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kj-1130 · 3 years

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Listen to Me

Uswnt x reader

⚠️mentions of fighting/violence, cursing, Chad being an asshole, mentions of racism, homophobia, and sexism. Lemme know if there’s more I missed.⚠️

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It was time for another camp. You were the last to arrive due to still being in school and having to be there as many hours as you possibly could.

So here you were in the airport walking towards a pissed off Alex Morgan and Christen Press.

The day before your flight to camp, you had gotten into trouble. Trouble meaning you got into a fight. And word got to your teammates.

“Hello my favorite, most amazing people in the whole wide world.”

Alex simply rolled her eyes and grabbed your suitcase before walking towards the exit with you and Christen trailing behind.

You lowered your gaze to the terminal floor. Christen tried to catch your eyes but ultimately failed and decided just to look straight forward as she talked.

“You know, you shouldn’t resort to violence, (y/n). I don’t know what happened but everyone’s pretty upset and disappointed right now.”

Ouch. The disappointment card. Just had to pull that one like you haven’t heard it just about everyday of your life. You were honestly confused if people were actually disappointed when they said it or just used it as a guilt trip.

The ride to the hotel was full of silence. And not one of those silences where you feel comfortable with the people you adore and love. It was one of those silences where it made you nervous and anxious. It made you fidget and uncomfortable.

Getting your room assignment, being with Tierna, you tried to book it up the stairs. That worked for all of five seconds until you were called into the meeting room.

You reluctantly stepped down and made your way to the space and left your suitcase by the door. In the room were almost all the responsible/‘scary when they want to be’ ones. Sitting down in a chair with a sigh, you looked down at your fidgeting hands and waited for someone to start talking.

The silence that filled the room was very tense. All that could be heard was the movement of your hands and breathing.

When you thought things couldn’t get any worse, the most mama-bear of them all, Carli, spoke up.

“You know you can lose your spot for stuff like this right? You got into a fight, this is not something you need to be taking lightly at all. I don’t care what caused it, but you need to fix whatever’s going on with your behavior and attitude because you’ve been off for the past few weeks anyway. If something like this happens again, we won’t hesitate to take some disciplinary actions ourselves. Am I clear, (y/n)?”

You mumbled ‘crystal’ and attempted to leave the room only to get pulled down by Ash. “Now do you wanna tell us what started the fight?”

You were honestly getting really uncomfortable. Any movement you were making at the moment was probably the only thing keeping you from breaking right now; the furrowing of your eyebrows, the rolling of your shoulders, scratching your arms, bouncing your leg. You probably looked crazy.

You shrugged your shoulders and started spinning in your chair.

Ash put her hand on it and prohibited it from being able to move. “That was not a suggestion.”

Sighing and dragging your hands over your face you told them, “A boy knocked books out of my hands and pushed me so I pushed him back. He didn’t like that so he threw the first punch and I wasn’t about to let him push me around so I beat his ass.”

It wasn’t a total lie but it wasn’t the full truth. Yes he did push you. And yes he did hit you first. But there was so much more to the situation than that.

“Look I’m tired and I have work I need to do. If you want to scold me anymore, just please save it for tomorrow.”

Honestly you had never run up stairs so fast. The situation was so awkward and the way everyone was staring at you didn’t make anything better. There was so much disappointment in their eyes.

It’s like what you do will never be enough for anyone.

The next day everyone came down from breakfast. You went to sleep after 12 due to having work piled up from your asshole teachers. It’s not like they grade half of it anyway.

You still didn’t understand one of the lessons so decided to watch some YouTube videos on it and take notes while eating breakfast. That also gave you an excuse to sit away from anyone who would possibly want to lecture you about your ‘reckless actions’.

You were the last one down. Deciding to already have headphones in—to ignore anyone calling your name—you grabbed your breakfast and sat down at a table by yourself. Pulling your notebook and pencil out, you started the video and took notes while eating.

You could feel their eyes burning holes in your head. You’d honestly prefer they just come ask what they wanted than staring at you like some museum exhibit.

You just ignored it and did your work. That was easier said than done as Casey came over, sat next to you, and snatched your earphones out.

“Hey!” You scrambled to pause the video so you didn’t miss anything. “I was watching that.”

Turning to Casey, you pushed your glasses up and gave her a look that said ‘can I help you?’

“Don’t give me that face. I’m not the one you need to be having an attitude with.”

“I-I don’t have an attitude though.”

“Stop talking.”

You purse your lips, nod your head, and start bouncing your leg waiting to hear whatever she wanted to say to you.

“Look, I don’t know what’s been going on at school or at home but everyone can tell you’re on edge. Isolating yourself isn’t going to help anyone-”

“But I’m not isolating myself.”

“Interrupt me one more time, child.”

Casey was your first team mom. When you joined the red stars, she immediately took you under her wing and she became your mentor. The two of you worked well together and she constantly kept you on track. She was very nice but could be very strict when she wanted to be.

“All I’m saying is you’re making yourself look more guilty to them because you’re sitting over here looking like you’re all up in your feelings. You aren’t in your feelings. Right? Cause that’d be another conversation I’d have to have with somebody’s child and-”

You cut her off with your chuckle and shook your head. “Casey, I’m fine.”

She nods her head and contemplates for a few seconds, “Alright, come sit at the table with me then.”

“But I’m working.”

“Okay. You can work over there too.”

You simply watched as she grabbed your phone, notebook and breakfast to the table with a gaped mouth.

You blinked at her while she mouthed ‘come here’. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself out the seat and slowly made your way over. You sat down and reached out for your phone only for Casey to snatch it away.

“I need to do my work. What did you do that for?”

“Your work can wait. Socialize,” she said while putting your phone out of work.

With raised eyebrows you said, “Seriously?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

Huffing you turned in your seat and played with your food. You’d honestly lost your appetite this morning; it was only 9 in the morning and people were already testing your patience.

You looked up and your eyes locked with Carli’s.

“Stop playing with your food, (y/n).”

You put your fork down and just got up to throw your food away. You couldn’t deal with this right now.

The two weeks of camp was boring and went by agonizingly slow. It consisted of pretty much the same routine; you’d do work after training, work during breakfast and spend any free days or breaks by yourself (occasionally with Tierna) in your room, on your phone looking at ways to improve and tricks to do.

It became annoying when all the vets constantly reprimanded you for the smallest of things. With Carli, it’d be ‘stop playing around so much’. With Alex it’d be ‘pick up after yourself’. Even Kelley was doing it for fuck’s sake.

You honestly couldn’t wait to leave and at least be somewhere where all the attention isn’t on you.

When you got to the airport, your girlfriend was there waiting for you. She pulled you in her arms and any leftover tension from the past two weeks immediately went away. She always knew how to make you feel better.

The two of you drove to her house and went over some school work before going to bed for the night. It wasn’t an unusual routine between you two.

When the alarm went off in the morning both of you groaned. The school you went to was a total pain in the ass and regardless of what day it was, you could count on it to be an awful day. It was a predominately white school with only 2 percent being a person of color; you and your girlfriend being part of that 2%. Half of them were racist, sexist, homophobic, and just all around assholes.

Walking into the school building, you could immediately feel all eyes on you. Trying to get past it, the two of you just went to your lockers with your heads down.

“Aye! Look at me you freak!”

It was the same dude you got into a fight with last time(his name is Chad by the way). Apparently a black eye didn’t teach him shit.

“When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it.”

He grabs your shoulders, turns you around and pins you to the lockers.

“You see my eye?”

“Yeah, you got your ass beat by a girl. What you gonna do about it?”

He punched you in the stomach hard.

“(Y/n)!” Your girlfriend. You looked up at her and shook your head signaling her not to get involved.

“Ima make you look worse than you made me-”

“Are you sure about that? Last time you failed, what makes you think it won’t happen again?”

Chad chuckles and shakes his head.

“You think you’re all that with that equal pay shit, and your racial equality and women loving women crap. Guess what you little bitch I’m going to end you and all those lesbians and gays and anybody else who thinks they deserve equality because you don’t. You don’t belong here. Just go kill-”

You kicked him in his balls, twisted his arm behind his back, and pulled it. When you heard that crack you smirked and leaned down to his ear.

“I don’t wanna embarrass you in front of your racist, sexist, homophobic, buddies, but lemme tell you. You don’t own anybody nor are you superior to anybody. Do I make myself clear?”

He only grunted but you pulled tighter which made him yell out.

“I said, ‘do I make myself clear’?”

“Yes!”

You pushed him on the ground and walked over him to your girlfriend.

“Why in the world would do that? You know what they’re going to do to you. You might not even get invited back to camp!”

“Babe, calm down. I honestly don’t care at this point. And neither should you.”

“(Y/n) (L/n)! My office! Now!”

You gave her a kiss and walked away slowly.

“Wish me luck.”

“You seriously got into another fight! What is going on with you!”

It was the first thing you heard when walking into the hotel lobby. Literally everyone was there. From the youngings to the vets. Surprisingly, you were called back to camp, but you honestly think it was just so everyone could scold you. Carli was absolutely livid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything at the moment since you were so pissed.

Walking past the team, you attempted to make it to the stairs, only for Casey to grab the back of your shirt and pull you back towards the tables. She pushed you down into a seat and took your belongings away from you.

You tried to get back up but you were only pushed down again.

Carli bent down and stared you dead in the eye.

“What is going on with you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. What I did was what I intended to do. It was no mistake.”

Alex interrupted, “(Y/n), you don’t understand-”

“No you don’t understand!” You stood abruptly from the chair and slammed your hands on the table. The chair fell and it was absolute silence.

You’d never been so loud. You were always on the quiet side and this was the biggest reaction anyone had ever seen from you.

You were heavily breathing, staring at Carli, the adrenaline pumping through you.

“Did they tell you what he did to me?! Did they tell you what he calls me, my girlfriend and every other female, lgbtq member, or person of color in that school?! No! Because they don’t give a shit. And they won’t give a shit until it’s one of their kids getting hurt!”

There was no dry eye in the room. Your hands were shaking and you took a deep breath to calm down. In a lower voice you spoke.

“They don’t give a damn about my well-being so why should I give a fuck about theirs?”

Taking a few more trembling breaths, you wiped the tears off your face.

“So excuse me for being off for the past few weeks. This shit will take a toll on anybody. And you can cut the bullshit with the ‘don’t fight fire with fire’ cause that’s the only way something gets through those thick ass skulls. They don’t allow you to do it peacefully. They don’t allow you to educate them.”

You looked at Casey with tears in your eyes.

“I just wanna go to school and get an education and be treated like a normal human being. What’s wrong with that?”

Crystal came over to you and caught you before you fell. She lowered you both to the floor as you sobbed your heart out. You kept mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ into her neck between breaths as she rocked you back and forth trying to console you.

Casey and Christen were the next ones over, the latter rubbing your back while the other was trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears on your face.

“Shh, shh baby. You did nothing wrong.”

Soon, every member of the team was crowded around. Tears were streaming down everyone’s face. Their baby, only 16, was going through all this stress and pain. Because of something no one deserves.

You eventually calmed down after 15 more minutes of crying. You’d been transferred to Casey’s lap, and your team mom was trying to comfort you to the best of her ability.

Casey took your face in her hands and wiped all the tears off. “You don’t need to be sorry, alright? There was nothing you did wrong. Stop saying sorry.”

You nodded your head and she kissed your forehead.

Everyone was still crying or wiping waterfalls of tears away.

They watched as you got up and searched frantically for something. You got your phone out of your backpack and turned it on. While you were pacing, the Home Screen popped up and you quickly logged in to text your girlfriend. One, because you always text her when you get to the hotel and two, if Chad and his stickman buddies hurt her, you were absolutely going to lose your shit.

When you logged in to your phone, you saw she already messaged you saying that you should talk to the others.

“Kinda late for that,” you muttered.

“What did you say, hun?” Christen asked.

You just shook your head and texted her back.

Gf: I mean we could always try to talk to the board.

You: Or

You: We could go on strike.

Gf: I-

Gf: I’m done talking to you.

You: wait no! Don’t leave me.

You: I love you

You had a frown on your face when you put your phone away.

Casey pulled you back down into her lap. “What’s with the frown?”

You groaned and threw your head back. “She’s such an asshole. She left me on read!”

The team chuckled, glad to see you was somewhat back to yourself.

Your phone dinged and you pulled it out. She said ‘I love you too, weirdo’

There were a few moments of silence as everyone was thinking of what to do.

“Can we go on strike?”

“No!”

Casey flicked your ear for that.

Tobin spoke up, “Let’s create awareness first. Maybe identify the school board, post all the school’s faults on social media. I don’t know, just some ideas.”

Carli nodded her head. “Look, we’re here for you. For everyone in that school that’s been wronged. We’re gonna help you alright?”

You nodded your head and leaned back onto your team mom.

“And if all else fails, we go on strike.”

“Oh my god.”

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Lowkey think this was trash but eh. I don’t really care at this point but uh this topic is very serious and what I put in here doesn’t even compare to what happens irl.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #Uswnt imagine #Uswnt #alex morgan #tobin heath #christen press #casey short #megan rapinoe #carli lloyd #mallory pugh #sam mewis #emily sonnett #crystal dunn #kelley ohara

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let-it-raines · 3 years

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What a Lie We’re In (1/3)

All Emma was doing was trying to be nice. Her roommate didn’t have anywhere to go, so she invited him home for the holidays. She thought it would be fine and Killian would be a good buffer for a week at home with her parents. That is until her ex-boyfriend showed up, and while she was freaking out, Killian told him they were dating.

That would have been fine except her parents overheard it.

(A Christmas Fake Dating AU)

Rating: Mature

a/n: What? A holiday fake dating story? So original, you say? No one has ever done it before? Especially not me. lol. Forget all of that, and let’s jump into this trope-a-palooza of a holiday story!

Big thank you to @resident-of-storybrooke for reading over this and convincing me that I still know how to write ❤️

ao3: | HERE |

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“Did you eat all of my candy?”

Emma opens another cabinet, looking inside to the wine glasses and tumblers, before closing it. She’s been keeping her bag of candy in the cabinet where they keep their plates and bowls, hidden at the very top behind some reusable water bottles. Killian is a healthy eater, always stocking the fridge with fruits and vegetables and food she doesn’t think is actually real food, so she didn’t think she had to hide her junk food that well.

Hide it, yes. Hide it well, no.

Until now.

“What was that, love?”

Emma slams another cabinet closed and turns to look at Killian. He’s walking out of the bathroom, chest still damp, and only has a white towel wrapped around his waist. When he first moved into the apartment six months ago after Ruby abandoned Emma to go live with Dorothy (live with, get married to, same thing), Emma was taken aback by the lack of clothes wearing Killian partakes in. He’s an attractive man. She’s not blind. He goes to the gym as often as she does, but mostly, he spends a lot of time doing heavy lifting at his job as a contractor since he apparently likes to be hands-on, literally. His body is toned, and the son of the bitch knows it. He also knows he’s got the face to be able to get away with a lot of…well, a lot.

At first, it was all disconcerting, but now, he could walk around with his dick out and Emma wouldn’t care.

What she cares about is where her candy is. That’s the real priority. But she knows Killian will try to use his lack of clothes to distract her. Never worked in the past, not gonna work now, bud.

“My candy,” Emma repeats. “Where is it?”

He wipes behind his ear with the small towel in his hand. “I wouldn’t touch the stuff. You don’t like the good candy.”

“Well, my good candy has been moved, and we’re the only two people who live here.”

Emma places her hands on her hips, staring him down hoping he will somehow be intimidated by her stare and fess up to everything. He won’t be, but Emma can try. They both have their tactics.

Killian clicks his tongue. “What about the fellow you brought home last week?”

“Do you mean the plumber?”

“Was that who he was?”

“You know I don’t bring guys back here.” Emma moves from the counter and opens the fridge, taking out a handful of grapes from the fridge. She probably needs to eat some of them and not candy anyway. As she pops one into her mouth, that’s when it clicks. “Your girlfriend ate my candy, didn’t she?”

He scoffs and keeps drying his hair, but she sees the way he scratches his ear. Gotcha, Jones. “I don’t believe I have a girlfriend.”

“What? Tink break up with you because you wouldn’t let her eat dessert on your dates? Wait, I heard it. Don’t make it dirty.” Killian walks toward her, getting in her space, and she knows him well enough to know he wants her to flinch, to move, to stop her line of questioning. That’s exactly why she doesn’t want to. Emma pops another grape in her mouth. “Did you eat my candy? Was it your way of wallowing? It’s okay if you did. I’ll take another bag for payment.”

“For your information, Swan,” he whispers as he places his hand on her hip, “we are no longer seeing each other, but it was mutual. She did, however, eat your candy when she was last here. If you really want to know, we used it to – ”

“Stop,” Emma groans, pushing him away and running to the other side of the kitchen. “Nope. Don’t take that any further. Some things should be left private.”

His head tilts back as he laughs, the underside of his jaw black with stubble, and then he’s reaching into the cabinet above the fridge and tossing her the bag of sweets.

Oh.

“I hid it after Will and Rob found it while we were playing cards last night. Will nearly went through all your milk duds before I realized what was happening.” He raises his brow. “You have something you want to say to me?”

Emma knows what he’s aiming for, and she isn’t going to give it to him.

“Yeah,” Emma says, “you need a thicker towel. I don’t think you want people seeing you when you look like…that.” She nods her head down and then picks up a handful of Kit Kats. “I gotta go to work.”

“Off to die inside at your cubicle, love?”

“Oh, you know it.”

Emma grabs her purse and unlocks the door only to hear Killian speak. “It’s December. How do you still have Halloween candy leftover?”

Emma shrugs. “I bought one bag to pass out to kids, two bags for me.”

“Bloody brilliant.”

“I do what I can. See you tonight. I’ll try not to wake you up from your nap when I come in.”

“That would be the least you could do.”

Emma rolls her eyes, but then she’s officially walking out the door of her apartment and down toward the elevator, a Kit Kat bar hanging out of the side of her mouth.

The thing about Killian Jones is that he’s simple to her.

He likes his friends, his job, his rum, and his women. There’s not much else to him, and Emma is okay with that. While her last roommate was her best friend, this one doesn’t have to be. He can just be a guy who pays the bills so she can keep living in a nice place and who, on occasion, talks shit about other people with her while they binge watch TV.

That’s all she needs.

And all and all, Killian Jones is a…fine roommate. Yeah, fine is an accurate way to describe him at least eighty percent of the time.

Even if she does get annoyed when he brings his dates home. But that’s only because it’s always on the nights she plans on going to bed early, and the noise of other people being around keeps her from catching up on sleep.

Emma is not one to mess around on sleep.

But yeah, he’s fine. Annoying as hell over half the time, but he’s fine in the small dosages she sees him in. He works odd hours, isn’t always on the job, and she is stuck with regular hours in her office. There’s not a lot of glory in working HR for a small engineering company, but that’s what happens when you make dumbass decisions like Emma did. She’s lucky she has a stable job. She’ll try not to complain too much about it.

That’s what she tells herself every morning when she sits in her car and stares at the drab brick building.

Money. She has to make money.

And hey, she gets almost an entire week off for Christmas next week, and that’s fucking incredible, even if she does have to spend it in her hometown with her parents and their Hallmark-like attitude toward the holiday and the events it puts on. Her mom is a teacher at the elementary school and produces the Christmas play every year while her dad is a vet and outfits all his patients in little holiday bandanas and bows. He even has a tree in his office decorated with bone ornaments.

It’s…a lot. But it’s family, and as Emma stares at this building that’s sucking the life out of her, she can’t wait to have a change of pace and some home-cooked meals, even if there are as many downsides as upsides to going home. Her Kit Kat bars aren’t giving her the nutrients she knows she needs.

Being an adult is not all it’s cracked up to be sometimes, especially when going home for the holidays is seen as more of a burden than a gift with a fancy bow on top. It’s more like that turkey that dries up and falls to pieces in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.

Well, that and the squirrel crashing every decoration in the house.

Happy holidays.

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“Nah, mate, I don’t have any plans.”

Emma quietly puts her keys down on the table next to her front door, laying her purse down with it, and she kicks her boots off until they topple over each other and lay in the middle of the hallway. She can hear Killian talking, and it gets even louder when she walks into the kitchen and turns on the coffee maker.

“No, no, well, you know, I rarely do anything, not since Liam.” There’s a pause as the coffee begins to percolate and Emma grabs another Kit Kat from her bag. “I went home with Milah once, but that was years ago…no, mate, it’s alright. I don’t mind staying here by myself…yeah, I think Emma is going home to her parents.”

And that’s when she realizes what Killian is talking about.

Christmas plans.

He doesn’t have any. Emma didn’t know that. She didn’t really bother to ask. She doesn’t bother to ask much of Killian. She picks up pieces here and there, as she’s sure he does to her, but they mind their own business.

He doesn’t have a family to go home to? She knows he’s originally from England, but still. There must be someone.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Killian says. “I promise if I need anything, I’ll let you know. Alright, bye Scarlet.”

The coffee finishes, and Emma picks the pot up and starts pouring, filling her large mug halfway before getting hazelnut creamer out of the fridge and making the coffee drinkable. Killian joins her in the kitchen and perches himself on one of their stools.

“Good day at work?” he asks.

“Eh, it was a day. You?”

He shrugs. “The same. I’m finishing up on this house tomorrow, hopefully, so tomorrow will be a good day.”

Emma nods and sips on her coffee as Killian taps his fingers on the counter, the rhythm the same as the song he usually hums when cooking. “So, when are you heading for Storybrooke?” he asks.

“Monday after work.” Killian nods and keeps tapping his fingers, and Emma, stupidly opens her mouth because despite what her exes have told her, she does apparently have a heart. “If you don’t have any plans and have off work, you’re welcome to come with me. My parents are always thrilled to welcome more people. Just be prepared, it’s like a Hallmark movie up there.”

His eyes widen, the blue lighting up, and his upper lip starts to quiver, laughter very obviously waiting to break through. Dammit, why the hell did she decide to be nice? This is going to give him all of the wrong ideas.

“Why, Swan,” he smirks, leaning forward and resting his chin in his propped-up hand, “are you inviting me home for the holidays with you? You’ve been harboring a crush this entire time, haven’t you? I can’t say I’m surprised. I see the way you look at me when I finish up in the bathroom. Don’t be ashamed of it. Most women find me attractive.”

Emma flicks Killian’s forehead, and really, he should be thrilled she didn’t dump her hot coffee on his lap like she wanted to.

“I was just trying to be nice. You didn’t have to be an asshole about it.” Emma rolls her eyes and turns on her heels to walk away. She is going to her room. She doesn’t have to put up with his shit. “Forget I even offered.”

“Wait, wait, Swan.” Emma’s shoulders tense, and she doesn’t turn around. “Are you serious about your offer?”

“I mean, it would have some conditions in that you are a slightly less obnoxious version of yourself, but yeah, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can come home with me.”

“I’d like that.” Emma twists around, trying to size him up, and for once, everything seems genuine. “I have a condition as well.”

Idiot. “What could your condition possibly be?”

He winks, and she already knows this is going to have her eyes rolling so far into the back of her head they get stuck there. “Don’t go falling in love with me.”

What a cheesy ass sarcastic line.

“In your dreams, Jones.”

What the hell has she gotten herself into? This is absolutely the last time she lets her conscience guilt her into doing something nice. Emma was already going to be miserable, but now she’s miserable with a buffer.

At least her mom will be happy getting to go into hostess mode.

