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CW: smut, filthy talk

This is a bit of a filler chapter, sorry.

“Are you going to miss me?”

Nina didn’t even look up from her iPad. It was so annoying yet adorable at the same time, how Sidney was desperately trying to get her to tell him how much she was going to miss him.

“Um, I think you’re going to miss me more than I’ll miss you,” Nina finally replied. She grinned as Sidney huffed.

The first month of the new year had passed by pretty quickly to Nina. After being together for New Year’s Eve, Nina and Sid separated as the Pens had to finish off their road trip. Nina stayed in Miami for Jason’s game before taking an extra week just for herself. It was nice to have a bit of a vacation, especially when Lauren flew down. Nina basically enjoyed being on the beach, hanging out with a close friend, and shopping.

The morning of New Year’s Day, after having their first breakfast together of the new year, Sid had given Nina a card. Nina was shocked to see a credit card with her name on it and she had tried to give it back but Sid had insisted. “You don’t treat yourself enough, pretty girl,” he had firmly stated. So Nina took advantage of it to treat herself a bit.

By the time she came back to Pittsburgh, Sidney’s road trip was over but Nina’s semester had started. They had a couple of weeks where they spent time together as much as possible before the Pens had another short road trip. Now, Sidney was on his way to the Olympics in Beijing for their longest separation so far.

Sidney finally had his bag packed the way that he liked it. Glancing at Nina laying on their, um, his bed, he drawled, “Are you sure you aren’t going to miss me?”

Nina looked up and giggled. “You hog the sheets, Sidney. And you’re like a furnace when you sleep.”

Sidney walked over to the bed, crouching over Nina. “Hurting my feelings right before I have to take a long flight. Tsk tsk.”

“Your flight leaves tomorrow. You’re just making sure you are totally prepared tonight. Stop being so dramatic, Sidney Crosby.”

Sidney smirked as he brushed a hand down Nina’s front. She was clothed, wearing one of his t-shirts. “Still, Nina.

“Still, Sidney.”

Nina stuck out her tongue at Sidney as he giggle-honked. Sidney brushed an errant strand of hair off of Nina’s forehead as he whispered, “I wish you were coming.”

“It was too short of a notice to take almost three weeks off, Sid,” Nina murmured. “Plus, hasn’t it always just been your family attending the Olympics?”

“Yes?”

Nina smiled. “Then, I would be breaking your tradition and your superstitions-”

Sidney opened his mouth to disagree but Nina put a finger over it. “Don’t even start, we both know how important ALL of your superstitions are. Even if you wouldn’t say it, if you lose without a gold medal and I'm there, part of you would be wondering. So quit the bullshit, Sidney.”

Sidney gave Nina a chagrined smile as she laughed at him. She was right, as always.

“Sid, it’ll be fine. You’re lucky I’m a morning person, you can call me crazy early here and I’ll pick up,” Nina reasoned.

Sidney pouted a bit. “I finally got you to actually date me, I don’t want to be separated from you for that long.”

“How cute, Mr. Obsessed-with-Hockey has become soft in his old age.”

Nina squealed when Sidney tickled her, squirming. “Okay, okay, you’re allowed to become soft!”

Sidney gave Nina a soft smile and she gulped. Something shifted in that look and Nina felt like there was something new.

Sidney bit his lip as Nina nervously laughed. In that moment, the pure joy on Nina’s face as she squealed while he tickled her, Sidney was sure that he loved her. He loved Nina. But this was the wrong time to admit that. So he chuckled and said, “If I’m soft, it’s only because of you.”

Nina stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Sidney chose not to respond to that statement, instead choosing to slide his lips over hers. Soft and sweet, exploratory as they kissed, not their usual hungry kisses. Then Nina wrapped a leg around Sidney’s waist and the mood changed.

Nina ended the kiss first, whispering, “I can feel that someone is going to really miss me.”

“Going to miss you so much,” Sidney replied, grinding his hips into Nina’s core. “Let me show you.”

Nina gasped as Sidney sucked along her neck, just light enough not to leave any marks. “Gonna give you something to remember while I’m gone,” Sidney promised as his hands went under her shirt before pulling it off.

Nina grinned before moaning as Sidney began to do exactly what he promised to do.

Sidney sighed as he sent the text. Everything was going great, even after a couple of hiccups in their first group stage games. This year, it was obvious to Sidney that this was going to be the last Olympics for him. Except for him, Tazer, Bergy, Tanger, Webs, Price, and Giroux, all of the other players on the team were under 30. Sidney saw his job as captain this year to not just get one more gold, but get the younger guys ready to take over.

Right now, they were getting ready to play against Germany, their first game after the group stage, the real games. It was before pregame; the players whose families had come to Beijing were giving well-wishes. At this moment, Sidney wished Nina was here with him instead of home in Pittsburgh.

His phone pinged and Sidney relaxed when he saw the message: its midnight here. Good luck. Im g2g2 sleep. Bye

That message was quickly followed by another one: why the hell did they schedule yall for so fucking late? figured canada would be primetime here

Sidney laughed when he saw Nina’s message. Giroux looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Must be the elusive girlfriend.”

Giroux’s wife elbowed him, causing him to say ow. Sidney snickered; they may be teammates for Team Canada but their truce was still a fragile truce. Ryanne Giroux said, “I heard Nina’s very sweet and kind.”

“Oh?”

Sidney was suddenly very curious. Blithely, Ryanne replied, “You know as well as I do it’s a small league. People only have the kindest things to say about her.”

Relaxing a bit, Sidney grinned. “Nina’s pretty fucking amazing. I’m lucky she likes me.”

“Oh God, he’s talking about Nina again.”

Sidney’s grin turned into a smile as Tanger clasped him on the back. Tanger continued, “It took five years-”

“Five years,” Giroux asked as Sidney groaned. “Stop giving him chirp material.”

Ryanne snickered as Sidney’s phone pinged again; kris says ur bragging about me again?

“Really, Tanger, really?”

Kris laughed as Sidney narrowed his eyes. “Calm down, Sid.”

Before Sidney could reply, Nina sent him another text: score a hat trick

Sidney gave his phone a soft smile. It was time to get focused for the game, so Sidney put his phone away as soon as he went back into the locker room.

Nina cracked an eye open. The time difference was a motherfucker; it was 5:45 am but 5:45pm. Yawning, Nina sat up in her bed as she accepted the call from Sid.

“Nina, really?”

“Good morning to you,” Nina yawned.

Sid slightly frowned. Nina was wearing a team USA t-shirt. Her shorts were blue. Even her sleep bonnet was blue.

“I’m not Canadian, Sid.”

“Stilll-“

Nina smirked as she shook her head. “No, I’m not rooting for you. Score as many goals as you want, I’m Team USA.”

Sidney scowled as Nina laughed. “It’s not even like the US made the gold medal game!”

Nina was disappointed in Team USA. She was hoping they would make it to the gold medal game but they were going to go against Finland for Bronze. Tomorrow, at 8am Beijing Time, 8pm EST, Canada was going against Sweden for gold.

“Still, you should be rooting for me.”

“I am,” Nina reasoned. “I want you to score all the goals. But, I just cannot root for Canada, yet.”

“Yet.”

Nina looked up to the ceiling before yawning again. Sidney was in a snit. She felt a tiny bit bad for Sweden because they were going to get it. But that wasn’t her problem. “Seriously, good luck, Sidney.”

“Thank you, Nina.”

Nina blew Sidney a kiss and he pretended to catch it. Then he licked his lips. “How many days did you take off when I get back?”

“Three, Sidney. Just three.”

Nina couldn’t help the rush of heat in her center when Sidney drawled, “I don’t plan to let you out of my house then.”

“Win the damn gold then,” Nina snapped.

Sidney chuckled, saying, “You’re ready to go back to sleep then. Sweet dreams, Nina.”

“Bye, Sid.”

Nina looked down at her phone. There were three messages, long messages, all from Sid. She took in a deep, fortifying breath. Canada had one gold and Sidney had two goals. From the highlights, it seemed like Sidney was on a mission the whole game. Sighing, Nina pressed play on the first one. It was just a noisy celebration, nothing big until Sidney started talking. His talking was garbled at first and Nina laughed when she realized that he was drunk off his ass when he called her.

The second voicemail started just as garbled, then Nina heard Sidney clearly say, “I’m so happy we won, I still wish you were here, you’re my new lucky charm, pretty girl. Fuck, I love you so much, pretty girl, you make everything better now that you’re mine.”

The next one was just sappy as the second, but Sidney was definitely somewhere quieter with this one. But he was also just as drunk, as he ended by saying, “I wanna fuck you when I get back, with you wearing my gold, pretty girl. This gold is almost as pretty as you.”

Nina ruefully laughed, already expecting apologetic texts from Sidney when he was sober. But for the rest of the day, the thought lingered in her mind, the idea that Sidney loved her. However, her patients kept Nina busy and she didn’t get a moment to really ruminate on that. Then, Nina went over to Karesha’s house to babysit her play nephew, AJ, as Karesha went out with her boyfriend.

Within an hour of leaving, Karesha came back in, heated as she slammed the door. AJ commented, “He must have made Mom mad again.”

“AJ, please go upstairs and play with your Legos, Mommy needs to talk to Aunt Nina,” Karesha asked, trying hard to control her voice.

AJ quickly ran up the stairs, loudly closing the door to his room. Karesha flopped on the couch, kicking off her expensive heels. “Fuck men.”

Nina got up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. Pour shots, she passed one to Karesha before sitting back down next to her friend. Karesha gratefully smiled before downing the shot.

“I’m tired of this shit. I told him it was over through text. How dare he say he’s coming up to Pittsburgh before spring training and then text me after I get to the restaurant to say he’s not coming after all. I’m done. I can’t.”

Nina murmured sympathetically, “Fuck him.”

“I’m so glad I never brought him around AJ though,” Karesha stated. “He had the nerve to say I spent too much time with my kid when I told him it was over.”

Nina’s eyes widened at that statement. “What are you supposed to do? Parent him less?”

Thoughts about Sidney were forgotten as Nina consoled her friend. Deciding to sleep over, Nina woke up early in the morning on the couch, several texts from Sidney waiting for her. Nina quickly scanned over them, starting with a text telling Nina his flight was about to come in to the last one asking if everything was okay. Nina sent him a message: friend had a crisis, be over around 10

It was early, around 7am so Nina didn’t expect to get a response. But Sidney replied: everything ok?

As ok as it’s gonna be, don’t worry, Nina sent back before straightening up Karesha’s living room. She then slipped out, locking the door from the inside.

“Gonna get you full with my cum, pretty girl. Fuck, look at you, your pussy already trying to milk my cum.”

Nina groaned as she watched Sid fuck her, claiming her. Her legs were over his shoulders, allowing Sidney to fuck her deep. “You missed me, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh,” Nina managed to say. He was fucking her so good, each stroke hitting her g-spot. It was like Sidney returned as a man on a mission.

“I missed you. Dreamed of you every night, Nina,” Sidney rasped.

“Mmmm.”

Nina no longer had words, she could feel her high coming. Then she felt Sidney’s fingers, just two fingers on her clit and it was enough to send her over the edge. Nina screamed, her nails digging into Sidney’s back. That was enough to get Sidney to reach his high as well, his grunts wordless as he came.

Nina sighed as Sidney withdrew, already sad at feeling empty. Sidney sat back on his haunches, watching as his cum started to leak out of Nina’s pussy. “I’ll never get enough of seeing that,” he remarked as he played with Nina’s clit. “Just for me, pretty girl.”

