again. “Is Liam snoring?”
“Bloody hell, yes,” he snorts, curling his legs into himself, “but he’s in the other room. How are your roommates?”
“Fast asleep. I’m currently sitting in the bathroom talking to you.”
“Well, the acoustics are better there. I’m sitting out on the balcony.”
“Damn,” she laughs, the sound making him feel like maybe they’re not actually in two different places. “That would have been a much better plan on my part. There’s a couch in here, though.”
“A couch in the bathroom?”
“It’s a very fancy place your dad has me set up in. It’s almost like he likes me or something.”
“He’s not the only one.”
“Goofball.”
Eventually he settles back into the softness of the unfamiliar bed, the mattress dipping underneath the weight of his body, as he and Emma continue to talk until suddenly her voice goes silent on the other end of the phone, just soft breaths coming through the speaker until he disconnects the call and manages to fall asleep as well.
When he wakes a few hours later, his head stuffy from his lack of sleep, he still somehow feels calm and rested, like he could go days without sleep and be fine today, sod what his anxious self told him earlier this morning when he couldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t say no to some coffee, though, and when there’s a knock at the door of his suite and a tray of food with a pot of steaming hot coffee waiting for him, he thinks that it may very well be some kind of wedding day miracle, especially because Liam’s still asleep and Killian can keep this all to himself.
It’s a beautiful day outside already, the summer sun shining across the well-groomed grass and making the pool several floors below shine in his eyes while he goes about eating his omelet and fruit and drinking the sweet, sweet nectar that is coffee this morning. When he places his mug back down, he sees an envelope underneath his plate, a small bit of Emma’s elegant script poking out underneath it, and she seems to have had the same idea that he did this morning in sending breakfast and what seems to be a letter.
He smiles before opening up the envelope and pulling out a piece of stationary marked with Emma’s hotel and the slightest coffee ring stain.
Killian,
I finally feel as if my life is a bit of a fairytale, and before you get your hopes up that it’s you making me feel that way, it’s more the fact that I’m sitting in a bathrobe while my toes are being painted writing you a letter on actual stationary with a pen that might as well be a quill. It’s just missing a feather. It makes me feel as if I’m in one of those historical romances I so often force you into watching, but I also know that I’ll probably text you this morning as well, sending you my own little modern day love letter in addition to this one.
Or maybe just a text about how hungry I am because I’m not sure I can eat this breakfast you sent me.
It’s not that it’s not good food. My stomach is just doing summersaults with how excited I am.
The coffee is good, though. Thanks, babe.
I was woken up at five this morning after, as you know, just a few hours of sleep because I was on a “not booty” call until the early hours of this morning, and I feel like my body hasn’t been left alone since. Anyways, enough complaining about how the birds and deer are dressing me because I really did mean to write something actually romantic. You’re not the only one who can be a regular Mr. Darcy, babe.
Six years ago today, at about this time really, I was trying to fall back asleep after waking up and being just absolutely tormented with the fact that I’d kissed this guy who I really liked despite all of my attempts not to, and then my dad had walked in on us when things were really getting good. You’d gone away, to Scotland if I remember correctly, with your mom for a few days, and in that time I just completely lost it thinking about how the hell could I ever trust a man again with my heart, especially someone with your position in life. It was like torture, the war taking place between my heart and my head, and then you just showed up at the pub and all of my feelings spilled out because I was already so comfortable with you in our months of knowing each other…or bickering and teasing each other at two in the morning when we were both delusional and exhausted.
Telling you about my past that day, taking down a stone or two of my walls and reservations, was one of the best decisions I ever made. We met by chance, but we’re together by choice. Loving you and having you love me in return has been the greatest adventure full of laughter, hardships and heartbreaks, and most of all, happiness.
Killian Michael Philip Louis, my love, I love you with all of my being, and I’ll see you in just a few hours. I don’t think you’ll be able to miss me. I’m going to be in a very fancy white dress.
Love always,
Emma
He picks up his phone immediately, calling her with just the goofiest of grins on his face. He knows how much it means for Emma to be the one to write and say sentimental things. It’s not that she doesn’t do it, as she has grown in her confidence in her words the longer they’ve been together, but he still remembers the woman who only showed her true affection through physical acts instead of words.
“Hello,” she greets, but she’s yawning when she’s saying it so it really just sounds like one long lo. He can hear Ruby talking to Mary Margaret in the background as someone tells Emma not to move her eyelashes or the glue will be messed up.
“Hello, darling. You got any plans today?”
“Just a little thing, and then I’m free, ya weirdo.”
He hums before taking another sip of his coffee as the sun settles a little closer to the middle of the sky while the time passes on. Emma’s apparently been up for hours while he’s still in his pajamas and hasn’t seen a soul all day.
“Good. So I got a curious piece of mail this morning.”
“Did you now?”
“Yeah, it seems that I have an admirer who loves me very much.”
“Funny, I got the same type of letter this morning. Though, I’m sure the one you received was much more romantic and well-written. Something that should be preserved for historical literary significance.”
“I’m thinking about having it framed.”
The two of them talk for a few minutes longer until Emma’s makeup artists tells her she can’t be moving her lips, and he lets her go, heading inside to his own room to find Liam standing there already getting dressed in his uniform for the day, buttoning his jacket and adjusting the medals on his chest.
“Well, good morning. Nice to see you’ve finally come inside from your sunbathing.”
“Don’t be jealous that I ate all of the food, brother.”
“There was food?”
Killian laughs before heading into the bathroom and hopping into the shower, letting the water wash away the day before and wake him up so that he can dress in his uniform, something more uncommon to him than his suits as he only wears it for special occasions and really only on St. Patrick’s Day. It feels different draping the red coat over his body and even weirder when the blue sash is put across his chest while gold pendants and multi-colored medals are attached to his chest and his shoulders. Liam’s wearing the same uniform but in black, and his medals include the honors he earned while serving instead of the ones he was granted by his father for simply being born.
He has to leave his phone with his aide before they walk out of the hotel, so he texts Emma one more time to tell her that he loves her and he’ll see her soon before handing his phone off and being disconnected from Emma until she’s at the alter with him.
God, until she’s at the alter with him.
He’s got to be at the Church grounds a little after eleven, an entire hour before Emma even arrives, and he and Liam are dropped off on one of the paths so that the two of them can greet some of the crowds gathered outside of the gates of the palace. It doesn’t seem to be too much of a crowd as he and Liam chat and wave while managing to move along so that they’re on time, knowing that this entire day is on a tight schedule, but when they turn the corner, he can see the long stretch of road on which Emma will ride down with David absolutely packed with onlookers who erupt into cheers when he and Liam come into sight. To put it in a word, it’s insane. There’s nothing else for it, and even if he experienced something similar on the day of Liam’s wedding, nothing could have prepared him for this mania surrounding him.
“It’s a bit wild, don’t you think, little brother?”
“Younger,” he corrects automatically, clapping onto Liam’s shoulder as they continue to walk, gravel crunching underneath their feet. “You have to call me younger from now on.”
“Maybe when you’re married, Killian.”
He laughs at his brother’s cheekiness before stopping to see a few more people, eternally grateful that they all care about him enough to wait outside for what he’s sure is hours or days ahead of time to stand here at the front of the path. He even spots a few people from last night, their clothes the same and hair a bit disheveled, and he makes sure to give them a wave and smile.
“Good morning, everyone,” he shouts, waving to all of the people outside, trying to avoid staring into the television cameras that seem to be as numerous as the crowd. “I’d stay and chat, but I’ve got someone who needs me inside on time.”
The waiting is pure agony, seconds feeling like minutes and minutes feeling like hours. Liam tries to distract him, chatting with Killian about anything and everything, and as much as he appreciates it, it doesn’t help. He’s honestly not sure what Liam’s said, the words flowing in one ear and out the other. He hears the music change before he sees Mary Margaret walk into the Chapel, a brilliant smile on her face as she takes a seat, giving him the most subtle of nods before straightening out the imaginary wrinkles in her dress. The anticipation only increases then because he knows that Emma is on the palace grounds with Abigail and Ruby and all of the children, and he feels like he may burst if time doesn’t pass more quickly. He probably looks like the most anxious man alive, all jittery and antsy, and he one hundred percent should have had a small glass of rum before showing up today.
When his parents walk in, he knows that they are the last to arrive before David and Emma, and this is the home stretch. He can do it.
A fanfare sounds to announce Emma’s arrival, and he cannot help the smile that blooms on his face as he waits for her to walk through the mahogany stained archway and onto the black and white tiled floor. When he sees the first hint of white, even if it’s not quite clear, his heart begins thumping in his chest, his entire body warming even as something pleasant becomes lodged in his throat. As she and David get closer, he beams, the happiness – and he’s sure that’s what the emotion lodged in his throat was now – radiating from him as she comes into view.
She’s gorgeous, her skin tanned against the white lace snugly covering her entire body, her blonde curls falling down her back as they’re pinned back by the tiara he knows is gracing her head. He can’t see her face quite yet, still too far away that he can’t see her through the sheer material of her veil. As she gets closer, he sees Alexander walking with all of the other children behind her, Ruby holding Emma’s veil and corralling the kids, and Killian knows that Alex is probably itching to be the one standing with Emma because he doesn’t quite understand what’s happening here. He’ll have to make sure to hold Alex later to make up for the confusion.