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In the days leading up to them leaving for Storybrooke, Emma convinces herself Killian is going to back out of the trip. He’ll realize this is awkward and not a good idea. They live together, sure, but they don’t actually know each other. They’re not close friends.

But Killian never backs out. Instead he asks her things like what the weather is like there, if her parents drink wine, if he needs to bring his own bedding. He asks a million questions a day, and they continue when they’re in her bug making the drive from Boston to Storybrooke. He wants to know what her parents do for a living, what their hobbies are, pretty much everything someone needs to know when they’re about to spend half a week in the house of strangers.

Strangers who don’t actually know they’re having someone stay at their house to awkwardly sit on the sidelines as Emma’s family celebrates the holidays and has their usual holiday arguments.

Yeah, Emma didn’t ever tell her parents Killian was coming. She knows her mom well enough to know the moment Emma mentioned bringing someone home, her mom would have stopped listening before Emma could explain that it was just her roommate. It would have been this whole big thing, and Emma knows she can handle explaining it better in person when she can snap her mom out of getting excited about nothing.

Plus, who doesn’t want a Christmas surprise?

(Emma doesn’t.)

After Killian stops being one of those obnoxious kids who never stops asking questions, they sit in relative silence for the car ride, music entertaining them, and little by little, cities fade away and more trees pop up, evergreen forests surrounding them. It’s always the sign for Emma that she’s leaving her life and going back to her old one.

That and the “Welcome to Storybrooke” sign.

Everything about the town is the same. The buildings are small and kind of dingy downtown, and when she passes Granny’s, she bets those onion rings are the same too. God, she hopes they are. This is probably the only thing that can get her through this week. She should have texted Ruby and made sure her grandmother hadn’t changed any of the recipes. If she had, Emma definitely would have stayed home.

People walk down the sidewalk all bundled up in their coats and scarves, saying hello and chatting with others they pass. It’s the opposite of Boston where Emma can go her entire day without having to say hello to someone, and a little shiver runs down her spine at the thought. She needs to get out of here as soon as possible and to the isolation of her parents’ farmhouse, even if that presents her a new set of problems.

Storybrooke, Maine is, decidedly, not Emma’s favorite place for a hell of a lot of different reasons.

Killian, though, seems to be taking it all in with the wonder and confusion of someone who has never lived in a small town like this and who is a bit shell-shocked.

Get used to it, buddy.

“Oh, hey, one more thing,” Emma sighs as she pulls up to her parents’ street a few minutes later. “My real last name is Nolan. I changed it after high school, so my parents’ names are Nolan. The whole ‘Swan’ thing is a sticky situation for them even though it’s my mom’s maiden name.”

Killian’s eyes narrow, and she has definitely shared too much about herself now. “Am I allowed to ask or…”

“No. just try not to call me ‘Swan’ around them.”

“Whatever your heart desires, love.”

Emma slows down as the road turns from paved to loose gravel leading up to their driveway. There are several cars parked alongside it, and either they now own extra cars or her parents have friends over. Great. Just what she needed. Other people around when she’s coming home and surprising her parents with a guest. At least Killian will likely be that buffer she keeps hoping he’ll be.

They get out of her car, and Emma pops the trunk for them to get their bags. Killian grabs the bigger ones despite her arguing with him about it, but she’s fine to just carry her purse and the bag with presents. Emma closes the trunk, slamming it shut, and squares her shoulders.

This is fine. This is all fine.

Until ten steps later, it’s not.

Her parents have this incredible wraparound porch with swings and rocking chairs, and sitting in one of them is Neal Cassidy.

What the hell?

She doesn’t…she can’t…why is he here? He has no right to be here, no business being here, and seeing his face makes her want to vomit.

It makes her want to cry, too, but Emma can’t give him the satisfaction.

Instead, she’d like to sink into the dirt and never emerge again.

“Shit,” Emma mumbles, stopping and turning toward Killian who is looking down at her with an arched brow. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What is it?”

God, she can’t believe she has to tell this to him. It’s too many pieces of her past in too short a period of time. This isn’t something she ever wanted to talk about again and certainly not to Killian. She was really hoping she never had to see Neal’s face again.

Honestly, she never considered it to be a possibility.

If only.

“That guy sitting on my porch is an ex of mine. And I’m talking about a bad ex, not one of those who you can be friends with afterward.”

“What the bloody hell is he doing here then?” Killian looks over her head to look at Neal, but Emma grabs his hand and yanks on it until he looks at her. “What?”

“Don’t look at him,” she hisses. “I don’t know what he’s doing here, but I’m sure it has something to do with my parents. Just…I don’t know what to do.”

“Do we need to turn around?”

“No, no, that’s pathetic. Just…maybe he’s going to leave soon, and it’ll be a quick hello and then I never have to see his face again. Let’s get it over with.”

“If you’re sure, Sw – Emma.”

“I’m sure.”

She’s not sure at all. Mostly, she wants to take Killian’s suggestion and run far, far away.

Once more, Emma braces her shoulders, and she moves forward. If she stops and thinks too much, she’ll chicken out. It’s how she is. If she thinks about something for too long, it ruins every bit of courage she has. Now isn’t the moment for that when this week is one that makes her need courage.

Maybe, Emma realizes, she didn’t invite Killian here just to be nice. Maybe she needed that buffer to keep her old demons at bay, even if just barely, and that was her motivation all along.

That really makes her asshole of the year. Well, after Neal. She hasn’t seen him in years, but he still gets the asshole of the year award.

Neal sees her before she can get to the front steps. He rises from the rocking chair and moves toward her. He looks older now. He was always older than her, but she can actually see it now. There’s gray in his beard and more lines on his forehead. His features are similar, but she swears there’s an eeriness to his eyes and a lie to his smile. Maybe those were always there, but Emma imagines she was blind to it all when she loved him.

Amazing how opening her eyes to love blinded her to so much else.

“Emma? Is that you?”

No, jackass, it’s some other blonde woman walking into her parents house.

“Hi, Neal.” She forces a smile that she knows is awkward, but he was never good at reading her enough to know the difference between a real smile and a fake one. “What are you doing here?”

“You’ve just seen me for the first time in half a decade, and your first question is what I’m doing here? Nice to see you too, Ems.”

It’s illegal to murder, Emma, she reminds herself. You don’t want to end up in jail because of him.

“It’s my parents’ house. I’m supposed to be here. You’re not. So, again, what are you doing here?”

He shrugs and ignores her. “Who’s this?”

Emma turns to Killian who is staring ahead, his jaw clenched, and he speaks before she gets a chance to. “Killian Jones,” he begins, dropping a bag and reaching forward to shake Neal’s hand, “Emma’s boyfriend.”

Emma nearly chokes on her own air and possibly her own lungs and whatever else is down there, and she’s stuck. Her brain and her feet and especially her mouth are all stuck. What the hell is he doing?

“Emma’s boyfriend,” Neal repeats, his voice incredulous like the fact that she could have a boyfriend is ludicrous to him. “Really?”

“For awhile now,” Killian lies. Wow. Has he always been this good of a liar? “It’s nice to meet you, but I think Emma and I need to get inside and put our stuff away. It’s been a long drive.”

Neal nods, but Emma catches his eyes glance over at her. What was that? “I understand. I need to get my fiancée from inside, but then we’ll be on our way.”

Fiancée?

Neal has a fiancée? Who is in her parents’ house?

What kind of upside down hell has she walked into and how does she reverse time and get back to the place where things are normal?

“Nice seeing you,” Emma lies, but Neal is already walking inside, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him as if it’s his house to go into. She quickly turns to Killian and hopes her face conveys the “what the hell” look she’s going for. And in case it doesn’t, she hisses, “what the fuck was that?”

“Forgive me, love, but you obviously didn’t want to see that man, and I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in saying that. You weren’t planning on ever seeing him again, aye?”

“Not if I can help it.”

“So what’s the harm in him thinking you have a devilishly handsome new boyfriend?”

Emma rolls her eyes, ready to take the piss out of him, when her mother comes running out the front door.

“Emma, you brought a boyfriend home?”

Well, that’s the harm, Jones.

-/-

Emma tries explaining to her parents that Killian isn’t really her boyfriend, that he’s just her roommate who came home with her because he doesn’t have any family, but she never really gets the chance with Neal still hanging around. That would be mortifying, so she rolls with it, hoping that she can clear it all up sooner rather than later.

But Neal never seems to leave.

His fiancée, Tamara, apparently teaches with Emma’s mom, and from the looks of it, they’re great friends. She can’t imagine any other reason why her parents would let Neal Cassidy in their house, but then again, they have always been great at doing the exact opposite of what’s good for her. It’s torture, and as the night goes on, it seems like it’s never going to end.

When are they going to leave?

When can she stop listening to Killian falsify their life?

She’s got to say that he’s fantastic at taking truths and turning them into lies. According to him, they met when he became her roommate (true) and got to know each other as friends first (eh, a half-truth). Then, slowly, feelings started to develop in the little moments, and they decided to give their relationship a chance (unequivocally false).

He’s got this uncanny ability to make everything feel…not ridiculous. She doesn’t know the word she’s searching for, but she’s sure as hell that Killian could find it and incorporate it into a story to make everyone here think they’re in love.

Emma has no clue how they’re going to get out of this without her parents being heartbroken because Emma can see the hope and happiness in her mom’s eyes. She’s over the moon. Her dad, however, doesn’t seem to be.

Of course this is how it goes. Her mom is thrilled because she’s not a spinster, and her dad is upset because she’s not a spinster.

“So what do you do, Killian?” he asks. “You need a roommate apparently.”

“Dad,” Emma hisses, wanting to sink into the couch, especially because she knows she’s the one who needs the roommate and not Killian. “Don’t.”

“What? I’m not allowed to ask about the man who my daughter is dating?”

“You are, but you’re not allowed to interrogate him.”

Killian places his hand over Emma’s on her thigh, and God, this really is the worst night. Why do people have to go home to family on the holidays? At least she didn’t automatically flinch at the feeling of Killian’s hand on hers.

“I’m a contractor,” Killian tells her dad. “I used to work with my brother. It’s his business, but I’m the head on projects now. It’s hard and unpredictable sometimes when my job is to make it predictable, but it’s good work. There’s a lot of good new housing popping up in the neighborhoods outside of Boston. Beautiful new construction.”

“What happened to your brother?” her mom asks.

Killian’s hand tightens over hers while his other hand scratches behind his ear. “Liam passed last year. Car accident.”

Mary Margaret places her hands over her chest while Neal and Tamara look at each other, obviously ready to go. Emma, meanwhile, tries not to act shocked. She should know this. She should know that he had a brother who died. She’s heard him talk about Liam before, but she thought…she thought he was alive, just that he lived really, really far away or something like that.

“I’m so sorry, Killian,” Mary Margaret sighs.

“Thank you, Ms. Nolan.”

Silence falls in the room, and it feels like a lot of her time in high school when she got caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. At least now she can have alcohol or drive away. One or the other, though, obviously.

Or she can go back to that sinking into the ground thing. That seemed like a good idea.

“Oh, would you look at the time,” Tamara sighs with a clap of her hands. “Honey, we need to go.”

“Won’t you stay for dinner?” Mary Margaret asks.

What the hell, Mom?

“We really have to go,” Tamara insists. “It was nice seeing you guys, though.”

“Oh, it was wonderful seeing you, sweetie. Good luck in New York. You’re going to be great at your new job.” Mary Margaret hugs Tamara. “Nice seeing you as well, Neal. You’ll fit right in, but I know your dad will miss you.”

Emma is so busy trying to take in all of this brand new information that she doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation. Through blurred vision, she sees her mom hug Neal, and yeah, Emma wants to go home. She wants to go back to her apartment where she doesn’t have to put up with this kind of shit.

Where there’s no Neal and his fiancée and especially where her mom isn’t hugging her asshole of an ex and treating him like he’s a good person.

There’s a squeeze on her hand and suddenly, Killian’s fingers are wrapping around hers. That’s when everything snaps back, and she realizes Neal is telling her goodbye.

“Yeah, bye,” Emma mutters, putting on that fake smile again.

“Maybe we could go for lunch while I’m still in town,” he suggests.

Emma bites her tongue to keep from scoffing, but she can’t help the words that come out of her mouth. “Yeah, that’s not happening. Have fun in New York.”

Neal looks like a wounded puppy when Emma manages to look at him, but she doesn’t care. He shouldn’t have had the audacity to ask her in the first place, not after everything he’s done.

Happy holidays to them all.

“Emma,” Mary Margaret hisses as soon as the front door has shut and Neal and Tamara are gone, “that was so rude of you! You can go to lunch with Neal.”

“Oh my God, Mom,” Emma groans, letting go of Killian’s hand and standing up. “I am twenty-eight years old. I’m not going to go to lunch with the man who ruined my life because you don’t like being rude. Just…let’s eat dinner, and you guys can tell me what we have planned for this week. Killian is thrilled to go to the play. I told him all about it.”

“Emma, I still don’t think – ”

“Come on, Mary Margaret,” David sighs as he claps his hand on her shoulder. “Let’s get these two dinner. They had a long drive, and I’m sure they’re starving. You like ham, Jones?”

“Love it,” Killian says as he stands from the couch. “Can I help with anything?”

“You can get a wine bottle from the rack.”

They’re all going to need it. Or at least Emma is going to.

Dinner is, well, awkward, which Emma expected, but she expected the usual awkwardness of having dinner with her parents after going a year without seeing them. This is an entire other level. Killian tries to ease it. He’s put on his most charming smile, his accent coming through thicker with each story he tells, and while her Dad seems put out, her mom is every bit as charmed by him as Emma would expect.

That makes it all fine and good until Emma’s reminded that her parents think Killian is her boyfriend, and his place would go down in flames if she told the truth now.

As much as she would like to spite her mom, that is the last thing she needs.

“So, Killian, you can stay in Emma’s room,” her mom says as they finish up dinner. “I’d have you stay in the guest room, but it’s currently filled with props and costumes for the play. But you're both adults. Who are we to keep you apart at night?”

“The couch would be fine,” Killian insists, holding his hands up.

“Nonsense, you are a guest here. You need to be comfortable. Let’s get you all settled and ready for bed.”

It’s almost like she’s in a trance as her mom guides them up the stairs to Emma’s old room. She vaguely hears her tell stories of different pictures hung on the wall by the staircase, but she doesn’t really notice. Instead, she hangs back with her dad who does not look thrilled at the whole situation.

For some reason that offends Emma. As far as her dad knows, she’s brought a man home for Christmas. A man who she loves enough to bring home, which is not all sunshine and roses for her. Once again, she’s jealous of the people who go home for the holidays and know it’s going to be a happy time.

“You know, you don’t have to act like I’m sixteen,” she tells her dad. “I live with this man. I think it’s okay for us to share a bedroom here for the week.”

“What makes you think I’m not happy about this. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Emma stops at the landing and turns to her Dad, crossing her arms over her chest and staring him down. Or up. She forgot how much taller her dad is than her.

“Try a little harder to make that believable.”

David laughs and leans forward to kiss her forehead. “Welcome home, kid. I’m glad you and Killian are here.”

-/-

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modern-vellichor · 4 years

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Grief, is a Beautiful Thing

Stage One; Denial

Warnings: Grief!! Mentions of death, suicide. Loss of a major character. Battles with depression, silent tears, heart and gut wrenching sadness, indirect and very minor smut just to keep you on your toes.

Prologue || Series Masterlist

Denial; refusal to acknowledge an unacceptable truth or emotion or to admit it into consciousness, used as a defense mechanism.

You acted fine, you smiled and went along like nothing happened, like Steve would just walk around the corner and kiss your forehead, just like old times.

You took his place at the head of the table for a while, hell, you took over the whole compound. You were planning missions, doing research, organising accommodation and transport, planning classic Stark celebration parties.

Bucky saw through your act, of course he did. Sam did too, they were your best friends after all.

Your room was directly on top of Bucky's, down the hall from Sam's. When they walked by your door late at night, sometimes they would hear sniffling, little secret whimpers and whines. They never said anything.

You threw yourself into not only your work, but replacing your family. You treated Peter like a younger brother, and Morgan like she was your own. Bucky and Sam would watch as you played with Morgan, helping her with homework, checking on Pepper.

Eventually, the whimpers morphed into hushed whispers.

You spoke to the moon.

Bucky could remember Steve telling him that one morning. Every night you turned to the moon and whispered a little 'goodnight', and if you were angry, or sad, you would beg her to take your problems away.

"He's gonna come back, I know he is", Bucky had his ear pressed against your door. "He's a good man, he wouldn't just leave us like that, not me, especially not Bucky"

He smiled, it was sad and small and it didn't reach his eyes.

Nightly you would talk to her, the lady in the sky, glowing bright and bringing you peace. There she was, all the time, never leaving you. You started to go numb, your body shutting down, your brain struggling to cope. You fell. And Bucky was there to catch you.

Barnes was away on a mission, on that you had organised, you completely forgot. You were lost in a state of doubt and self pity you didn't even hear your door click open. You didn't register the light spilling into your room from the hallway, or the thud of thick combat boots being chucked onto the floor. You didn't flinch when the mattress dipped next to you, only did your eyelids flutter when a cool, metal arm was thrown over your waist.

"Hey, Buck", you sighed, eyes closed.

"What's wrong?"

What's Wrong. He asked that at least once a day. Once a day he asked a question who's answer was so blatantly obvious, but you never told the truth.

Never once did you utter, 'the love of my life left me for another woman, or, 'l lost my mentor and father figure because I wasn't smart enough, not even, 'my best friend sacrificed herself to save me and half the fucking planet'.

No, you always just smiled, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, his back, his arm -never his hand- and whispering, "Nothing, Buck, I'm fine"

He never argued either, just smiling back, pain and sad, but a smile nonetheless. He never pressed further, he never asked if you needed help, he was just there. He was a failsafe, he was always there, just in case you needed him. Right now, you did, but you were in Denial.

So he pulled you closer to himself, wrapping the duvet around the both of you. His breath fanned over the bare skin of your shoulder, his fingers traced absentminded circles on the soft flesh of your hip, his eyes fluttered closed and his heart rate slowed. You waited for a while, feeling him. Feeling his steady breath and his loose grip and his slow heartbeat, just like you used to with Steve.

He was so much like Steve, in so many ways, but at the same time he was do wildly different. You thought it was beautiful, poetic. How America's Golden Boy, the model citizen, the good guy, protagonist, could be best friends with James Barnes, an army vet who couldn't give two shits even if he tried. You thought it was funny, you idolised their friendship.

"I'm sorry he left you", you whispered, voice cracking as you let the veil slip.

Tears rolled steadily down the side of your face, over the bridge of your nose, pooling on your pillow. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Bucky didn't hear you, didn't feel you, he was fast asleep, somewhere far away, with Steve, happy, you hope.

"I could have stopped him. I know "I could have stopped him. I know I could have, its okay, 'll get him back", you promised your sleeping friend.

With the denial and the numbness, and the constant work, came the forgetfulness.

You were in shock, it was normal. It was always small, forgetting your keys, or to eat breakfast, but it still made Bucky worry. You were coming apart at the seams, spilling guts and your shattered heart onto the floor by his feet, and he had to pick you up, and sew you back together. You just wouldn't let him.

Often, too often, he would catch you doing something you and Steve used to do together.

You would be reading a book, mind far away, and your spare hand would reach out for him. The look on your face was pain and regret and anger all in one, tears pricking your eyes as you recoiled your now balled up fist.

On the jet, you would reach out for reassurance, before and after a mission, and he would be gone.

You reached out for him, his wife frame squashed into the seat next to yours. You lifted your chin to admire him, in all his blood and mud caked glory, you smiled, eyes bright and glistening, cheeks blushing as he kissed the tip of your nose.

One of your hands reached down and interlaced fingers with his, your other wrapped itself around his arm. You leaned down, bead going slack against his shoulder. He let out a breathy laugh, a lovely laugh that ignited a fire in your belly. He ran a hand over your hair, brushing dried dirt and coppery blood from your cheek.

"You did so well, baby", he whispered. "You're incredible, you know that", his words were mumbled into your hair between kisses. You giggled, you learned from the best, and you made sure he knew it.

Your hand was tucked into your chest, the image of Steve in the seat next to yours all too fresh in your mind. The jet landed with a soft thud, and you ran through the compound to your room, not even bothering to grab your bag on the way in.

Bucky spent hours trying to coax you out of your room, listening to the soft sniffles and quiet sobs.

"Y/N, doll", he begged, pleaded, "please, let me in"

He was delighted to hear the soft bad of bare feet and the clicking of your lock. He shoved his way into your room, assertive and gentle, wrapping you in a hug and kicking the door shut behind him.

It was moments like these that brought tears to your eyes. It was the domesticity of it all, the soft touched, the way he drew circles on your lower back, ran a hand through your hair. It was the way he held you until you slept, whispering sweet reassurance into your hair, soft kisses to your forehead as you wept.

The next morning you called him into your office, Sam making a joke as he walked away.

"I have a mission for you, Barnes"

"Yes, ma'am", he responded, jokingly.

"Surveillance in Budapest, drug lord, Lloyd Montgomery", you stated. You never were good at briefings, not like Steve. "two weeks stay, you're leaving tomorrow morning."

He chuckled at your expression, brows furrowed, lips pulled into a frown. "Who am I bringing? Sam?"

"No, me"

The motel room was damp and dingy, mould grew in the corners of the ceiling, the mattresses were lumpy, the curtains damp.

You rolled over uncomfortably, chasing the sweet relief of sleep that wouldn't come. Day three had trickled by ever so slowly, you should've sent Sam on this one.

You rolled over, maybe Bucky was awake. You were met by a pair of startlingly blue eyes and a mischievous grin.

"Hello, doll", he smiled.

"morning, sergeant"

"What do you want?"

You stopped, thinking for a moment. You sat up against the headboard, Bucky switching on a light and mimicking your actions.

"A story", you finally whispered, smiling. You loved Bucky's stories, tales from before the war. Adventures, memories, stories of hard liquor and pretty girls and sometimes both.

"about what, doll?"

"A girl", you loved Bucky, he was always so soft when it came to his women. He described them like the finest piece of artwork he had ever seen, like they were an otherworldly being not worthy of his touch, like he was blessed just to be acknowledged by them.

"Her name was Rosalind"

You smiled, "Pretty name, who was she?"

"My first real crush. She was a waitress at the cafe my Ma took us to on a Sunday. I used to sneak in there after school just to catch a glimpse of her", he smiled, reminiscing.

You and Bucky both loved how vivid his memory could be sometimes, even after the brainwashing. He could describe some of his core memories like they were yesterday, others were a little fuzzy.

"She was gorgeous, most beautiful broad in Brooklyn. She had this red hair, real curly, stopped just below her shoulders. Real pale skin, too, freckles everywhere, and I mean everywhere"

You laughed at the little comment, waiting for him to continue.

"She wore these real thick glasses, right on the tip of her nose, she had the thickest Brooklyn accent I've ever heard, too. And these gorgeous brown eyes, they looked like they were just holes, like never ending or something, portals, I dont know", you laughed again, this time he joined you.

"Anyway, one day she caught me staring, wrote her address on my napkin. I showed up at her door that evening, told Ma I was staying with Steve. She had this birthmark, on her back. It started at the apex of her thigh and ended just above her hip, she called me Buckaroo when she said goodnight. Gave me a kiss, right on the tip of my nose and said, "See you tomorrow, Buckaroo""

You smiled, a pang of jealousy settling in your stomach, but you brushed it off. "She sounds real pretty, Buck"

"Oh she was, nice too, polite and friendly, real smart, kinda like you", you blushed at the compliment.