Moaning, Nina closed her eyes. She was sensitive but she felt herself respond to Sidney’s fingers. Then his fingers were replaced with his tongue, his fingers fucking his cum deeper inside of her pussy and the time for rational thought was gone.

Six weeks later

Nina sighed as she rifled through her bag for the keys to her apartment. Today was her thirty-first birthday and for some reason, she felt weird. ‘Maybe it’s because I’m now on the other side of thirty,’ Nina thought to herself.

The morning began with happy birthday texts from friends, birthday calls from Mom and Dad, and a facetime call with Jason. Sidney had sent her a funny meme birthday text but nothing else. Nina knew she shouldn’t feel too bad; the Pens were trying to solidify their playoff spot in the division and her birthday, April 5, fell right at the end of the season. As she opened the door, Nina hoped that Sid would at least do something once the playoffs were over. At the same time, it felt weird that she wasn’t going out with her parents either.

Just her luck that for the first time she was in a relationship around her birthday, her boyfriend had reasons not to take her out. Nina sniffled as she turned on the light.

“SURPRISE!!”

Nina gasped as Sidney, Kris, Geno, Anna, Catherine, Taylor, Alex, Victoria, Mario, Nathalie, Guentzy, Tristan, Hannah, Karesha, AJ, Lauren, her mom and dad, and Aryanna jumped out. Eyes wide, Nina burst into tears.

“Oh no, what’s wrong pretty girl,” Sidney replied, folding Nina into his arms.

Nina sniffled as she cried, “I thought everyone forgot my birthday!”

“I told you she wasn’t going to take it well,” Karesha muttered as Lauren kicked her. “Girl, be happy he did this all for you when he could be extra obsessive about the playoffs.”

Nina cut her eyes at Karesha before getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Sid’s cheek. “Thank you, Sid.”

The pictures of that night were put into a small scrapbook. Nina didn’t understand Sidney’s love for documenting memories in such a dramatic way but it was nice to look back at the memories in book form instead of having to scroll through her phone. Playoffs were now starting though so Nina was sure that would be the last carefree time until the playoffs were over, this time hopefully with another cup.

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Something New

Request by Anonymous: Kiara smut where they get caught by JJ and he's like "No no no don't stop bc of me" and then he joins 🥺👉👈

Kiara X Reader X JJ Maybank

Summary: Resquest^

Warnings: Smut, swearing, unprotected sex

Word count: 1358

Keep in mind this is my first smut ever and it’s not edited.

Me and Kiara have been together for about two months. It’s been the best two months of my whole entire life. I knew from a young age I was lesbian and the second I met the turtle saving girl I just sorta fell. When she told me she was bi she didn’t tell me how she realized. A few months after that she came to my house pushing me against a wall kissing me. The pogues knew I was lesbian I never told them they just saw me kissing a girl at a kegger, they were fine with it not really caring so now JJ comes to me with all his girl advise. We never told the pogues Kie being scared too, I’m fine with it the secret part actually being fun.

So here we were watching Lady and the Tramp for the fifth time this week. It was the best disney movie. I sit next to Kie on her bed cuddled into her arms, her hand playing with my hair as I quoted the movie while sitting there. Her hand moves down pulling my thigh so I was straddling her.

“I’m not having sex with you while watching Disney.” Her hand reaches for the remote closing my TV smirking up at me. I shake my head at her as she flips me on my back, her now on top. Her lips attach to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking a dark mark that will be there tomorrow. “Kie.”

She giggles getting off her top before throwing mine off. I move up so I’m sitting with her on top of me, with my back against my headboard. “Where are you parents?” She asks between kisses over my body.

“Uhh. Canada visiting family.” I say, all the pogues always joke about me being Canadian, I mean I got free health care but whatever, and the president here sucks. “Good.” She mumbles against my skin.

Her arms reach around my back to unclasp my bra letting it fall from my shoulders. She just sits there staring at me with a huge smile on her face telling me multiple times I’m gorgeous. It makes me blush seeing how much she loves me. Her hand goes to my boobs playing with them before her lips close over my nipple. A moan leaves my lips, my back arching making her pull back as she explodes into a fit of giggles.

“I love how good I make you feel Angel.” “Yea well I love how good you make me feel, McDreamy.” I giggle as her lips go over the same nipple making the giggles turn into moans. Her hand starts playing with my other nipple rolling it between her fingers before switching her lips to the other.

My hands go to her hair gripping the roots. She lets my boob go reaching her hand down to pull my sweatpants down with my light blue panties which were always her favorite. She then pulls her short-or well my shorts down leaving her in a pink pantie set. I try to unclasp her bra before my hands are pinned down.

“I don’t think so Y/N.” I whine as she gets off the bed going to find something. When she comes back she has one of my black belts in her hand. She sits back on my lap tying my hands to the head board. “But Kie.” I whine trying to free my wrist. “Sh sh sh. I never said you could talk.” I absolutely loved when Kie dominated me just the thought could get me wet.

She takes off both her bra and panties sitting completely naked on me. Without warning she plunges a finger in my pussy. I moan as she presses her lips to mine going at an agonizing slow pace. Her lips over mine muffled the sound of the moans coming from me as she added another finger.

Third POV

JJ walked into the Y/L/N’s residence completely oblivious to what was happening up stairs. He walks up the stairs going to Y/N’s room. “Y/N how do you know if-” The words in his throat died as he saw what was happening on the girl's bed. The two girls stopped what they were doing staring at the Maybank boy who was now leaning against the wall looking at the two with a signature JJ smirk on his face.

"No no no don't stop because of me" He said looking at the two. Two of Kie’s fingers still deeply in Y/N’s pussy.

“If you’re going to stay you can at least join.” Y/N said shocking Kie and JJ. Of coure though JJ wasn’t going to say no throwing his hat and shirt off. Kie didn’t mind either, she was down but she was shocked Y/N wanted to. Y/N was full on lesbian never once had having sex with a guy come across her mind she loved pussy and that was it.

Once JJ was completely naked he joined the two on the bed, Y/N’s hands now free. No one knew what to do so Y/N took it upon herself and started stroking JJ’s dick. Kie got the idea and started kitten licking the head. The two girls gave JJ an amazing double blow job, Kie coaching Y/N through it. Without any warning JJ pined Kie to the bed slowly entering her. Off to the side Y/N watched her girlfriend be fucked by her best friend. It turned her on so much so she started rubbing her clit listening to the moans coming from Kie and the low grunts coming from JJ.

Soon Kie felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cumed all over JJ’s cock. He pulled out of her panting trying to catch his breath before glancing at Y/N as she laid down beside Kie ready to be fucked for the first time but a real cock. Y/N was never nervious when it came to sex but right know she was. She was a girl always down to try new things without hesitation but right now she was. He moved over to the light/dark haired girl rubbing the tip of his cock over her slit making her quitly moan.

“Just a tip JJ she likes it rough.” Kie says running her hands through her girlfriend's hair. “Oh I can do rough.” He says slamming his cock into her, her moans echo through her house as she gets dicked down for the first time. JJ places his hand around her throat squeezing lightly making her moan even more.

Kie could just sit back and watch as Y/N did so she straddles her face. Y/N’s hands move to the girl's thighs as she rides her face. The moans coming from the girl beneath her vibrates through her making the pleaser much better. Pretty soon all three were cumming, JJ’s seed shooting far into Y/N’s body. After they all ride out there orgasams Kie gets off Y/N and JJ pulls out of her both flopping down on both sides of her on her cum stained sheets.

“I can’t believe you just came in my girlfriend.” Kie was the first to speak, turning to face the panting blonde/brunette/ginger watching as the cum leaked from her small pussy.

“Tell me about it.” He nods. “I mean you made her cum and I didn’t, that’s a little unfair.” The girl between the two just laughed, sitting up to see for herself all the cum coming out of her.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again.” Y/N sighs starting to play with JJ’s seed. “Oh JJ what was it you needed.” She turns to the blond. Kie leans over whispering in Y/N’s ear how she was going to make her cum with just her fingers, shoving three fingers in her as JJ tried to remember.

“Oh how do you know if a girl just wants sex or a relationship?” The two girls shake their heads, not surprised that JJ wanted to ask that.

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Regaining Hope

Chapter Eight

Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers Warnings/Triggers:Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Sexual Assault Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever. Authors Notes: Thank you all so much for being so very supportive. You guys have been absolutely wonderful. Seriously I couldn't ask for a better group of readers. I need to warn you all that this chapter has quite the graphic and gruesome scene in it, so if that's not your thing I highly recommend skipping the part where Clark starts to watch the video. Some major questions answered here. Hope you all enjoy, and keep the reviews coming. Special thanks to my ever amazing beta Hipkarma. She always helps and inspires me. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Previous Chapters: [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six] [Chapter Seven]

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Chapter Eight

Dawn smirked as she saw the caller ID flash. So, Buffy had talked to Wes. That was good. She really didn’t want to have to break into the Watchers Council just because she was nosy and worried for her sister. Buffy hadn’t told her much when they talked yesterday, just that there was some sort of prophecy about her and this Clark guy, which just raised all sorts of red flags for her. Dawn had insisted on seeing a copy of the prophecy and her hackles raised even more when she found out how quiet Wes and Willow were trying to keep this. Looks like big sis came through however, and now it was time to give the man on the other line hell for keeping something this important from her.

“Xand, honey, can you take Abby? Wes is on the phone and it’s time for her nap anyway.” Dawn said, reaching for the phone.

“No!” Her one and a half your old screeched at the top of her lungs, making Dawn cringe. When they coined the phrase, ‘children are your parents secret revenge,’ they weren’t lying. Abigail was just like her too, even in looks.

Xander came out of their shared office, a crooked and amused smile on his lips. “You should know by now not to say that word in front of her,” He said, kissing Dawn on the forehead before reaching out and swooping up their toddler. “Come on Abby,” he said as Dawn answered her call. “Daddy will read you your favorite story.”

“Try to get Joyce down too,” She added, before saying into the phone, “Hello Wes, so good of you to finally call me.”

She heard the groan on the other end of the line and smiled. “How much do you know?”

“That there’s a prophecy about my sister and some uber-powerful guy she’s been spending time with, on your instruction I might add.” Dawn said in a mockingly sweet voice.

She heard him sigh. “Yes, that is all true. Look Dawn, I’m going to send you a copy of the prophecy through your secure fax now. We’ve been able to translate some of it, but there are certain areas where…I don’t think the language is of this world. It’s nothing like we’ve ever seen in any human or demon writings before.”

Dawn got up and walked into the office, a frown on her face. “You mean like interdimensional, there’s gotta be a reference somewhere Wes.”

There was silence over the line and for a second and she thought Wes had hung up. She’d just opened her mouth to see if he was still there, when he finally said, “No Dawn, that’s not what I meant at all.”

Her frown deepened as the first page spat out of the machine. She slid it off the rack and looked at the prophecy. There were several different languages written on the copy, Etruscan, Ancient Sumerian, Ancient Greek, and Latin. At the top were strange symbols unlike anything she’d ever seen before, almost flowing together like cursive. The next page that came out was Wesley and Willow’s translation of that page. She bit her lip, walking over to her desk and went to work making sure what they had translated so far was correct.