God, he loves her so damn much.
He can’t believe this is happening.
Finally, finally, finally, Emma is near the alter, her face completely visible to him, and she’s the most beautiful woman alive. Really and truly. Who cares how biased he is? He certainly doesn’t.
“Hi,” she mouths to him before she steps up onto the alter, squeezing David’s arm before he lets go and joins Mary Margaret in the pews.
Killian takes her slightly shaking hand, helping her step up where he is, and all of the anticipation has totally been worth it for this moment alone when he lifts the veil over her head and there are no barriers left between the two of them. “You look stunning, love.”
“You look – ”
“I know.”
She laughs the smallest bit before the Archbishop calls for their attention and the ceremony begins, the two of them being united as man and wife within the next fifty minutes as hymnals are played, sermons are preached, and vows are promised to each other.
“First,�� the Archbishop begins, and Emma squeezes his hand just a little more tightly knowing what moment this is, “I am required to ask anyone present who knows a reason why these persons may not lawfully marry, to declare it now.”
The Chapel is blessedly silent, and while there was no real risk of anyone saying anything, with all he and Emma went through to get here, it’s a bit of a relief, Emma nervously chuckling when the Archbishop moves on.
“The vows you are about to take are to be made in the presence of God, who is judge of all and knows all the secrets of our hearts; therefore if either of you knows a reason why you may not lawfully marry, you must declare it now.”
When neither say anything, Killian knows that it’s his turn to make his vows, the schedule of the day drilled into his head even with the mess of emotions coursing through his body.
“Killian, will you take Emma to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and protect her, and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”
“I will.”
Emma smiles at him before looking down, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheek, while she suppresses a laugh. He’s got no idea what she’s laughing at, but he has to bite his bottom lip to contain his own when she looks back at him with mirth dancing in her eyes.
“Emma, will you take Killian to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and protect him, and, forsaking all others, be faithful as long as you both shall live?”
“I will.”
The entire congregation is invited to support and uphold their marriage before everyone prays and his mother’s cousin Lillith reads several verses in the Nave as the choir sings. Emma’s bouncing a bit even under the weight of her dress, and while he can’t hold her hand quite yet, they’re almost there.
“You okay?” he whispers when the song begins to wind down.
She simply smiles, and it’s the smile she reserves for him, soft and sweet and happy.
Finally, after her bouquet is placed on a side table, he’s able to take her hands, grasping them as they stand in the middle of the alter again and officially make their vows to each other.
“I, Killian, take you, Emma, to be my wife, to have to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part according to God’s holy law. In the presence of God I make this vow.”
Emma squeezes his hand before she begins, her thumb brushing over his knuckles, and it’s then that he realizes that she has on her sapphire ring on her right hand. He knows for a fact that she wasn’t supposed to wear any jewelry on her hands, even her engagement ring, and he smiles thinking about her likely slipping it on at the last minute.
“I, Emma, take you, Killian, to be my husband, to have to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part according to God’s holy law. In the presence of God I make this vow.”
The Archbishop prays over their exchange of rings before Killian slide’s Emma’s wedding band over her ring finger, his gaze only leaving hers to make sure that he doesn’t drop the ring or slide it onto her middle finger.
“Emma, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage. With my body I honor you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”
Emma beams at him, her smile practically reaching up to her eyes as she slides his wedding band onto his ring finger, holding it there as she repeats his words.
“Killian, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage. With my body I honor you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”
The Archbishop takes their hands, joining them together, and he runs his finger over the gold while their marriage is blessed to the crowd, and right now he really and truly hates that he cannot kiss her quite yet like every other man and wife would be able to do at this moment. Instead they’re hurried into a small room where they sign the registrar and officially become man and wife in the eyes of the law and of his father, their titles being changed into The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Emma’s hands shake a bit as she signs first with her given name and then when she signs with her new name and all of the history and responsibility behind it.
When it’s official, the two of them finally get to exit the room, everyone maneuvering around Emma’s dress and veil as they all exit the doors and walk back down the aisle, waving at everyone and smiling with Emma’s hand wrapped around his bicep while her other hand holds her bouquet as they exit the Chapel as husband and wife.
Finally.
“This is insane,” Emma gasps when they walk through the double doors and back out into the sunlight to the sounds of church bells and cheers of all of the people from his patronages that they invited to stand outside of the Chapel, and he laughs that Emma had the exact same thought they he had when he was walking inside with Liam. That seems like a lifetime ago, and maybe it was.
“I know, but a good kind of insane, yeah?”
“The best.”
When they reach the stairs, standing under the archways of green foliage mixed in with blooming white magnolias and a few of the flowers people gave he and Emma yesterday, Emma turns to him, leaning in close, before whispering, “Can I kiss you now?”
“Absolutely.”
They lean into each other before their lips finally press together for a fleeting moment, Emma as soft and as warm as she always is in this gentle caress. He knows there’s the sound of cheers and trumpets all around them, and while he can hear them, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the fact that he’s currently getting to kiss his wife.
When they pull back from each other, instead of pulling away, Emma rests her forehead against his and speaks against his lips, “I love you.”
“I love you, my darling.”
They’re loaded into a red and gold laden horse-drawn carriage, with white horses leading them, and even as they’re driven into the crowds, more people surrounding them than ever before the further away from the Chapel they get, it’s the first time he and Emma have truly been alone together, relatively speaking, since their goodbyes yesterday evening.
“So, this whole being married thing,” he teases, interlacing his fingers with hers and bringing her hand up to press a kiss against her knuckles before resting it in his lap, “is it treating you well?”
Emma snorts, actually, legitimately snorts as her free hand waves to the crowd. “I mean, I think it’s going well, but who knows what’ll happen when we’re alone together without all of these people? I might totally change my mind. Though, I do love a man in uniform, so that may be working in your favor today.”
“You’re already the best wife, darling. I mean, I don’t have a lot to judge on, but you’re doing great.”
Emma turns from looking out at the crowd to looking at him, giving him the smile she reserves just for him again and returning his kiss to her knuckles by leaning down and kissing his shoulder. “You’re a pretty good husband, too.” She shrugs before winking. “Not a lot to judge on, but you’re doing great so far.”
Their ride is at least twenty minutes, and he just takes it all in. His life is not normal. He’s well aware of that, and if he wasn’t, the fact that he’s in a horse drawn carriage leaving his wedding and waving to the masses would be a pretty good clue otherwise. But it is normal in the way that he and Emma always have been. They love each other, and that’s all there is to it. About halfway through the ride, Emma leans over and starts questioning all of the different ways there are to wave, demonstrating them and laughing as he joins in. They look ridiculous, but his chest is heaving with laughter and a tear escapes Emma’s eyes for the very same reason.
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, or maybe it’s the jubilation at being here in this moment.
After their loop is finished, the two of them are ushered back into the Palace in order to take official portraits while their guests wait for them at their first reception. Emma has to have her makeup retouched while he goes to greet their families in the sitting room where they’re taking pictures. He sees Abigail first as she’s squatting down talking to all of the children, but she doesn’t see him. Alex does, though, squealing at a volume that could break glass over him being in the room.
“Hi, buddy,” Killian grins, picking him up and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “are you having fun?”
Alex shakes his head from side to side, and Killian has to laugh at the very honest answer of a toddler. He imagines it’s probably not fun for them to be stuck in small suits and dresses with no toys or entertainment for such long periods of time. Hell, there were times during the ceremony when he was bored out of his mind, and he’s nearly thirty years old, not three.
“Well, that’s okay. You’re almost ready to go home.” He places Alex back on the ground to join everyone else before pulling Abigail into a hug and kissing her cheek. “Hello, love.”
“Hello, Mr. Married Man. Where’s your bride?”
“Getting her hair and makeup touched up before the portraits because it was a little hotter outside than she was expecting. That, or she was just too nervous and started sweating.”
“She was as calm as a cucumber, Killian. Not even I was that calm. God, I was a mess before I got married.”
“You were beautiful, Abi dear. Thanks for being with Emma today.”
She squeezes his bicep and gives him a reassuring smile that settles somewhere in the pit of his stomach, his gratitude for this woman never ending. “I love you both. I can’t imagine having anyone else as my family.”
“I love you, too.”
He greets the rest of his family as the camera crew sets up, and just as things begin to calm down, Emma comes into the room, her train and veil still taking multiple people to transport while moving around. He has no idea how she moves in that thing, especially with how it clings to her body with every step, but she does.
“Oh my baby,” Mary Margaret cries, rushing over to Emma at the same time that Alex cries out an Emmy. “I can’t believe you’re married.”
Emma chuckles before grabbing onto her mum’s wrist and squeezing. “I know, Mom. But you were with me when we got here. You knew it was happening.”
“But you weren’t married then. It was so surreal watching the two of you up there.”
Emma goes around greeting everyone else, or really, they greet her while she stands in place for pictures. They’ve got to get everyone out of here before they take pictures on their own, and wrangling children is no small feat. But pictures are done despite that and his father’s joking around with David.