Bucky said a quick goodnight, turning off the light and falling asleep, you following after.

The lights were low. Music hummed softly, a hand wrapped in yours. Your eyes trailed up the arm, to find Bucky at the end of it, smiling down at you. He placed a quick kiss on your lips, "c'mon, pup"

He pulled you through the crowd, away from the party, a dress danced around your heel clad ankles as you jogged to keep up with him. He pulled you into an elevator, sporting that signature mischievous grin of his.

Next thing you know you were tangled under the sheets, Bucky on top of you placing soft kisses down your neck, sucking softly on your pulse spot.

"You're so beautiful, doll", he hummed, "so, so beautiful, all for me"

A thin layer of sweat was forming on your skin, Bucky still covering you with sweet kisses as one hand tangled in your hair, the other working it's way between your legs.

Your name fell off his lips like a mantra, a litany, a prayer for redemption, "Y/N, Y/N", over and over again like it was addictive.

"Y/N", Bucky shook you awake, you had broken out in a cold sweat. He wrapped his arms around your shaking frame, "Its okay, doll, it was just a dream. You're alright, I'm right here, doll, right here".

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harryandmolly · 5 years

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Complicit // 2

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, NSFW, possibly gratuitous fashion description

WC: 5.3k

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Niall drops his head and leans into the final note, squinting and scrunching his face as he riddles out this one song that’s been driving him up a wall for almost a week. He feels a flicker of inspiration, reaches for it as he looks out the window toward the balcony of his Hollywood Hills home. His brow furrows, his fingers wind up to strike the strings again, and--

Buzz. Buzzzzzzz. Buzzbuzz.

He swears under his breath and tosses the acoustic beside him on the couch. He can’t admit to himself that he’s grateful for the distraction, so he decides to be annoyed with whomever is calling.

Shawny Boi.

He sighs. He can’t be annoyed with Shawn. It’s like being annoyed with a labradoodle puppy.

“Hey, mate.”

“Hey man, how’s it going?”

Niall laughs. Shawn’s voice is bright and edging toward chipper. He can hear his doofy, multi-million dollar smile through the phone. And Niall knows who put it there.

“I guess that first date was good, then?”

Shawn, pacing around barefoot in his kitchen, grins eagerly and strokes a hand through his messy curls. “Oh… man. Dude, it was… so good. I should’ve done this years ago.”

Niall, bemused, shimmies further into the cushions of his couch, trying not to feel like the old and wise man Shawn sees him as. “Shawny, you’re 21. How long ago are you talkin’ about?”

Shawn laughs, bubbly and strange somehow, like he’s high. Niall’s seen Shawn high when they’ve smoked weed together. He doesn’t get giggly, he gets philosophical. And hungry.

This is a different high altogether.

“You know what I mean, man. Feels good, feels like I can like… handle shit now. Y’know? Like I was so tired and didn’t even realize it and then I got to sleep for like two full days and I’m all good again.”

Niall’s familiar with the feeling. His first date with Karina was similarly revitalizing. He was bouncing off the walls for a week. He nods in understanding.

“‘S a great feeling, havin’ someone take all the pressure off and force you to just… feel good.”

“Yeah,” Shawn answers dreamily, “I just wanted to like, thank you again. I think this kinda saved my ass.”

Niall smiles to himself and bounces his bad knee, glancing out the window. “Gonna see her again, then?”

“Definitely. I’m gonna call again today.”

Niall’s knee slows. He bites his lip and tilts his head from side to side. “Listen, mate, just don’t get attached. I know it feels good, but it still doesn’t compare to something… real.”

Shawn bobs his head at the reality he’s been trying to remind himself of in the 24 hours since she slipped back into her Roger Vivier heels and left him in bed with a kiss on the cheek and a glint in her warm, tired eyes. He drops his head and rolls it, stretching his neck.

“Yeah, no, I mean, I know. I just feel like I got so much shit pent up over the last few months. And I’m about to go home for a week and then this whole festival thing is lined up to kick my ass all summer, plus I’ll be flying back and forth to LA to be seen with Bex, so… I’m just… I dunno.”

It’s a weak explanation. He huffs, his chest deflating, indignant at the idea of having to explain himself at all. He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants with his time and money and attention. He needs this. It’s therapeutic. It’s good for him. And it feels so fucking good.

Niall rubs a hand against the scruff under his chin. “Hey, it’s all you, mate. Whatever you wanna do. I’m glad it’s helped.”

“Yeah. Thanks again, dude. I’ll see ya soon.”

Shawn hangs up and, with color in his cheeks, skims through his contacts to find La Splendeur saved under the name “Dentist,” just in case. His hand shakes a little as he holds the phone to his ear.

The temperature change leaving the LA heat wave outdoors to stepping into Silver’s 6 bedroom Beverly Hills modern monstrosity of a home has Penny wincing and cursing herself for not remembering a jacket. Twice a month they have this meeting, always in the quiet security of Silver’s house rather than discussing business out in the open, and nearly every time Penny sits and shivers.

“Welcome home, love.”

Silver’s voice rings through the high-ceilinged foyer, crisp and lightly accented by British boarding school and Cambridge. Penny looks up to see her on the landing above in a white Theory pantsuit that’s tailored so sharply she looks untouchable. Penny smiles. Home, indeed.

Silver’s steps down the staircase are quiet, despite the sleek marble beneath her stilettoed feet. Despite the facade of the outfit, she takes Penny in her arms and kisses her cheeks three times, offering her arm to guide them into the living room where a full Japanese tea service waits.

Silver’s friendship is an odd and somehow comforting mix of formality and family. Penny’s never seen her underdressed, or sick, or overly emotional. And despite Silver’s perceived coldness, reflected in her choice of home and interior decorating, Penny has always felt safe and loved in her presence, ever since Silver first hired her as an escort at 20.

Penny, respectfully also in business formal, a pale pink Max Mara pencil dress and creamy nude Louboutins (a gift from Silver for her birthday), perches on the edge of the snowy white chaise and faces her best friend.

Silver sweeps a lock of dark hair behind her ear and grins.

“So how was it?”

Penny’s face lights up. She drums her fingers against her knee and tries to play coy. “Spectacular.”

“Good, tell me everything.”

Penny lifts a cleanly filled brow. “Hard up, are we?”

Silver chuckles and eyes the tea service. “Have you ever known me to be without?”

Silver, long since retired from escorting herself, has had a long line of pretty young things hanging around since Penny has known her, but never for very long. Last Penny heard, Yvette, a fresh faced lingerie model from Nice, was the flavor of the month. Silver doesn’t spend a night alone if she doesn’t want to.

Penny cedes with a nod and a smirk. “So you’re just girlishly curious?”

Silver lifts a toned shoulder and sips her tea. “It’s nice to see how the other half lives sometimes. And it’s good business for me to know what clients like him can be like. Makes me a better manager.”

Silver launched La Splendeur two years after hiring Penny with the idea that Silver would largely oversee the personnel -- drivers, girls, clients -- and Penny with her head for business would run the logistics -- the books, legal, and some of the legitimate earnings attached to La Splendeur that keeps curious eyes from gazing too close. They became partners, each sharing equal cuts of the profits, each assigned to manage the parts of the organization where they had the most acumen.

This bimonthly meeting is designed to keep both ends running smoothly as well as serving as an excuse for two busy friends to meet up under legitimate circumstances. Silver doesn’t often show much interest in Penny’s dates after they’ve been vetted and approved. Penny wonders what it is about Shawn that has her curious.

“He was very nervous. We did a lot of work to get him to let go. Honestly, he’s one of the trickier clients I’ve seen in a while. But once I got him there…”

Penny’s eyes flutter shut as she revisits her night with Shawn. Even after she made him come twice in a row in her hand, he had more for her. They were up most of the night with brief naps in between wild, uncontrollable orgasms. Truthfully, Penny’s not sure she’s ever had such an enthusiastic first date with a client. She’s been on cloud nine for days thinking about how calm and deeply satisfied he looked the next morning.

When she looks back at Silver, her intensely dark eyes are gleaming mischievously. Penny rolls her own.

“I’m glad he enjoyed himself. He called to rebook you. You have a room at The London tomorrow night at 9.”

Penny tries not to lick her lips insatiably but Silver knows her too well. She releases an echo-y, delighted laugh.

“Seems like maybe you have a new favorite?” she guesses.

Penny’s eyes drop to her own half-drunk cup of tea. “We’ll see. Some guys like this, they start hot and heavy and lose steam fast. Maybe he just needs this boost and he’ll be on his merry pop star way.”

Silver, ever unnervingly wise and all-seeing, nods and glances out her windows that look out onto the Los Angeles skyline. “Maybe.”

Penny feels the hair raise on the back of her neck and swallows, reaching for her laptop. “Let’s go over this month.”

Shawn recognizes the guy in the dark suit standing outside the room when he gets off the elevator with Winston Churchill on the doors. He offers him a shaky smile, trying not to imagine what he must be thinking about why Shawn is seeing this woman twice in one week. Shawn’s been trying not to look too closely at that himself since he booked the second date.

Gus, Shawn thinks his name is, gives a nod at the wire transfer confirmation on Shawn’s phone screen and lets him in.

The room is more standard glam-modern hotel vibes than the Chateau. It’s just a little cold, very clean, basic art, matching furniture. Shawn’s eyes skim over it, unfocused. They fix on the hardcased luggage sitting discreetly in the corner. His fingers twitch, imagining what’s inside it.

He sits on the end of the bed this time instead of in the lounge area where he felt a little more innocent and less like he was waiting for a prostitute to come nail him into a hole in the mattress.

Despite his eagerness for tonight and his relative comfort, having spent the night with her once before, Shawn feels some nerves creeping through his forced calm. He wonders for a moment if he won’t get used to it, waiting for her, never really forgetting the circumstances that brought them both here.

Not that he plans to continue seeing her for much longer. Just until the festivals start, maybe once or twice after when he’s back in LA getting papped with Bex at a Starbucks with his hand in her back pocket or something. His jaw tightens slightly, and then the door opens.

Penny is glowing in an emerald green cocktail dress that clings to her every curve and ends dangerously high on her sculpted, bronzed thighs. Her hair is sleek and straight, parted down the center and back over her shoulders. Her toes are painted to match her dress. Shawn shivers and wonders if she did it on purpose, if she’s been planning her outfit for him.

Shut up, his brain tells him, Why would she do that? She doesn’t need to impress you. You’re a sure thing.

The corner of his mouth lifts. He stands and smoothes his sweaty palms down the front of his inky black jeans. Gus shuts the door behind her. She smiles like she’s been waiting for this.

“Hey, you.”

Any remaining nerves vanish. Her voice is like heroin in his bloodstream. His eyes drift shut, his head falls back for a moment as he revels in her comfort.

“Hi, Penny.”

She steps forward in heeled black sandals with a jeweled brooch around each ankle strap. He takes his time looking her up and down, then feels a flash of guilt when his eyes settle on her pretty face.

She seems to know what’s on his mind. She stops before him and rests her hand on his cheek.

“It’s ok. You can look. Can even touch, if you’d like.”

The words have his fingers twitching hard where they rest at his sides. He swallows and proceeds with caution, keeping his eyes focused on hers, lined and smoky tonight, to watch her reaction.

He rests his hands on her bare upper arms, stroking her skin with his rough, calloused thumbs. Carefully, slowly, he drags them up over her narrow shoulders, brushing along the line of her collarbones, teasing the warm skin of her throat. His mouth waters. He curls his hands down over her shoulder blades, finding with a noticeable hitch in his breathing that the dress has a very low back. His fingers skate over naked skin, following the hollow of her back and stopping above the swell of her ass to fold around her hips, admiring the feel of the deep green silk.

He releases a ragged breath and closes his eyes. “I couldn’t wait. I n-needed to see you again this week before I go home for a while.”

When he opens his eyes, he sees her nodding gently, raising a hand to cup the back of his neck. She steps a little closer until they’re chest to chest, or as close as they can be considering the height difference.

“And how do you feel now that I’m here?”

Shawn smiles a little -- at her, at his own willingness to be totally honest with her. He wets his lips and says, “Like I’m amazed I waited a whole four days.”

Satisfied, Penny hums from the back of her throat and leads him down to kiss her. She starts slow, gentle against his mouth, brushing little soft kisses over his top and bottom lips like she’s memorizing the shape of them. Her free hand, by contrast, drags tight and hungry up his swollen bicep, squeezing as she goes, stopping to grip his shoulder.

He’s obedient for her despite his urge to take more than what she’s giving. He keeps his returning kisses as light as hers, but she’s holding him so tight he knows she can feel how hard he’s trying. It makes her smile and coo into his mouth. She pulls away slightly, massaging the back of his neck.

“You look beautiful,” he murmurs without taking his eyes off hers. She chuckles.

“Thank you, so do you.”

Shawn laughs and starts to duck his head. Penny’s hand holds him firm and guides his lips back to hers. These are real kisses now. He groans into her mouth, opens wider so she can tease his tongue the way she likes. His hands draw her hips in closer until they’re pressed against his. He starts to lead them toward the bed, but Penny stands firm.

“What do you want?” he pants softly, his forehead tilted against hers. He hears her lips pull into a smile.

“Your mouth.”

Shawn’s nervous system goes erratic. His eyes snap open, his hands sink harder into the fabric around her hips, he pants against her cheek.

“Really?”

If he had any self awareness right now, he’d flinch and squirm at the timid excitement in his voice. Good thing he’s too fucked for her to notice.

Penny gently detangles herself from his grasp and nods toward the bed. He sits on the end, legs spread, his elbows on his knees as he vibrates in place waiting for her. Now it’s Penny’s turn to look him over.

He looks less tired than he did when she met him. His eyes are a little brighter, his skin a little clearer, his shoulders a little further from his ears. She lets the power of it flood her system, feels that old animal that lives inside her stretch its legs and awaken for another night with him.

She did that. She gave him that. She took a man who needed her, who needed release and comfort and affection and she gave it to him tenfold. She took something a little broken and made it brand fucking new. And now she gets to let loose a little more, build upon the foundation she started.

He’s looking at her like he did last time, waiting to see her when she bares herself to him. She wets her lips, painted a light mauve color, and steps closer, heightening the tension.

“Are… uhm, are you gonna take your clothes off?” he asks hopefully.

Penny lifts a shoulder with a smirk. “No need.”

His face falls a little. She grins, or more just bares her teeth, and lifts a toned leg to press the sole of her shoe to his chest. Shawn inhales sharply and lets it nudge him back to lie against the bed, blinking up at the ceiling.

She watches his broad chest rise and fall, picking up speed as the anticipation builds. She gazes at him hungrily, at his large hands running up and down his thick thighs as he self-soothes. She can feel him trying not to lift his head to look at her. Her patience runs thin.

Penny lifts herself over him, one knee on either side of his torso, climbing on top of him carefully until she’s centered above his pretty face.

“Shit. You weren’t wearing panties this whole time?”

His voice is squeaky and breathless. Penny tips her head back and laughs, tugging her skirt up.

“They don’t really work with this dress,” she explains, reaching down to curl a lock of his hair around her finger.

He learned from their first night together not to touch her until she tells him to, so his arms rest limp by his sides, despite how badly he’d like to plant his hands on her hips and yank her warm cunt down to meet his mouth.

But that’s not what he’s here for. He’s not here to take, he’s here to let her give to him. He closes his eyes, recenters himself, and looks up again to see her watching him.

“Want to taste me, Shawn?”

He pauses. He nods. “Yes please.”

Penny slowly lowers her hips until she meets his face and the eager lips that are already pressing needy kisses against her folds. She hums and settles further, reaching for his arms to secure them around her as she starts to rock against him.

“I’m gonna ride your face. Just… just keep your mouth on me,” she instructs, her voice going soft and breathy as she starts to pick up speed.

Shawn is in fucking heaven.

His eyes are wide open, staring up at her as she takes what she needs from him, her clit bumping his nose with every tight stroke. His dick strains in his jeans, but neither of them seems to care. His hands fit into the dips at her waistline and hold her, supporting her as she rolls her hips.

Shawn likes oral, he always has. But this is beyond anything he’s ever experienced. He’s never had a woman use him for her pleasure like this before. He would’ve guessed it would feel odd, disconnected somehow, lacking. But with Penny, he swears he’d give her fucking anything.

Shawn groans, flattening his tongue for her to work against as she soaks his mouth and cheeks. The slick insides of her thighs make an incredible noise against his face as she moves faster and grinds harder. He can feel the tension in her legs and the erratic rise and fall of her chest. She’s getting closer. She’s going to come on his face.

Shawn moans, overwhelmed at the very idea. His toes curl in his boots. He blinks desperately up at her, watching as her tanned face flushes. Suddenly, without warning, her pretty brown eyes snap shut and she fists a hand into his curls, whining loud.

“Shawn! Oh… fuck,” she squeals, meeting her orgasm without slowing down. She continues riding him hard and he doesn’t back down either, massaging her waist and watching greedily as the motion slips her dress up her hips and shows him more of her pretty skin.

Finally, it abates and he’s left cleaning her up with his tongue, eyes fluttering drowsily, his breathing regulating in time with hers.

Penny releases his hair from her fingers and sighs, easing up on her knees. He holds her steady as her legs shake, looking pleased with himself.

Penny laughs, climbing down his stomach so she can lean in to kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. He whimpers, cupping his hand beneath her hair, letting her explore his mouth as she pleases.

“You really liked that,” she breathes. It’s not a question -- she doesn’t even really need his confirmation. She can see it all over his face, could feel it in the way he stared up for her and let her have him.

He blushes and nods, smiling. “You… yeah. Fuck, yeah. You taste amazing.”

Penny’s heart clamors against her ribs like it wants to get a look at him. She runs her hands through her now sex-fucked hair and laughs.

“Good. I want another one.”

Shawn blinks and feels a moment of deja vu bring him back to their first night. “Yeah?”

Penny nods casually, unbuckling the straps of her shoes where her legs are folded beneath her. She kicks them away, dropping them off the side of the bed and reaching back for her zipper, fumbling with the awkward angle.

Shawn perks up. “Can I help with that?”

Penny kisses the tip of his nose. “Sweet. Yes, please.”

Shawn focuses his gaze on a freckle on her collarbone while his fingers tug at her zipper. When he feels it meet resistance, he stops, looks to her for instruction, then continues undressing her when she raises her arms.

Naked on his lap, she plants her hands on his chest and admires the way his heart pulses frantically for her. She sucks his earlobe between her swollen lips and feels him sigh.

“Where do you want me, Pen?”

Penny’s lips twitch at the nickname and how quickly he’s caught on. She lifts a knee and drops onto the bed beside him with a soft thump, spreading her legs and cozying into the pillows like she owns the place. He chokes on a breath that comes up short in his chest.

“Get comfy. You’re going to be down there for a while. I want to come until I can’t anymore.”

Again, she has him floored. They experimented with his overstimulation before, and tonight she wants him to help her test her own limits. He swallows and nods eagerly.

“Yeah. Of-- of course. Yes. Do you want me to…?” He gestures down at himself, still fully clothed.

Penny, with her hair spread out around her head like a halo and a manicured fingernail between her teeth, shrugs. “Take off your jeans. I don’t want your pretty cock to suffocate.”

Shawn’s abdomen clenches and he covers the inhuman noise he makes with a weak chuckle. His “pretty cock” twitches hard, reacting to the compliment.

He ditches his boots, socks and jeans and nestles up on his stomach between her thighs, breathing softly.

“So fuckin’ pretty and wet,” he praises, shaking his head in disbelief. She smiles like she’s heard it before, and he’s sure she has.

He turns his face into her inner thigh and sucks some soft, wet skin into his mouth, releasing a muffled groan as she inhales. Reluctantly, he releases her without leaving a mark, knowing he should ask permission before he tries to go that far. His eyes flicker to hers. They’re dark and unreadable, steady on him as she waits patiently. He figures she’s not in a rush. They have all night for him to make her come. His own needs are barely a blip on his radar. He’s focused on her, on her flushed pink folds, her clenching stomach, her full, touchable breasts.

She might need to beg him to leave her alone once she lets him loose. He’s not going to want to come up for air ever again.

Shawn takes a deep breath and dives in, humming as he sucks her inner labia into his mouth. Penny’s hips shift, her body melting into the bed gracefully as she relaxes. Shawn eyes her from over the soft curve of her stomach, easing up to swipe his tongue against her slowly and watch how she reacts to every little move he makes.

If she can study him, he can study her, too, learn exactly how she likes to be touched, to be tasted, to be fucked. He wants to know everything, wants to internalize it so he can attempt to bring her a fraction of the bliss she’s brought him. By the way her back arches slightly when he flicks at the hood of her clit, he’s making progress.

Shawn has officially lost count of her orgasms.

He’s past painfully hard and it’s becoming more and more apparent that he needs to come or he’s gonna, like, die, but he refuses to break and beg for it.

They’ve taken short breaks, but he hasn’t left her, receding only as far as her inner thighs that he sucks and lavishes with kisses while they talk quietly as she recovers. He tells her about his trip home next week, about having to get on the road for the festival tour soon after. He mumbles hopes and nerves and dreams and concerns as she runs her fingers through his hair and asks thoughtful questions even after four or five orgasms, so her brain is more mush than useful. But he shows no signs of wanting to go anywhere, especially now that he’s learned the tricks that get her loud and twitchy and coming hard on his needy tongue. So they lie there on the bed in the same position, right into the small hours of the morning.

Shawn hums gratefully as he sweeps up her next orgasm, relishing the shivers he feels as he holds the base of her ribcage. He grunts and noses at her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, sighing hot and loud against her folds.

“Yes?” she chuckles.

He shifts uncomfortably against the bed and lifts his gaze, looking like a guilty puppy.

“I’m… nothing. It’s ok.”

Penny comes up on shaky forearms and traces her soft toes up his back, snagging at the t-shirt he’s still wearing.

“You sure? You don’t need anything?” she whispers. His ears go red. She’s teasing him. He juts his chin out stubbornly and shakes his head, focuses instead on tonguing circles around her throbbing clit. He watches in satisfaction as her abdomen tenses and she releases an involuntary grunt of approval as her body beckons to him.

“You’ve been hard for a couple hours. Keep grinding your hips against the bed. Wouldn’t you rather me help you come?”

Shawn’s eyes fix on hers tentatively. He’s not sure how she wants him to proceed. He wasn’t going to ask, he really wasn’t. But at the idea that he might get to come soon, his cock pulses in his boxers, still leaking in the same spot.

“Only… if you want me to.”

Penny beams down at him in a way that has him hiding his face in her slick inner thigh. She strokes his curls, encouraging him to look at her.

“I want you to ask me nicely.”

Shawn heaves a sigh. He noses curiously at her clit, presses a little kiss to her folds.

“May I please come now?”

His voice is soft and quiet. He’s not used to begging.

Not yet, anyway.

Penny keeps her fingers moving through his hair, waiting for more.

“Say it again, Shawn.”

“I… please, Penny. I’ve been so good. Please let me come for you?”

She blinks slowly, lazily, drugged by the power he so freely drops into her hands. At her reaction, he swallows and continues.

“Please,” he hisses, pressing more needy kisses to anywhere he can reach, “Penny, I’ll come so good for you. I’m so fucking hard. Just want to come once and then I’ll keep eating your fucking perfect pussy. Please, Penny, I want to come.”