“So,” she began casually, “what I’m getting from the first page is that this guy is much farther from home than just another dimension.” She paused, huffing in annoyance as she snootily added,” It was Sun God by the way, not Star God.” She sighed. “Who are you using anyway, Basile?”

“Vonten,” He answered and Dawn rolled her eyes. Of course, he was using that moron’s guide.

“Vonten is an arrogant prick Wes, that book confuses people more than it helps. Burn it, it’s better as kindling. Bachman is the best at Etruscan and Ancient Sumerian, and you already know Ancient Greek and Latin enough not to need a reference.” She said, before frowning as she came to the part about the soulbond. “Wes, what the hell is a soulbond, and why is this referencing my sister and Mr. E.T. having one?”

As Wesley began to explain what they knew so far, Dawn's face began to pale. Oh, this was not of the good. Buffy was gonna wig to the nth degree when she found out.

"Does she know any of this?" Dawn asked, turning around and grabbing more of the pages that were still spitting out of her printer.

"She knows about the bond. I told her this morning." He answered.

"And what, you’re waiting until she gets pregnant before you tell her the rest?" Dawn asked angrily. "You know this is gonna freak her out..."

"Which is why I decided not to tell her." Wes interrupted.

"If you'd let me finish," Dawn snapped, slamming her hand on the desk. "I was going to say this is gonna freak her out, but it would be better if you tell her now." She huffed in frustration. "This just proves how little you guys know my sister. She absolutely will freak and she'll probably fight it at first. Just the idea of her own children having to live the life she has, is not gonna be a happy, joyous moment for her. She's already worried that Joyce or Abby, or maybe even both will be called one day.” Dawn said, before emphasizing her next words, "However, my sister is not stupid, and when push comes to shove, she'll make the right decision like she always does. I get that you’re worried about the Slayer line Wes, we all are, but keeping this from her is not the right way to go about it.”

She heard Wes’s sigh, “I realize that Dawn, but with the bond itself needing to be fulfilled, I thought that was more than enough for both of them to handle at this time.”

Dawn looked at the pages covered in the strange flowing script, similar to the symbols on the first page. Wes was right, it was a language. "We need to find a way to translate this. Do you think this is Clark's language from his home world?"

The line was silent for a moment, before he said in annoyance, “Yes, that’s what I meant when I said I don’t think the language is of this world.”

“Do you think Clark knows how to read it?” Dawn asked.

A sigh came over the line, “I honestly don’t know. I believe he just discovered where he came from, so I don’t see how he could.” He paused in thought and then murmured to himself, “But even if he can’t, perhaps the ship has a historical archive or maybe there is some form of AI technology that could translate it for us.”

Dawn frowned, “What ship?”

As Wesley explained how Buffy and Clark met and the danger Buffy had recklessly put herself in, Dawn found her ire sparking at Buffy’s stupidity. “I’m gonna kill her!” Dawn growled. “She hasn’t done something that reckless since Joyce was born. God fucking dammit, she promised me!”

Wesley sighed. “In her defense, it could have very well been her fate that made her act so rashly.” He paused before saying, “In any case, Clark was there and according to Buffy, he saved her and watched over her after she went into a healing sleep.”

Dawn was quiet as she processed that information. So, she didn’t die, which meant Buffy actively tried to stop it from happening. That was good, she was still getting smacked when Dawn saw her, but at least she hadn’t completely broken her promise from three and a half years ago. It was also good to see that this godlike Champion the prophecy spoke of wasn’t just a creature with a penchant for destruction playing at being a white hat because of a curse. That was a nice change.

“What else do you know about him?” Dawn asked. “I’m assuming you started trying to find him as soon as you started translating this.”

“Well,” Wesley began, “We first caught wind of a possible candidate about a year ago. We’d been monitoring airwave chatter for possible beings with superhuman strength when we caught a lead. A distress call came in about an oil rig off the coast of Canada in flames and about to explode. In that communication there was talk of a man rescuing the crew members aboard the rig and preventing the tower from collapsing on the rescue helicopter with his bare hands.” He paused for a moment, before saying. “We managed to find a few other incidents of him saving people, one that happened when he was thirteen. According to the incident report, his school bus went off a bridge and into the river. Three witnesses stated that a young Clark Kent managed to push the bus out of the water and rescue his classmate.”

Dawn whistled, “So this guy really is the real deal white knight, huh?”

“It would appear so.” He sighed.

“Wes we’re gonna need to access that ship.” Dawn said, looking over a small section of Sumerian that talked about a trial of choice. The rest of the page was in the alien script however, so any clue as to what that meant was beyond her.

“I know,” Wesley agreed.

“Which means, we’re gonna have to tell Buffy and Clark everything.” Dawn reiterated.

She heard Wesley groan, but he conceded nonetheless. “Alright fine, Willow needs to bring them some pendants to stave off the worst of the compulsion the bond is creating. I’ll have her stop by and get you on her way, unless you want me to tell Buffy myself, that is.”

Dawn shook her head, “No, no. I think it will be safer for everyone if I’m the one to do it.” Then she bit her lip in thought, “And don’t bother with Willow, just call me when she gets back. I think I need to do this one on my own.”

“Very well,” Wes agreed. “Willow should be finished within the next few hours. I’ll call you as soon as I know she’s returned.”

“Alright, in the meantime I’m gonna go over this and make sure all the parts I can read are translated correctly.” Dawn said, adding, "Talk in a few," before hanging up.

She sighed, rubbing her fingers along her forehead. "Well fuck," she muttered to herself.

"Everything alright?" Xander asked, coming into the office.

"No, not really," she answered handing him the translated first page of the prophecy.

She watched his eye scan the words before he blew out a breath. "So, this guys an alien?"

"Looks like." She answered.

Xander snorted, "Man the Buffster really knows how to pick 'em, doesn't she?"

Dawn mock glared, before she couldn't contain her amusement at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, you know Buffy. She doesn't do anything by halves."

****<S>**<S>****

As Clark followed Buffy down the hallway, his thoughts were a jumbled mess. He knew she had been trying to reassure him, but her words only had the opposite effect. Were they only feeling any of what they were because of the prophecy and furthermore, given the choice, would she even choose him? She had basically confessed to falling in love with her best friend. The history they had both shared, as disturbing as it was, was an important one to her. She had cared very deeply for this man. How could he ever live up to the memory of a man who had essentially changed a piece of himself for her? Part of him wanted to erase Spike’s memory from her mind, to do whatever he could to drive this man, this demon from her past and another part of him just felt wholly lost. He didn’t want to be anyone’s second best and he certainly didn’t want her to want him only because some guy thousands of years ago decided they were destined. God, he wished his dad was still alive. This would definitely be the type of thing his dad could help him through.

She stopped at a large set of double doors and turned, catching his expression before he had time to school it into a much more neutral one. She blinked in surprise, "Clark...what’s wrong?"

He shook his head, “It’s nothing Buffy.”

Her frown deepened, “Oh no, you definitely have something face. Talk to me. I promise whatever it is, I’ll try to understand.”

Clark shifted uncomfortably, before finally admitting, “I’m just feeling a little unsure about all this.”

Her eyes widened slightly, “Because of Spike?”

Clark sighed, “Well I mean think about it Buffy. You basically told me that you fell in love with your best friend and were willing to marry him for eternity, but the only reason you didn’t is because you were too scared. Would you even look twice at me if he was here now? Are the feelings I’m having for you even real, or is this just destiny trying to force us together?”

Realization flooded her expression, and she quickly shook her head. “I can’t speak for what-ifs, because I would be lying if I answered that either way…” She swallowed, “As for how you’re feeling, I’ve been under love spells before and granted you usually don’t know you’re under one when you are, but if the feeling’s part was being fabricated, we…we wouldn’t be able to fight this like we are. We would have probably already slept together.” She blushed, looking down. “Fabricated feelings they’re false obviously, but they’re very strong…strong enough to make people dangerous. If what we were feeling was a manifestation, you wouldn’t have these doubts Clark, you wouldn’t even realize there was doubts to be had.” She met his eyes then, her expression serious and stoic. “And as for the fear part, I didn’t want to get into it because…” She sighed again. “You remember how I told you that Angelus showed up right when I was starting to get my life back together?”

Clark nodded, “I remember.”

“Well, what I didn’t say is that I was planning on retiring.” She rolled her eyes, “I had this grand plan of going back to school and getting a degree in Art History and moving to Hawaii to open a gallery.” She shook her head, “It was stupid, I know.”

He immediately shook his head, “That doesn’t sound stupid at all.”

Buffy blushed. “I just mean it was stupid that I ever thought it could happen.” She shook her head, “Anyway, I started training a girl named Rayanne when we were first getting the new Watchers Council on its feet. She was bright, witty, resourceful and she already had the makings of someone who could be an excellent leader.” She looked at her feet, her hands clenching. “Me and Giles had agreed, in three-years-time, when Ray was eighteen, she would step in and fill my shoes. Faith didn’t want the position and the only other possible candidate that actually did, I flat out refused due to her inability to get along with just about anyone but Willow. I mentored Ray for over a year and she became…well, like a little sister to me. After the whole General Voll fiasco, I was ready to promote her to Senior Slayer status. She had been on it more than any other girl at the compound, helpful and demanding when need be. She’d fought through a horde of zombies and we came out of it with zero losses. The attack was completely unexpected and if she hadn’t been there, I don’t know what I would have done.” She met his eyes, “I was so proud of her.” Buffy sighed, “A few months later is when the first girl, Alicia went missing, and by the time Ray disappeared, there were already six that seemed to have just dropped off the planet.” She swallowed, “Angelus revealed himself and killed Giles a few weeks later, and almost three weeks after is when we found Alicia. She was the first and youngest to go missing and she was the first he dropped on our doorstep.” Buffy shook her head squeezing her eyes shut, “I knew what he was doing to Rayanne then, and that she would probably get the worst of it because of her association with me. Alicia was just a taste of what Angelus was capable of.” She opened her eyes, meeting his. “I wanted to have Spike claim me so we would be strong enough to save her and the rest of them, and I was scared because I knew I’d be asking for the wrong reasons. I was afraid Spike would know it too and I would only hurt him by asking. Does that make sense?”

It was Clark’s turn to avert his eyes. “Yes,” he said quietly.

She pulled out her phone and began to scroll through it, “Well just in case you have any doubts…” She swallowed, “I don’t even know why I kept this. Angelus loved tormenting me and we didn’t know it at the time but there were several Watchers from the old regime who were very unhappy with the way we were running things. Some of them made deals with Angelus, gave out my email and phone number and my location.” She looked at him, her lips pursed in anger. “One of them would even take video or pictures, documenting my pain for him when he couldn’t be there hiding in the shadows to see it.” She handed him her phone, “I’ve never watched this one, it’s the morning I found Rayanne, he saved her for last. I don’t need to see it, I lived it.” She nodded at her phone, “When he sent it, I didn’t even open it. I just dropped it in an archive and it’s been there ever since.” She shook her head, “I highly recommend only opening the third video file, the one that says, ‘Are you broken yet?’ She met his eyes then, “The first two will be what he did to her. So, unless you feel like throwing up, I would skip those.” She gestured with her chin at the double doors. “I’ll be in there beating on a bag, meet me when you’re done.”

She turned without another word and went through the double doors not looking back. Clark looked down at the phone swallowing heavily, before opening the file. The video began with the image of the front of a house, not unlike the one they were in now, except there was a large tree in front and something very obviously dangling from it. It looked to be sometime in the middle of the night or perhaps early morning, but he couldn't tell either way due to the lights on the house illuminating everything.