When everyone is shuffled out to the reception, he and Emma take their official portraits, standing together in stiff poses, before being moved out to the gardens to take more casual ones. It reminds him of their engagement pictures, the only differences lying in the fact that it’s bloody hot instead of freezing and that Emma’s dress is a little more complicated. She’s taken her veil off, their aides transporting it for safe keeping, but the tiara still remains in her hair, the sun glistening off the pearls and diamonds.
“How do you move in this thing?” he jokes while helping her sit down on a set of stone steps.
“Very carefully and without breathing. I’ve got a corset on under here, and that thing is going to be ripped open and never used again.”
“Well, I was planning on doing that, but it’s nice to know you agree.”
Emma scrunches up her face, her nose wrinkling and her brows furrowing together before she pats him on the leg and lets out a breath. “Get all of your inappropriate jokes out now so you don’t say them later.”
“Well, the same could be said to you. I say we sprinkle them in to prepare everyone for Ruby’s speech.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s no preparing for that.”
When they’re finished with pictures – at least for now as the photographer says – he helps Emma to the dining hall, stopping just outside and pressing her against the wall before running his lips against her jaw, never staying anywhere for too long before his lips finally land against hers, soft and sweet and everything he’s wanted to do since they were announced as husband and wife.
Damn is that still weird to think.
Damn is that nice to think.
“I love you, Emma. You are gorgeous and wonderful and amazing.”
“So are you,” she whispers before running her hands against his hair, pushing the pieces that fell against his forehead back and keeping her fingers against his hairline. “You ready to go have some more people stare at us?”
“And to eat some damn good food.”
“That too.”
The sounds of glasses clinking distract Killian from his meal and his conversation with Emma to see David standing from his spot at the other end of the table with a glass of champagne in his hand and a smile on his face.
“Good afternoon,” David begins into the microphone that’s been set before him, his voice shaking the slightest bit. Killian places his fork on the table before reaching over and twining his fingers together with Emma, running his thumb back and forth over her wedding band and recently added engagement ring. “First, I’d like to thank His Majesty for hosting this wonderful reception, even if we all know he’s not the one who picked out the food and flowers. And then I’d like to thank all of you for coming to the wedding of our daughter Emma to Killian. I’ve been told that I can drop the formalities with him, which is good, because I didn’t get to know Killian as His Royal Highness, I got to know him as Killian, frequent pub patron and rum drinker who happened to have a crush on my daughter. Now, I don’t know how many of you knew Killian at twenty-three, but he wasn’t nearly as smooth as he is now. And he most definitely couldn’t hide the fact that he was smitten with my daughter.”
Killian turns to look at Emma, and she’s watching her father with cautious eyes, like she’s not sure of what he’s going to do next, and a timid smile tugging at her lips. Honestly, Killian’s not either, but he trusts Dave not to say anything too embarrassing…at least not at this reception.
“Emma was the slightest bit better at hiding her feelings, but six years ago today, my daughter started dating her husband, who is, I think, more importantly my son-in-law and one of the absolute best men on the planet. And while I could go on and on about the adventures and misadventures of Emma and Killian throughout the years, I’m not. I’d simply like to wish them a blessed marriage, through the good, through the bad, and through it all.”
David raises his glass as everyone else does the same, all of them echoing “to Emma and Killian” before settling down to a hushed tone of chatter across the hall as he and Emma continue to eat. His father also makes a speech, but it’s more to thank all of the diplomats in the room before the luncheon goes on a little too long and everyone gets too antsy sitting around without anything going on.
“So,” Ruby drawls, coming to squat down between he and Emma, “how much longer is this thing going on before we get to the real party with, you know, all of the alcohol and the celebrities and the music? Because I know you guys tried to keep the fact that David Beckham and George Clooney are here from me, but don’t think that I didn’t see them. I’d like to meet them and dance with them both at one time.”
“Not that much longer,” Killian answers while Emma tells Ruby, “both of those men are happily married, Rubes.”
“Well, so is Killian, but I’m still going to be dancing with him tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to it, lass.”
After the luncheon, the two of them are allowed an hour alone together before having to get ready for the reception his brother is hosting for them at Frogmore house, and as soon as Emma’s dress has been removed and Ruby and her mother leave, he’s on her, cupping her face and running the tips of his fingers against the hair at the edges of her face before pressing his lips against hers and really getting to kiss her, devour her while her arms cling to his back. It feels like liquid pleasure running through him when she kisses him back, moving her lips with his, but they can’t go any further than that even with the hour alone so he’s forced to pull back.
“As much as I’d like to continue this particular activity, especially with what I know you have on underneath this robe,” he fingers at the silk material of her collar, revealing the white lace underneath that she put on after taking the corset off, “we can’t get sweaty. Plus, not to make you doubt my abilities, I’d really rather spend the next hour drinking coffee with you.”
“Babe, I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”
It’s their first hour alone as a married couple, and the two of them are sitting in his room at Windsor in nothing but robes drinking copious amounts of coffee and filling each other in on how they spent their mornings when not with each other. He would say that it’s an odd choice, but it’s really not for them. He’s incredibly attracted to his wife…God, his wife…and he’d like nothing more than to plow into her and say sod to the next reception full of all of their friends and liked family. But what they’re doing right now feels right. It’s their wedding day, something they’ll never get again, and this will be the last time today that it’ll simply be the two of them and no one else until they’re back in his hotel room from earlier.
Plus, he really, desperately needed the caffeine after all of the adrenaline began to fade away.
“So we’re married, huh?”
He nudges his feet against Emma’s on the ottoman in front of the couch they’re sitting on, acknowledging her statement while he inhales the fresh aroma of his caffeine, the hot liquid running down his throat and causing him to think that this is equivalent to gold.
“We are,” he agrees. “Do you feel different?”
She laughs before putting her coffee down and resting her head on his shoulder and running her hands up and down his arm.
“Not in the slightest.”
“Yeah, but I can call you my wife now, so that’s something new.”
“I still accidentally called you my boyfriend last week, so I think it may take awhile for me to get used to our new names. Also, how weird is it that my last name isn’t Nolan anymore?”
“You’ll always be Nolan to me, love.”
“How much time do we have left before I’m forced back into a tight dress and heels?”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time, ignoring all of the texts filling up his home screen that he hasn’t checked since his aide gave the device back an hour ago. “Thirteen minutes.”
“Alright, babe. I’m going to make out with you one more time and get you all hot and bothered before you have to change into your tux.”
“You’re evil.”
“I love you,” she laughs before taking his drink out of his hand and straddling his thighs, “and your discomfort is a cross I’m willing to bear.”
He never thought he’d be so thrilled to put on tuxedo, but he is absolutely delighted compared to the uniform he had on earlier. It’s much less stuffy, and his shoulders don’t feel as heavy with all of the tassels and dressings of his earlier outfit. Emma’s still having her hair curled and makeup redone while he simply sits on the bed and waits for her. He’s got a pair of diamond earrings in his pocket that he should have given her when they were alone, but it somehow slipped his mind.
They’re his grandmother’s, and while Emma never got to meet her and he was never particularly close to her, he thinks that they’re very much Emma’s style. Simple and classic and entirely unassuming even with their shine.
A bit like Emma.
Damn is he sentimental and overly gushing today.
“You’re looking a little bored, Killian.”
“It’s riveting watching your hair curled, love. I’ve never been more entertained.”
“Do you guys see why I married him?” She asks her hairdresser, the girls giggling with her. “He’s totally kidding, but I’m going to choose to think that he actually finds this entertaining.”
When Emma’s finished getting ready, her hair pulled into a high ponytail with tendrils framing her face, she slips into her new dress, this one a strapless lace gown with a scalloped top and a cinched waist. It’s gorgeous, but then a white cape is added over her shoulders, making her look like some kind of bridal superhero.
“A cape, darling?”
She shrugs, raising her arms so that the cape moves with them. “I thought it was unique.”
“It is. You going to take it off for the dancing?”
“After I twirl around once or twice, you bet your ass I am.”
He gifts her the earrings before they leave, and the smile on her face warms his heart. She immediately takes out the earrings she had on before, replacing them with the small studs, and presses a kiss against his cheek before straightening his bow tie.
“You look so handsome. I’m glad we went with the blue tux.”
Before loading up in the car to drive to the reception, they stop and wave for the photographers, knowing that this is the last time they’ll have to do that today. After they’ve posed enough, Isabelle telling them to go on, he opens Emma’s door and helps her in before walking around to his side and driving them away, a tent full of the people they love waiting for them.
When they walk into the tent, his eyes trail upward to the lights strung across the tent’s ceiling, casting everything in a soft white glow while the sun sets outside in a mixture of pinks and oranges. When he looks down, he can see columns with greenery wrapped around them, tall vases of colorful flowers sitting at all of the round tables while people mill around talking and chatting, the band playing softly in the background.
He only gets a moment to look around before they’re noticed, cheers and wolf whistles mixed in with the sounds of hands clapping together as he takes Emma’s hand and raises it in the air between the two of them, the cheering only increasing as they fully step into the tent and walk through the people until they reach their families at the center. This is the one thing he and Emma didn’t completely plan themselves, and taking it all in, he feels every weight he’s ever had on his shoulders drop away.
They’re here. They’re together. They’re married.
It’s everything.