The corners of her mouth lift in a dangerous grin. She bobs her head, pushing at his hair so he’ll ease back from between her legs.

“Take your shirt off.”

Shawn sits up and yanks at the collar, throwing it over his head. His chest is pink, heavily flushed from their hours of fucking. Her eyes scrape over his every curve and angle, and she’d be lying to herself if she thought it wasn’t mostly to keep him waiting for her. She pulls her legs together, rubbing her wet thighs as she considers him.

“Boxers, too.”

Shawn stands for expediency’s sake and drops them without ceremony, kicking them off his ankles. His hands curl into fists to keep himself from grabbing at his swollen pink cock.

Penny licks her lips obscenely. She eyes him, head cocked, and crooks her finger. He climbs back onto the bed.

“Come here,” she whispers, flattening her legs and waving him forward.

Unsure of what she wants, unable to do anything but follow her lead, Shawn kneewalks on either side of her until he straddles her torso, positioned over her chest.

Penny smirks as she looks him over, lets her hands wander over his tensed thighs, his rippling stomach, his slim hips and tight little ass. Shawn’s toes curl. His hands stay at his sides.

“Wanna watch you touch yourself. Wanna feel you come on my tits, would you like that?”

He chokes on air. Would he like that? Jesus Christ.

He nods frantically, curling a fist around his cock. His whole body shakes with a relieved sigh. As her small hands smooth up and down his quads, he pumps in and out of his fist, scrunching his face at the filthy sound of it.

“Oh, fuck,” he swears, shaking his head, “Fuck, I love being good for you.”

When he can manage to open his eyes, Penny is staring up at him in wonder, looking between his face and his thrusting hips. She bites down on her lower lip.

“Good. God, you’re so fucking hot, so hard for me.”

Shawn hangs his head, groaning loud and unabashed as his orgasm starts to coil hot in his lower abdomen.

“Penny… gonna come. Gonna come on your pretty tits.”

Penny wets her lips and tries not to look like she’s aching for it. She closes her eyes briefly, brushes her hands up around his hips to grip the cheeks of his ass.

Her eyes open.

“Shawn, are you my good boy?”

She brings a hand down hard on his right cheek, the resounding smack of skin on skin propelling him forward through the wall of his orgasm.

He screams, breathing into a growl of her name, spurting hard onto her chest. His hips snap desperately, his hand pumps his cock through one of the strongest orgasms he’s ever had. His head falls forward to rest against the cushioned headboard, looking down at her as he remembers how to breathe again.

“Guess you are my good boy, then,” she preens, skimming her hands over his body again as he sits back on his heels.

“Holy… shit.”

“Feel good, Shawn?”

He blinks blearily and manages to nod. With a huff, he lifts himself onto newborn horse legs and stumbles to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. Without her even asking, he carefully sweeps the cloth over her chest, cleaning his orgasm off her perfect breasts. He tosses the cloth aside and gazes down at her. She smiles. He sighs.

“You’re… exactly who I need right now.”

They’re Penny’s favorite words to hear from a client. They represent absolute success. They make her proud, despite the prejudices and misconceptions surrounding her job. The look on his face right now is the reason she is here. Her heart gives an extra squeeze. She reaches for him, folds him down beside her and guides his head onto her chest. Without another word, they fall asleep.

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“Meteor Showers” David and Jack sleep curled up in bed. Morning light shines over them, and outside their window, Shiloh wakes up. David opens his eyes and looks out over the scene. He takes it in for a moment, and then turns to Jack. He kisses him gently on the forehead. Jack opens his eyes and looks up at David. David grins at him, “Good morning.” Jack grins back, and kisses David on the lips. They enjoy a long, slow kiss, and David moves to get on top of Jack. There’s a knock at the door, and David rolls off. Thomasina’s voice, “Sir, you have a meeting in ten minutes!” David rubs his face, “Okay, thank you!” He looks back over at Jack, “Sorry. I have to go do king shit.”

David pulls a sweater over a button-down shirt and a clean pair of blue jeans. He adjusts his collar as Jack looks on. David, “Not the most kingly outfit in the world, but it’ll have to do until I get some fancier clothes.” Jack, “Sexy!” He smack’s David’s ass. David laughs and looks at Jack for a moment. He goes over and kneels down so he can be eye to eye with Jack, “I really wish I could do to therapy with you today like we planned.” Jack, “Okay.” David, “Listen, if you need me, don’t hesitate at all. I’ll come to you, no matter what else is going on.” Jack, “Don’t worry.” David kisses Jack’s forehead, “I love you.”

Thomasina waits outside the door. The door opens and David steps out. Thomasina, “Good morning, your majesty.” David, “Oh, Jesus, don’t call me that.” Thomasina, “It’s your title. You should get used to it.” David, “Sorry.” Thomasina, “Don’t apologize, either.” David, “S- I…” he sighs in defeat, “Okay.” Thomasina, “Ms. Hatch, Rabbi Levinson, General Mendoza, and Ms. Broadnax are in the council chamber, waiting for you, as you requested.” David, “Thanks.” Thomasina, “Is there anything else you need?” David, “Uh, I’m good, I-” he thinks for a moment, “Well, I… There’s one thing.” Thomasina, “Yes?” David, “I have to be able to take care of Jack. I mean, he’s going really well with his recovery, but… he needs me, sometimes. I need to be able to go to him. No questions asked, just drop everything and go to him.” Thomasina, “That can be tricky, but it can be done. King Silas would do the same when Princess Michelle was sick.” David, “Good! That’s great! I’m really glad!” He smiles brightly at Thomasina, and she gives him a small smile back. David, “I really appreciate this. I mean, scheduling a coup can’t be easy, but you’re doing it.” Thomasina, “I’m serving my country, sir.”

David goes into the council chamber, wearing a sweater and blue jeans. The gallery is empty, except for Rose. Abby, Asher, Shay and Monique sit around the center table, all dressed rather casually. David, “Good morning. Uh, I know I should probably be dressed a little bit nicer, but uh, the only nice suit I have right now is my uniform, and it’s starting to smell kinda funky.” Monique, “First of all, that’s what dry cleaners are for, and secondly, I already have a team of tailors set to work.” David, “Oh, sweet. So, what’s on the agenda?” Asher, “We need to fill the rest of the ministry positions.” David, “What else is there to fill?” Asher, “Minister of defense, Minister of health, Minister of infrastructure, Minister of education, Minister of Treasury, Minister of communications, minister of agriculture, minister of land, minister of energy, and…” he pauses, “There’s the whole issue with Joel.” David, “Okay, well, I guess I don’t need to fix what isn’t broken, so set up meetings with the old ministers from under Silas, if I think they’ll do good, they can keep their position.” Abby speaks up, “There’s also this.” She raises a remote and turns on a TV. The old Minister of State, Claude Sorenson, talks on a news channel, “NEPOTISM! I’ve diligently served Gilboa for nearly twenty years, I have negotiated countless deals and treaties for King Silas and King Linus, and now, suddenly, I’ve been replaced by a little girl with almost no experience!” David, “What? That’s bullshit, I wouldn’t have appointed any of you if I didn’t know that you’re good at what you do. And, I don’t know this guy, I have no relationship with him, he doesn’t know how I work or what I want, but Abby does!” Monique, “The minister of communication would be the one to say all this.” David, “Do you want to be the minister of communication?” Monique, “I can’t run two ministries at once, and I’d rather be in arts and culture.” David sighs heavily, “Okay, well, I guess that’s the first position I’ll try to fill.” David looks back up at Sorenson on the TV, and sighs, “Can I also say that with Gilboa being almost constantly at war for over twenty years, Sorenson was doing a pretty shitty job?” Rose speaks up, “You don’t want to use those exact words, but you can say as much, easily.” David looks up at her, eyebrows raised in surprised. Rose goes on, “And you’re right to choose Abby over Claude. He’s a moron.” David, “Thanks.” He turns back to everyone else, “Okay, what’s next?” Shay speaks up, “How the fuck are we gonna integrate the AFG into the army?” David, “Ooooh, yeah, that’s gonna be tough. I guess we should put our AFG veterans as priority number one, until everything’s integrated, at least. I want AFG vets given preference in leadership positions.” Shay, “We’re gonna get a lot of bitching from old army soldiers if we do that.” David, “Well, they shoulda thought about that when they stayed on Silas’s side!” Rose, “Do not say that.” David sighs, “Well, am I wrong for not wanting the army to lead a coup?! My AFG soldiers have stuck with me through some shit, I want to reward them for that.” Asher, “Rewarding loyalty is a quick way to ensure that everyone just gives you what they think you want rather than what you need.” David, “This is different, and you know it is. You know what the AFG’s been through, what we’ve sacrificed. And…” he sighs, “It won’t be straight-up favoritism. If the old army officers can prove that they deserve their positions more than my AFG officers, they can keep them. But I’m not bad for not wanting a coup, okay?” Shay, “Okay, that’s fair. It’s still gonna be a bitch of a job, but I’ll see what I can do. Is there anything else you want me to cover?” Asher, “I think just focus on filling in those minister positions.” David, slightly hesitant, “Actually… I do kind of have an idea about who to appoint as minister of defense until Jack can take it over.” Asher, “Who?” David, “Caesar Reinhardt.” Asher, “…Are you serious? David, “I know it seems crazy but… I did kind of get to know him when we were roomies, okay? He’s actually smart, and he knows what he’s doing.” Shay, sarcastically, “Yeah, what were you saying about not wanting a coup? No way Reinhardt doesn’t try to kill you two weeks after you appoint him.” David, “It’s temporary! Like I said, it’s only until Jack is recovered enough to take the job over!” Asher, “When is recovered enough?” David, “I don’t know, Dr. Hussein said that we should have an idea of what his abilities will end up being at about a year after the injury, so another six months?” Abby, “David, recovery can take years. Dr. Hussein also said that his recovery can stop at any time. We don’t know how much he’s going to recover.” David, “Well, as long as he’s still making progress, I intend to give him that position, okay? You all know that he’d be good at it! In the meantime, Reinhardt, at least, I know respects me, and will be respected by the old army men, and can maybe even help us end both of these wars without a complete surrender.” Asher, Abby, and Shay exchange looks. Asher, “You’re the king, man.” David, “I’ll talk to him, at least, okay? Is there anything else to discuss right now?” Asher, “What are you going to do about Joel?” David, quietly, “I don’t know. I’ve still got to think about it.” He looks up at Thomasina, “Schedule appointments with Reinhardt and all the old ministers, I’d like to talk to them today and tomorrow, if that’s doable.” Thomasina, “Right away, sir.” Abby, “Shaw wants to talk to you today.” David, “What?” Abby, “Shaw wants to talk to you. If you’re serious about the whole peace with Gath thing, you need to talk to him.” David, trying to push his anger away, “Alright, alright. I’ll talk to him. What about Warner? Does he want to talk?” Abby, “I think he’d rather just keep fighting. We’ll probably have to be the ones who insist on talking.” David, “Okay.” Thomasina, “You have some coronation gifts you might want to take a look at, and there’s someone you should meet today.” David, “Who?” Thomasina, “You’ll know who they are when you meet them.”

In the palace garage sits a shiny, bright red vintage convertible. David enters with Asher and Thomasina. Immediately his eyes widen in delight, “YES!” He runs up to the car, “Oh, this is nice!” Thomasina, “It’s a coronation gift from Dwight Garner.” David hugs the hood, “I like being king!” Asher sighs disapprovingly, “David, this is a bribe.” David shoots up, “No! This is too nice to be a bribe!” Asher, “You have to give it back.” David, “NO!” Asher, “If you keep it, it’ll look like you’re for sale.” David, “I’m not for sale! I just like getting nice cars!” Asher, “So when Dwight Garner asks you for a political favor, are you going to say no?” David, “Of course!” Asher, “Are you sure?” David, “I’m sure!” Asher, not convinced, “Give it back.” David, “I deserve a nice car! I’ve earned it!” Asher, “Give it back.” David, “Oh, come on! Please?!” Asher, “Give it back.”

Thomasina leads David down into the dungeons. David looks around and shudders, “Ugh, I remember this place.” Thomasina, “There’s someone in here for you to meet.” She unlocks the door to Vesper’s cell. David goes in, and stops when he sees Vesper, “Oh, shit.” Vesper, “Hello, your majesty. Do I need to introduce myself?” David points at him, dumbstruck, “You’re the guy I was talking to when I was in here.” Vesper smiles, “I seem to remember a certain young man bravely facing his death. I knew that if I ever spoke to him again, he would be king.” Bewildered, David sits down, “I knew I’d have to deal with some weird shit being king, but I honestly had no idea how weird.” Vesper, “I promise you, it only gets weirder from here.” David sits and stares at him. Vesper, “Do you play chess at all?” He moves the board towards David. David, “I know how to play but I’m not that good.” Vesper, “You out-witted both Silas and Linus, I’d venture to say you’re good.” David, “Silas killed himself so Shaw wouldn’t kill him, and Joel Bronikov was the one who got Abner. I didn’t do any of that.” Vesper, “Don’t fool yourself, David, none of that would have happened if it weren’t for you.” David, chagrined, “A lot of awful shit wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me.” Vesper, “I’ve had fifteen years to sit in a cell and ruminate over my bitterness and regret. I have a lot more things to regret than you, so believe me when I tell you, dwelling on a past you can’t change won’t do you any good.” David, “I’ve inherited Silas’s war with Ammon, and it’s not going well.” Vesper, “The night I arrived here, I warned Silas that Warner won’t rest until Carmel is his. Kings are inherently greedy bastards. Warner’s self-righteousness only makes him worse.” David, “Yeah, no shit.” Vesper, “The things you learned about me in school were true: I was an absolutely terrible king. I believed I was doing God’s work, but I ended up doing things I can only describe as unholy. I can’t tell you what to do, but I can tell you what not to do. Silas seemed to take heed of the advice I gave him, but, you saw what happened to him.” David, “I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. At this point, even bad advice is better than nothing.” Vesper, “Well, then, you know where I’ll be.” David, “I’m gonna send my minister of state in to talk to you. I think she’ll have a better idea of what to do with you.”

David walks down a hallway, mulling over what just happened. He reaches a door, opens it, and goes into the waiting area outside of the king’s office- now his office. Liam and Adam are waiting for him. They both stand up. Liam, “Your majesty!” David smiles sheepishly at him, “Yeah, that’s what people are calling me these days.” Liam, “Come on, man, we’ve kind of earned the right to say it.” David, “Yeah, okay, you have. Let’s talk in… well, fuck, now I guess it’s my office.” He opens the door and leads them in. Nothing has been touched since Abner last stepped foot in it. David goes over to the desk and sees the papers still stacked there, “Ah, fuck, someone’s gonna have to sort this shit up.” Adam looks up at the skull on the book shelf, “Is that thing real?” David looks up, “Uh, yeah, actually, it is. It’s not just real it’s Nicholas Achison.” Liam, “Are you fucking kidding me?” David, “Silas was a sick fuck, what can I say?” Liam, “Wonder what he did with Vesper Abbadon.” David, “Trust me, you don’t want to know. Anyway, sit.” He sits down at the desk. Liam and Adam sit across from him. David wiggles the seat a little bit, “Shit, this is still really weird. I spent plenty of time in you guys’s spot, and when I was there, I honestly never once thought that I’d be sitting on the other side.” Adam, softly, “What are we here for?” David gets a little bit more serious, “Look, I’ve got a lot of positions that I’ve gotta fill, and I honestly have no idea who’s gonna fill most of them. However, when I started thinking about who should be working where, right away, I knew who my first appointments would be. Adam, I want you working as my spokesman for the army. My old job.” Adam, nervously, “Seriously?” David, “Yeah. Liam, You’re gonna be doing something similar, except instead of speaking for the whole army, you’re gonna be speaking for the AFG.” Liam, “Yeah, I can do that!” Adam, “Wait, what- what is this job, and why do you want us to do it?” David, “Like I said, it’s my old job. You go in front of a TV camera, you represent the army, tell people what’s going on.” Adam, “Like, on TV?” David, “Yeah. You don’t have to do it, but… it’s a good fucking job. I mean it. I’m not just putting you guys there so you can be there indefinitely, it opens you up to connections and possibilities you didn’t even know were out there. I mean, fuck, look what it did for me.” Liam, “I’m in!” David, “Awesome!” Liam, “I just got one question, why does Adam get the bigger job?” David, “Well, if I have to be brutally honest, Adam has a few more hero points. He did blow up a tank, right? That seems to be the biggest qualifier for this job.” Liam laughs, “Yeah, okay, man, sounds good.” David glances at Adam, “What do you think?” Adam, “It’s… a lot.” David, “You don’t have to decide right away. I can give you a week or two to think it over.” Adam, “No, no, I appreciate this. I really do. This is a huge favor for me, and It’d be really stupid of me to turn it down.” David, “Hey, I just thought you’d be a good fit because the hero shit made you pretty popular. If you don’t want to do it, I can easily find you another really good job you’re better suited to.” Adam, “No, I- I’m willing to do this. I can do it, I just…” David, “What?” Adam, “I’m not gonna have to lie to people, am I?” David, confused, “What? No. All along, I’ve said that I won’t lie like Silas did. You’ll probably have to report some difficult stuff, but, it’ll be the truth.” Adam nods apprehensively, “Okay.” David, “But, hey if you want something else, it’s no problem.” Adam, “I’ll do it. I’m glad to serve my king.” David grins ear to ear, “You have no idea how happy that makes me. Really. I wanted something good for you guys, and this is it. This is gonna take you to amazing places. Just don’t end up trying to overthrow me, okay?” He stands up. Liam and Adam both stand. Liam, “It’s an honor!”

David leads Liam and Adam out of his office. Reinhardt sits in the waiting room. Adam sees him and halts, his smile faltering. Liam spots him, too, and says to David, “What the fuck is he doing here?” Reinhardt, “Nothing like a warm welcome.” David, “Don’t worry about it, I’m just exploring some possibilities, okay?” Liam, “Seriously, man?” David, “You guys don’t have to worry about it, okay? I’ll see you later.” Liam and Adam exchange glances, shrug, and the leave, saying, “See you.” Once the door closes, Reinhardt says, “So is this a job interview, or am I on trial?” David, “We’ll talk about it in my office."

Int he office, Reinhardt sits down across from David, “You’re gonna re-decorate, right?” He glances over at a framed photos on the desk: one of Emma and one of young Silas and Abner as buddies in the army. David grabs the photos and stuffs them into a drawer, “Yeah, but, I’ve kind of got a few more pressing issues to deal with.” Reinhardt, “You keep saying that, you’ll never get around to changing anything.” David, “You’re aware that I have a lot of people saying you should be hanged, right?” Reinhardt, “Yes.” David, “I don’t entirely disagree with them. It’d be kind of fucked up if you get away without consequence.” Reinhardt, “Is that’s why I’m here? You wanted to give me a death sentence in person?” David, “I’m not handing down death sentences. All citizens of Gilboa are going to be guaranteed the right to a fair trial.” Reinhardt, “So am I charged with anything, then?” David, “I’m gonna give you a chance to redeem yourself.” Reinhardt, “Oh?” David, “I want you to be my minister of defense, at least until Jack’s recovered enough that he can take it over. If you go a good job and help me get out of Silas’s wars… I’ll let your past slide.” Reinhardt, “Seriously?” David, “This government’s killed enough people. I don’t want to keep spreading misery.” Reinhardt, “Well, you’re king, and your word is law.” David, “So, will you take the position?” Reinhardt, “Can’t really turn it down, can I?” David, “I guess you can’t.” David’s phone buzzes. He takes it out of his pocket, sees the call is from Abby. David, “I should probably take this.” Reinhardt, “Go ahead.” David answers, “Yes?” Abby, outside of Vesper’s cell, “VESPER FUCKING Abbadon?!” David, “Okay, first of all, this is Silas’s fault, and secondly, can we use him as leverage?” Abby, “You could have at least fucking warned me before you sent me to talk to a genocidal psychopath!” David, “I’ve talked to him a few times, and he’s actually kind of chill?” Abby, “What part of genocidal psychopath did you not understand?!” David, “It’s your job to figure out what to do with him.” Abby, “No, fuck you, you are not passing this off on to me! You’re the one taking on Silas’s problems, and this is a massive fucking problem!” David, “I’m giving it to you because you’re the one who’s going to know what to do. If we want to get out of war with Ammon without handing over all of Carmel, we should consider using him as a bargaining chip.” Abby sighs and rubs her face, “Oh, fuck.” David, “You didn’t actually think this whole minister of state would be easy, did you?” Abby, “No, but it would have been nice to at least have gotten a fucking warning before you sprang this shit on me.” David, “I didn’t get a warning, either.” Abby, “All right, I’ll talk to him, try to figure something out. Are there any other weird Silas secrets that I need to know?” David, “Probably, but I don’t know what they are, either. I’ll talk to you later.” He ends the conversation. Reinhardt, “Oooh, you just found out about Abbadon, didn’t you?!” David, “What?” Reinhardt, “Right after I rescued all those soldiers, Silas invited me up to the residence for some drinks, and he ended up telling me a bunch of shit that he probably shouldn’t have. That was when I knew that he liked me.” David, “He invited me up for drinks once, but he just ended up yelling at me about art, and then made me play the piano.” Reinhardt, “Ha, see, he didn’t like you.” David, “He brought me out to meet Seth. Did he do that with you?” Reinhardt, “Seth was still an infant when I was going through my hero phase, I don’t think he’d let anyone meet him at that point.” David, “Yeah, sure, you keep telling yourself that.” Reinhardt rolls his eyes, “Is there anything you want me to get started on as your minister of defense?” David, “I’m meeting with Shaw in a little while. Might be a good thing if you were there.” Reinhardt, “All right.”

David stands out on the back balcony of the palace, looking out over the landscaping, deep in thought. Abby approaches. He looks over at her, “Hi.” Abby leans against the wall, “I’m officially terrified of what else Silas might have been hiding.” David, “I told Thomasina to take Auclaire’s skull out of my office. I couldn’t do any work with it staring at me.” Abby, “I’m sure Shaw would love to have it back. We just can’t act like we’re desperate to get rid of it.” David, “Good idea.” He leans his head back and sighs, “I’ve been dreading this meeting.” Abby, “You already faced Shaw at Council. This we can at least do over video conference.” David, “I know, but it doesn’t get any easier. I listen to Jack speaking, and I know he wants to tell me things, but he can’t. He gets so frustrated, and when I see it, all I want to do is make Shaw pay.” Abby, “Well, considering Gath is currently kicking Gilboa’s ass, he kind of has the upper hand.” David, “He’s gonna rub it in our faces, too. He’s nothing if not petty as fuck. Which is kind of why I want Reinhardt for minister of defense. Shaw hasn’t hurt him, he can’t pick at him like he can with me.” Abby, “You’re king, David. You can do whatever you want.” David, “I want to take Jack and get the fuck out of this place, that’s what I want to do.”