The person carrying the camera ran towards the house and a refined British voice in distress yelled, "Ms. Summers, come quickly. I think it may be Miss Stevenson."

The front door flew open and there she was, except she looked nothing like she did now, her eyes were wild, feral even, and she was so pale and sucked up. She looked hollow, worn-down, nothing like the girl he’d spent the last couple of days getting to know. The scream that tore from her lips and the look on her face when she saw what was hanging from the tree, tore through him like a tidal wave of emotion. Clark felt himself growing angry at the Watcher, who was obviously playing both sides. Another man with bleached hair and nothing on but a pair of black jeans came flying through the door next, his eyes wild and worried.

The camera panned and followed Buffy as she ran out to the tree, falling to her knees and screaming again. Clark saw what was in the tree then and his stomach almost rebelled right then and there. It was a young girl, no older than sixteen and the only skin left on her body was on her beautiful face and near her pelvic region. The girl’s expression was frozen in a horrified scream that no one who cared ever had the chance to hear. A large white sheet wrapped itself tightly around the girl’s wrists and tied over the lowest branch, the excess linen draping behind the dead girl as some sort of sick backdrop silhouette for the body hanging lifelessly from the tree. There was hardly any blood to speak of, just a pinkish residue from where the body had touched the clean white linen, which told Clark she had been dead for more than a few hours. It wouldn’t be visible to a human through the recording, but because of his enhanced vision Clark could even see puncture wounds in places and deep gashes from where the girl had been restrained.

The blond man came into the picture then and the Watcher came towards them, circling around so he could see Buffy’s expression, or at least that’s what he assumed the person with the camera was doing. Buffy's mouth was open in silent gulping sobs, giant tears dripping down her cheeks.

“Love,” The blond man whispered in an apparent British accent not nearly as refined as the Watchers Clark had heard so far. The man fell to his knees behind her looking up at the tree. He shuddered as tears sprang to his electric blue eyes. “Don’t look Buffy…please kitten, please go back in the house.”

The man placed his hand on her shoulder, and Buffy turned at the gesture and Clark could no longer see her face as she flung herself into the man’s arms and began to sob harder. “It’s Ray,” she howled. “Oh god, it’s Ray.”

“Shh,” The blond man hushed, rubbing hands along her back in a comforting gesture. “I know,” He choked. “I know, love.”

“We…we can’t leave her like that.” She sobbed. “I-I have to get her down.”

Clark watched the blond man close his eyes and shake his head, “I’ll do it. Go back in the house, please Slayer.”

“No,” Buffy shook her head as Clark caught the silhouette of another man flying from the house and over to them. The sound of retching could be heard, and it took Clark a second to realize the sound came from whomever had just come from the house and seen the body. “It has to be me. Don’t you see, don’t you get it? I knew,” she sobbed. “I knew what he was doing to her and I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, sweet girl, you’ve been trying to find her. We all have. This isn’t your fault.” The man choked.

“It’s not good enough,” She screamed, shoving away from him and falling on her rear, “And it is my fault, all of it! They were called because of me, because I was too chicken shit to just except the power that was offered to me!”

A sob broke from her lips, and she turned looking directly at the cameraman a sudden realization dawning in her hollow eyes. “You!” She snarled, her eyes flashing. “It’s you, isn’t it?” She started marching towards the cameraman.

“Ms.…Ms. Summers,” Whomever was holding the camera stuttered and then she was there, a well-aimed kick flying towards the camera before Clark saw sky for a few seconds.

“I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!” She screamed suddenly hovering over the man, the wild fury in her eyes telling Clark that she had every intention of killing this man, and part of Clark couldn’t agree more. “No one else but an Angelus minion would have called me out here for Rayanne! Everyone else would know better!”

Clark watched as she threw a punch, the sickening sound of cartilage breaking ringing through the speaker as the guy howled in pain. The way her arms were angled next and the gurgling sound through the phone told him she was choking the man before three sets of arms suddenly grabbed her, pulling her off. Clark could hear the man wheeze as he tried to catch his breath while Buffy screamed and fought the three people who had pulled her away. Faith was one of them, and then the blond man, which Clark was pretty sure by now was Spike, and another man, tall, brunet, with an eyepatch. He saw Willow in the distance coming towards them and when she reached them, she touched Buffy’s shoulder before she could react and muttered a few words that sounded like Latin. Buffy suddenly collapsed and Clark realized Willow had put her to sleep. All eyes then turned towards the cameraman.

“Get her in the house, Xander.” Spike growled.

“Uh, Spike–” Xander started to say when Spike turned on him.

“Get her in the bloody fucking house, now!” He snarled, a sound like grinding bone emanating from the man as his voice altered to something more sinister. “I’m not going to kill him.” He said turning back towards the camera as two glowing amber eyes stared at Clark.

“Speak for yourself,” Faith said marching towards the man. “I’ve been getting those fucking emails too.”

“So have I,” Willow said, her eyes black as she stared the camera down.

“We won’t have to kill him,” Spike clarified as he fell in step with Faith. “Angelus will do that for us.”

“How you figure?” Faith asked, her eyes just as enraged as Buffy’s had been.

Spike suddenly sprung forward, his arm reaching out and a ripping sound emanated as the man screamed. His hand came back with what looked like a wad of hair. “This enough Red?”

“Plenty,” Willow said, sudden realization dawning in her black eyes.

“Now,” Spike said, a sinister grin stretching his fanged mouth, to the whimpering man. “The way I figure it, you got three options. The first being, you can go back to Angelus and give him this tape, at which point he finds out we now have a way to track you, and oh trust me Marcus, he will most definitely kill you for that.” Clark heard the man begin to sob, and part of him wanted to turn off the video at that point but couldn’t look away at the furious amber eyes that stared back at the camera. “Option number two, you can destroy the tape and run, which if we’re being honest would be the preferable of the three, but I’m sure you are well aware of the kind of wrath he would bring down on you if he didn’t get to see his almost masterpiece complete, so I’m sure you won’t.” Spike’s hand suddenly flew forward and the man screamed in pain, “Or option three,” He growled, “Where you run like a coward and keep the tape for leverage, hoping that your usefulness hasn’t run its course.”

He suddenly had the camera in his hands, staring directly into the screen his eyes burning into the lens. “Looks like your mole got ousted. This is your last one, Angelus. We’re coming for you and when we’re done there won’t be anything left.” The screen suddenly went black as the video cut off.

Clark let out a trembling breath looking around him and realizing he had slid to the floor at some point, his heart pounding in his chest. God, he didn’t know, he didn’t understand until that moment. That poor girl, no wonder Buffy was desperate. How many girls did she find like that before this one was left for her? How many videos did she force herself to endure before this one was sent, even Faith and Willow had said this wasn’t the first one? Clark squeezed his eyes shut, she had told him, so had Gunn but to see it. She was driven half-crazy by what that vampire had done and he could not blame her for that. What would he do if it was his mother in that position? God, he could only imagine.

He shakily got to his feet, listening as he heard the sound of a fist hitting leather, he walked to the doors and threw them open, not stopping when she paused to look at him. He had to reassure himself that she was okay, that she wasn’t that angry creature that he saw in the video. He went straight to her, his arms coming around her in a crushing embrace before his lips met hers. God, she was so strong, he didn’t realize how much until that moment. Buffy immediately melted into him, her lips parting for him as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She was such a small woman, everything about her was deceptively tiny, except her strength and fortitude both physically and emotionally. To go through what she had and still be able to function on a normal level was just short of a miracle.

He pulled away and looked down into her green eyes, haunted by her past but not dead and hateful like in the video. He bent down and laid his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “I…” He started, “I didn’t…I’m so sorry Buffy.” He whispered, and he could still feel himself trembling. “I didn’t… You hear words like torture, rape, and murder but–”

“They’re not real until you see it for yourself.” She finished in understanding.

Clark sighed, hugging her closely, her head resting against his chest. “I get it now, not…but I understand how desperate you must have been to try and save the girls from that.”

He heard her sniffle, “I didn’t know what else to do. I watched all the others you know, even…even what he did to them. It was my fault, you see; those girls lost their lives because they had a connection to me.” She shook her head, “If they hadn’t been called, they would still be alive today.”

Clark pulled away and used his hand to raise her chin so he could see her eyes, “You blame yourself for every one of them that dies no matter how it happens, don’t you?”

She closed her eyes a shuddering breath hissing through her lips, before she opened them, meeting his gaze head on. “How can I not?”

He sighed, hugging her close again and shook his head. He had no response to that; he didn’t think she should. He didn’t think it was healthy, but he didn’t want to get in an argument about it with her right now either.

They stayed like that for a little while before she whispered, “You’re shaking.”

Clark nodded. “I know, the video…I’m still upset.”

She pulled away, meeting his eyes again. “Do you want me to show you how to throw a punch properly? The heavy bags have been warded well, we can start there.” She looked down, “It will…it will help relieve some of what you’re feeling at least.”

“Yeah,” He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, okay.”

****<S>**<S>****

To say Clark was a fast learner when it came to training would have been the understatement of the year. He was an absolute natural. He moved with precision and grace, sometimes striking so fast she almost didn't see him move.

As of now she was simply holding the bag for him as he got comfortable with the rhythm of landing punches and even with the wards on the bag, she could feel the impact of his strikes. At this rate she would need her suit within a few days to let him get the feel of fighting a moving target. At some point she might even bring him back to Cleveland to put him up against multiple fighters and see how he did.

"Remember to move your feet,” She reminded. "A moving target is harder to hit."

He nodded, bounced on the balls of his feet and struck, the impact of the punch making her bones rattle. "Whoa, nice one Clark." She laughed, "Felt that one in my toes."

He grinned, striking the bag again harder. "You were right," he said casually in between punches. "This does help."

She grinned, "Nothing like getting your aggression out with a bit of violence." And then she blushed, smirking, "Well almost nothing."

He chuckled as he threw a few more punches in quick succession, his own smirk forming on his lips. He had a mischievous look in his eyes and had just opened his mouth to comment when Buffy’s phone rang.

Buffy sighed, releasing the bag. "That will either be Wes or Willow."

It was now around three in the afternoon; Clark had told her he had to pick his mom up at six and it was an hour drive to Smallville from where they were. So, she was grateful that they were going to be able to get this taken care of before meeting his mom.

Buffy walked over to her phone and answered. "Hey Wes," she said in greeting. "What's the haps?"

He was silent for a moment and she could almost hear him roll his eyes at her butchering of the English language. "Willow," He began, "should be there shortly. Dawn would also like to see you. I told her I would call her once Willow was done securing the pendants."

Buffy frowned, “What? Why?”

“Dawn and I have come to the conclusion that one of the languages in the prophecy that I have been unable to identify, is most likely written in the script of Clark’s home world.” He paused, “We are going to need access to the ship, unless of course Clark can read it.”

Buffy looked at Clark and raised an eyebrow, but he quickly shook his head. “Only a few words,” He confirmed. “I think the computer on the ship might be able to translate it though.”

“That’s a negative, Wes,” Buffy answered, beginning to pace. “But he agrees that the computer on the ship should be able to do the job.”

“Very well, I’ll inform Dawn to dress accordingly. The ship is still in the same location I presume?” He asked.

“Whoa,” Buffy said halting her steps, realizing what he was suggesting. “You want us to go tonight? Clark has to pick up his mom from work, Wes.”