After Liam greets them, clapping Killian on the back and pressing a kiss against Emma’s cheek, Liam gets up on stage, asking for the microphone from the band leader before speaking.
“Good evening, everyone! I hope everyone hasn’t already imbibed too much that you’re all not interested in what I or anyone else has to say. Somehow Killian and Emma have so many people who like them that there’s a lot of people making speeches. Or maybe everyone just wants to embarrass them. After all, Killian is so handsome when he blushes.”
Emma snorts beside him, and he wraps his arm around her shoulder before pulling her closer and kissing her temple, resting his cheek there while they watch Liam.
“Now, Killian is quite a bit younger than me, and while we haven’t always gotten along, we do now. At least most of the time. He ate all of the bloody breakfast this morning, and he’s got on quite a bit of makeup covering the black eye that’s blooming on that handsome face of his because of that.”
“Bloody wanker,” Killian mumbles under his breath, and Emma laughs against his shoulder, pressing another kiss there like she’s been doing all day.
“Killian’s always been known to bat a little above his league. There were the sports he tried to play, the novels he’d read when he was seven and had no idea what was going on, lasses he’d ask out while in school. But there has never been a time he’s batted so much above his league than when it comes to Emma. She has been kicking his ass for six years, and she’s been kicking my ass for the past year. She’s a bloody brilliant spitfire, and not a one of us in this family deserves her. Well, maybe my children, but that’s it. So everyone go get something to drink, and let’s celebrate Killian and Emma.”
“That was really nice,” Emma whispers, but he can barely hear anything over the sound of the people around him and the sound of his heart beating in his chest. Liam may have glossed over some things there, but Killian knows that every word he said, he meant.
“Yeah, yeah it was.”
When Liam reaches them, he’s got a broad smile on his face, and Killian immediately envelopes him in a hug, burying his face in his shoulder and holding him there for a minute. “I love you, Liam.”
Liam rubs his back up and down before patting him and pulling back, and Killian sees his eyes when he says, “I love you too, younger brother.”
“Look at that. You said that right words.”
“Well, I did say I’d call you that when you were married.”
Liam lets him go, turning to find Emma behind him with two glasses of champagne in her hands while she talks to a few of his friends from University, Robin included, and he takes a glass out of her hand, taking a sip while they talk. For awhile, it’s person after person, each one wanting to talk to them and give them their congratulations. He knows all of them while Emma doesn’t, but you’d never know with the way that she’s comfortable speaking, not freaking out or shaking as she speaks to some of the well-known guests like Ruby’s personal favorites of George Clooney or David Beckham (he sees Ruby circling around trying to find a way to look talk to them, and he hopes that conversation is somehow recorded and mass released).
She’s amazing.
Always.
Emma’s hand never leaves his, and as they’re asked to walk to the dance floor for their first dance, her fingers only tighten around his while they begin to move back and forth, taking small steps and twirling in circles. He spins Emma around as How Long Will I Love You is sung in the background. He likes to think that their dancing has improved, that they know what they’re doing out here, but he doesn’t really care. And as the song goes on, Emma drops all pretenses of trying to dance, releasing his hands to wrap her arms around his neck and sway with him, their bodies pressed together while they chat with each other. It’s quiet and intimate, and no part of him is focused on the people watching him.
When they finish their dance, he leads Emma up to the stage, the blush rising on her cheeks visible under the white lights surrounding them. She hooks her arm around his while he moves to the microphone.
“Good evening. I promise this is going to be the last speech of the night. I know most of you have probably been bored to tears all day, but after you all let me wax poetic about my wife, feel free to drink and dance and play any of the games we have set out in the back. I know some of you may think games at a wedding are a little odd, but we’re mixing in tastes here. If you hate it, blame Emma.”
She squeezes his arm before leaning over and speaking into the microphone. “Hey, beer pong is a hell of a lot of fun when you’ve had a little bit too much to drink. Of course, that was supposed to just be a ping pong table, but Ruby’s already taken over.”
“Damn right,” Ruby yells from the crowd, everyone erupting into laughter.
“Anyways,” Killian calls coaxing everyone’s attention back to him, “we will get to all of the beer pong in a minute. So I know that everyone in here was a little shocked when they found out I’d been dating someone for so long, but I like to think it worked out. In Emma, I found a friend, a confidant, a lover, and as of today, a wife and lifelong partner. She’s an ordinary woman who is actually quite extraordinary. She’s beautiful, and she’s shown herself to be resilient in all of the hardships that life has put her through, both before me and because she’s with me. She’s also shown herself to be witty and passionate and kind. Mostly, she’s shown me that I can have someone love me and face the world with me, hand in hand.”
The room erupts with the sounds of clapping and a few yells of kiss her, but before he can dip his head and kiss her, she’s grabbing his cheeks and pulling him in for a searing kiss before pulling back and resting her forehead against his.
“I love you, too. I wish that I had said something other than defending beer pong.”
“Well, I’m sure if you tell everyone they’re free to go have a good time now, you’ll be a huge hit.”
“I was talking about saying nice things to you, but that sounds like a good idea.” She leans over into the microphone, “You guys ready to celebrate?”
The rest of the night is a blur of talking, drinking, and dancing. There’s a dinner served, but he and Emma never get to eat it, always be dragged somewhere else by someone who wants to talk, drink, or dance. It’s crazy, it’s fun, and the hours pass with the sun completely setting outside so that the lights inside the tent reflect off of the darkness outside. He and Emma play cornhole against David and Mary Margaret, her parents absolutely crushing them as they toss the bags, before moving along to play the aforementioned beer pong, Ruby leading the game only to be dragged away by George to dance. Emma laughs so hard at the face of shock Ruby makes that she leans over on the table to hold herself up with tears coming out of her eyes. The laughter is contagious, and he loses it along with everyone around them.
Eventually his parents leave along with Emma’s, and they’re left with the sounds of the band and the movement of all of their guests. Sweat pools at his temples as he and Emma dance with everyone, Ruby twirling him around like she promised she would. When Ruby moves on, Emma comes to wrap her arms around his neck as she moves against him, his hands splayed against her hips while they talk to everyone around them, but always coming back to each other.
When they walk out of the tent, it’s to fireworks going off in the sky, his brother’s penchant for the dramatics really showing, and when Emma whispers to him that the fireworks were most definitely Liam’s idea, he barks out a laugh before kissing her and leading them to the car that’s going to drive them back to their suite.
It’s long past midnight when they walk back into the suite, and instead of being rushed to strip each other out of their clothes, it’s slow getting there. He guides Emma into the room, holding her hand while she takes her heels off, her dress dragging along the floor as she shrinks next to him. She excuses herself to the bathroom while he sits down at the edge of the bed, kicking his own shoes off and slipping out of his jacket, laying it over a chair as he unbuttons the rests of the buttons on his shirt that Emma didn’t get to at the reception. Before he can slide the material off of his shoulders, Emma comes out of the bedroom, her dress still on but her hair falling in soft waves across her shoulder.
He beckons her closer, and she comes to stand between his splayed knees, her palms coming to caress his face. He tilts his head and kisses her palm, lingering there and breathing her in before he grabs her wrists and slides his fingers into hers, his thumb soothing her knuckles and running over her ringers. When she begins to move away, he tightens his legs around her, keeping her there so that she looks back down at him with her lips tugging up on one side.
“What are you doing?”
He simply hums, staring up at her and admiring her beauty. They’d both imbibed with alcohol tonight, but neither of them is drunk. Maybe a bit dulled and exhausted, but he’s aware of every one of Emma’s movements and the way that her breath catches when he leans forward and kisses her knuckles right above her wedding ring.
“Killian?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Will you help me out of my dress? I tried to do it in the bathroom, but I couldn’t get the buttons undone.”
He chuckles before pressing another kiss against her skin and spreading his thighs apart so that she can turn around and he can deftly unbutton the clasps on her dress, the white material falling from her body and exposing the tan skin and white lace underneath it. He’s seen her like this more times than he cares to count, but it’s no less of a stunning sight watching her hair fall against her nearly bare back. She’s so beautiful, so wonderful, and he wonders if he’ll ever fully adjust to this woman being married to him.
It’s only been a few hours, and it all feels like some sort of surreal dream.
She turns around when the dress hits against the floor, her hands on his shoulders underneath the material of his shirt while her head dips to capture his lips with hers, soft and smooth and tasting of wine and the lemon cake she grabbed on their way out of the reception. When she pulls back, she stands up to her full height and smiles down at him. His hands move from her hips where he’s been fingering the lace of her thong, up her waist, feeling the smooth, soft, muscled skin of her stomach until his fingers rest just below the scrap of material that barely passes as a bra.
“You should wear things like this more often, darling.”
“Well, mister,” she croons, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders so that it falls against the mattress, “you are in luck because I have lots of little things like this for the honeymoon.”
“Do you now?”
“I do.” She traces his skin with her fingers while his thumbs begin to trace the tops of her bra, pulling the material down so that his fingers can rub in circles against her nipples, hardening them while Emma gasps underneath his touch. He can feel his length hardening in his pants, the pressure beginning to build in his spine as he watches her chest heave and thinks about what she just said. “But also unfortunately for you, those pretty little scraps of fabric go away after that and it’s back to my ugly white bra and mismatched panties.”