David, Abby, Shay, and Reinhardt sit in the council chamber, video conferencing with Shaw. They’re all exhausted, and the sun is going down outside. David, with his fingers pressed against his forehead, “CrossGen is not going to resume manufacturing in Gath!” Shaw, “And why not?” David, “Because you fucking shot the person who owns it!” Shaw, “You say you want a peace agreement, and these are my terms.” Reinhardt, “If you think that just because we want peace, we aren’t willing to fight, you are very mistaken, Your Excellency. I’ve been on the wrong end of the Army of Free Gilboa before, and believe me, you don’t want to be there.” Quietly, without being noticed, Rose enters. Shaw, “If you wish to keep fighting, that’s your decision.” Abby, “I know you’re willing to make compromises, otherwise you wouldn’t be speaking to us. I’ve made deals with you before, and I can do it again. I know being able to put Premier Auclaire properly to rest means an awful lot to you and your family, and we very much want to give that to you, but we need something in return.” Shaw, “I’ve waited twenty years. I can wait longer.” David leans back, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, stop being such a dick!” Rose hurries up behind David, “Good evening, Gerald. I know how much you love dragging these meeting out, but it’s getting late, and I have dinner waiting. I’m afraid we’ll have to pick this conversation up again later.” Shaw, “Coming to the rescue, Rose?” Rose, “Consider yourself lucky that David believes in peace more than he wants revenge, because he’s not the only person in Gilboa who’d love to see your palace in flames. David doesn’t owe you a single fucking thing, and to act like you’re the one holding all the cards is simply absurd. We’re going to go to dinner now. Good night, Gerald.” She turns the TV off. She looks down at Shay, Reinhardt, and Abby, “You all go home. Abby, I know Michelle is waiting for you.” They all look at David. David, “She’s right, go home. Get some rest.” Shay, “All right. See you tomorrow, David.” Reinhardt, “When are you going to make an announcement about my position?” David, “I dunno, whenever I can. I still need a minister of communications.” Reinhardt, “I’ll be back tomorrow, then.” He leaves. David turns to Abby. Abby, “The fact that nobody’s crying is a good thing. We actually did okay today.” David, “Yeah, I hope.” Abby gives him a big hug, “You really are doing good.” David, “Thanks, Abby.” She steps back, “Go enjoy your dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.” David, “Okay, see you.”

Rose and David stand in an elevator together. Rose, “You have to shut Gerald off, or else he’ll drag things on forever.” David, “Yeah, I’m starting to realize that.” Rose, “He’s difficult to contend with, but not impossible. Right now, he’s looking for your weaknesses.” David, “He knows my weaknesses. He saw what happened at Council.” Rose, “All the more reason to know when to cut him off.” David, “Do I get to call him Gerald?” Rose, “You can, but Silas did it because he wanted to insult him." The elevator dings open, and they go into the residence. The furniture that was once in their apartment has been moved in, but lots of things are still packed in stacked boxes. Jack sits in the kitchen with a large pizza on the table. He smiles up at David, “Hey, babe.” David, “Oh my god, pizza sounds so good right now.” He kisses Jack on the cheek and then reaches for a slice. David and Jack chow down on pizza while Rose eats a salad. David, “How was speech today?” Jack, “Good.” Rose, “Jack’s making good progress. His therapist says there’s reason to be optimistic.” David, “Finally, some good news.” Jack gestures around to the space behind him, “Stuff came.” Rose, “Everything’s been shipped over from the apartment.” David, “I spent two months building us the perfect apartment and you only got to spend one night in it.” Jack struggles to say what he’s thinking, “Stuff… here.” David, “Yeah, we’ve still got the stuff, but the apartment had a nice open concept and great acoustics.” Rose, “You’re the king. You can knock down a few walls.” David, “Most importantly, I had everything custom-designed to be assessable for Jack. This place has an upstairs and a downstairs, and he can’t handle stairs yet.” Jack, “I will.” David, “Yeah, I know, but I still want to at least get an elevator installed.” Jack, annoyed, “Don’t need.” David, “Yes, you do, even when you can walk again, you still get dizzy spells, remember?” In frustration, Jack tries to change the subject, “You?” David, “What?” Jack, “Your day.” David, “Oh,” he sighs heavily, “It’s been a long one.” Rose, “It’s not going to get easier.” David, “I know. Leading the AFG never got any easier, I don’t expect leading Gilboa to be any different.” Rose, “I know you think the last six months were the worst months of your life. I’ll tell you right now, you’re wrong. The next six months will be. That’s how it was for Silas.” David, “Can I at least enjoy my pizza before you get into how miserable I’m gonna be?” Rose, “You need to hear it.” David, “I know, I know.” Rose, “You need to look out for yourself. You need to know when to say no. You need to know when to lean on those who love you.” David, “Laura said as much to me when I met her.” Rose, “She was right.” David, “I spent all afternoon talking to Shaw. I can’t look him in the face without feeling like I’m back there on Mt. Gilboa…” he drifts off, and then changes the subject, “Sorry. I should probably talk about this with my therapist instead of you two.” Rose, “We both know what happened. There’s no use in pretending it didn’t.” David, “Doing the right thing absolutely fucking sucks.” Rose, “Gerald is testing you, and you stood up to him. He knows that you’re serious about peace, but you won’t just capitulate to his demands.” David groans and rubs his face, “Yeah, I stood up to him today, but it’s not gonna be the last time I have to deal with him. My confirmation Council is coming up.” Rose, “If you’re scheduling things, already, you should decide who you want to do your first interview as king.” David, “What?” Rose, “Journalism is the first draft of history. You have reporters lining up to be the first to interview you, many of whom work for news outlets willing to pay you quite a good bit of money.” David, “I have money.” Rose, “And a palace living space that needs remodeling.” David thinks for a moment, and then says, “Do you want to be my minister of communications?” Rose, “Pardon?” David, “I need one, and you seem to understand this whole being royal business pretty well. Would you be up for the job?” Jack, “Do it!” Rose, “I don’t want to be in the business of flattering you.” David, “I don’t need someone who’s just gonna flatter me, I need someone who’s gonna be able to say what I need to say. You get to be the one who acknowledges it when I fuck up.” Rose, “You can’t fuck up when you’re king.” David, “Silas fucked up plenty of times.” Jack, “Plenty!” Rose, “I’ll consider it.” David, “Well, hurry it up, will you? I need to be seen doing shit.” Rose, “Fine. I’ll take the job.” Jack, “Yes!” David, “It’s good to know I can get at least one thing done.” Rose, “I will take the job on the condition that when I give you advice, you actually listen to me.” David, “Are you gonna be giving me orders?” Rose, “Advice, not orders.” David, “So what more advice do you have?” Rose, “Plenty. I know you’re the self-sacrificing type. You always put yourself last. You won’t last a month as king if you keep doing that. You have an entire country that depends on your well-being, so now you have to take your well-being seriously. Be selfish and know when to step away.” David, “Is it a bribe if I accept a really nice car as a coronation gift?” Rose, “It’s not a bribe if you pay for it.”

A fake press podium is set up on a set draped with AFG flags. An announcer, “And now a word from King David of Gilboa…” The comedian version of David steps up to the podium, and the TV audience cheers with unbridled enthusiasm. Comedian David raises his hand and the cheering stops. Comedian David, “First of all, I would like to apologize to Queen Laura of Moab, you are no longer the hottest North American monarch.” Curled up with David, Jack laughs. Davis makes a face of displeasure, “Jesus, that’s so sexist.” Jack, “Funny!” David rolls his eyes. On the table beside him, his phone buzzes. David, “Shit!” He grabs it and looks at it. Jack, “What?” David, “Oh, it’s nothing. The Perseid meteor shower starts tonight. I set a reminder because I wanted to go watch it with you.” Jack concentrates, “Don’t…” He tries to say the next word, but it doesn’t come. He sighs with frustration. David pulls the cover over the keys, “I’m tired. Are you ready for bed?” Jack, “Yeah.” David gets up, goes over to Jack, and helps him get up, “Let’s get you in there, then. At least we can sleep in our own bed tonight.” Carefully, he leads him towards the stairs. Jack clutches the railing and leans his weight on David as, slowly, shakily, one by one, they mount each step.

David and Jack lay in bed together, Jack curled up in David’s arms. David sticks his nose into Jack’s hair, and strokes his head. Jack puts his hand on David’s arm. David, softly, “Things would be a lot better if I’d at least had a little bit of time with you. Joel could have at least waited a couple of weeks to kill Abner.”

Thomasina once again waits outside David and Jack’s door, this time joined by Abby. The door opens and David comes out. Thomasina, “Good morning, sir.” Abby, “I’ve outlined an entirely new foreign policy towards Gath, you need to look over it.” David, “Did you get any sleep last night?” Abby, “I’ve only been outlining a policy towards Gath in my head since I was twelve.” Thomasina, “Premiere Shaw is ready to speak with you.” David, “Already?” Thomasina, “He hates waiting. General Mendoza and Minister Reinhardt are already speaking to him.” David, “I kind of have a few people I’d like to talk to this morning.” Abby, “Talk to them. With my new policy outline, I can bullshit Gerald for hours!” David, “You do that, then. I already have someone waiting for me.”

Out on a balcony, Jessie sips a cup of coffee and looks out over the city skyline. The weather is grey and overcast. A door opens, and David steps out. Jessie looks over and sees him, “Hi, baby!” David, “Hey, Mom.” He goes over and hugs her. Jessie, “I just got this cup of wonderful coffee.” David, “Yeah, they have good stuff here. I can get those whenever I like.” Jessie laughs, “It’s good to be king!” She looks out over the city, “This view is incredible!” David, “Not many people get to see it.” Jessie, “Thank you so much for inviting me up here!” David, “Hey, Mom, I um, I wanted to ask you something.” Jessie, “What is it?” David, “Do you think you’d like to live here?” Jessie, “Oh, don’t kid with me like that. Me? In a palace?” David, “No more ridiculous than the idea of me in a palace. There’s an empty apartment where Emma Abner used to live, I want you to have it.” Jessie, “I really am fine where I am.” David, “Yeah, well, my security team isn’t. And besides, the king’s mom can’t live in a tiny crappy apartment by herself. You can visit me every day. Have lunch with Jack. I know he’d enjoy that.” Jessie, “That does sound nice. But what would I even do here? You know how much I hate having nothing to do.” David, “The palace needs a hostess. Used to be Rose’s job, but she’s gonna be minister of communications now. You can be in charge of all the fancy dinners and greeting foreign leaders.” Jessie, “Oh, you know I’d be terrible at all that stuff. I’m the least fancy person in the world!” David, “Yeah, but, you’re my mom. Trust me, that earns you a few fancy points.” He smiles. Jessie has to laugh, “Am I going to have to wear a tiara?” David, “Only at state dinners and formal galas.” Jessie, “Are you serious?!” David, “Oh, yeah. Michelle explained it to me a long time ago, there’s a whole protocol for wearing tiaras.” Jessie laughs some more, “You know the last time I wore a dress was the day I married your father.” David, “We’ll have to get you a stylist. Trust me, between Monique and Jack, you will always look good.” Jessie laughs some more, “Oh, David.” She gazes adoringly at her son. David grows more serious, “Besides, I feel awful about everything I put you through. This doesn’t come close to repaying it, but it’s a place to start.” Jessie, “You don’t have to repay anything.” David, completely serious, “I want you to live here, Mom.” Jessie leans against David’s arm, “Okay.” David, smiling, “You will?” Jessie, “Yes, I will.” David, “Oh, thank god!” Jessie, “Can I have lunch with you today?” David, growing serious again, “Uh, I’m busy today. Jack has therapy in the morning and in the afternoon, but I think you can grab some lunch with him. I’ll have Thomasina set it up. Jack will actually be really glad to hear you’re moving in.” Jessie, “What’s got you so busy today?” David, “I, uh- I’m negotiating a cease-fire with Gerald Shaw.” Jessie, “Oh, baby.” David, “It’s okay, Mom. I talked to him yesterday, and I sat across from him at Council. I can handle it.”

Joel sits in David’s office. The door opens, and David enters. He sits down across from Joel without saying anything. Joel, “So am I off the team, or what?” David, “You betrayed my trust. It’s really hard for me to get around that.” Joel, “You want an official resignation, or are you dismissing me?” David, “No. What would I even be dismissing you from? Nothings’ really official yet.” Joel, “So why am I here?” David thinks for a long moment, and says, “Gilboa needs a declaration of rights. It’s one of the most basic things I’ve promised. I don’t know how to write one. I don’t know anyone else who knows how to write one.” Joel, “The University of Shiloh has plenty of legal experts.” David, “Yeah but… none who have fought next to me.” They exchange looks. David, “The Minister of Justice is going to be the most important position in my government. You’re going to be in charge of the police, and the courts, and the prison system. You’re gonna be the one who tells me what I can’t do.” Joel, “David, the only time you need someone telling you no is when you’re standing in front of a tank. You’re a fundamentally good person, and even if someone tried to corrupt you, the’d end up disappointed.” David, softly, “You could have at least waited.” Joel, “I really wish I could have.” David, “I want to see a draft of your declaration of rights, and your ideas on the first legal reforms that need be made.” Joel, “I can do that.” David, “If you ever disobey my orders again, it will be bad for you.” Joel, “I won’t disappoint you. I swear.” David, “I’m gonna try to believe you.”

Shay waits for David outside of a conference room. David approaches, “Sorry I’m so late, I had a few things I had to take care of.” Shay, “Abby’s in there having the time of her life. I honestly think even Shaw’s getting tired of her. If you want a break, she can go for hours.”

Another exhausting afternoon of arguing with Shaw. Outside, the sun is beginning to set. Abby argues passionately, “It’s absurd to demand more territory, you already have the borderlands Silas gave you and the Port of Prosperity, if we gave you any more land, we’d be handing over Shiloh!” Shaw, “If you want peace, you have to pay the price!” David, “The peace itself is the price! Gath and Gilboa won’t lose any more lives over, god, I can’t even remember what the hell this war started with.” Shaw, “Silas demanded I give him your head, and then you ran away before I could give it to him.” David, “Then why the hell are we fighting? This is just war for war’s sake, it’s absurd! How much more suffering are we going to inflict on our people?” Shaw, “It’s funny how quickly war becomes absurd when you’re the one losing.” David, “Fuck this! You don’t want want peace, you don’t want to settle, you just want to argue and make everyone miserable! I’m ending this, and I’m not speaking to you again until you’re ready to make an actual deal! In the meantime, as I don’t want Auclaire’s skull in my office, and as you clearly don’t care about getting it back, I’m going to order it destroyed and disposed of!” Shaw, “Wait! I didn’t say that I didn’t care about it, I just said I was willing to wait for it.” David, “Well I’m not going to let you wait. You either make some sort of deal right now, or I’m having it destroyed.” Shaw takes in a deep, angry breath, “I’ll agree to a cease-fire. It’s not peace, just a cease-fire.” David, “Good. I will return Auclaire’s skull to you when you come here for my confirmation council, after you’ve confirmed me without causing any drama.” Shaw, “You said you wanted peace.” David, “This is part of it. I’m still the one who owns the skull.” Shaw, “Fine. I’ll confirm you.” David, “Good. I will see you then, and I don’t want to see your fucking face until then.” He turns the video feed off and mutters, “Fuck.” Abby, “You just got Shaw to agree to a cease-fire, that’s a fucking diplomatic miracle.” Shay, “We really needed this cease-fire, too. Now I can actually try to integrate the AFG without just throwing everyone into combat together.” Reinhardt, “I have to admit, I’m impressed.” David, “Yeah, we’ll see how long this cease-fire lasts. Go home, get some rest.” Shay, “Can’t, we’ve got a cease-fire to implement.” David, “What do I need to do?” Abby, “You gave the order, we’ll do the work.” Reinhardt, “Go have dinner.”

David enters the residence. Jessie is making dinner while Jack watches TV. Jack, “Hey, babe!” Jessie, “I hope you’re hungry for meatloaf!” Jack, “Hey, babe!” David, “Thank you, Mom. Are you gonna be eating with us?” Jessie, “No, of course not! I want the two of you to have some time together. You need it.” David, “Are you sure?” Jessie, “Are you kidding? I get to order from the restaurant for free! I’m having lobster tonight!” She goes over to David and kisses his cheek, “This is for you and Jack. I want you two to have a nice home-cooked meal. You’ve got a very hard job ahead of you, and you need to be relaxed and well-nourished” David, “Thanks, Mom.” Jack goes over to the dining table. Jessie, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” David, “Okay, see you then.” Jessie leaves. David goes over to the table and sits down across from Jack. He looks out at the meal spears out before them, “I guess there’s a few things I still get to enjoy, huh?” They both laugh. David begins serving himself. David, “How have you been?” Jack, also serving himself, “Good.” David, “Great. I promise you, some time soon, I'll be the one making us dinner. I’ve just got so much stuff going on, it's hard to know what’s gonna happen from one day to another.” Jack, “Busy.” David, “Yeah, I know, but when I’m not busy.” Jack, “Always.” David sighs and thinks for a moment. Suddenly he says, “You know what? Fuck it. Eat your dinner, and when you’re done, I’m taking you out. I want to do something fun.”

David and Jack sit in the back seat of the fancy vintage convertible, snuggled up and watching meteors streak across a brilliantly clear country sky. David, “The meteors are what was left behind by the Swift-Tuttle comet. They’re called the Perseids because they go in the same direction as the constellation Perseus.” Jack, “Nerd.” David, “What? This shit’s fascinating!” he points up to the sky, “See, there’s Perseus. He had to deal with a lot of king bullshit, too.” Jack, “King bullshit?” David, “The only way that I know how to describe what both Perseus and I have been through is king bullshit, okay? His grandfather, a king, had this oracle about being killed by his grandson, so when Zeus got his daughter pregnant, he tossed them both in a crate into the sea, and then they got rescued by a fisherman whose brother happened to be another king. The brother king was an asshole who made Perseus go out and bring him back the head of Medusa. So Perseus goes out and kills Medusa, and on the way back home he rescues Andromeda from this terrible sea monster and then marries her, and then he gets back home and accidentally kills his grandfather and becomes the king of Mycenae.” Jack looks at him, confused, “What?” David, “Fuckin’ Greeks, man.” Jack, “Nerd.” David, “Shut up!” Jack lays his head on David’s shoulder, and they watch the meteors in silence for a moment. David strokes his arm and kisses his forehead, “Having you around makes this king bullshit a lot easier.” Jack smiles brightly, and David kisses him. Jack looks up into the bright meteors up above him.

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canaryatlaw · 5 years

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okay, well today was fine, boring but fine. I couldn’t sleep again last night and idk what to do about that or where that’s coming from really. I ended up taking two benadryl at like 4 am mostly because I didn’t have to get up this morning for anything so I thought it’d be okay if I ended up sleeping for like 12 hours. I ended up waking up at like 1:30 pm and semi-forced myself to get out of bed and actually be a productive human. I had like half of a half gallon of milk left that was gonna expire while I’m in NY later this week and I needed an excuse to use that so I decided to make some vanilla bean rice pudding since that recipe uses 5 cups of milk, which was just about what I had. So I made that and tried to clean some of the dishes in the sink, though I didn’t make all that much progress. Idk if I’m gonna manage to clean them before I end up leaving for NY, I thought I would have some time between work assignments but I got sent a new case today that has a deadline right before SDCC and I’ll be out of commission for at least 4 days this weekend so I really need to get that work done. My boss noted in his email it was a “particularly strong case” due to a bunch of errors in the opinion. So I read the memo on the errors and got about 150 pages into the nearly 1700 page record, which took about 5 hours of reading and highlighting, so this is gonna take up a lot of time. they’re never happy cases, but I do particularly feel bad for this poor woman who so plainly cannot work and it’s ridiculous she’s still having to fight for this. my boss said it was one of the rare circumstances where the opinion was THAT bad where we can ask the court to vacate and make an award of benefits, versus their normal practice of just vacating and remanding for further proceedings (because they’re not the party that should be making those decisions, just analyzing the errors in them) so hopefully it will go well and we can get this woman some relief. I mean honestly looking at any of the cases I’ve worked on so far I can’t imagine a judge ruling against us, but I know it does happen and WILL happen in cases I work on, which sucks, but that’s the game. So I ended up working on that for most of the rest of the day. I did pause to call the vet due to kitty’s odd behavior lately (she hasn’t been eating her wet food and is just doing weird things like making strange noises I’ve never heard her make before even when she is very talkative, and suddenly spending half the day in the bathroom for no apparent reason) and ended up making an appointment to bring her in tomorrow afternoon just to be safe and she hadn’t been in a while anyway. I also paused to make some pasta for dinner because I wanted pasta lol. And I ended up making an appointment for a haircut tomorrow morning, I was going to wait till after we get back from NY but they had an opening at 10 am tomorrow so why the fuck not? Once I finished the work for the day I watched episode 3x03 of Jessica Jones. Definitely seeing the callbacks to the first season at this point so I appreciate that. Good to see some actual interaction between characters. And yeah, after that I started getting ready for bed and wound up spending like 20 minutes tearing through things in my closet trying to unbury the cat carrier bag that I shoved in there in like....January, which is what happens when you just shove a bunch of shit into your closet with no regard for how you might need to find it again, but oh well. And yeah, now I’m here. It’s 1:01 am now and I’m getting up at 9 so I should be going to bed now and that is what I will do. Goodnight friends. Hope your Monday didn’t suck.

#daily journal #July 2019

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bob-giovanni · 5 years

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I’ll Cover You - Part 17

Characters: Simon X OFC

Summary: Emily gets news about her attempt to get her job back. Simon offers Emily another option.

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Angst, Smut

Notes: While there is condom free sex in this chapter I feel like I need to say that you should always be safe and wrap it up.

Emily had been spending almost everyday at Simon’s house. Simon definitely wasn’t complaining. It was nice having someone to come home to. He was a little worried about her. She was having trouble trying to get her job at the clinic back. She’d spent hours on the phone with a woman name Monica who was handling her case but it was going nowhere fast and it was really wearing down Emily’s spirit. Hopefully things would get better. Simon texted Emily when he was on his way home from the club. He decided to stop on his way and get Chinese food for dinner. When he got home, Emily was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. “Shit.” Simon thought to himself. He set the food down on the coffee table and sat down next Emily, rubbing her back soothingly. “What’s going on, babe?” He asked softly. Emily let out a deep sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s over.”

Simon furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” Emily shook his head. “I just got off the phone with Monica. There’s nothing she can do. It’s my word against Dr. Bennett’s and there’s no security camera footage. The cameras conveniently weren’t working for a few hours the day I got fired so there’s no proof that I didn’t do anything wrong. Monica said even if she could get me my job back I’d have a target on my back. Dr. Bennett would look for any little fuck up to fire me again.” “Didn’t she interview your coworkers?” Emily nodded. “And they all vouched for me. Amanda even said that she knew that Dr. Bennett was reaching out to other clinics and telling them not to hire me. Which Monica did say she can get her to stop doing because it’s illegal. So at least I have a shot of getting a job at another clinic. But the closest clinic to here that’s hiring is almost an hour away.”