“I think it would be for the best. The sooner we get this prophecy translated, the better.” He paused. “Lorne told me I needed to send out more Slayers to India, Kansas, and Metropolis within the next two weeks and I would very much like to know if I should be sending two or a few hundred. If this prophecy gives any indication of what’s to come, I would very much like to know what it is.”

Buffy and Clark exchanged worried looks. “He only told me something was coming for Clark, and we’re gonna need all hands-on deck when it does.”

Buffy watched Clark swallow nervously. “He told me my time for hiding was almost up, but he said it was in the coming month.” His eyes widened in realization. “We need to translate that prophecy.”

Buffy nodded in agreement, “And I need to train you harder than just beating on a bag, which means it’s gonna be eight-hour days from here on out.” Clark opened his mouth to argue and she held up her hand, “We’ll get as much as we need to do in the mornings done, but if for whatever reason we can’t, I would loan you the money before I would let you lose your home.”

Clark frowned, “Buffy–”

“Take it from someone who knows what those kinda money troubles feel like,” She interrupted again. “I think in the scheme of things saving the world is a little more important than pride, don’t you?”

His frown deepened. “You think it’s going to be that big?”

“Lorne said all hands-on deck and it’s you. Someone coming after you has got to be as powerful, if not more.” She watched his face fall and reached out her hand out running it down his arm, “You’ll be ready, and now that we have a general idea of where this stuff might take place, we’ll all be even more prepared.”

“Wes,” she said, addressing the Watcher once more. “Were gonna need Willow to keep close, and I would call Illyria back from Cairo.”

“I agree,” Wesley said, just as a portal opened up and Willow walked through. Her smile melting away at the look on both Buffy and Clark’s faces.

“Uh-oh,” Willow said nervously. “I know that face.”

“Is that Willow?” Wesley asked over the line.

“Yeah,” Buffy said.

“Let me speak with her, please.”

Buffy held out the phone to Willow, who frowned but took it anyway. “Hey Wes,” Willow said in greeting as Buffy walked over to where Clark was standing looking more than a little worried.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

He attempted to smile but he couldn’t pull it off. “Hey, yourself.”

She bit her lip watching him, seeing the turmoil play across his face of having an unknown enemy out there that could be responsible for hurting others when they decided to rear their ugly heads. She didn’t blame him, if she needed to pull out her big guns as Lorne hinted then it could definitely get bad. She was optimistic however, because of what she’d had to face in her past. Clark didn’t have that same luxury.

“I-I know you’re not exactly used to going up against big bads, or having to fight gods,” she started. “But I promise you Clark, no matter what it is we’ll deal with it together. Tonight, I’ll have my sister meet us at your place and we’ll go to the ship and find out what this prophecy says. Whatever’s coming, we’ll deal. I promise you; we won’t lose.”

“How do you know?” He asked, a bit of hope showing in his eyes.

She stared at him seriously, “Because I don’t lose when it’s the world.”

His lips quirked slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something when Willow walked up to them. “Wes wants me to fit you for a suit,” She said to Clark, handing Buffy her phone before saying, “And, he wants to talk to you.”

As Buffy reached for the phone Clark said, “I already have a suit and it’s Kryptonian.”

Both Buffy and Willow blinked in surprise at his words, their voices ringing out in unison. “You do?”

He nodded, “Yeah, it’s on the ship still, but I have one.”

Willow smiled, “Well then, that’s gonna make this quicker. Can you bring it to me? I can enhance it with magic, add some safety features and protect you against the mystical.”

“Will that still work, even if the material isn’t of Earth?” He asked.

“Yeah Wes,” Buffy finally said into her phone, pulling herself away from the conversation. So, Clark already had a suit, she wondered what it looked like.

“So, for the time being I’m going to send fifty Slayers to each location, but keep the others on standby incase things go pear-shaped.” He said, already planning ahead. “I’ll also be moving quite a few closer to all three locations, that way all the girls have backup nearby. I think Willow should stay there at the safehouse that way she’s not far from either of you.”

“And Dawn, Xander, and the kids? They live in Metropolis after all.” Buffy asked.

“Perhaps you should explain the situation to her when she gets there. Staying there at the safe house with Willow might also be a wise move for them.” Wes said, adding, “As well as a few Slayers. I know Faith’s been itching to get out of Cleveland for a mission, maybe she and a few of the other girls should accompany her.”

“Just as long as it’s not Tanya, that girl’s a liability and she doesn’t listen to anyone.” Buffy said.

“I concur,” Wesley agreed. “Only the girls who are focused and dedicated will be allowed to participate in this mission. I would like as little casualties as possible.”

“I agree,” Buffy nodded, “What about the mystics, how many of those can we tap?”

“I have sixty-eight on file, I’ll start making phone calls now.” He sighed. “I’m just glad we have this much to go on.”

“Me too,” Buffy agreed. “I’ll call Dawn when Willow gets done here and tell her where to meet us and to put on her suit and a warm hat.”

“Very well,” he said. “Call me when you know more and I’ll begin the preparations.”

Buffy hung up, walking back over to Willow and Clark as they spoke to each other a bit awkwardly. “So, let’s get this over with Wills.”

Willow quickly nodded opening a small bag she brought with her. “So,” she said quickly. “These were a bit difficult to make since from what we’ve read the compulsion itself seems to be based purely on hormones as well as a need to unite your souls.” She looked at them both, “It took me a little while to find what I needed and even longer to put the spell together.” She sighed, “The pendants themselves will be made out of several crystals used to block compulsion, amethyst, ametrine, chrysocolla, and ruby.”

Willow pulled out two small corked vials filled with multicolored stones and handed them to both Buffy and Clark. “Now, hold out your hands and link your free ones together.”

Buffy and Clark did as she asked, holding their hands out palm up. Willow placed a vial in each of their hands and then covered them with her own hands, closing her eyes and beginning to chant. Buffy immediately began to feel her hand heat up and for a second it almost became unbearable and Buffy even watched Clark wince from the heat. It was gone just as quickly however and in its place were two hard looking marble like multicolored stones with a dark metallic chain that would hang from each of their necks. Buffy heard Willow mutter one more spell that she recognized to be a ward against breaking.

“Well go on.” Willow said smiling happily at her work. “Try them on, see if it worked.”

Buffy quickly slipped the necklace over her head and a sigh of relief left her lips. The sexual tension that had never fully abated her all day finally easing enough to where she wasn’t thinking about sex every few seconds.

Clark had a similar reaction, his face seeming to ease slightly, but Buffy was surprised when he turned to Willow and asked, “You said the compulsion is only based on hormones, does that mean any feeling we have that aren’t sexual are real?”

Willow nodded, “Of course, real love is something that can only be based off of free will. Its why love spells don’t ever work. You can’t force someone to love you.”

Buffy watched amused as Clark seemed to sigh in relief, and then quickly blushed when he noticed her watching him. “Come on stud,” she said hooking her arm through his and dragging him towards the door of the training room. “Let me go grab my stuff before we go get your mom,” a grin creeping over her face as she turned and wished Willow a good night and a promise to catch up tomorrow. “And for the record”, she added quietly as they walked out of the training room. “I still want to jump you, that hasn’t changed even with the necklace on.”

He quickly reached out to grab her arm, but she easily dodged him and took off down the hallway, a blush and a giggle leaving her lips.

Clark was suddenly there in front of her, a crooked and devilish smile on his lips. “Is that so?” And then his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she squealed in surprise.

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hometowns

Rafe and Lola visit each others hometowns.

enjoy this short lil thing... or don’t bestie.

RAFE

“Rafe, honey,” Lola stepped off the plane, a hand shielding her eyes from the blistering sun. Rafe looked back at her with a grin and she continued, “What in the living hell is this?”

Rafe laughed wholeheartedly at her expression and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind, “Welcome to the Outerbanks, baby.”

It was amusing watching Lola deal with the summer heat, a piece of paper in hand to fan herself. Lola scowled at her sweatshirt she was wearing with her shorts, not at all anticipating it would be this hot, “Why did you let me wear this?” She asked in despair as they walked from the landing strip to the car. Rafe looked her over with a small smile and shrugged, “I thought you had a shirt on underneath.” She rolled her eyes and took off the sweatshirt, leaving her in a blue sports bra, “I don’t want to be all sweaty when I meet them for the first time!” She exclaimed when Rafe looked at her in surprise, trailed down her exposed torso.

“Oh I don’t mind, baby.” Rafe smirked slightly, before getting into the car. Lola jumped in and turned on the air conditioning immediately, slumping back in the seat. Rafe purposefully took a more scenic route to let her see the ocean and the small back roads through town. It was hard to keep his eyes on the road when she was hanging half out the window trying to get a good look at the blue water with wide eyes.

“It’s so pretty!” Lola laughed blissfully, letting her fingers twirl in the rushing wind outside the window, her hair blowing around her face. Rafe wished he had a camera to capture the perfect moment but his memory would have to do for now, “And you got to see this everyday?”

Rafe chuckled, looking sideways at her and grabbing her thigh when she started to hang halfway out of the car “You lived next to the beach too!” Lola only scoffed, shaking her head, “Not like this.” Thinking back at her Connecticut beaches and it really couldn't compare to this.

When the car slowed down in front of a beautiful white house she threw on one of her college t-shirts from her bag and followed her boyfriend to the front door, “What if they don’t like me?” she whispered as they stood shoulder to shoulder at the door. Rafe rolled his eyes but stared straight ahead, “shut up, they’ll love you-

The door swung open to reveal Rafe’s stepmother Rose and Ward standing behind her, both with wide smiles on their faces.

“You must be Lola!”

It was safe to say meeting the parents went amazing and Lola was already ‘part of the family’ as Ward said. Wheezie and Sarah were sweet and teased Rafe until his cheeks turned red and Lola snickered at him. Now Rafe was showing her around, and they ended up at the club.

Lola snorted, “You look like you golf,” Rafe turned towards her with an unamused look, “What does that even mean, Lo?”

She shrugged with a grin, “You just look like the type.”

“You look like you couldn’t even hit the ball,”

It was her turn to look offended, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rafe smirked and shrugged as she did, “You just look like that type of girl.”

So that's how the couple found themselves on the course as Lola watched Rafe hit his first ball, it veered much too far to the right and didn’t go nearly far enough. Lola whistled lowly, “ I take it back baby, you must not be the type.”

“You’ve got a big mouth, Lo. Hit your ball.” He pecked her lips as he passed and she stood up with her club and set her ball up. I guess golfing never came up in conversation with the two of them but Lola was from New England, where there was literally nothing better to do in her overly suburban town but go to the country club. Her father taught her how to golf when she was just a little girl and made her go out with him every now and then. She never knew it could be quite the party trick until now.

Lola set her feet in position before sending a wink over to her boyfriend watching her with narrowed eyes. She drew her arms back in the position that had been drilled into her mind her whole life and hit the ball perfectly.

When she turned back to Rafe with a little grin, “I think I hit it, didn’t I?”

It was safe to say Rafe was not amused with her.

Nine holes later, Lola was absolutely crushing Rafe as he just gaped every time she hit the ball.

“Pay up baby,” Lola purred with her hand out, wiggling her fingers as Rafe shook his head in disbelief, “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

Lola shrugged, “My dad plays.” Rafe just shook his head and dug out a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and put it in her hand, “Thank you.” she leaned up and planted a kiss on his mouth, “Now c’mon, let’s go get some ice cream. On me.” she winked at him as they walked out of the clubhouse.