“You tease.”
“Nope. You married me bud. I don’t have to be sexy for you any longer.”
He laughs at her teasing and pulls her closer so that his lips can press against the skin of her stomach, his tongue following behind them as he traces the lines of her muscles with the freckles scattered across her skin like a constellation of stars. His hands move back down to her hips, pulling her forward and on top of him until he rolls her onto her back, crushing her body into the mattress while he presses himself into her, rolling his hips into hers and allowing the friction to build the pressure, savoring every movement and every sound.
Emma’s quiet tonight, so he makes up for it by constantly whispering things to her, different words of affection mixed in with dirty little nothings echoing throughout the quietness of the room as they move together in a dance they’ve done much more often than their wedding dance. He stands to undo his pants, letting them fall to the ground with Emma’s dress as Emma unclasps her bra, her breasts exposed to his gaze while he’s entirely exposed to hers. Grabbing her ankle, he begins kissing up her leg, only stopping when he gets to her inner thigh so that he can slide the lace covering her down her legs, the both of them bare before each other.
His fingers find their way into her folds, feeling the slickness that’s gathered there while Emma gasps at his touch. He teases her for awhile, slightly thrusting into her while his thumb runs against her bundle of nerves and his lips kiss her hips. Just as he’s about to replace his fingers with his lips, Emma grabs onto his hair, pulling his gaze up to hers.
“Not right now, babe,” she smiles, encouraging him to climb up the mattress so that his length presses against her thigh and his lips against her cheek. “But later, okay. We’ve got all of the time in the world.”
Slowly, slowly, slowly he slides into her, gritting his teeth as he braces himself against the mattress, palms digging into the sheets while Emma throws her head back against the pillow, hips arching up and driving him absolutely mad with pleasure. She’s so warm, always so warm and welcoming, and his body hums at finally being connected to hers after this day. She reaches up to hold his biceps, running her hands back and forth over his muscles while he begins to rock inside of her, the hair of his chest brushing against her hardened nipples.
He’s deliberately unhurried in the way that he moves inside of her, letting the both of them enjoy this moment and this time together. He could do this for hours, moving against her and staying connected in this way. They know each other so well by now, only the occasional instruction needed as to how to please the other, but tonight, there’s none of that. Emma trusts him as he sets their unrushed pace, her tongue caressing his in a languid motion that matches his thrusts.
Emma wraps her legs around his ass, pushing him further inside of her so that he’s tightly buried within her core. Emma moans into his mouth as her nails dig into his shoulder blades, leaving crescent moon scars in his skin while his own mouth moves to leave a mark against pulse point, her skin tasting of sweat and smelling of her flowery perfume. He could get lost in it, lost in her, but he wants to be here for every moment of this.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers into her ear, making sure that his scruff rubs against the sensitive spot below her ear. “I don’t know how, Emma, but you are. You’re so bloody perfect for me.”
Emma gasps before moving her hands from his shoulder blades to his hair, fingers caressing his strands until she grabs onto his scalp and pulls his lips back to hers. “I love you,” she murmurs against his lips, the sensation of them touching almost feeling like brushes of air.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
He continues to slowly push and pull inside of her, Emma’s reactions only spurring him on, and when she begins to tremble and shake beneath him, her walls contracting around him, he moves against her at a furious face, letting her hold onto him tightly as she falls apart, soft sounds emanating from her lips as she whispers and curses his name and her love for him to his neck. Her reaction increases the pleasure and pressure that’s been building in his spine, spurring him on while Emma comes back to herself. She’s kissing him when he falls apart, pulsing inside of her and spilling himself into her while her lips slant over his to capture any words that he could have possibly said in the midst of his orgasm.
Afterward, he rests his head in her lap while she plays with his hair, stroking his cheek with her other hand while he holds onto her wrist and keeps her hand there. He’s exhausted, but he in no way wants to sleep. In a few hours, he’ll have been up for an entire day, Emma too, but he’s content to stay in this hazy state of bliss that they’re in.
“You know,” she murmurs, her hands still moving in his hair, “this has been a pretty fantastic day.”
“A fantastic life, really.”
She slaps the back of his head. “You’re a cheeseball.”
“I’ll have you know,” he rolls over until he’s propped up beside her, the comforter pooling over their waists, “you are every bit as much of a cheeseball as me. And you married me.”
“That I did.”
“Any regrets?”
“Not yet. Give me a few hours though, babe.”
He laughs before they both crawl down into the bed, finally letting sleep wash over the two of them as their voices quiet and are replaced by the soft sounds of their breathing. When he wakes in the morning, Emma’s wrapped around him, their legs a jumble of limbs beneath the covers, and he feels every bit as warm and as happy as he did yesterday. Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks, lifting to reveal her emerald eyes staring up at him. He brushes her hair behind her ears, his thumb running underneath her cheeks and brushing away flecks of mascara that remain there.
“Still no regrets, my love?”
She hums before pressing up and kissing his chin. “Just the one.”
“And what’s that?”
“You haven’t gotten me breakfast yet.”
They eventually scramble out of bed, wasting too much time in the shower exploring the lines of their bodies that they already know by heart. He can’t stop smiling, not quite believing that his life is real and that this woman has agreed to be by his side forever. He loves her so damn much, even when they’re arguing and don’t like each other very much, and he’s forever thankful for his partner in life. The water begins to cool, Emma shivering with it, and so they step out, getting ready for their flight while eating the breakfast he ordered.
Emma takes longer than he does to get ready, as always, but when she comes out of the bathroom with her damp hair twisted into two braids that run down her oversized sweater covered chest, he smiles thinking about how beautiful she looks just like this. She was stunning yesterday, something he hopes to never forget, but in all honesty, he prefers her like this. He can’t help but stare as she crosses her purse over her chest and puts on her sneakers. He knows that she can feel his eyes on her by the way that blush rises on her cheeks and her eyes roll as she ties her laces. He’s being, as Emma would say, cheesy. But he doesn’t care.
When she comes to stand next to the door with him, threading her fingers between his, her palm as warm and soft as always, he inquires, “You ready to go, my love?”
Squeezing his hand, the tightness lingering a second too long, she answers, “I’m ready.”
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Yoosung
Yoosung protects
Seriously though, all he wants to do is make sure you’re safe and happy, so having superhuman strength and speed gives him the ability to do just that!
So?? Adorable???
Uses his powers to save cats from trees
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK
Lol ask him to bite you and watch him have a crisis
Super speed helps him with his studies and gives him more time to play LOLOL
Maybe if he makes you immortal you won’t leave him like Rika did welp
He can see well in the dark, so no need to be afraid of the dark anymore!
Still checks under the bed for monsters though this cutie
Shapeshifts into a bat when you’re mad at him because damn it he’s just so cute you can’t yell at a little bat
With the wrong type of encouragement, you’ll have yourself a full-blown possessive vampire boyfriend, which is someone you will never be able to leave, so make this choice wisely~
If you make the decision to be with him forever
He would be so!!! Excited!!!
It’ll be like an eternal sleepover with your best friend!
Zen
Stereotypical gorgeous vampire much?
He was already handsome as a mortal, now it’s 100x harder to keep people away from him ;;;
Guess this explains the red eyes
Still an absolute theater nerd
“Careful, babe,” he’ll say with a fanged smile, “you wouldn’t want to release the Beast.”
Hates to be hungry in front of you, it makes him...hungry ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you know exactly what we’re talking about
What if he hurts you? Or what if he frightens you? What if you find him revolting?
“Hyun, let’s be honest...you’re not revolting. You’re THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ON THIS PLANET.”
Oh God he’d be shedding tears of joy
He doesn’t feel cold anymore, but when you guys go to the rooftop to gaze at stars he always makes sure to bring a jacket and blankets for you
Would definitely ask you to consider living an immortal life with him and he’d be elated if you agree
Of course after you’ve turned he wouldn’t be afraid of hurting you anymore and omg imagine all the broken furniture after he unleashes the beast
Jaehee
You’d have to be nothing less than superhuman to be Jumin’s assistant
So efficient in everything she does, so graceful, so breathtaking!
But you do not want to get on her bad side
Her glares alone are enough to curdle blood, but threaten the RFA and she will dispose of them without a trace
Jumin recieves a fresh bottle of red wine
When you come into her life she is shook
For so long she’s suppressed her human side to be the perfect assistant, but then here you are, supporting her and making her laugh and she’s experiencing feelings she hasn’t felt in a long time???
She gets so flustered and slightly clumsy around you especially when you compliment her it’s so cute
Going to midnight showings of Zen’s works together!!!
Is unimpressed with vampire jokes, if only because Mr. Han and Seven use them all the time
But if they make you laugh she’ll begrudgingly allow them
She’s so grateful to have you in her unlife, she will always make sure to tell you so
Teaches you all about vampire strengths and weaknesses, including ways to deter them just in case
“Feel free to use pepper spray on Seven if he bothers you too much.”
Any amount of time she spends with you is a blessing
If you bring up wanting to stay at her side forever, she’ll sit you down for a ~serious discussion~
Giving up mortality is a big decision! What if you grow tired of her? Or can’t handle outliving the world around you?
But you want to stay by her side! There’s no changing your mind! You want to protect her as she protects you!