Simon sighed softly. “Listen. I know that this is a really shitty situation but why don’t we do this…let’s put this aside for right now. It’s Friday. Let’s take the weekend and just hang out just the two of us. Then starting on Monday apply for jobs. But take this time to relax and unwind, ok?” Emily smiled softly and nodded. “Ok.” Simon reached into the bag of food and pulled out a container, handing it to Emily. “Here. I got you your favorite.” Emily took the container and a pair of chopsticks before leaning over to kiss Simon’s cheek. “Thank you, baby.” She opened the container and leaned back against the couch as she ate. “So tell me about your day. Help me keep my mind off of things.” Simon nodded as he swallowed his first bite of food. “Alright.” He told Emily about his day as they ate. After they finished eating Simon got rid of their trash and sat back down with Emily so they could watch TV. After a few hours Emily yawned and stretched a bit. “Mm, are you sleepy?” Simon checked the time and nodded. “Yeah, actually I am.” They headed up to bed. Simon stripped down to his underwear. Emily stripped naked before pulling on a sleep shirt and climbing into bed. She cuddled up to Simon who wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” She asked softly. “I have to go in for a couple of hours in the morning but then I’m all yours the rest of the day?” Emily grinned. “Mm, good.” She kissed Simon’s cheek. “Love you.” “Love you too. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Around 8AM the next morning Simon awoke and slowly got out of bed, making sure not to wake Emily. He quietly got dressed before heading out to work. Luckily he finished up quicker than expected so he stopped on his way home to get himself and Emily breakfast. While he was driving home he thought about something one of his front of house managers said this morning. One of the waitresses who was out on maternity had said she decided not to come back. On top of that a couple of other waiters left for other jobs. They’d been making do with the waitresses that were left but the club was getting busier and busier and the wait staff was getting burnt out. Simon had to do something so he decided to have a job fair within the next couple of weeks. He was going to call all the managers together to organize it when he went back in on Monday. When he got home Emily was just waking up. Her hair was a mess and it made Simon laugh a little. He held up a bag from Chik-fil-a and Emily smiled sleepily. “Chicken biscuits?” Simon nodded and kicked his shoes off before climbing into bed so they could eat.

When Simon finished eating he turned to Emily. “So I had an idea I wanted to run by you.” Emily looked over at him “What’s up?” “Well we’ve been a little short staffed lately with a few of the wait staff leaving. I was planning on organizing a job fair with the managers. But is that something you’d be interested in doing?” Emily quirked an eyebrow. “What? Being a waitress?” Simon nodded. “I don’t know. I’ve never considered it before.” “It’d be a lot of hard and I can’t give you special treatment obviously. You’d be paid the same as everyone else and you’d have to work some crappy shifts. But I was thinking since you mentioned that you wanna go back to school so you can become a vet, maybe working an unconventional schedule would be better. Plus you’re attractive so I’m sure you’d clean up in tips.” Simon said with a smirk. Emily laughed softly. “Can I think about it?” “Yes, definitely. By no means am I telling you that you have to take it. I was just floating it out there as an option.” Emily smiled. “Well thank you for looking out for me.”

The weekend flew by pretty quickly which made Emily sad. She was having a really good time with Simon. They went to the park, saw a movie, had dinner at new Italian restaurant in town, and had romantic bubble bath. It was really a perfect weekend. Sunday night rolled around and they were laying naked in bed just staring up at the ceiling while they caught their breath. Emily placed her hand on Simon’s chest and pushed herself up a bit. “I wanna do it.” She said. Simon looked over at her. “Do what?” “Work at the club. I thought about it and you’re right. I wanna go back to school and finish getting my degree so I can become a vet. I was never gonna be able to do that working at the clinic. This could be really good for me.” Simon smiled and leaned over to kiss Emily softly. “That’s great. You’re not doing this to make me happy, right?” Emily shook her head. “No. I’m doing this for me.” “Wonderful. I have to leave here tomorrow around 9AM. Why don’t you come by the club around noon and I’ll help you fill out all the paperwork.” “Ok.” Emily kissed Simon before placing her head on his chest and quickly falling asleep.

The next morning Simon headed to the club. He grabbed Chris who was one of the managers and pulled him aside. “Hey so I just wanted to let you know that Emily is gonna take one of the waitressing positions. She’s coming in later to fill out the paperwork.” Chris nodded. “Ok. I thought she was working at an animal hospital?” Simon nodded. “She was. But she wants to go back to school and get her degree so she can become a vet herself. She couldn’t do that working the hours she worked there. It’ll be easier for her to go back to school while working here since it’s a little more flexible.” Chris nodded and smiled. “Alright, great. What’s her training schedule gonna be?” Simon shrugged. “You’re gonna be her manager so whatever you think is best.” Chris looked a bit confused. “Oh. I’m sorry. I just assumed that you would be, like, involved.” Simon shook his head. “She doesn’t want any special treatment and I don’t want to look like I’m giving her special treatment. So scheduling and all of that will be up to you just like it would be with anyone else.” Chris nodded. “Alright, sounds good.”

Simon headed back to his office to work on some things while he waited for Emily. A little before noon Emily entered the club. She smiled at the hostess before heading back to Simon’s office. She knocked on the door before gently pushing the door open. “Hey, handsome.” Simon smiled when he saw her standing there. He stood and walked around to Emily and leaned down to kiss her. “Hey, beautiful.” Simon went to a filing cabinet and pulled out some papers before motioning for Emily to sit at his desk. “Here. This is all the standard paperwork. Chris is gonna be your manager. He’s gonna set up your training schedule. He’ll probably have you start next Sunday since Sundays are our slowest day. It’ll be easier to train you. But it’s not rocket science. I’m sure you’ll pick up on everything pretty quickly.” Emily say down and started to fill out the paperwork in front of her. Simon opened his office door and called out for Chris. “Can you grab Emily some shirts and a couple of aprons?” “Sure thing, boss man.”

Just as Chris walked away, a young woman, probably around Emily’s age walked up to Simon. “Si, we need to talk. I can’t keep working these morning shifts. Do you know how many people sit at the bar before 2PM? Not many. I’m making like no tips. It isn’t fair!” Simon sighed softly. “Tony is your manager, Sheila, you need to talk to him.” “I did.” “What did he say?” “He said that I’m on probation still.” Simon nodded. “Well then there’s your answer.” “It’s not fair, Simon! It feels like I’m being punished.” Simon was clearly annoyed. He raised his voice a bit and spoke more forcefully. “Probation is a punishment, Sheila. You stole from the till. You’re lucky I didn’t fire your ass. Now quit complaining and get back to work or leave. Those are your options.” “This is bullshit.” The woman mumbled before walking off. Seeing Simon put his foot down was kind of a turn on for Emily. She’d never seen get worked up like that before. She bit her lip as she crossed her legs and continued filling out her paperwork.

Just as Simon was about to shut the door, Chris came back and handed him a few shirts and a couple of aprons for Emily. “Thanks, Chris.” He nodded and waved at Emily. “Hey, Emily.” She smiled and waved back. “Hey, Chris.” “Listen I’ll have your training schedule ready later this week. I’ll call you to let you know when your first day. is that ok?” Emily nodded. “That sounds great, thank you.” Chris turned and headed back out to the front. Simon shut the office door and Emily finished up her paperwork. Simon placed the stack of clothing on his desk and sighed. “I’m sorry you had to see that exchange with Sheila.” Emily shook her head and stood as she walked around the front of the desk. “Don’t be. Seeing you get all authoritative and shit was kinda sexy.” Simon smirked. “Authoritative and shit? Is that the technical term?” Emily laughed softly. “Yeah it is, asshole.” Simon laughed as he leaned down to kiss Emily. She kissed him deeply as she ran her hands down his chest and down over his crotch. Simon pulled back a bit. “What are you doing?” He said, sounding concerned. Emily walked over and locked Simon’s office door. “What? You’ve never had sex in here before?” She asked as she started to slowly unbutton Simon’s shirt.

Simon swallowed and licked his lips. “No I haven’t. And as much as I want to I don’t have any condoms in here.” Emily started to kiss along Simon’s chest. “I guess you better make sure you don’t cum inside me then.” Simon groaned and pushed Emily back against the wall and kissed her passionately as he ran his hands down her back and grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Emily whimpered against Simon’s lips. As they deepened the kiss, Emily kicked off her shoes and quickly pushed her jeans down before starting to work on Simon’s pants. As soon as Simon’s pants and underwear were down, Emily started to stroke Simon’s member. He moaned softly as he pushed Emily’s panties down. “We have to be quiet.” He said softly. Emily nodded. “I know.” Simon leaned down and put his hands behind Emily’s knees before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pressed his member to entrance for a moment before slowly pushing into her. Emily’s eyes rolled back. Feeling Simon inside her without a condom on was such an incredible feeling. She bit her lip as she adjusted herself a bit and wrapped her arms around Simon’s neck.

After a moment Simon started to thrust slowly. This was the first time they were having sex without a condom and Simon had thought that sex with Emily couldn’t get any better until now. After taking things slow for a few moments Simon sped up his thrusts. This was a new position for Emily and it felt amazing. She was biting her lip hard to keep her moans to a minimum but it was hard. Both because it felt so good and because she usually very vocal in bed. Simon wasn’t helping things either. He pressed his lips to Emily’s ear. “Does that feel good, baby? You like having me cock deep inside your tight pussy?” He practically growled in her ear. Emily whimpered and nodded. “Fuck yeah. I love it, baby. I love it so much.” Simon started to thrust faster and harder. He could feel himself starting to get close. Emily had her face buried in Simon’s neck in an effort to quiet herself. Simon held Emily’s hips as he thrust even harder. “Fuck, I’m close…I’m gonna cum, baby.” He moaned before pulling out of Emily. She unhooked her legs and quickly dropped to her knees, taking the head of Simon’s cock in her mouth and stroking his member a few times before he came, thrusting his hips into her mouth a bit as he did. Simon panted as he looked down at Emily. She swallowed Simon’s load before making a show of licking her lips. Simon groaned softly.

She stood and leaned up to kiss Simon. “Your turn.” She said before sitting in his chair and spreading her legs, draping them over the arms of the chair. Simon immediately dropped to his knees and began flicking his tongue over Emily’s clit. She threaded her fingers through Simon’s hair and placed her free hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet. In no time Emily’s thighs were trembling. She’d been close already and Simon was so good at this, he knew exactly what she liked and how to get her over the edge quickly. Simon began to suck Emily’s clit and that was the last push she needed. She bit the palm of her hand as she arched her back and came. Simon looked up at her and smirked. “Damn, that was hot.” Emily panted softly and grinned. She sat up and leaned down to kiss Simon deeply. Simon stood and pulled his pants back on while Emily did the same. Once they were redressed Emily walked over to Simon and kissed him softly. “See you at home, boss.” She said with a grin. Simon smirked and shook his head. “You’re having too much fun with this already.” “I always have fun.” She winked before leaving the office. Simon sat at his desk and smirked. He was gonna think of Emily every time he sat in this chair and he was perfectly ok with that.

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i-am-a-mes · 6 years

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Pets and Fuzzy socks 2

Plot: You are a vet tech who one day gets a dog in at the clinic, who’s owner happen to be Tom Hiddleston.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smut, abuse mental and physical

Author’s note: So this is my first attemt at a fanfic. Be gentle! Gonna be a slow burn (if i got the patience for it)

Cursive: Reader’s thoughts

Disclaimer: Not my gifs or pictures

Thank you my darling @jj-trickster for being my beta! You are my hero!

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Chapter two:

The next two weeks went by as normal. I went to work, then came home to my small apartment.

I loved my place. It was small studio, but super cozy, filled with plants, colorful interior and movie posters, old and new on the walls. But my favorite place was my reading nook. I had turned my closet into this adorable sanctuary. I loved spending time with myself and reading my books.

Well it wasn’t just my place, actually I shared it with... my cat Edith. She was a crumpy British shorthair who owned the place, and sometimes we snuggled. Loved that silly cat.

One day I was reading Harry Potter for the 100th time and drinking some tea from my favorite Star Wars mug, all snuggled up in my nook, when my phone binged. It was a text from Daniel, it read:

“So, I’m not coming over tonight. The guys and I are gonna go out.”

I sighed, cancelling our dinner plans again... I had gotten used to it, I replied:

“That’s okay, I’m just gonna stay in my nook and read my HP”

“HP? Like the sauce? Haha … Anyway... have a good night”

The two years with Daniel had been great, well good. He was a handsome man, with a steady, respectable job. He was sweet and knew what he wanted. We had met at a bar, where he came on to me …strong. I never really got that response from men. Often, they ignored me, or I just didn’t know how to flirt. So, when Daniel, this handsome man, came on to me and didn’t take no for an answer, I felt special, and after a couple of weeks of dating, we became exclusive.

He had often asked if I wanted to move in with him in his apartment, but I was just not ready for that. I loved my space and alone time. He accepted that, but still needed to know what I was doing every day and who I was with. I thought sometimes it was a bit much, but he assured me that it was only because he loved me so much and was protective of his girl. It might sound stupid but made me feel like a princess.

He didn’t quite get my nerdy side either, in fact he often teased me with it. I didn’t mind, then I had something that was my own.

So here I was curled up in my nook, with my book and tea, putting on my unicorn headphones with Debussy blaring through, and Edith lying on my legs. That was a good night!

*Bling*

My phone made the sound indication a text. I thought it was just a drunk text from Daniel, wondering what I was up to. Contemplating not looking, I remembered that if I didn’t answer he would just call, and that I didn’t want to deal with. Sighing, I picked up my phone, and to my surprise, it wasn’t Daniel’s name on the screen. It read “Tom” ... I had to do a double take and made my eyes as big as saucers. The text read,

“Hello Y/N, wondering what Elle’s favorite vet tech is up to on this Saturday night? /Tom”

The biggest smile ever sneaked up on my face. I quickly replied

“Well hello Tom, nice to hear from you, how is my favorite patient doing? I’m just sitting in my nook reading and listening to some music. How about you?”

“She is doing absolutely amazing, back to being normal, happy Elle. A nook you say? What does that look like?”

I snapped a photo of my nook and pressed send.

“That is the coziest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

Safe to say I didn’t get to read another line in my book. Tom and I texted all night, discussing music, literature and our pets. I was smiling like an idiot after reading a funny joke Tom made, when it banged on the door loudly. I let out a small squeak of surprise, before getting up and looking out the peephole in my door. There stood Daniel, in all his drunken glory. I sighed and opened the door.

“Hi baby, give me a kiss”

He stumbled through the door and attacked my lips. After a wet sloppy kiss, I got a small break just enough to close the door and lock it.

“Hi honey, wanna come in?” I said thick with sarcasm. I turned around and saw all his clothes on the floor and Daniel came closer in only his underwear. I couldn’t help but smile at the silly drunk, horny man in front of me. Suddenly, he slammed me against the door, giving me a second act of the sloppy kisses, before lifting me up, so I could snake my legs around his waist. He held me up against the door, while trying to get to my breasts. He mumbled something about too much clothes. He put me down and took my hand and pulled me towards the bed.

He pushed me down on the bed and pulled my small t-shirt off and my comfy shorts including my panties. The third act of more sloppy kisses commenced and with no foreplay or nothing, I felt his cock penetrate me and he fucked me for about 3 minutes before he got his release. He laid on top of me, sweaty and already falling asleep.

Well this is romantic.

After some squirming I got out from under Daniel’s heavy body and put him under the covers.

I returned to my nook to clean up, when I saw my phone...

“Tom!”

I said in a small squeaky voice. I looked at my phone to see 3 messages from Tom.

“Well I really enjoy Shakespeare, what other books are you reading at this moment?”

Few minutes later

“Y/N, did I say something wrong? Want to talk about movies instead?”

10 minutes after that

“I think you might have fallen asleep. It is rather late. But thank for the wonderful conversation. Sleep tight in your little nook”

That was received 5 minutes ago.

Oh well, he probably went to bed, should turn in myself.

With a hint of a smile on my lips, I crawled under the covers next to Daniel who by now was snoring and claiming 70% of the bed. I sighed and rolled onto my side, thinking about Tom.

This was not good, but it sure felt good, and different from anything else.

Sleep took over my thoughts.

The next week was quite eventless except the daily texting with Tom. It made me smile big time and to be honest gave me some butterflies in my belly.

What was this man doing to me?? I had a boyfriend, even though I clearly had more in common with Tom, than with Daniel. Why was I thinking about this? I love Daniel, don’t I? I have spent two years with this man. Tom, I didn’t know him...and he can’t be interested in me like that?! Stop thinking like this Y/N!

Leila my boss called my name and pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yeah??”

“Why don’t you head home, I will close up for today.”

“Are you sure? I can stay?”

“You worked hard this week, go home to Edith”

She said with a wink. I gave her a smile and thanked her.

I texted Daniel that I got early off work, if he was up to something? He replied that he had time for a quick dinner at our favorite pizza place.

Sitting in front of Daniel at Lorenzo’s enjoying the pizza, my eyes wondered over the man in front of me devouring a pizza slice.

“Do you wanna do something fun this weekend? I don’t have a shift at the clinic, so I’m up for anything?” I asked with cheer in my voice.

With some cheese dripping from the corner of his mouth, he looked at me

“Yeah… sure... oh shit, I can’t. Gotta go away on a business trip from tomorrow morning to Monday. So sorry babydoll.”

“Oh okay... that sucks... is this new? Haven’t heard about it?”

“Nahh. I just forgot to mention it”

I nodded slowly making a small frown and continued eating my pizza slice.

“By the way sugar, easy on the pizza “

He said it with a wink. I just smiled annoyed at him and he laughed. He had begun making jokes about my weight lately, because, yeah, I had gotten some extra kilos around my body. The obligatory boyfriend-weight. I wasn’t skinny when we started dating, but the extra was noticeable. Daniel still touched me and said I was pretty. But the comments here and there didn’t help with my already shaky self-esteem. But I’d learned to shrug it off and rolled my eyes at it.

Daniel left Saturday morning for his trip. Now it was just me and Edith.

“What do you say Edith, Chinese and Marvel tonight?”

The grey fat cat looked up at me

“Meooow”

“Greats it’s a date” I said patting her lightly on her head.

Crawling under my covers in my bed with Chinese take away boxes everywhere (eating my feelings away was where I excelled).

The opening credits started rolling over the screen Thor: Ragnarok and I was snuggling in with a mouthful egg fried noodles.

When I saw him, I nearly choked on my noodles!

Noooo! It can’t be?? It’s Tom! Elle’s Tom. Holy fuck! I’ve been texting with Tom Hiddleston!

I sat there mouth agape and not knowing what to do with myself.

About 10 minutes later, a *Bing* chimed in on my phone, picking it up and seeing “Tom” on the screen. I dropped the shrimp from my chopsticks, and opened the text

“Hi Y/N, what are you and lovely Edith doing this fine Saturday evening?”

What should I write? I don’t know how to talk to a celebrity??

“Well hello sir, just having a feast of Chinese food and a movie ... “

“That sounds like an amazing night, what movie if I may ask?”

“Thor: Ragnarok”

“Really? Like Marvel huh?

Oh god this is not happening!

“Yeah. Must admit I’m a bit embarrassed”

“And why would you be that?”

“You see, I didn’t recognize you at the clinic”

“Ah I see… hopefully you are not scared away?”

“NO, of course not! I’m just a bit star struck I must admit”

“Well, that’s okay with me. In fact, I find it quite sweet. So, what your favorite marvel movie”

“Got to admit that I prefer the Thor stories over the other”

“Really? I got to ask, are you a Thor or a Loki girl?”

My palms began to feel sweaty and I turned red as a tomato. Here goes nothing

“Got to admit, I’m a sucker for a misunderstood bad boy”

The three dots appeared… then disappeared... Oh shit, cramming some noodles in my mouth, while my heart began racing.

*Bing*…

“Good to know. So, you would join his army then?”

“In a heartbeat, kneel and everything”

Did I just write that? And send it?! Fuck! Well it’s too late now ... and yeah, it’s just fun. Nothing serious. Right?

My heart began beating harder and the butterflies were so bad I almost began feeling nausea.

“Careful pet, playing with fire, are we?”

That text went straight to my core. Reading it repeatedly, I could practically hear Loki’s voice whispering the words. SHIT that was hot. I sat up straight, not knowing what to do with myself. My fingers hovered over the keyboard on my phone. The three dots appeared … I bit down on my lips waiting for the next text.

“Sorry, too much? Didn’t mean to scare you?”

“Oh no don’t apologize. It’s all in good fun. So, what is the big movie star up to this Saturday night? Big party? Red carpet?”

Tried to wheel it back in.

I did have a boyfriend ... boyfriend ... Daniel. Hmm wondering if he had landed?

I sent him a text asking if he landed okay? – No reply

*Bing* Not from Daniel, but from Tom

“You might think that, but no, I am just enjoying my time off with Elle and reading a bit. I do have an idea… if you are up for it of course?”

“Sounds nice. Sure, what is it?”

I was glad that the flirty undertone had disappeared. Didn’t think I would handle that, and I’m quite sure that he was just playing along.

Tom Hiddleston couldn’t possibly want to flirt with me. No, it’s just fun as friends... Right?

“If you don’t have any plans tomorrow, I wondered if I could take you out for some coffee? Never really got a chance to say thank you for helping with my Elle”

Coffee date with Tom Hiddleston? Whose life is this? Not mine that’s for sure!

“Yeah, sounds great. Just text me the deets tomorrow. Think I’m gonna watch my movie and then turn in, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is love, don’t need to ask permission. Sleep tight”

The butterflies came back in my belly. A coffee date tomorrow with Tom.

Well it’s not a date, just two friends drinking coffee. Oh shit, what was I going to wear?

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mystupidoverwatchimagines · 7 years

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Puppies!

I do what I want. These are short fun little things of S/O asking their hero get a puppo. And cute shit ensues. Junkrat, 76, Reinhardt, Roadhog, Reaper (I don't need to stop, I don't have a problem). In any case enjoy!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN HOWEVER

My inbox doesn't accept requests as this is a side blog so asks aren't really open (THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME FIGURE IT OUT) however! My personal messages are always ALWAYS open. Please send any requests there!

Junkrat--

"Hey Jamie can we get a dog?"

° yes yes Yes YES

° You're a little surprised it was so easy but he is suddenly bouncing around your house in excitement.

° You were kind of kidding but things became much more serious when he wanted to do this IMMEDIATELY.

° You are able to lower his excitement from "LETS JUST GET 20 DOGS" down to "A'right 2 dogs".

° You both got to pick out one from the rescue shelter. You pick out a large pitbull, her face so cute with big brown eyes and soft black fur. She was just a baby, and you could tell when they pulled her out of the kennel to meet you both, she basically bounced up and down in excitement. She reminded you of Jamie a lot, especially when she suddenly jumped up into your arms and you had to catch her to keep her falling to the ground. You sighed as she licked your face but you were smiling happily. Yep. Just like Jamison.

° Jamie was much more picky. He knew what he wanted and none of the dogs really spoke to this until he saw a small dog, definitely chihuahua and something else. Fluffy white fur and big ears. The dog was older but Jamie looked at the dog's eyes and it took stood up on little legs and you could see that the little puppo had lost one of its front legs. Junkrat's eyes grow into dinner plates and he asked to see the dog excitedly. He held the little thing and it licked his face excitedly, a happy little dog as Junkrat smothered it with attention. The shelter volunteer looked at you behind Jamie's shoulder and you nodded and the volunteer and ran to get the paperwork all filled out.

° You both are 100% in love with these dogs. Junkrat informs you that he had always wanted a dog but with the radiation in the Outback, it was dangerous for you to keep pets because they may turn into rabid dingos. The pitbull likes to sleep with her large head rested on his knee while he works on bombs. He likes to call her Shovel Head. The little one loves to play, she just wants to play! You often throw a tiny little tennis ball around the house and watch as the tiny little fluff chases it around the house excitedly. And both sleep in their own special beds at the end of the bed, but they both sneak into the bed every night and sleep in between you guys.

Soldier 76--

"Hey Jack, we should get a dog. A guard dog to protect me when you're on missions."

° Oh yeah, you knew how to say something to get what you wanted. However he has started picking up on your tactics and said no at first.