Lola obnoxiously paid for both of their ice creams and now they were walking down the street mindlessly teasing and chatting with each other as Rafe pointed out his favorite places.

“Let’s go home and change. I’ll take you to the beach.” Rafe bumped her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist when her face brightened and she nodded enthusiastically, “Can we swim?” Rafe nodded with a grin, “We can do whatever you want. Tomorrow my dad’s taking us all out on the boat.”

“You have a boat?” Lola asked incredulously to which Rafe just nodded but rolled his eyes at her, “and so do you, lo.”

“But it’s not the same!” Lola groaned all the more excited to be here, “The vibe is just different. You wouldn’t understand.” She shrugged with a grin thinking of her hometown. When they got back to his house they rushed to put on bathing suits before going back out to the ocean. Lola promptly wasted no time sunbathing and ran straight out into the cool water, laughing as she went.

Rafe caught her around the waist and they both fell backwards going under the water. Lola re-emerged first, “I don’t ever want to leave.” she groaned, wrapping her limbs around her boyfriend, “I love it here.” Rafe let out a laugh as her love for his hometown. His hands squeezed her thighs lovingly, “I had no idea.”

“Just wait until I take you to my hometown.” Lola rolled her eyes at him, “Then you’ll understand.”

“Looking forward to it baby.”

LOLA

“Jesus christ it’s cold.” Rafe whining as he crossed his arms when they stepped out of the airport together. Lola looked over at him and his sad winter coat while she was promptly bundled up in her favorite Canada Goose jacket with gloves and a hat, “I told you,”

Rafe just shot her a look before looking for the Uber they ordered to her house, Lola leaned into his side as they leached off of each other for warmth, the later of the two welcomed it greatly. She spotted the car right as Rafe’s teeth started to chatter and pulled him along, shoving him in the car when their luggage was taken care of.

“Welcome to Connecticut, baby.” She said sarcastically and kissed his cold cheek.

Rafe’s eyes widened when they pulled up to her family home. It was normal to her but it was much different than the houses down in North Carolina. The house sat on almost eighty-seven acres with a long driveway up to the front of the house that sat proudly on perfectly mowed grass that her father was always obsessing over. She glanced over at Rafe who only watched in amazement at the car stopped in front of the house finally, “Well?” She asked with a grin, “You ready?”

Rafe could only nod, and climbed out of the car and grabbed their luggage before Lola ran up the steps to the front door and pounded on the oak french doors. They swung open to reveal a woman that was a spitting image of her daughter standing with a faux scowl but it broke out into a warm smile as they hugged each other. Rafe cautiously walked up behind them before her mom saw him and grinned at her daughter, “He’s very handsome sweety,”

“Don’t encourage him, mom.” Lola grinned at Rafe who was then engulfed in a hug by her mother, “Where’s dad?”

Her mom pushed them both inside and Lola snorted at her boyfriend looking up the tall ceilings in awe, “He should be out in the stables I think.”

Rafe cut his eyes to hers incredulously as Lola was beaming with excitement and took his hand, “Stables? You have stables?” Lola nodded enthusiastically as she opened a back door that overlooked the massive backyard that seemed to just go on and on.

“Let’s go,” Lola pushed him towards a set of steps to the ground impatiently and led the way towards the main barn, “Dad!” She yelled when they stepped inside.

“Lo?” An older looking man rounded the corner and Lola ran to hug him as he laughed, Rafe watched feeling a little awkward but waited to meet her father who shook his hand firmly and squeezed his shoulder, “Nice to meet you, son.”

“Daisy?” Lola bounced with excitement to which her father rolled his eyes playfully and pointed outside. Lola snatched Rafe’s hand and pulled him along back into the cold air to see Lola making her way to a massive white horse. She stood on the black fencing and pet the horse with a soft smile.

“You have a horse?”

“Technically we have seven.” Rafe’s mouth dropped open, “But yes, this one is mine.”

“It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Rafe stood next to her, hand shoved into his pockets. Lola elbowed him in the side, “You just never asked.”

“I never asked if you were a horse girl?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled but smiled anyways.

The next day Lola woke Rafe up at the crack of literal dawn with a shit eating grin on her face that only could mean trouble as she climbed to sit on his waist. Rafe groaned, covering his eyes as she slapped then away from his face, “Lo, we are not having sex with your parents room right down the hall. It’s too early.” Lola smacked his chest as he gasped, “Get up, dumbass.”

Lola ended up having to drag him out of the bed and shoved proper clothes into his hands, “These aren't mine-

“Put them on.” Lola pointed to the bathroom and he only sighed, still rubbing his eyes tiredly. Rafe walked out and Lola nodded, satisfied with herself and gestured for him to follow. She opened the door the one of the garages and led him to the opposite side-

“No.”

Lola laughed, “Yes, It’ll be so fun!” She started rummaging through her snowboarding stuff. Her family basically collected the stuff so she was fairly certain there was a board Rafe could use along with the boots.

“I’ve never skied before!”

Lola held up a finger, “Snowboarded.” She pushed a board in his direction, “And it’s good to try new things.”

And that's how Rafe found himself at the top of a snowy mountain as Lola laughed as he fell for the fifth time, “You almost got it!”

“Shut up, Lo.” He climbed back to his feet as she just grinned in adoration, “You were right, you know.”

“About?” She watched him and he shook his head, “It’s a very different vibe,” Lola let out a warm laugh as she remembered what she told him. To be fair it was winter here and they went to his home during the summer but still.

“Now bend your knees.” She ordered and pushed him away from her.

Hours later they were back at her parents house, curled up on the couch closest to the big fireplace. Her parents had dinner reservations leaving the couple to themselves as Lola rested her cheek on his chest, a blanket over the both of them, “”m glad you’re here.” she yawned as he ran his fingers through her hair mindlessly.

“Hey, Lo?”

She mumbled incoherently, almost asleep. Rafe smiled down at her, “I like it here,”

“Really?” She cracked open one eye to look at him and he nodded, “I could get used to this,”

“Oh really?” She sat up straighter with a soft smile, “Even the cold?”

“Don’t push it horse girl,”

Lola punched his arm and he winced with a booming laugh, “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I love you too, Lo.”

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe #lola and rafe #outerbanks

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spine-buster · 4 years

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 8

November 10th, 2019

Aberdeen Bloom was in her hotel room.

The Leafs had lost to Chicago. Chicago scored four goals in the first period. It was a shitshow. And although the boys rallied back late in the third period, they just couldn’t get that fifth goal to send it into overtime and at least get a point. William scored two goals – en route to a hat trick – but didn’t get it. He did get third star of the game though. Aberdeen knew he was trying to impress his parents and show off in front of his brother.

The team was spending the night in Chicago before leaving late tomorrow for Long Island, meaning that Aberdeen had the day off and could actually go and explore. She’d never been, and she knew eight or ten hours was not nearly enough to really explore a city, but she thought about taking a city bus tour that hit all the major sites. Truthfully, she was learning more towards just spending the entire day at the Art Institute of Chicago. It was on her bucket list.

After the stress of travelling and the back to back games, she was tired. She’d taken a long, hot shower before putting on her pajamas and slipping into the hotel bathrobe. With her hair wrapped in a towel, she ripped open a sheet mask and put it on, massaging it onto her face. She texted Kasha, who sent her some pictures and videos of Minerva sleeping on her bed, which calmed her down but also made her wish she was curled up with her cat. Eventually, Aberdeen lay upright in bed, trying to get some reading of Women Talking by Miriam Toews done before she fell asleep.

But then there was a light knock at her door.

She was so tired and so annoyed and so engrossed in her book that she didn’t even bother to look through the peephole to see who it was. She forgot she was in her pajamas and bathrobe. She forgot she had an entire sheet mask on her face that made her look like Jason. She just opened the door, not thinking about anything.

Which made seeing William on the other side of the door all the more frightening.

He had quite the amused look on his face. “Hey.”

She shut the door in his face. She turned around so her back was against the door, internally freaking out, looking around for a means of escape. She seriously contemplated jumping out the window. It was only eight floors – that didn’t mean too many broken bones, right? She could…she could…

“Open the door, Aberdeen,” she could hear him from the other side, his voice low but loud enough that only she could hear.

“No,” she said, having the wherewithal to finally rip the sheet mask off her face and shove it into the pocket of the robe. It was still wet, damn it. A sheet mask wasted.

“Come on, Aberdeen.”

“What are you even doing here?” she asked.

“Would you rather Brendan find me outside your hotel room or would you rather hide me in the shower where he wouldn’t see me?” William asked rhetorically.

Aberdeen’s heart and her mind started racing, thinking that Brendan was on the way down to her room or down the hallway or something. She rushed to open the door and stuck her head out, looking down both ends of the hallway. William, for his part, slipped past her and into her room. “Is he here?!” she asked in a harsh whisper.

“God no. Brendan’s asleep,” William said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s eleven at night, Aberdeen. The man needs his rest.”

She looked back at him practically sauntering into her hotel room and shut the door, locking it behind her for full effect. She crossed her arms to make herself appear angry. William still had an amused smile on his face. “I reiterate my question – what are you even doing here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“Weren’t you going to dinner with your parents and Alex?”

“That’s done.”

“So, like, don’t you want to spend time with your parents?”

“They have an early morning flight to catch to Dallas to visit Jackie at SMU,” he said. “They went back to their hotel and went to bed.”

“And shouldn’t you be doing the same thing?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I wanted to see you, minskatt.”

A blush overcame her cheeks. “Will, this is really inappropriate,” she said, trying to mask it.

“Why?”

“You’re a hockey player in my hotel room,” she felt like she had to spell everything out for him. “If Brendan finds out he’d freak. If Kyle or Peter found out, they’d freak. Hell, if your teammates found out—”

“Even if they did, they wouldn’t say anything,” William interrupted her.

She stopped dead in her tracks. That was not plausible. Any single one of them would go to Brendan in a second if she and Will were caught together like this. In her hotel room. At night. Alone. “I have a hard time believing that.”

“They wouldn’t. They know that I like you, so they wouldn’t.”

Aberdeen couldn’t respond with anything because she could think of anything to say. He flummoxed her constantly. He kept rendering her speechless and she didn’t know what to do about it – didn’t know if she could do anything about it. She watched as he leaned against the TV stand, crossing his own arms over his chest. “I’m asking for a third time now – what are you doing here?”

“Was that a sheet mask you had on your face before?”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

She gave him major side eye. “Moisturizing. The traveling is drying out my skin.”

Will let out a slight chuckle. He looked past her towards her bed, and she followed his eyes and looked behind her. “What book are you reading?”

Was he being serious right now? Had he seriously made his way into her room to ask her about sheet masks and books? Not like she’d do anything else with him. But still. “Women Talking by Miriam Toews.”

“Do women talk in it?”

She audibly scoffed. “It’s about sexual assault in a Mennonite community.”

Will’s face dropped. “Oh fuck.”

Aberdeen couldn’t help but snort as she saw the look on his face. She tried to cover her mouth and her smile but the attempt was futile. He looked so embarrassed and it just brought her so much…well, delight. “God, Will,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back to grab the book. “You are something else.”

“You like to read, then?” he tried to recover the conversation.