She’s not crying, you’re crying
Okay you’re both crying
Jumin
Tells the most vampire puns, in a totally flat voice and with a totally straight face
“MC, who do you think should be my...necks victim?”
-____________________- Jumin no.
Loves hearing your heart beat faster when he’s close to you
So classy, he drinks blood from wine glasses
It makes sense that’s he’s so rich, he’s had a century to accumulate his wealth
Neck fetish
Jaehee gets a heart attack everytime she enters his office because it’s always so dark
You once visited him in the office and when you came in it was dark
And Jumin whirls around in his chair, stroking Elizabeth the 3rd in his lap with a sinister smile on his face
“Velcome to my lair, MC.”
*facepalm* *roflmao*
But you love this man so much
His staff would be afraid of him but they’re so jealous at how he seems to look effortlessly young and handsome all the time
Regarding immortality, he would want to spend the rest of his life with you but of course he would ask for your consent first
And maybe ask you to sign an agreement contract or two ;;;
Saeyoung
Can be goddamn brooding if he’s alone with his thoughts for too long
Mixes lingo from different eras on purpose
Abuses his godlike strength by constantly sweeping you off your feet
Ask him if he sparkles like the vampires in Twilight
He’ll roll around in glitters and take you to the park, where everyone can marvel at his sparkly skin put your shirt back on you’ve made your point Saeyoung
LOVES cosplaying as Edward Cullen
“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb” *eyebrow wiggle*
Saeyoung stahp
He will have his broody moments though and he’ll try to push you away because he’s dangerous
An immortal hacker/secret agent,you sure know how to pick ‘em MC
Drives Vanderwood insane because he can make a dozen dog robots in two hours but not finish his work???
If you try to ask him any vampire-related questions, you will never get a straight answer
“Are you afraid of garlic?”
“GAELIC??? MC I KNOW HOW TO SPEAK GAELIC WHY WOULD I BE AFRAID OF IT??? GOD SEVEN FEARS NO LANGUAGES!!!!”
Sigh. “What about running water?”
“Jeez, MC, if you think I stink just tell me. No need to be rude.”
You give up
On a more serious note, he’d go back and forth between wanting you to be with him forever and wanting you to live an actual life
Contents himself with just being around you for a short while, he’ll bow out at soon as you seem to grow tired of him
To prove your love for him, you make him turn you into a vampire, that way you’re also indestructible and you can live out the rest of your life with him
V
There’s something poetic about someone who can’t show up in pictures and old mirrors putting his heart and soul into recreating the world around him through art
With immortality in play, he wants to catch as many moments as he can before they pass by
If you sketch him, he will be so moved because A. he hasn’t seen his own face since becoming a vampire and B. he’s never been the model
Omg V if only you knew you’re as beautiful as your photographs
Have you ever wondered why V is his nickname?
He has to change aliases every few decades and he decided to use the letters of the alphabet; he’s on V now lololol
Knows all the best places and he’ll take you around the world with him
His vampire abilities will only be used for good and for helping others
And also taking photos
“V, please don’t lean so far off the edge” ;;;
“I’m fine, MC. You don’t have to--”
Falls off the cliff
It’s a good thing he doesn’t bleed. Or die.
Would love to spend forever with you but he would never pressure you; would also feel guilty for even thinking that ;;;
But when you reassure him for the millionth time that you love him and want to spend an immortal life with him he finally turns you into a vampire
He spends eternity marveling at the beauty of the world with you and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy and keep you by his side
Saeran
Typical secluded vampire, prefers to venture out in the dead of night
Embraces dark aesthetics
Death toll rises when he’s in a bad mood/thirsty
So intimidating, nobody will ever dare messing with you even when he’s not around
They learned the hard way
He loves looking at the sky so being under the sun doesn’t bother him
He loves looking at you more though
And he’s so stiff and awkward around you because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you
Like that time when he held your hand and you ended up at the hospital coz he broke your fingers ;;;
He’s cold to the touch so he doesn’t know what to do when you’re shivering
Will wrap you in a blanket as slowly and gently as he possibly could
By the time he’s done you probably have icicles hanging down your nose lololol
Or he would wear a jacket or a coat when you guys go out so he could offer them to you if ever you get cold
He wants you to stay with him forever and will probably be the least shy or guilty about it
You’re the only person who understands him and accepts him and he’s head over heels in love with you
The thought of living forever without you seems lonely and desolate
He doesn’t even remember how he spent all those centuries without you
Your becoming a vampire would mean the world to him
And omg get ready to experience Saeran in all his glory ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
No more holding back! He’s been dying lol no jk he can’t die to hug you and now he holds you every chance he can
Saeran smiles more now and he sincerely looks forward to your future together
Vanderwood
Super speed is used to clean Saeyoung’s room faster
Super senses to track down Saeyoung when he’s avoiding work yet again
Will probably compel Saeyoung to finish his work when he’s desperate ;;;
He’s equivalent to ten bodyguards so you’re always safe
He has a lot of enemies thanks to his job though, so Vandy prefers having you in his line of sight at all times
Even if it means stalking you sometimes ;;;
He gives you his favorite taser so you can defend yourself
Pfft you wouldn’t have to though, Mary Vanderwood the 3rd has you covered
He’ll be like Saeyoung sometimes, trying to act detached and say mean things to get you to stay away from him
But he’s the one who can’t stay away from you
Won’t encourage you to become immortal like him because he doesn’t want you to regret it after a century
But if you choose to be with him, Vanderwood will be so happy and he will love you and protect you for all eternity
#mystic messenger#mysme#mm#mystic messenger hc#mystic messenger headcanon#hc#headcanon#halloween mm hc#halloween#yoosung#yoosung kim#zen#hyun ryu#jaehee#jaehee kang#jumin#jumin han#saeyoung#saeyoung choi#707#seven#luciel#luciel choi#saeran choi#unknown#v#jihyun kim#vanderwood#mary vanderwood
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RFA + Minor Trio as Vampires
Another writing collab with the wonderful @reifromrfa! She’s so incredibly talented, check out her blog for so much more Mystic Messenger writing! It was a blast to write, so I hope you enjoy it ^^
Yoosung
Yoosung protects
Seriously though, all he wants to do is make sure you’re safe and happy, so having superhuman strength and speed gives him the ability to do just that!
So?? Adorable???
Uses his powers to save cats from trees
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK
Lol ask him to bite you and watch him have a crisis
Super speed helps him with his studies and gives him more time to play LOLOL
Maybe if he makes you immortal you won’t leave him like Rika did welp
He can see well in the dark, so no need to be afraid of the dark anymore!
Still checks under the bed for monsters though this cutie
Shapeshifts into a bat when you’re mad at him because damn it he’s just so cute you can’t yell at a little bat
With the wrong type of encouragement, you’ll have yourself a full-blown possessive vampire boyfriend, which is someone you will never be able to leave, so make this choice wisely~
If you make the decision to be with him forever
He would be so!!! Excited!!!
It’ll be like an eternal sleepover with your best friend!
Zen
Stereotypical gorgeous vampire much?
He was already handsome as a mortal, now it’s 100x harder to keep people away from him ;;;
Guess this explains the red eyes
Still an absolute theater nerd
“Careful, babe,” he’ll say with a fanged smile, “you wouldn’t want to release the Beast.”
Hates to be hungry in front of you, it makes him...hungry ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you know exactly what we’re talking about
What if he hurts you? Or what if he frightens you? What if you find him revolting?
“Hyun, let’s be honest...you’re not revolting. You’re THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ON THIS PLANET.”
Oh God he’d be shedding tears of joy
He doesn’t feel cold anymore, but when you guys go to the rooftop to gaze at stars he always makes sure to bring a jacket and blankets for you
Would definitely ask you to consider living an immortal life with him and he’d be elated if you agree
Of course after you’ve turned he wouldn’t be afraid of hurting you anymore and omg imagine all the broken furniture after he unleashes the beast
Jaehee
You’d have to be nothing less than superhuman to be Jumin’s assistant
So efficient in everything she does, so graceful, so breathtaking!
But you do not want to get on her bad side
Her glares alone are enough to curdle blood, but threaten the RFA and she will dispose of them without a trace
Jumin recieves a fresh bottle of red wine
When you come into her life she is shook
For so long she’s suppressed her human side to be the perfect assistant, but then here you are, supporting her and making her laugh and she’s experiencing feelings she hasn’t felt in a long time???
She gets so flustered and slightly clumsy around you especially when you compliment her it’s so cute
Going to midnight showings of Zen’s works together!!!
Is unimpressed with vampire jokes, if only because Mr. Han and Seven use them all the time
But if they make you laugh she’ll begrudgingly allow them
She’s so grateful to have you in her unlife, she will always make sure to tell you so
Teaches you all about vampire strengths and weaknesses, including ways to deter them just in case
“Feel free to use pepper spray on Seven if he bothers you too much.”
Any amount of time she spends with you is a blessing
If you bring up wanting to stay at her side forever, she’ll sit you down for a ~serious discussion~
Giving up mortality is a big decision! What if you grow tired of her? Or can’t handle outliving the world around you?
But you want to stay by her side! There’s no changing your mind! You want to protect her as she protects you!