° You are persistent though and ask him about it every day. Giving all the pros of having a dog in the house. A big dog, a Doberman or a Rottweiler. Something you can run with in the morning and not have to worry about people messing with you. A big ol' pupper. But he continued with his "No,no,no," before you finally came clean and said you wanted a dog because the house does get lonely when he is gone. This seemed to actually make him think about it before thats what he finishes with. "Just let me think about it."

° The next day he left early in the morning, giving you a kiss and stating he would be back soon, smiling as you nod against your pillow, humming at his kiss before you curled back into your pillow and was out like a light.

° Later that day, like early afternoon. Soldier comes home with flowers and cookies and a giant box. Like a cardboard box wrapped up in blue paper. You were for sure suspicious. However your flowers smell wonderful and the cookies smell even better and the box now has your full attention. He pushes you to the couch and set the box gently on the ground, as if something fragile was inside. You secretly worried you had made him feel bad with your confession about being lonely when he was gone but he gently pushed your shoulders which made you laugh and you opened the box. As you looked down, you covered you mouth as a gasp came out. Two tiny puppies were inside, one looked like it was a Doberman while the other looked like it was a Golden Lab. You felt the tears begin to flow and you turned and hugged Jack tightly, trying to pull yourself together for a second before you quickly looked back over at the puppies that began to whine and bark. You picked both of them up and began kissing all over their little faces.

° Next few days were "Jack look at their paws they're gonna be huge!" "Jack, look at their little noses, oh my god!" "Jack I love them so much!"

° 6 months go by and you're still so in love with these animals. 76 would come home from missions late at night, to find all three of you curled up on the couch, sleeping comfortably. It made his heart feel so perfectly content. He calls you and the dogs "His girls".

Reinhardt--

"Hey big man, I want a dog, what do you think?"

° YES DOG

° I WANT DOG TOO, MIENE ROSE.

° Huh, that went well.

° You decide on adopting a big dog. A big dog for the big man. When you go to the shelter, its like you're a mother being dragged around by you're very large child. He was so excited but you were too. You laughed as he pulled you around the shelter, from one kennel to another but suddenly the realization comes to his mind and he wants ALL the dogs he's liked so far. You have to explain that we can't care for 20 dogs, especially when he is on missions and its just you at the house. However...

° "I'm okay with THREE dogs. Just three."

° He had to think about it for a long time before he made his decision. A Bull Mastiff, a Irish Wolf Hound, and the tiniest little Pomeranian you have ever seen. The Pomeranian wasn't a surprise, he had seen the little thing and had stars in his eyes immediately. You waved at the volunteers who had helped you as you held the two large dogs on leashes and Reinhardt cradled the small dog in his large arms, nuzzling the small pup with a wide smile on his face, the pup looking thoroughly content at the love it was getting.

° You both loved the dogs, but they all seemed to flock to Reinhardt, which, you did admit, you were a little jealous of but it was hopelessly adorable to walk into the living room to see Reinhardt asleep in his large arm chair, all the dogs laying down on him and asleep as well. The Mastiff laid across his lap and the Wolf hound slept on top of his feet. And of course, the Pomeranian was curled up on the man's shoulder. You've taken a lot of pictures of this scene.

° However when Reinhardt was gone, the dogs did the same thing to you. Reinhardt has walked in on the same scene and immediately gushed over how cute you all were, except you were smaller so all the dogs fit on the chair with you.

Roadhog--

° You actually didn't have to ask Roadhog and you weren't planning on asking him anything pet related. However, on your way back home in the rain, you had found a stray in the street. Your face scrunched up as the dog came towards you cautiously and you knew in your heart you weren't going to leave the poor thing in the street, and in the rain? No. You wrapped the skinny little pup in your jacket and picked it up gently. It licked your face, seemingly in thanks. You sighed as you thought of a way to explain the animal to Roadhog.

° Roadhog looked at you and the dog as you walked through the door, soaking wet and shivering from the cold. He looked at the dog, his face clear of a mask, his eyebrow raised. "I just couldn't leave him out there Mako. Look at him," you stated as you moved your jacket away from the dog's face, it was grey, one brown eye and one white/blue eye. It looked like a mixed breed, big ears, long muzzle. You gently put the dog down and flopped down on the couch. Both of you watched the dog sniff around and look at everything.

° "I don't think he's feral, he came right up to me," you stated honestly as you both continued to watch the animal. "I'll try to find his home tomorrow," you stated and Roadhog nodded.

° Week 1 - Fleas. You and Roadhog are both scratching helplessly as the dog ran around your house. You had been trying to find the dog's owner when Roadhog picked you and the dog up and dumped all three of you in a flea bath. You sighed in relief as two large hands scratched your back.

° Week 2 - Worms. You both watched the dog rub its butt along the floor. You pinched the bridge of your nose tightly before you rose your phone and made a Vet appointment.

° Week 3 - Acceptance. Both of you watched this crazy dog run around the house. It had so much energy and you and Roadhog had zero energy to deal with him.

° "We could take him to the shelter, maybe they can adopt him out," you stated as the dog came up to your lap and began licking your face. You gave a couple of head scratches and he moved over to Mako's lap and licked the mask happily as well.

° "What if they put him down," Mako said shortly, as well as giving a couple of head pats to the dog before it moved between the two of you, curling up and falling asleep. You both sighed as you had finally realized that this was your dog.

° Week 4 - Love. You came home, yawning as you walked through the door and your dog quickly ran up to you and jumped in your arms. You chuckled gently, catching the dog and holding him to your chest as he licked at your face. The dog scrambles out of your grasp as a ball is thrown from the living room.

Reaper--

"Hey Gabe? Can we... GetadogIreallywantadogplease?."

° "What?" He chuckled, trying to understand what you had said.

° "Can we get a dog please," you stated very clearly.

° No.

°Well shit. He's not like 76 where he can be pestered to get what you want. You had to plan to get something. Which meant... Deliberately doing what you want and just shrug off his anger. You only do it once a month and this was important. I mean... It was a dog. Dogs are so important. You sneak off in the morning and go to the shelter and do whatever you want. You could have bought 10 puppies and whats the worst that could happen? He was gonna leave you? Thats okay. Its dogs.

° You sneak into the house but Gabriel was already awake and sitting on the couch. He looked up with a smile but it quickly turned into an angry face. You held a small black puppy in your arm, a bag filled with puppy supplies in your other arm. You smiled at him, and he crossed his arms as you set down the supplies on the floor and wondered over to him with slow steps. Noy only was it a doggo. It was a puppo. So small and tiny. You held the puppy up to Gabe's face and he lowered his eyes to look at the puppy you held up. It was so small. It looked like it had been a runt and had been abandoned. It was a jet black German Shepard, with honey brown eyes. It licked Gabe's scarred face and Gabe sighed weakly and you gently set the dog on his lap and he looked at you seriously.

° "You're get an ass-whooping later, you know that right?" He stated as his hand went to the dog's head and scratched it.

° "Ooh, you mean I get a puppy and a spanking? What a day," you stated with a teasing tone in your voice and he rolled his eyes.

° Gabe is THE dog mom. He grows very attached to the puppy. And one day you are surprised when he brought another dog home. And then another. Two large, all black dogs. 2 Rottweilers now ran around the house as well. These two were adopted and were supposed to be gifts for you but you knew it was only to feed his growing dog addiction. He takes them on runs and dresses them up for Halloween. He made Talon shirts for them, oh yes, say hello to the new mascots.

° You often find him on the couch buried under these 3 animals. While he loved all of them, the one you brought home is his favorite. She is the baby of the group and so small still. You and this dog are "His Baby Girls"

° Menawhile the Rotties are attached to your hip when you are home. The nap with you on the bed and often snuggle with you in the grass at the park while Gabe plays with the little on with a frisbee.

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8bityeol · 7 years

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Who Are You?

Summary : The first letter you receive from Happiness Delight simply demands you to respond, and knowing full well you shouldn't, you write one back.

Word count : 5.6k

Genre: Fluff / Angst

You stumbled up the stairs with your hands braced against Molls shoulder for dear life. The puddles your heels had had the unfortunate fate of meeting were lit by the orange glow of the street lamps, but still, you stepped into another. Molls nearly slipped on the cobblestone, but your hands were quickly at her waist.

"Shit, how are we gonna get inside!" she said. "Fucking wet stone. Who thought of this?"

Your hand aimed to place a finger at your lips, but the digit ended up somewhere along your cheek. "The neighbours!"

"I'm being quiet," her voice was an oddly loud whisper.

Stood before the door, your hand dug inside your bag until you felt the cold but familiar set of keys. Suddenly feeling the chill biting at your exposed skin, you wedged the door open. You stepped in and Molls fell into you, closing the door on her way.

"Take off your shoes you idiot," You said as she absentmindedly pushed you.

"No, I'm going straight to bed," she said. "See you in the morning. And thanks for letting me stay."

You shook your head and watched as she disappeared up the stairs in a clack of heels. Stupid, you thought to yourself the moment you heard a soft thud, either she'd found your bed or she'd slumped down on the floor somewhere. She was always somewhat of a ditz, but her clumsiness doubled by tenfold with the odd glass of wine or gin.

"Don't throw up on my bed!" You said. "And you're welcome."

"I won't!" She shouted.

You slipped on your slippers and walked to your living room, realistically, you should've joined Molls and crawled down into bed, but you were still buzzing with euphoria. You'd made it, you'd made your mark in the most cutthroat industry, who could sleep after that?

You reached down to the book that lay half open on your coffee table. The Flowers of Mist. A psychological mystery novel set in a seemingly idyllic neighbourhood. Winner of the Debutante Award, rated 4.5 stars by the Daily Mint and called the next Stephen King.

The best part of it all? All 427 pages were written by you.

Today your publishing company had held a dinner in your honour. The feeling of going to a party honouring your novel could only be described as surreal. For years you'd been in the background, swinging back the wine at other people's celebrations, watching in bitterness, but every writer felt like that, it's natural. You'd just smile and congratulate the writer and then go back to mulling over your glass. Long gone where those days.

Falling down into the couch, you slipped the pins out from your hair and let the flocks fall around you. You were settled between the cushion, reading over the dedications when you noticed the small stack of envelopes beside a mug of stale coffee. Then it clicked, the letters! Giselle, your editor, had dropped them off at your apartment the other day, but amidst your bumbling around for the party, they'd slipped from your mind.

The stack was wrapped up in red ribbon and a note hung from the side.'Your fans want to talk to you!' The stack had been slowly accumulating since the public release of your book and for some reason you'd yet to become numb at the thought of people sending you letters, praising your book or some criticising. The people writing could well be the same people that shoved you in the train, or possibly the ones who'd lend you money for parking. It was an odd feeling but you loved it, and so, you tore the first one open.

Dear M,

To be honest, when I first saw your book online I thought it was going to be another Gone Girl, but, I'm pleasantly surprised! Monroe Estate gives me Stepford Wives vibes and I love it, not that I'd want to become a Stepford wife but I loved it! Can't wait till your next book.

From Angie

Smiling, you slipped the letter into its torn envelope and placed it at your side. You wasted no time in opening the next envelope.

Dear M,

CAN I SAY SHIT?! and I don't mean the bad shit, I mean the good type! I don't even know if you'll get this letter or if I'm even gonna write the right address on it, but that was one of the best thriller's I've read. Keep up the good and is there a sequel in the works.

From Jay.

Admittedly, this one had cooked up a small laugh from you. You'd write back to this one tomorrow. You picked up the next letter.

Dear M,

I'm not a fan mail type of guy, I actually cringe at the stuff and prefer to admire my idols from afar, but I've just finished Flowers of the Mist, literally, and I took out a pen and paper. FUCK ME WHEN I SAY YOU GOT ME! I was so sure it was the Guildford sister, they seemed to fit the bill but best believe I nearly screamed when you revealed it was Sandra P. I really should've known, anyone who gardens that much could truly be sane.

As much as I loved it, I have to say you totally forgot something. I know it's not a big deal but I'm anal about stuff like that. Ok so, what happened with Joel? You practically had whole chapter dedicated to him but, he just went away. Oh and, I think you wrote the wrong location for Mainstay bridge, Apple Tree Yard is located on the east of the river not the west.

Still, the book was amazing.

Meaningless question, but, do you listen to The Mace? It's a true crime podcast, please listen to it! It's on Spotify.

Yours sincerely, Happiness Delight.

You held the letter in your hand, mulling over each word. You couldn't help but snort, this Happiness Delight person was a real piece of work. However, as much a it pained you to agree, you did happen to forget about Joel, but Joel was a minor character, some to throw the scent off, so did it really matter?

You placed the letter at your side and reached to the notepad and found a pen somewhere in the crack off your sofa. You used the back of your book and put pen to paper. There was something about Happiness's Delight's letter that demanded you to respond, even though you weren't allowed to respond yet. Giselle had this rule that any author must not respond to fan-mail during the press run. The rule was put in stone after a scandalous fiasco with Young Adult Author, Katrina Howell. However, with the alcohol in your blood the rules were null and void, surely you wouldn't become the next Katrina Howell.

Dear Happiness Delight,

I'm not really supposed to be responding to you yet, but I've just read your letter and I had to respond. Call it a urge or something, but I had to. First of all, I'd like to say thank you for reading and buying Flowers of The Mist, it's my pride and joy and the thought of someone buying it makes me happy. I'm also delighted by the fact that the twist blew you away so much so that you just had to write to me. It took a lot of time coming up with it, and I've spent too many mornings with my cat deliberating if it should happen, so hearing it surprised you made me smile.

Onto the good bit.

First off all, don't kick yourself for being an anal person, it's what the writing world loves. Here's the thing about Joel, he was really just a scapegoat character and I didn't want to develop him into anything. However, if I did have to give Joel some kind of resolution, I feel as though he'd have made up with his Aunts for framing him. After all, they did raise him. In regards to Joe's Diner, I've only ever been there once so forgive me for my mistakes. You certainly have a keen eye.

Sorry, I don't really listen to podcasts, but I might check it out some time soon. I'm a true crime buff myself.

From M, the writer of thrillers.

You folded the paper and placed it on the coffee table, you'd mail it before heading into the vet. You took one final look at the rest of the unopened letters and placed them back onto the table, you'd read them tomorrow, as of now, your eyes were straining to stay open.

You awaken by a scratch to your feet. You cracked one eye open and looked down at the culprit. His beady eyes stared back you with vigour.

"Monsieur...what are you doing?" Your voice was croaked and dry. Monsieur, your cat, was busy as your feet tapping the painted toes with his paws. "You surprised to see me down here? God how did I even fall asleep here."

You threw the blanket off your body,but then realised you hadn't fell asleep with a blanket. The identity of the blanket culprit was solved the moment you had the crash of metal in your kitchen. Molls.

"Don't mess up my kitchen, I just cleaned," you shouted. "What are you making?"

"Eggs and sausage, it's the only thing you've got," she said. "Do you go shopping, like ever?"

"I shop for two, me and Monsieur," You said, scooping him it your hold. He struggled ever so slightly in your grasp, but that was typical of Monsieur, he was a man that didn't like to be handled. You scratched behind his ear, earning you a pleasant purr. Before you could do anymore, he leapt from your lap and dived towards his toy.

Minutes went by and before you knew it, Molls walked into the living carrying two plates. Monsieur, the greedy pig was already at her legs having been drawn by the scent of food. "Shoo Monsieur, I've already fed you." she said, nudging him to the side ever so slightly. "He's getting overweight."

She handed you the plate and sat by your side. "He loves food too much."

You prodded the scrambled eggs with your fork, you preferred a sunny side up. "He's not overweight, but I am taking him to the vet. He just needs to move a bit more."

"A bit?" She said before biting a sausage. "What with the letters?"

"Which letters?" You asked.

She pointed to the stack on the coffee table. "Oh, yeah, those are the fan letters Giselle gave me. I only read through like what? Three, but I'm gonna read the rest."

She picked your notepad up. "You're writing back already? Giselle's gonna kill you...Dear Happiness De-"

You snatched the notepad from her fingers, "It's not for you, fan only. Don't tell Giselle, she's gonna lecture me on Katrina."

"I won't but speaking of the devil, did you see Kat giving you evils at the party?" she said, smirking into her glass of water. "She wishes your book would've sunk."

"Hey, leave the poor woman alone, she made one mistake-"

"She sent a fan nudes." she said. "Was that really a mistake?"

"Writers have needs too," you said before taking a bite off your half-burnt sausage.

Sometime after the second cup of tea, Molls boyfriend better yet, boy toy, arrives to come pick her up. You wave bye to her and promise to meet up for lunch on Wednesday. With her gone, you decide to head up stairs and scrub off the remnants off makeup which hadn't smeared onto the cushions. Refreshed from your shower, you dressed and scooped Monsieur into his cage. You placed the sloppy letter you'd written into your bag.

During your drives you listened to whatever was on the radio, but today you'd decided to connect your phone into the speakers and play episode one of The Mace; The podcast Happiness Delight recommend. Monsieur growled in his cage, obviously not used to the voices of two men speaking about crime, he preferred the top 40. Each episode was twenty minutes and you found yourself going through them quick. In the waiting room with Monsieur you'd reached the fifth episode. Park and Jun were the hosts of the show and their wit had you hooked.

On the drive back, you stopped by the post office and sent the letter with a note telling Happiness Delight to reply to your PO box instead. The last thing you needed was Giselle forcing the Katrina story down your throat.

A week passed before you got the first reply back. You'd almost forgotten about Happiness Delight until your postal company messaged you about a letter. After an interview with Times Morning, you headed down to the postal office and retrived the letter.

Once in the comfort of your living you tore the letter open.

Dear M,

First of all, holy shit! I didn't think you'd reply and thank you for taking the risk, it was worth it. I'm surprised you wanted to write back so quick, I guess I do have some charm, right? The twist was amazing and I think i'm gonna rave about it for the rest of my life...well that is until you release your next novel. (Since I'm your favourite fan, can you drop some hints on the next book?). A cat? Dogs are superior.

Thanks for clearing up the Joel situation and I totally get what you meant. It's weird to think he would've made up with them but human psyche is a weird one (if you listen to The Mace then you'll know what I mean). Haha, the keen eye is the result of eating every burger off the menu, college was hard. Since you're becoming one of my favourite authors, i'm gonna give you a top tip. Next time you go to Apple Tree Yard, ask for a Mango-slaw burger (I'm assuming you're not a vegetarian). It'll be the best thing you ever ate.

Have you listened to The Mace yet? Nonetheless, it's always great to meet another true crime buff.

Yours Sincerely, Happiness Delight.

By the time you'd read it over again, the black fluff that was Monsieur had pounced on your lap and began pawing at the letter. "Monsieur honey, no!"

He meowed backS and leapt at the letter you were now holding up high. "Honey, this is an important letter, you can't rip it apart."

When Monsieur had finally resigned his reign of terror on Happiness Delight's letter, you took your notepad and pen from the coffee table.

Dear Happiness Delight,

Gosh you make me feel like I'm a celebrity, I'm just a measly little writer. Hmm, not to sure on the charm part but I'll let you have it for now. Just make sure not to accidently send your letters to the publishing House! If I could tell you when my next book will come out, I'd be a psychic. Favourite fan? that's a bold statement but I'll go along with it again. Well, my dear favourite fan, I have about fifty different ideas about the next book, but I'm thinking about a faternity gone wrong or Angel of death. How does it sound?

I totally agree, the human psyche is wild and unpredictable, I guess that why I write thrillers. Now that i think about it, it might be why I cheered the villians on in cartoons. I hope I'm not the only one who did that. Burgers aren't good for the health but I will check out the Mango-slaw.

I've actually listened to the podcast, I went through five in one day and i'm on the twelfth episode. I would have gotten further but, my week's been jam packed.

From M, the writer of thrillers.

"We're having lunch here?" Molls under her breath as she followed you into Apple Tree Yard. "I fucking hate you. You literally said we're having lunch at Rain's."

You grinned back at her. "Change of plans, it's a bit nostalgic coming back here."

"Remember when Tom took me here," she said. "I'm shivering just thinking about him."

You both found a cozy little booth my window, it overlooked the almost barren car park and you could see the bridge from here. "He killed me that day, who orders turkey dinosaurs on a romantic date?"

"Him," she said. "Why did you even bring us here? You haven't mentioned this place for a good twenty years and now you decide to?"

You hold one finger up, "Actually, it's my book. However, I was persuaded to come here by a certain fan."

"That Happiness something? And you're still writing back. "

You nodded."Delight. Happiness Delight. He's actually quite interesting and he's got a good taste in podcasts."

"Podcasts! Since when do you listen to podcasts? I've literally been trying to get you to listen to Agony Jen for like a good five years!" she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Snake."

"I listened to one episode and it was a mess. Most the problems could be solved by simply ignoring said person or finding a hobby. I don't know how you can suffocate it."

"Honey, I write borderline erotic romantic novels; I live for that shit." she said, cracking a mischievous grin. "How this podcast of yours like?"

"Good, it's dark, true crime but the hosts are funny. It balances out," you said, opening the menu. Your eyes looked around burgers section, searching for the highly commended Mango-slaw. "Molls, do you see a mango-slaw burger on here."

She narrowed her eyes and took one menu. "I don't think there's ever been a mango-slaw on this menu. And what the hell's a mango-slaw?"

You shrugged. "Some burger Happiness recommend-"

She shuts her menu. "We came here for a fucking burger that might not even be real?! I'm telling Giselle before it gets out of hand."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh come on, you're overreacting."

"We'll see if I'm overreacting when you end up on the news," she said. "Lets just call the waitress before I die of hunger."

"Nothing bad's gonna happen," you lifted your hand and caught the eye of a waitress. The waiter, who was vigorously chewing bubble gum, walked to your booth notepad in hand. Molls ordered her meal, spicy chicken wings and a side of chips and then the waitress turned to you.

"Do you have mango-slaw?"

She furrowed her eyebrow, "Mango-slaw? Miss, we don't serve that here."

Your face instantly became heated, had Happiness Delight tricked you? That scheming ass you thought. Molls looked as though she was on the brink of laughing. "Oh really...ok, um, I'll just have a cheese burger with chips. And one Seven Up."

She nodded and wrote your order down, all the while looking at you with caution. She probably thought you were crazy. "I'll give these to the chef."

"Thank you," your voice was meek.

Twenty minutes later, the waitress came back bearing the burgers and chips. You went through the meal silently cursing Happiness.

When you stopped at the postal office, you decided to make an amend to your letter. You wrote under the last paragraph.

Were you tricking me with the Mango Slaw? I was at Apple Tree Yard and I asked for one but the waitress looked at me crazy. If so, you're a good trickster Mr Happiness Delight.

Once happy with it, you folded the paper back up and sealed it into the envelope for posting.

Dear M,

You're a celebrity to me and I'll take it, but don't be amazed when my charm grows on you. And I just want t say my highest achievement so far is you naming me your favourite fan, I'll write it on my tombstone when I die...hopefully you would've released twenty more books in that space of time. Personally I love the Angel of Death idea, it's always fascinated me. Ever heard of Harold Shipman.

You're not alone in the cheering villains on front. While everyone else was cheering Hercules on, I was on Hades' side.

In regards to the Mango-slaw event, I probably should've been more clear but don't ask the new waiters, you're gonna have to go the chef. Specifically one called Kyungsoo...now, he might try to throw a pan at you but he will make it.

Since you've listened to the podcast, whose is your favourite host?

Yours Sincerely, Happiness Delight.