“I have a major in English, Will. And I want to become a writer. You can’t become a writer if you don’t read. Well I mean, you can, but you won’t be very good. And beyond that, I’ve made it my goal to read the shortlist of the Governor General Awards and the Giller Prize,” she said. She saw a slightly confused look on Will’s face. “They’re Canada’s highest literary awards. They’re like – well, not really, but you’re Swedish, so – it’s like being a Nobel Laureate, but obviously the Nobel is much more prestigious. I read them too.”

The smile that appeared on his face was so innocent and pure that she wanted to wipe it off his face. She couldn’t handle it. “I remember that you want to be a writer. You told me the first time we met,” he said. Aberdeen shivered. “So what are you doing here with the Leafs?”

“In my quest for any type of job, they were the only ones that called,” she informed him. “No newspapers or magazines came calling, so it was this or bank telling.”

He pushed himself off the TV console, making his way over to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. He looked over at her. “I think you’d make a great writer.”

“Thanks, but you haven’t read any of my writing.”

“Can I?”

“No.”

It was Will’s turn to snort. “Fair enough. Maybe I’ll get to read it one day.”

“I don’t know about that,” she said, smiling down at the book as she held it between her hands, being very careful not to lose the page. “How was dinner with your parents?” she pivoted, not wanting to talk about herself or her writing anymore. “I bet you miss them a lot.”

William shrugged his shoulders. “I’m kind of used to it. When I was a kid my dad would be gone a lot.”

Aberdeen thought the worst. “Why?”

William looked at her weirdly. “My dad was an NHL player, Aberdeen.” He saw the shock on her face and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Do you not, like, google these things?”

“Why would I google your dad? I thought he was just…I don’t know, your dad!” she tried to defend herself.

“Well, he is just my dad—”

“But he was an NHL player,” she said. “What team did he play for?”

“A bunch. He was a journeyman. Alex and I were actually born in Calgary, but then it was Tampa, Chicago, Washington, Boston, New York…then back to Washington,” William listed off the cities he’d lived in. “It was a lot of moving around. A lot of back and forth. A lot of missing dad.”

Aberdeen could never imagine moving around that much as a kid. She was very fortunate to have lived in the same house her entire life, however old and small it was. She knew William’s life growing up was probably very nice – much nicer than hers, in the sense that he had a lot more money with his dad being an NHL player and all – but all of that couldn’t make up for missing your dad because you couldn’t actually see your dad. The first time Aberdeen realized she actually missed her parents was the grade nine orientation retreat her school ran, when she went to a camp in Muskoka for three days and two nights and got eaten alive by mosquitos. She couldn’t imagine that feeling happening over and over again. And not just over and over again…but throughout her entire childhood. “But Sweden is always home?” she asked, trying to brighten up the mood.

“Always,” he replied automatically, resolute in his tone. “In the summers, when we’d be all together in Sweden, and it was just…you know, family time…that was the best. Our house in Stockholm, or our house in the countryside…it was always amazing.”

Aberdeen smiled at him. He was so clearly fond of Sweden and fond of his family. If their Halloween talk didn’t secure it enough, this did. She wondered how much he missed his siblings on a regular basis; how geographically, they were so far away from each other, but in every other way they were so close. Much like she and Siena. She missed Siena every day.

“Hey Aberdeen?” Will’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“You haven’t kicked me out yet.”

She gave him a look. He started chuckling at her scrunched up face, still glowing with moisturizer. “Don’t push it.”

***

November 13th 2019

Aberdeen felt both mentally and physically exhausted as the charter plane landed in Toronto just before midnight. The Leafs suffered another loss to the New York Islanders, John’s old team (who booed him every time he touched the puck, the savages), even though they battled back again from a goal deficit. Will scored. John scored too. But it wasn’t enough. Now, the team was officially on a three game losing streak (okay, technically only two if you didn’t count the shootout loss against Philly). Aberdeen was just…tired. She had the day off tomorrow to prepare for the Major Donor Dinner that night, worked Friday, and then – surprisingly – a full weekend off, since Brendan wasn’t traveling to Pittsburgh.

To says she was looking forward to it was an understatement.

“Who’s driving Aberdeen home?” John asked out loud as he always did when they came back from road trips late at night. She didn’t know if he’d taken it upon himself as the team captain to spearhead the movement, but she didn’t oppose it anymore. If they wanted to be chivalrous, she wasn’t going to stop them.

She usually rode into the city with Morgan, with Bee picking them up. Twice she’d gotten driven back into the city with Saylor and Kasperi. She was fully ready to hear Morgan’s voice pipe up like it always did – especially because Bee was always on time and already waiting for them by the time they landed. She even saw him about to say it, but he was cut off. “I’ve got it,” Will said immediately, not even looking at her. Morgan looked back at him, shrugging his shoulders. That was that.

Aberdeen noticed he drove a Volvo – of course he would, the Swede. She put her carry-on in the trunk and slipped into the passenger seat, waving goodbye at Justin Holl who had parked beside Will and was already backing out of his space. Will slipped into the driver’s seat, starting the car. He looked over at her, the smallest smile on his face. “Hey.”

“Hello.”

“You tired?” he asked.

“I’m exhausted.”

“Good,” he said, backing out of the parking spot, making his way out and onto the street.

“Good?”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while,” he said, a smile on his face.

She side-eyed him. What exactly did he think they were going to get up to in his car of all places? She was wide awake now. “Why?”

“You always have your headphones in on the bus or plane when Brendan doesn’t need you.”

“So?”

“So it’s obvious you like music, and I’ve curated a playlist for this exact moment,” he smiled, fiddling around with his phone. He really shouldn’t have been doing that, since he was driving and it was illegal to do so. Aberdeen looked as he swiped through Spotify quickly, obviously knowing exactly where he needed to go.

“What moment is that?” she asked.

“Driving through Toronto at night,” he said, stopping at the red light. She chuckled slightly to herself, leaning her head back on the headrest and looking out her window. Of all the guys on the team, only Will would do something like this. Bee never made any playlists for driving Morgan home in the middle of the night. Hell, Saylor didn’t either. She was more preoccupied with telling Kasperi the exact details of what she’d been up to while he was gone, or telling him where they were going to go for drinks and oysters after they dropped Aberdeen off. “You ready?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“If you put on Drake to drive through Toronto at night, Will, I swear to God…” she warned.

There was a dramatic pause. The opening notes of Drake’s ‘Passionfruit’ played. Aberdeen overexaggerated her scoff and disgusted face, and William’s infamous laugh was so loud it could be heard over the music. “God, William…” she chastised playfully.

“Oh come on! It’s a good song!” he tried to defend himself.

“It’s one of his better songs, sure. I’ll give you that,” she said. “But what a lousy start.”

Will’s jaw dropped. “Oh, really? You can think of something better?”

“I can think of a million different songs that are better,” she quipped. She looked down at his phone sitting in the little cubby and went to grab it. She scrolled through the list, getting more and more disgusted by the songs and artists he’d added to the playlist. “Your taste in music is awful,” she scoffed again.

“HEY!”

“It’s true!”

“Okay Miss Superior Music Taste—”

“Okay, first of all, if you’re going to choose a Toronto artist to start a ‘driving though Toronto at night’ playlist, it should be The Weeknd,” she began, typing his name into the screen and swiping to add ‘Starboy’ and ‘I Feel It Coming’ to the playlist. “Like, where is Tory Lanez? Where’s Daniel Caesar? And why is it all rappers? This is so stereotypical. You need better music.”

“It doesn’t just have to be people from Toronto,” he said, making a turn. “And it’s all rappers because I li—”

“Seriously, this is awful.”

“You’re really mean when you’re exhausted,” he quipped.

“If it doesn’t have to be just full of people from Toronto then I’m hijacking this playlist and making it good,” she ignored his comment, already swiping her fingers all over his screen and typing in name after name.

Will would glance over occasionally, trying to keep his eyes on the road but finding it hard. She looked so cute concentrating so hard as Passionfruit played in the background. He bit his lip, trying to remain composed. “God, you’re gutting that thing,” he said.

“That’s how bad it is.”

He shook his head playfully. “You better hurry up. Passionfruit’s almost over.” Aberdeen finished off, keeping his phone in her lap as she let Passionfruit end. “It better be good,” he said.

She shot him a playful glare. “It’s awesome, thank you very much.”

As ‘Passionfruit’ ended, ‘Bride’ by San Fermin came on. Aberdeen was immediately pulled into the sounds and beats, closing her eyes and let it wash over her. William, on the other hand, furrowed his brows. “What is this?”

“San Fermin.”

“Who?”

She shot him another glare – how many she’d shot him in this car ride alone, she couldn’t even say. “Can you just listen?”

William gave it about a minute before he began shaking his head again. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

“You’re weak.”

“Put on something good this time,” he said as she picked up the phone again. He switched lanes to get onto the onramp for the Gardiner Expressway. He saw Aberdeen scrolling through the playlist, finally picking a song. ‘Green Light’ by Lorde. “Lorde? Really?”

“Don’t you dare say a bad word about Lorde,” she warned. “She’s perfect. Her music is perfect.”

“You think so?”

“She wrote Pure Heroine at sixteen. Sixteen!” she exclaimed. “I would give my left arm to have written like that at sixteen. I was writing awful, pretentious poetry about stupid boys in my high school at sixteen. And she wrote that entire album!”

William laughed, her clear enthusiasm and love of Lorde shining through in her words. It was adorable. She was adorable. She was many things, but right now, she was adorable. “Is she your favourite?” he asked.

“I have a lot of favourites,” Aberdeen admitted. “But yeah. She’s up there. Do you not listen to her?”

William shrugged his shoulders. “I know Royals. That was the big one, right? That’s basically it.”

“Well, you need to listen more.”

“Not the first time someone’s told me that,” he joked, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

Aberdeen bit her lip. She knew they were in the context of talking about music and her favourite artists, but that was a loaded sentence. When she and Brendan made their way to the locker room after the Islanders game, she could hear Mike Babcock’s voice from down the hallway. She’d watched and listened to some of his post-game interviews, and she wasn’t completely ignorant to the fact that he constantly, constantly, backhand complimented William and his skills. It didn’t matter if William got an assist, got one goal, even two goals – it was like Mike couldn’t say a good word about Will without undermining him somehow. She remembered the season opener, when William told her “I’m used to it” when she asked about it. She shifted uncomfortably in the passenger’s seat. “Will…”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, minskatt.”

She paused to try to collect herself. “What, like…I mean, I don’t mean to be nosey or whatever, or intrude…but what – I mean…like what kind of like—”

“Spit it out, Aberdeen.”

“What’s the issue between you and Mike Babcock?” she finally asked.

Will looked over at her quickly, shocked that she’d asked the question. “Hell if I knew,” he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders. That was a lie – he did know part of it. At least, he thought he knew part of it. “I don’t…I…okay. Last year,” he began, “the 2018-2019 season. It was my contract negotiation year. I went unsigned throughout the summer because I was holding out for a specific number and a long-term deal instead of what we call a ‘bridge’, so like a two or three year deal. I…I didn’t want to be anywhere else but Toronto, no matter what anyone else said. I still don’t want to be anywhere else but Toronto,” he explained. “And so, because of that holdout, I didn’t attend training camp. I didn’t play basically for the beginning half of the season. There…there was a lot of drama. A lot of rumours in the Toronto media – really nasty rumours, some of them. A bunch of talk about trading me. It produced this really…I don’t know, this really toxic, like, cloud surrounding me. A lot of people were angry about it. But I got my deal – I signed on December 1st, the last day legally possible to be able to play.”