She’s not crying, you’re crying
Okay you’re both crying
Jumin
Tells the most vampire puns, in a totally flat voice and with a totally straight face
“MC, who do you think should be my...necks victim?”
-____________________- Jumin no.
Loves hearing your heart beat faster when he’s close to you
So classy, he drinks blood from wine glasses
It makes sense that’s he’s so rich, he’s had a century to accumulate his wealth
Neck fetish
Jaehee gets a heart attack everytime she enters his office because it’s always so dark
You once visited him in the office and when you came in it was dark
And Jumin whirls around in his chair, stroking Elizabeth the 3rd in his lap with a sinister smile on his face
“Velcome to my lair, MC.”
*facepalm* *roflmao*
But you love this man so much
His staff would be afraid of him but they’re so jealous at how he seems to look effortlessly young and handsome all the time
Regarding immortality, he would want to spend the rest of his life with you but of course he would ask for your consent first
And maybe ask you to sign an agreement contract or two ;;;
Saeyoung
Can be goddamn brooding if he’s alone with his thoughts for too long
Mixes lingo from different eras on purpose
Abuses his godlike strength by constantly sweeping you off your feet
Ask him if he sparkles like the vampires in Twilight
He’ll roll around in glitters and take you to the park, where everyone can marvel at his sparkly skin put your shirt back on you’ve made your point Saeyoung
LOVES cosplaying as Edward Cullen
“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb” *eyebrow wiggle*
Saeyoung stahp
He will have his broody moments though and he’ll try to push you away because he’s dangerous
An immortal hacker/secret agent,you sure know how to pick ‘em MC
Drives Vanderwood insane because he can make a dozen dog robots in two hours but not finish his work???
If you try to ask him any vampire-related questions, you will never get a straight answer
“Are you afraid of garlic?”
“GAELIC??? MC I KNOW HOW TO SPEAK GAELIC WHY WOULD I BE AFRAID OF IT??? GOD SEVEN FEARS NO LANGUAGES!!!!”
Sigh. “What about running water?”
“Jeez, MC, if you think I stink just tell me. No need to be rude.”
You give up
On a more serious note, he’d go back and forth between wanting you to be with him forever and wanting you to live an actual life
Contents himself with just being around you for a short while, he’ll bow out at soon as you seem to grow tired of him
To prove your love for him, you make him turn you into a vampire, that way you’re also indestructible and you can live out the rest of your life with him
V
There’s something poetic about someone who can’t show up in pictures and old mirrors putting his heart and soul into recreating the world around him through art
With immortality in play, he wants to catch as many moments as he can before they pass by
If you sketch him, he will be so moved because A. he hasn’t seen his own face since becoming a vampire and B. he’s never been the model
Omg V if only you knew you’re as beautiful as your photographs
Have you ever wondered why V is his nickname?
He has to change aliases every few decades and he decided to use the letters of the alphabet; he’s on V now lololol
Knows all the best places and he’ll take you around the world with him
His vampire abilities will only be used for good and for helping others
And also taking photos
“V, please don’t lean so far off the edge” ;;;
“I’m fine, MC. You don’t have to--”
Falls off the cliff
It’s a good thing he doesn’t bleed. Or die.
Would love to spend forever with you but he would never pressure you; would also feel guilty for even thinking that ;;;
But when you reassure him for the millionth time that you love him and want to spend an immortal life with him he finally turns you into a vampire
He spends eternity marveling at the beauty of the world with you and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy and keep you by his side
Saeran
Typical secluded vampire, prefers to venture out in the dead of night
Embraces dark aesthetics
Death toll rises when he’s in a bad mood/thirsty
So intimidating, nobody will ever dare messing with you even when he’s not around
They learned the hard way
He loves looking at the sky so being under the sun doesn’t bother him
He loves looking at you more though
And he’s so stiff and awkward around you because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you
Like that time when he held your hand and you ended up at the hospital coz he broke your fingers ;;;
He’s cold to the touch so he doesn’t know what to do when you’re shivering
Will wrap you in a blanket as slowly and gently as he possibly could
By the time he’s done you probably have icicles hanging down your nose lololol
Or he would wear a jacket or a coat when you guys go out so he could offer them to you if ever you get cold
He wants you to stay with him forever and will probably be the least shy or guilty about it
You’re the only person who understands him and accepts him and he’s head over heels in love with you
The thought of living forever without you seems lonely and desolate
He doesn’t even remember how he spent all those centuries without you
Your becoming a vampire would mean the world to him
And omg get ready to experience Saeran in all his glory ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
No more holding back! He’s been dying lol no jk he can’t die to hug you and now he holds you every chance he can
Saeran smiles more now and he sincerely looks forward to your future together
Vanderwood
Super speed is used to clean Saeyoung’s room faster
Super senses to track down Saeyoung when he’s avoiding work yet again
Will probably compel Saeyoung to finish his work when he’s desperate ;;;
He’s equivalent to ten bodyguards so you’re always safe
He has a lot of enemies thanks to his job though, so Vandy prefers having you in his line of sight at all times
Even if it means stalking you sometimes ;;;
He gives you his favorite taser so you can defend yourself
Pfft you wouldn’t have to though, Mary Vanderwood the 3rd has you covered
He’ll be like Saeyoung sometimes, trying to act detached and say mean things to get you to stay away from him
But he’s the one who can’t stay away from you
Won’t encourage you to become immortal like him because he doesn’t want you to regret it after a century
But if you choose to be with him, Vanderwood will be so happy and he will love you and protect you for all eternity
#MysticMessenger#mystic messenger imagines#mystic messenger headcanon#seriously tho#it was incredibly fun#Rei's a gift
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The Commander’s Babysitter
Part 13! Alright so there is some pain in the beginning, but the end is all fluff. So enjoy :) Also, we only have two more chapters to go. I think i said there will be 14 chapters, but i was wrong. There will be 15!
Warnings: none
It’s been a couple years since Jesse and Sombra joined Overwatch, they came home several times a year and for the holidays. They would send letters and call you when they could. You always grew sad when they would have to go. Gabe would still go out on missions, leaving you home alone with Reaper.
On those lonely nights, you and Reaper would go into the kid’s rooms and sit on their beds. Jesse had left his stuffed bear in his room on his shelf. It was almost falling apart now, but you always smiled when you saw it. Sombra’s room was still all black and purple, she had taken all her electronics with her, but you noticed she took some of the family pictures. You would leave their rooms and go to yours, you held one of Gabe’s sweaters in your arms as you fell asleep. Reaper would jump onto the bed with you and sleep close to you, he would lick your face when you cried. You missed them.
You haven’t seen your husband for a couple months now. He had been busy with work and the missions, apparently something bad happened so he’s been trying to keep everything together. You gave him his space and was there for him like you always were. Your kids had stopped sending letters several months ago, you figured it was because of a mission.
When you got a call from Gabe you smiled as you answered, “Hey papi, what’s up?”
“Ew mom!” came a yell on the other line.
“Jesse? Why are you calling me from your dad’s phone?” you asked worried, Reaper sat up from his spot when he heard your voice.
“He told me too. Oh my god I can’t believe you call dad papi.” He said, in the background you heard Sombra let out a laugh and Gabe yell.
“Hey, your father and I have a wonderful sex life! Don’t judge boy. Now put that old man on the phone.”
“Mom wants to talk to you.” Jesse called.
“Babe?”
“Hey Gabe, what’s going on?” you asked amused.
“Well I wanted Jesse to tell you we all are coming home for a month. But then he had to yell-”
“You all are coming home for a month?” you exclaimed.
“Yes.”
“Well when?”
“We’ll be home tomorrow cariño.”
“Ok, I can’t wait to see you three.” You said happily. You were happy to not only see your kids but you had a wonderful surprise for your husband.
The next day you were so excited to have your family home, you cleaned the house and had dinner already planned, fish tacos. You had Gabe’s surprise tucked beneath your side of the bed, you were going to give it to Gabe later that night. When there was a knock on the door you ran to it and opened it quickly, you saw your husband, daughter, and your son smiling at you. They all looked tired and happy to see you.
“You all are home!” you yelled happily. You wrapped your arms around Gabe’s neck and kissed him roughly. He smiled into your kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist. You heard your kids let out gross noises and walk past you both inside. Reaper was barking and jumping around the kids, he was so excited to have his people home.
“I’m happy to be home cariño. But I must tell you something, and I know you’re going to be mad at me.”
“What is it?” you asked worried.
“It’s about me ma.” Jesse said, you turned around and saw him fully. He was wearing his black outfit and his black hat, you noticed he had on the BAMF belt buckle then you saw his arm. His left arm was gone and in its place, was a metal prosthetic arm.
“What happened?” you asked rushing to Jesse.
“I got caught in an explosion. But Angela fixed me up and it’s better than ever.” He said smirking and showing you his arm.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked frowning at your kids and husband. Sombra looked away while Jesse didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. Gabe looked like he was expecting you to yell at him, you planned too.
“I didn’t want to worry you ma. I’m fine.”
“Well you are now. But I should have been there for you mijo, I should have been there to help you. Does it hurt? You’re taking care of it right?” you asked taking his metal arm and examining it. It was intricate and cool to the touch, it hurt you that you weren’t there for him. Why didn’t he want you there?