Dear Happiness Delight,

I think your charms already growing on me! Don't forget to tell me what plot you'll be on, I'll come visit you and take a picture of it. I hope i'll be able to get through twenty books, it took me too long to write Flowers of the Mist! And yes I've heard of Harold Shipman, what true crime buff hasn't?

Oh see there we've got a problem, I was on Hercules side and that's only because Hades scared me. I was an easily scared child.

I hope you're not playing a trick on me, but if I ever do get time I'll go again, hopefully when that waitress isn't working.

I don't know if this is overstepping boundaries but, I have book signing coming up. Please come, if you can. Since you know Apple Tree Yard then I'm guessing you live around here, so if you can make it, please do. It's at Vick’s Bookstore from 3pm to 5pm. We'll be having lunch after.

For some reason, I think Park is my favourite. He's very funny, not that Jun isn't! Maybe it's the deep voice...I don't know.

From M, writer of thrillers.

The postal office receptionist watched you in growing annoyance as you stood at the desk reading the words. Was it too early to casually invite him to your book signing and dinner after? Furthermore, what if it all went wrong and you were possibly inviting a stalker into your life? Every writer had heard the horror stories of writers having stalkers, some made the stop writing or worse. Maybe it was pure foolishness and naivety, but you trusted Happiness Delight.

"Uh, Ma'am...will you be sending the letter?" The receptionist voice caused you break from your stupor.

"Sorry," you said, shoving the paper back into envelope and passing it the receptionist.

As you left the office, your phone rang, it was Giselle on the line. She talked about finalising the details, now would've been the best time to tell her Happiness but you shut your mouth in better judgement. When he came to the dinner, that's he if came, you'd tell her he was just a friend.

"God, you're shaking like a leaf" Giselle said. She handed you a glass of white wine but you refused. Your stomach couldn't handle alcohol this early.

"I'm just nervous," you said. "It's my first book signing so...Yeah"

"You'll be fine, you just gotta smile but you might be holding quite a few babies," she said, slapping a hand on your shoulder. It's meant to be a gesture of comfort, but pain surges through your muscles. She had a hard hit for a fifty-something woman.

"I don't mind babies," you said. "I just don't want to disappoint anyone and there's just so many people out there."

You peeked out of the glass windows, there was a steady line of people stood outside the doors, some carry books and some purchasing the book from the store. There were all types of people, but you looked for one person. Happiness. Would you know who was happiness the moment you saw him? You'd built a picture of him in your mind but you didn't even know his name for crying out loud. This was stupid.

You wouldn't have been this nervous if he'd replied. Usually, it took him a week to reply and that's understanable, mail takes time. But it was now two weeks since you'd sent the letter. You'd gone to the PO box near enough daily, but nothing was there. Molls had said it might have been lost, but it seemed so impossible.

"Sweetie, they're gonna open the doors," Giselle said. "Do you want some water?"

You nodded as she led you to the front of the store.

"Hey, you! Can you get her some water. Bottled." Giselle said to some young employee.

You took your seat at the table they'd decorated with a stack of your book and a picture of yourself. It wasn't the best of pictures. You thanked the employee and immediately took a gulp of water. You placed the bottle down as you watched the line of people stream in. You clicked the pen two times, just to check.

"Hey, I just want to say I love your book," A girl handed you her copy.

"Thank you so much, it took some time to write. What's your name?" You asked, opening the book on the first blank page.

"Farrah, it's my name," she said, her pock marked face was wide with a smile.

You wrote a small message addressed to her and signed your own signature. You handed the book to her, "Thank you so much for coming."

The next person came, a man. Your heart raced for a moment, what if it was Happiness Delight? You took the book from him and signed it as Andy. He didn't seem like Happiness Delight. If Happiness Delight did turn up he'd probably tell you who he was.

As the fans continuted to flood in drones, your eyes continuously flew over to the clock on the wall. It was nearly time for a break and still Happiness hadn't come. It pained you to admit it but you were losing hope. Maybe it was like Molls said, the mail had gotten lost.

You took your break in the store's staff room. It was only a small break and you spent most of it on your phone, anything to put your mind off him. But the longer you sat there, you'd began to grow angry at yourself. This was your first signing, people had travelled for good knows how far just to get your signature and a small chat. As you walked back into the store front you told yourself not to think about him, just smile and appreciate it, not every one got to do a book signing.

The second half moved quick and you joked more with your fans. And you'd taken the odd picture with a baby and someone's child. You'd been stretching your hands when Giselle tapped your shoulder, she leant down to your ear.

"This is the last bunch, we're going after these," She said.

You nodded and turned back to the next person. "Hello, how are you?" You asked, smiling up at the man.

"Good, I think" He said, you couldn't help but notice he was nervous. He was holding the book with a near white grip. "You?"

"Good too," you answered. "Shoud I sign your book?"

"Yes, of course," he handed you the book and you flipped to the blank page.

"Who should I address it to?" You asked, the tip of your pen touching the page.

"To H-no...sorry, just Chanyeol," he said. "Just Chanyeol."

"Beautiful name," you said, writing his name before the small note and your own signature. You closed the book, "Here you go."

"Thank you so much, and I love your book," he said.

"Thank you too."

He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. You watched him smile then leave the line, his lanky body weaving in between bodies and before he got the door, he cast you a fleeting glance before walking out into the rain. You looked up to the next person.

"Hi, how are you?" you said to them.

When the last person had walked out the door, you released a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. It was over, the fans had come and he hadn't.

"You good?" Giselle asked.

"Just peachy," you said. "Which resturant we were going to again? Oh, and my plus one won't make it."

The Mace, episode 37 played in your car as you drove to Apple Tree Yard. As you took the next exit your phone pinged, a message. You peered down at the screen to see who it was from, your heart skipped a beat when you saw it was from. Angelo, he'd interviewed you for the Daily Mint. You'd run into him at grocery, you'd been looking for a certain brand of cat food since Monsieur was picky. In the brief conversation you'd had while trying to find the food, you'd ended you exchanging numbers. You'd text him back when you were in the restaurant.

You pulled your keys from the ignition and made your way inside. You'd come at a busy time, the high-school kids from the neighbouring school had invaded near enough all the booths and you couldn't bring yourself to walk down the aisle. Teenagers had a knack of scaring you. So, you settled down at the bar, from here, you could see the cooks flipping burger meat, one flame grilling steak and another chopping onions into fine pieces.

"what you having doll?" the woman behind the bar asked.

"Can I get the cheese burger please, with a side of chips and mango juice." you said.

She scribbled your order down, "sure, would that be all?"

"Yeah- actually, sorry but does a chef called Kyungsoo work here?" you asked, the question had been a split second decision. You can just wanted to out the whole Happiness Delight debacle to rest. Molls had been so convinced that Happiness was simply a fantasist.

The older woman furrowed her brows and for a second you thought Molls was right along, but then she nodded. "Yeah, he works here. You need to talk to him or something... Wait, you're not a cop right?"

You almost laughed in relief. "No I'm just a normal citizen. I just want to ask him about something."

"alright, I'll bring him over."

Your fingers tapped the wooden counter as you waited forher to bring him. Minutes later, the woman came back but with a man in tow. He was wearing his chef gowns and curious look on his face.

"Hi, I'm kyungsoo. You are?" he asked.

You told him your name. "I'm sorry for the bother I wanted to ask you something."

"No problem, I wasn't doing much," he said.

"Well, that's good. This is gonna sound stupid but someone told me to come here before and they said something about this Mango-slaw burger."

"Mango-slaw?" He stopped for a second then sighed hard. "Chanyeol that bastard...he sent you here didn't he?"

The name rung familiar but you couldn't place it. Was this Chanyeol character Happiness Delight? "I'm sorry, but who's Chanyeol?"

Kyungsoo face contorted into one of confusion. "Park Chanyeol, well Chanyeol Park but that doesn't matter. He's the only idiot that orders this burger." He paused to look at your equally confused face. "Was it not him? He's like too fucking tall, big ears, and an idiot."

You tried hard to place a name to the description but you just couldn't. "I don't really know."

"Then who else- Wait, lemme show you a picture," he dug inside the pocket of his uniform, then scrolled through his phone, "Here's a picture of him."

You squinted your eyes at the picture. Where did you know him from? He looked so familiar but the memory was so blurry. The picture of Chanyeol was a guy wearing a large hoodie, hair tousled. He looked to be in some kind of recording studio, but you really didn't know, he just had a mic in front of him. If the microphone in front of him was anything to go by.

Wait a second, that guy. guy who'd come for a book sign, the one who was acting weird. It had to be him but his hair had changed, it was now a dark auburn colour. You thanked the forces that you'd' been sat on the chair, if not, you're certain your knee's would've collapsed. That man was Happiness Delight. He'd came.

"Do you know where he is? I really need to talk to him," you said.

"Uh I don't know where exactly he'd be right now, but I can give you his number," He said.

"That'll be amazing."

He took a piece a paper from behind the counter and scribbled Chanyeol's number down. "There you go. Oh and do you want the burger?"

You shook your head and took the scrap piece of paper. "I don't think I can eat."

You had the paper in your pocket for a good three days, looking over the numbers over and over. Two months had passed between the last letter you received, and you hadn't even opened it.

You pressed the numbers into your phone, pausing a moment you pressed call. The phone rang three times.

"Hello, who's this?" The voice asked.

Why did he sound so familiar? How was it so that you'd recognised his voice than you did his face.

"Uh...hello? Is anybody there. I can hear you breathing?"

Park, it was Park's voice. You felt as though the air in your body had been forced out. Of course, Park Chanyeol. Happiness Delight was the voice of the man you'd been listening to for the last few months.

"Happiness Delight?" Your vocie was feeble and you'd almost doubted he'd heard it.

"M?"

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So, it is almost 5am and I can’t sleep. My dog, Meg Ryan, died earlier tonight and I am a wreck. I’m just going to ramble for a while, because I’m a wreck and sleep isn’t happening and I don’t know what else to do.

The wife and I got our dog in ‘05. We already had a dog, a black lab named Lady, who we got back when we lived in Nevada. When we moved to Arizona we thought it would be a good idea to get Lady a buddy, so we went to the pound. We’re big believers in getting pound puppies. There were a thousand dogs there and we had just about settled on the one we were going to get when the wife (K) noticed one that was marked as being “dog of the day”. K asked what that meant, and they told her that it meant that this was the dog’s last day and that she would be put down if she wasn’t adopted that day. Well, that ended the discussion and we had our dog. We tried to think of a name (our other dog had come pre-named) and decided we wanted something unusual, and K blurted out Meg Ryan, more as a joke than anything else. Well, it stuck, so our dog of the day was Meg Ryan.

We had suspicions that Meg had been abused by her previous owners. The first clue was her ears. Someone had clipped them, and had done so badly (she’s a shepherd mix, so there was no reason to do so). Second, she was terrified of men. This slowly improved as the years went by, but she never really fully trusted me. She was definitely a mama’s girl.

We had a bunch of good years as a small family. Lady was older, and she passed a few years back. That was tough, but we soldiered on. Then the force turned against me and K, and we wound up splitting, and because of reasons, I kept the house. That meant I kept Meg (again, for reasons). So now we were a duo. K visits frequently (which Meg loves, cos like I said, she’s a mama’s girl), but when it comes to the family unit, it has been just me n Meg for the last couple of years.

But now Meg wasn’t the puppy we got from the pound anymore. Years have passed and she was starting to show her age. A while ago she had a tumor removed and the vet wasn’t sure that it hadn’t spread (it was a wait-and-see situation). She started experiencing arthritis, and that was progressively getting worse. And two weeks ago K took her to the vet because I had been seeing weird behavior and the vet indicated that Meg was starting to show signs of dementia. We were then told we should begin to brace for the worst sometime this year.

One thing about Meg is that she is stubborn. If she doesn’t want to do something, she’ll punch you in the face rather than just give in. And she hates taking her meds. She had to take two pills daily... one was an arthritis pill and the other was a pain pill. Now, the pain pill she was prescribed was notorious for tasting terrible. So Meg, who started with an inclination to fight med taking, had absolutely no interest in taking her pain pill. And since she’s stubborn, she also wanted nothing to do with her arthritis pill. I would try hiding them (together and individually) into her food, I tried dissolving them in water, I tried putting them into her treats.... all to no avail. She would spit them out or simply refuse to eat if she tasted them. The best I could do is to get her to take them every other day, sometimes every three days. And I let her get away with it because I couldn’t think of a way to get her to take them. Because I suck at being a doggie-daddy. Because I suck in general.

So Thursday I notice she’s walking slowly (I let K know right away cos we touch base most mornings). I attribute it to her arthritis, which makes me feel like shit because I suck at giving her her pills. Then I get an idea... I’ve been giving her a new med (for her dementia) that isn’t in pill form. This one is liquid, and I have to use a dropper and squirt the liquid into her mouth, which she then has no choice but to swallow it. So I dissolve her pills in water and use her dementia med dropper to squirt it into her mouth, and bingo! On top of this I start giving her body massages to help with her arthritis. I was rewarded with a big smile. And that made me smile in return.

But Friday she’s a little worse. And she wasn’t eating. Which isn’t unusual... she doesn’t keep a real schedule when it comes to eating; I make sure there is food in her bowl and she’ll eat whenever she feels like it. Sometimes she’ll go a whole day without eating, but never more than a day. And I always note when she’s not eating because that’s what you should do. So, her not feeling well and not eating, that combo got me concerned. I was even more concerned on Saturday morning, when she was walking even more slowly. Now she can’t stand easily on her own, and she whines for me to come to help her stand. K suggests I should talk to the vet about giving her more of her arthritis meds, maybe that would help her feel better faster. The on-call vet suggests that I not... says that these pills will take a while to work into her system and that I just need to be patient and help her as needed. It is hard to hear because at this point I’m feeling like crap for letting my dog come to this, but it is what it is.

So another thing about Meg is that she’s a bit anti-social like her old man. She doesn’t like hanging around in the living room where K and I (and later, now, I by myself) liked to be. She’s chosen spots in different parts of the house that are isolated and dark where she can relax and not deal with anyone, coming out to visit me only when food is on her mind. But Saturday afternoon I start hearing her whine. I think it is call for me to help her stand, but when I do she doesn’t go anywhere. She just stands for a while then lays back down. Now I’m thinking it is a general discomfort whine. Which I totally get because she’s been feeling bad since Thursday. I also wonder if it has to do with her not eating... she has to be starving at this point. I offer her food, I offer her treats, but she still has no interest in any of it. I’m pretty concerned at this point, but I’m wondering if she’s not eating because she’s in so much discomfort, and I’m hoping that when her meds kick in she’ll start eating again. I talk to K and she is hopeful that once the meds kick in, her appetite will return to normal. I should note at this point that K works long hours on the weekend, and we had agreed earlier that she would come by on Monday to visit. So what I do end up doing is moving Meg to the living room so she can be nearby. I’m not convinced she wants the company, but I’d rather have her near me than off alone. But she’s still whining from the discomfort, and I’m starting to get frustrated at the situation. Because I can’t think of anything other than waiting. And because I’m an asshole that get’s frustrated when his dog is miserable. Because I’m an asshole in general.

So now we’re at Saturday night and it has been a while since Meg has had any water, so I help her stand so we can walk over to her water bowl. Only now she can’t take a step without falling. And now I’m starting to panic. So I carry her over to her water bowl and she drinks. Good sign. She’s drinking normally, except she can’t stand. And she’s not whining when I’m holding her, so she probably is just exhausted, right? She’s gone a few days of being miserable, and the meds are bound to kick in soon, and she’s drinking normally. It is late Saturday night, so I decide to find a vet on Sunday and have her looked at.

So me n Meg sit in the living room for a bit, and now it is bedtime. She normally likes to sleep on the tile be the front door, but I decide to make an extra-comfy bed by putting together some of the doggie beds I keep distributed throughout the house. I then move a fan over her so that she keeps cool (she likes to be cool, thus the sleeping on the tiles). I give her a full body massage, which I at the time assumed she enjoyed because her breathing changed to a relaxed pace, then I brought her water bowl over and helped her drink some. Then I decided to try to entice her to eat something. She didn’t want any wet dog food, and she didn’t want any peanut butter (which was a new thing I was trying at a friend’s recommendation). I then offered her some cheese, which she usually enjoys. She lifted her head, took the cheese into her mouth, lowered her head, and then she was gone.

And I’m a wreck.

I’m a wreck because I lost my buddy. I’m a wreck because I’m a piece of shit for not forcing her to take her meds all along. I’m a wreck because tomorrow I need to tell K that Meg has died and I have no idea how to do that. I’m generally a pretty even-keeled guy... but I can’t stand the idea of making K sad. Knowing that K is going to cry is causing me as much pain as losing Meg. And K has to work tomorrow. When do I tell her? Before work so that she’s a wreck at work? I don’t know if she’d be able to get the day off on such short notice. I could tell her after work, but then I have to either lie or avoid her when she texts me for the morning check-in? That also comes with the extra risk of her getting pissed off at me for not telling her right away.

Ok, it is a little after 6, so I’m going to try to get a couple of hours sleep before I have to talk to K. I think I have to tell her before work. Dammit. I’m a wreck, and the day is just gonna get worse.

#looong ramble #my dog died #and i'm a wreck #and can't sleep #so i'm rambling here #because what else can i do?#i'll delete this later #just need to do something now #else i'll go crazy #you don't wanna read this #just me babbling

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ma-hao-huh · 5 years

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last post ended with a bit of optimism and excitement, ready to experience Taipei’s night markets for the first time. well, that didn’t go according to plan, because me and the two guys I met all fell asleep at about 6pm. jet lag is real, and it’s a slow burning, creepy-crawly feeling that you don’t have any concept of until you just start sleeping 12-14 hours a day trying to catch up, even if you aren’t sure what you’re trying to catch up to. i do think I'm making progress though.

so that was two nights ago. yesterday was way more successful...me, TJ and Tim got some good Taiwanese breakfast (dumplings, egg scallion pancakes, etc) and checked out the museum of contemporary art (mainly just one exhibit about the interaction of sound with the environment....not unlike what I saw at the hirschorn in January). we found what was definitely the neighborhood noodle spot but it was 12:30 so the line was so, so long and the blazing heat decided for us that no noodles could be so good. at least, they did — I have the rest of the summer to sweat it out for the good stuff. we ended up eating at a curry place which I honestly thought was gross. it was shit brown, not much flavor... not like any curry I've had in the states, so it made me wonder if I've been having real Indian curry, and about the different types of curry there must be throughout SEA. definitely something to look into.

after that we were in desperate need of a cold treat and TJ had an ice cream recommendation that did NOT disappoint. the 3 flavors we chose were taro, plum, and passionfruit (my choice), and they were all excellent, passionfruit definitely being the winner. honestly, the best ice cream I've ever had in my life. if that’s what I eat all summer, American ice cream is just going to be disgusting when I come back. which will probably be a good thing. also, the lady running the store was so sharp as a tack, great English, so nice. she kind of gave me the feeling she would have something great to say if the humans of ny guy wanted to take her picture. ever thought what you would say?

we decided to go back to the hostel after, and then came the first truly sobering moment of the trip for me. Tim wanted to take a taxi, so it fell upon me to ride up front and tell the cabbie where we needed to go. I quickly learned my navigational Chinese is limited. I could tell him which way to turn, how many intersections to keep going straight, but, crucially, not the address we needed to get to. I was kind of getting it done with google map navigation, but I don’t think the poor guy trusted me enough and called someone up to get the address for him. once he knew, he was quite jovial, patted me on the shoulder, appreciating, I guess, my ability to say “turn left” and “yes” and “I don't know.” lol. I'm glad he was nice about it.

I feel like I'm only about halfway done writing which would make this post monstrously long. I'm torn between making these posts digestible or making them a full account of my days. I think in the beginning when everything is so new, i’lll want to know everything I did, so, screw it.

when we did make it back, everyone broke off for a bit. I read for a while, and when I got back to the room, one of the other guys staying there was seemingly coming back to life from a long night (he had shushed for talking at 9am that morning). I greeted him and we got to talking. he’s a character, for sure... I've never met anyone with such a measured way of speaking. if you’ve heard Obama deliver speeches, it’s sort of like that.... slow, deliberate, intentioned, stirring, smooth, powerful. I learned that he dropped out of college in Santa Clara to go to culinary school in Philly and then wound up at a Michelin star restaurant. he retained his privacy on what restaurant and why he isn’t there anymore...that’s his right though. he speaks Chinese and had planned (and packed) for a one-week trip to Taiwan, but now he thinks he’s gonna be here for a couple of months. he told us we were welcome to join him for drinks at a rooftop bar with a gaggle of Swedish girls he had met (through “his ways”) and then to get some BBQ and check out a techno club. if I had been alone, I would have definitely just gone for it. but Tim and TJ and I had planned to go to a night market, so I got Drew’s LINE and told him maybe we’d see him later.

friends told us the most popular night markets would be absolutely bonkers on a Friday night and to try out one of the smaller ones. our hostel is actually a 10 minute walk from one of them, so that worked out. I’m not sure what I expected from the market, but in my opinion it was a straight up country fair, Chinese style. there were little games for the kids to play, including catching your own little fish to take home!!! so cute, and then a straight half-mile of carts with every kind of meat treat roasting on a spit or under a blowtorch. between the three of us, here’s what we ate:

-beef cubes (I didn’t taste)

-seashell filled with caramelized scallop, crab and shrimp meat (this was the most sketchy thing I ate, and I think I felt a little rumble because of it, but nothing too bad. it was pretty good)

-roasted mushrooms (the spices were kind of weird and the texture was soooo rubbery)

-chicken cubes (so tender and delicious)

-sweet potato balls (unlike the insanely sweet and amazing shakori doughnuts, these actually tasted like they came from a sweet potato, but kind of bland)

-oyster pancakes. this was what the fuss was about, there was line of 20 people at all times. NOT worth the hype. I talked to drew about them today and he absolutely agreed, saying they're totally under salted). it’s like oyster meat, eggs, scallions all cooked up together. there wasn’t much flavor and I wasn’t exactly sure if I was supposed to be eating the whole thing or not because there were oyster parts in there that I did NOT like.

overall it was cool to see but all of our choices definitely didn’t knock it out of the park. I'm excited to go to the bigger ones, hopefully with better guidance, and see if I have more luck.

afterwards we grabbed some beers from this tiny little craft brew place with one tap and it was actually a delicious IPA that was half off your second pint. hell yes. there was a Sierra Nevada sticker on the wall too...I guess they’re global?

I wanted to find live music after, but TJ and Tim are lightweights. they were well and truly buzzed after a beer or two. that’s all good... after fading at 6pm the night before, we made it to 9pm that night and I didn’t mind heading to bed.

as far as today...I viewed the apartment I'm gonna be living in. it’s literally 30 seconds from one of the main mrt stations that two of the mrt lines go through. I thought I was gonna be vetted by the people who live there, but i learned today it’s more of a sign up and move in kind of thing. when I walked in, all the girls were looking very sad, about to take one of the people leaving to the airport, so it really couldn’t have been worse timing. I tried to say “hey everyone, I’m grant” and literally just got stares back. that was fun. I haven’t started filling out the final forms to move in because it made me unexcited about the prospect. but I know that it was just bad timing and it will be a lot better for me to live with people who are happy and excited to help me adjust, so I'll deal with it and fill them out tomorrow.

Drew and I made very tenuous plans to go out tonight, but it’s past 9 and he isn’t back from getting dinner a couple of hours ago. hmmm..... see if tonight’s the night for a night on the town....

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