“Ma, this is the reason I didn’t want to tell you. You worry too much.” Jesse said, taking his arm away from you and heading to his room. Sombra had already gone to her room with Reaper, leaving you downstairs with Gabe.
“Cariño…” Gabe started he reached out for your hand.
“I um got to get dinner ready. Go shower and relax, I’ll call you when it’s done.” You said heading into the kitchen. Why didn’t they tell you?
While you were cooking Sombra came downstairs and sat in the kitchen with you, you noticed she got those implants she had mentioned in one of her letters. They let her hack into almost everything that was around, it even allowed her to hack people who had certain implants. She was so excited to get the work done.
“Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you mad?”
“No mija, I’m hurt. How are your implants?”
“They’re great mom. They let me hack into almost everything, including some omnics.”
“Interesting. Could you fix the printer? I can’t figure it out.” You said as you began frying up some fish.
“Sure. Dad mentioned it sometime back, I’ll look at it mom.”
“Thank you, mija.”
“It’s nice being home.”
“It’s nice having you three back home. Dinner’s ready, could you go get your brother and dad?” you asked glancing at her, she nodded her head and went upstairs.
During dinner, the conversation went on like nothing happened. Jesse was talking about people he worked with and Sombra would throw in little facts about them. Gabe would acknowledge who they were speaking about but he knew you were hurt. Hearing them talk about people they knew and the different missions you felt left out. To make it worse you would catch them shaking their heads when a certain moment was brought up, as if they didn’t want to tell you or you couldn’t know. You wondered if this would be different if you had joined Overwatch. You felt like you are looking in from the outside, you hadn’t felt like this since you were a babysitter.
You took the dishes to the sink and began washing them, Jesse was relaxing with a beer at the table while Sombra was playing on her phone. You could feel Gabe’s gaze on you as you were washing dishes.
Did they think you couldn’t handle things? You had almost been raped and gotten the shit beat out of you several years ago, you can handle blood and violence. Did they not want to bother you? You always made yourself available for them when they needed it. Why did none of them tell you? Even Gabe kept this from you. Gabe, your best friend, your husband, didn’t tell he tell you this. What else hasn’t he told you?
You let out a startled gasp when your finger slid over the blade of the knife you were washing. You dropped the knife in the sink and washed off your cut. Fucking idiot, you thought.
“Ma, you alright?” Jesse asked.
“Yeah I just cut myself washing dishes.” You said.
“Remember when I cut my finger when we were cutting an apple Jesse?” Sombra asked.
“I do.” Jesse snorted.
“Mom, should I take you to the ER next?” Sombra joked.
“N-No mija. I’m fine. I’m gonna go put a band aid on it.” You said quickly leaving the kitchen, you heard Gabe get up and follow you.
In the bathroom, he checked out your finger and cleaned it up, he put a band aid on it and kissed it softly. You gave him a soft smile and looked away. Why didn’t he tell you?
“Thank you, Gabe.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m hurt.” You said softly.
“Jesse didn’t want me to tell you.”
“I’m his mom, I had a right to know.”
“I know, but he didn’t want you to see him in pain.” Gabe said, he held you by your shoulders and looked down at you.
“I’m his mom Gabriel. You should have told me about it.”
“He begged me not to. We didn’t want you to see him like that.”
“If we were in different positions, and I was an Overwatch agent and you were the teacher, you would want to know what happened to him. I would tell you because you’re his father. I understand you three are in your own worlds now, but don’t you push me out Gabriel. I know the kids won’t tell me everything, I understand that. But you… You’re supposed to tell me what happens with our children.” You said, he looked away because he knew you were right, “The fact that you didn’t tell me our son was hurt, the fact that you didn’t call me, it really hurts Gabriel. If you didn’t tell me about this, what else haven’t you told me?”
“Babe…”
“Gabriel please. I’m not in the mood right now. I’m going to bed.” You said, you told your kids goodnight and headed to bed. Both kids knew you were hurt, they had heard you voice, but they didn’t say anything. You pulled on your night clothes and crawled into your bed, Reaper jumped up into bed with you and watched you. You felt beneath the bed and felt the bag with the surprise. It would have to wait for another day.
When Gabe went to bed that night, he found you curled up and asleep. Reaper was sleeping in his spot but the dog raised his head and watched him. Gabe looked down at your face and frowned when he saw the tear streaks on your face. He sat on his side of the bed and scratched the dogs head, “She’s really upset with me, isn’t she? I messed up boy.” The black dog just watched his owner.
It took a week for you to forgive them, your family apologized for not telling you what happened. Jesse didn’t want to scare you, he didn’t want to see you crying over his body and hear you yelling at Gabe or Jack or even the nurses. Gabe was going to call you, but Jesse begged him not to. Sombra said you should be told but they got her to somehow keep quiet about it. You only nodded your head and went to work. You knew you should forgive them, but damn did it hurt. You spent your time at work or at a coffee shop, god did it hurt.
You would spend longer at work, grading papers and doing your best to avoid going home. You wanted too, but every time you thought about Gabe you got angry and hurt. You answered his calls and texts, but he noticed the pain in your voice. You both did have a talk about it, which ended with you yelling at him and telling him how hurt you were. He apologized and then your kids came in to talk to you again. The night ended with you and Gabe going to bed together, you were still hurt but you wanted everything to get better.
Eventually you did your best to forgive them, you didn’t like being upset with them. They would only be home for a month before they were sent on another mission or they were asked to come back to one of the bases. Gabe did his best to prove you could trust him, you knew you could trust him you were just hurt. So, the anger and pain dissipated. You had your kids and your husband still, they were safe and happy in your home. It was then that you remembered the surprise.
It had been two weeks since Gabe and the kids came home. Each night was spent watching tv or going out to eat. Sombra would spend her time on her computer while Jesse would lounge on the couch watching tv or helping you cook. You would ask him questions about his arm, which he would answer and show you how strong it was. You always made him open jars after that. Gabe would always hold you and kiss your neck when it was just you two. Reaper would run around everyone and enjoyed sleeping with Jesse or following Sombra around.
You knew you had to give Gabe the surprise, so one night before you both had sex you grabbed the small bag. Gabe was sitting on the bed, he was leaning against the headboard, his phone was in his hand and he was busy going through it. He was shirtless and only wearing a pair of sweatpants, they hung on his hips in the sexiest way. You went to your side of the bed and sat down.
“Gabe?”
“Yes cariño?”
“I um… I have a surprise for you.”
“You do? Is it your sexy body wrapped in a bow?” he asked with a smirk, you laughed and swatted him.
“No. Here.” You reached beneath the bed and pulled out a small light blue bag. He set his phone down and raised an eyebrow at you.
“What’s this? It’s not my birthday. Or our anniversary.” He laughed.
“I know. Just open it.” You smiled. Gabe laughed and pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. He pulled out a small box, he opened it and froze. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. He looked at you then back at the box, he let out a laugh.
“Is this real?”
“It is.”
“Oh my god.” He said laughing. He pulled out the pregnancy test from the box and marveled at it. Two pink lines that meant pregnant, “How far along?”
“Just past two months, about ten weeks.” You said with a smile, “I went to see a doctor already and they confirmed.”
“Then just before I left for the mission we made the baby. We’re going to have a baby. Oh my god, can I tell the kids?” Gabe asked, he was smiling widely and it looked like he was going to cry. He was sitting up now and holding you close, his hand was resting on your still flat stomach.
“Of course.” You said, he scooped you up and carried you downstairs to where Jesse and Sombra were playing video games. Reaper was chewing on a bone.
“Kids, turn that off. We have news.” Gabe said as he set you down.
“What dad?” Jesse asked pausing the game.
“Your mom is pregnant.” Gabe said happily, he picked you up around the waist and spun you around.
“How far along?” Sombra asked.
“Is it a boy or girl?” Jesse asked, he was standing up and smiling at Sombra.
“I’m only ten weeks. We won’t find the gender until about sixteen weeks, but I would like it to be a surprise.” You said as Gabe set you back down.
“And here I thought dad was too old to get it up.” Jesse laughed and nudged Sombra, she let out a snort and looked away.
“Hey I’m only forty!” Gabe said narrowing his eyes at Jesse and Sombra, they only laughed harder.
“Behave you three. Jesse your father can get an erection just fine.” You said nudging your husband, he only gave you a smile and picked you back up.
“Keep your earphones in tonight kids!” Gabe yelled as he took you back upstairs.
“Mom!” Sombra yelled but she was laughing.
“Please don’t!” Jesse yelled in disgust.
“Gabriel.” You laughed.
“Come on mamas, I’ve missed you. And knowing you’re pregnant with my baby is really turning me on. I can’t wait to see your stomach grow and see you glowing.” He said as he kicked his door closed and laid you down on the bed.
The kids ended up leaving sometime later. Jesse was gagging while Sombra was only shaking her head, you saw your phone when you and Gabe were done. You had multiple messages to be quiet until you saw the message saying they were going out. Gabe was incredibly amused, you were embarrassed.
#reaper x reader#gabriel reyes x reader#dad gabriel reyes#gabriel reyes#sombra#jesse mccree#reaper#reader insert#self insert#my writing#the commander's babysitter
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