Aberdeen thought back to what he told her about his dad. How much Will missed him as a kid growing up because Michael would be travelling for hockey. How much Michael was gone all the time. How every few years, the family would have to pack up and move to a completely different city, in a completely different part of the country, following Michael on his journeyman hockey career. Of course William wanted a long term deal. It was no wonder. He didn’t want to experience what he had to experience growing up – being shuffled around the league – now as an adult.

“The media did their job though,” he continued, breaking her train of thought. “They were relentless. Malicious. They turned a lot of people against me – a lot of fans who were influenced into thinking I was a spoiled Swedish brat. Overhyped, overpaid, waste of money. A plug. Getting in the way of hiring a good Canadian boy, forgetting the fact that I was born in Calgary,” he almost smiled to himself, shaking his head. “So…I don’t know. I guess Mike didn’t get over my holdout. Maybe he feels bitter about it. Maybe he thinks I’m selfish, that I shouldn’t have held out. Maybe he thinks I’m an overhyped, overpaid plug taking a spot from a good Canadian enforcer or something. But it’s all hypothetical. It’s all maybes. I can’t tell you why, exactly, he always says those things.”

Aberdeen didn’t know any of this. She didn’t know William held out on his contract. She didn’t know there was a portion of the city that hated just him specifically. She didn’t know about bridge deals, long term deals, and about him wanting to be in Toronto – nowhere else. She didn’t know any of it. And that’s when she finally realized: that was her exact problem. This was why she kept making careless comments that made Brendan so upset. She didn’t know anything about the team; she didn’t know anything about its members, how they got to Toronto, how they liked being here. She didn’t know the history and barely took time to learn.

“You need to walk into this building everyday knowing and understanding the history of this hockey club beyond just the surface level and what Brendan tells you,” Kyle told her after she went crying to him like a baby. “But you already know what to do, Aberdeen. You just need to find it within yourself and do it.”

She needed to understand the team as an institution, but also as a group of guys creating and carrying on the legacy of that institution.

Now she knew.

“That’s awful,” she said, considering everything he told her. She couldn’t believe a coach would hold something like that against a player. “You…you don’t deserve that, Will. Any of it.”

“I know,” he said, nodding his head slightly. “You don’t have to tell me that, minskatt. Mike’s just…listen, he’s a good coach – a great coach. I mean, he’s won two gold medals. And he has a very specific system—”

“William,” she interrupted him. He looked over at her. “Don’t make excuses.”

He smiled at her – a true, genuine smile. And as he did, the opening notes of ‘Style’ by Taylor Swift began to play, and a shiver ran up Aberdeen’s spine. She had to look away – had to – because if she looked any longer at him, she would spontaneously self-combust. That, or lean over the centre console and do something she would immediately regret. As she looked out the front, she saw them approaching downtown – all the lights and the skyscrapers illuminating the city, and the CN Tower lit up brightly in red. “This is my favourite drive,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“This is my favourite drive,” she repeated, speaking up. “This…the Gardiner going into the city. Swerving through all the buildings. All the lights. And this song is perfect for it. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

William continued to smile at her, looking between her and the road as ‘Style’ continued to play. The riff, the beat…everything was perfect. She was busy focused on the view, and on the beat of the song, singing it lightly to herself, her voice getting above the volume of the song only minimally. She even took out her own phone and began recording the drive and the lights, no doubt to post on Instagram later. She looked perfect. She was perfect, at least to him. He needed to utilize every ounce of self-control he had in him as he continued to watch her. “This is really hard,” he said out loud, breaking somewhat.

“What? Listening to Taylor Swift?”

He laughed. “No. All I really want to do is reach across the dash and hold your hand but I know I can’t.”

She blushed, looking down at her hands instead of looking at him. She always had a few rings on – a few dainty ones, stacked, and one her mom gave her that once belonged to her grandmother – and she began playing with them nervously. He signalled to get off at the appropriate exit. “Will…”

“I know, I know,” he said. He was biting his lip down, hard, probably to stop him from saying or doing anything else. “I’m sorry.”

The rest of their ride was silent, since it wasn’t much longer until he reached her condo. When they finally arrived, she made sure he knew he didn’t have to get out of the car when he popped the trunk for her to get her carry-on. She rolled it back to the passenger window. “Thanks for the ride Will,” she smiled.

“Will I see you at the dinner tomorrow?” Will asked out the window, leaning over the centre console.

She paused for a second. He knew about that? She thought it was an office personnel only event. “You’re going?”

“Of course I am,” he smiled.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you are.”

“Brendan likes to shuffle some of us out as a surprise for the donors. It’ll be me, John, Jason, and Mitch,” he explained quickly. “So I’ll see you there?”

“Yes. You’ll see me there.”

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puckngrind · 4 years

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What’s In A Name:8 - J. Toews

Chapter 8

Where we left off: Bekah accompanied Jon to the NHL100 Gala and he suggested they could live in Chicago together.

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,396

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His season ended in round 1 and anyone could see the disappointment all over Jon’s face for the first few weeks after being knocked out in four games. Bekah came to game 1 and wore the jacket he bought her with his name and number on the back. The conversation from LA still hung over their heads but was not discussed by either with the end of the season. Work was crazy for her and summer flew without seeing Jon much. She did take a Friday off in August to take the long weekend go see him at home in Canada. She could see why he spoke about home the way he did. It was peaceful even with the sounds of slap shots waking her up one morning. She toed out to the kitchen to see coffee already made and prepared to her liking of a splash of honey and cream. She hummed while taking the first sip realizing it was exactly how she made it. The large window in the back eliminated source of the sounds echoing through the house. Jon was working out on his mini rink in the backyard. She opened the door with nothing on but one of his old, warn UND shirts on.

“You are crazy Tae!” Bekah emerged with coffee in hand leaning on the railing of his deck. Jon laughs and starts to make his way to her.

“Determined is usually the adjective used Beks.” His sweaty lips dip down and brush against hers. “Determined. Also, good morning.”

He was very determined to get her to Chicago. He knew she loved the city but the conversation in LA was looming over every discussion of a weekend with him. It took a ton of effort for Brynn convincing Bekah to go for the Blue Jackets and Blackhawks game in October. She helped Bekah wiggle some of work accounts during a few lunches and wouldn’t stop talking about it until they booked their flight. Bekah was working so hard that she resisted at first but Jon was thankful for Brynn’s persistence got her to his city.

Brynn rolled her eyes when Bekah walks in from the parking garage in her playoff jacket within Toews airbrushed across the back and a I heart Chicago T-shirt under. “I’m happy for you friend but you are an Ohioan damnit!” Brynn laughs and links arms with Behkah so they can head to the arena.

Jon scored and had an assistant handing the Blue Jackets a lose. Brynn laughs as the two friends embrace near the locker rooms and head their separate ways. “Have fun you two.” She waves more at Jon than Bekah.

“Nice game Tae.” Bekah looks up at Jon as he takes her under his arm.

“I felt your energy, Baby.” He kisses her lips. “Let’s head home.” The words lingered but weren’t touched by either one.

Bekah loved the way Jon smelled post game. It was intoxicating especially as he pressed into her making her legs push hard into his ass while she moaned out his name loudly.

“Come on Beks.” Jon encourages feeling Bekah’s orgasm coming. His not far behind. Bekah’s back arches up and he works faster. Reveling in the way their bodies moved in sync.

“Jon, I...” She moans out while her toes curl tightly into his legs.

“Merde Beks! Je t'aime.” Jon grunts out as he climaxes and collapses into Bekah’s trembling body.

“Uh, what did you just say?” Bekah tries to catch her breath. “Tae?” Jon whinces realizing the gravity of his words. “Jon.” Bekah tries to move him but he just lays with his head in her neck attempting to catch his own breath. “Jonathan! What the hell did you just say?”

“It was French Beks.” He finally moves so she can see his face.

“You orgasmed in French? You’ve never... have you ever... wait. What did you say?” Bekah questioned.

Jon’s mind and heart are racing. Of course he loved her. But saying it in French while cuming wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to tell her for the first time especially when they hadn’t established anything beyond exclusivity. “Babe, I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I swear I heard t’aime. Isn’t that love?” Bekah feels the heat coming to her cheeks. Her hand swiping at sweat on Jon’s hairline.

“Beks. Maybe. I don’t tend to remember what we say in the moment. Plus my brain is hardwired for both languages. Remember, I learned French first.” Jon searches her eyes and sees a smile appear.

“Well that was new. I didn’t hate it but it was new.” She kissed his lip tenderly. “Does it mean something when you brain switches like that?”

“I don’t think so mainly comfort I guess but we’ve been pretty comfortable for awhile. Seriously Beks. I don’t think I’ve ever done it before, ever.”

“Interesting.” Bekah struggled her shoulder out of not understanding before kissing his lips and Jon was thankful for the dropped conversion.

Work picked up for Bekah again. Her firm was given the task of the Cannonball for the CBJ foundation. As the marketing department she was stressed. She took a few days at Christmas and spent them in Chicago. His family didn’t join this year because of the schedule but he was thankful to see her in the mist of maybe her biggest project yet. All-Star break came and went. Jon didn’t make the All-star team so he came to Columbus and spent time with her but mainly in bed then she was off to work. Brynn didn’t mind when he suggested lunch out and invited her knowing they had a standing lunch date.

The week of Cannonball Brynn walks in with flowers. “These were delivered for you.” Bekah could hardly see her tiny best friend over the ginormous bouquet. Bekah’s eyes bug out of her head when her eyes adjust to them. She has only received flowers once at her office and it was when her grandfather died and they were from Brynn and Derek not her boyfriend. Jon sent her flowers for her birthday but to her apartment and not to work.

“Holy shit Rin!” Bekah gets up to grab the flowers and places them on the ledge behind her desk.

“There is a card.” Brynn points towards the center of the roses. “I didn’t read it. Still sealed.” Brynn’s face lights up as Bekah fishes out the note and opens it.

To the purrdiest lady at the ball,

You have worked so hard and I’m so proud of you.

Always, Tae

Bekah’s heart skips a beat and her face has a smitten smile across it.

“Does he always end his notes that way?” Rin questions.

“What? Huh?” Bekah rereads the card and looks at her best friend puzzled.

“Always, Tae. Does he always sign things like that?” Bekah just nods gliding her fingers over the text. “Very similar to that tattoo you have isn’t it.” Brynn flicks her finger to Bekah’s left side where the Always yours tattoo was.

“He’s done it before seeing the tattoo.” Bekah’s brain remembering the note she kept in her wallet from when he gave her his jersey. Butterflies erupt in her stomach thinking about the similarities.

“Yeah, just adding to the list of your no name thing there Bekah.” Brynn breaks the silence caused by Bekah’s realization. “Those flowers are stunning! I’m gonna let you call that handsome man.” Brynn waves from the door and Bekah turns to inhale the arrangement of red and white roses.

She picks up her phone and calls Jon.

“You didn’t have to but they are beautiful. Thanks Babe.” Bekah hardly let’s him say hello.

“Oh, well deserved. You worked your ass off for this western rodeo campaign and I just wish I could be there to push you across that dance floor, Beks.” There was a silence that they both let happen.

“I miss you.” Bekah finally whispers.

“I miss you too Beks but I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

Cannonball got Bekah all nervous. She ended up wearing the same dress that she did for the NHL 100 gala with some major convincing from Brynn. “You worked hard, that dress is amazing why not wear it and we can enjoy ourselves.” It definitely didn’t go with the theme and Bekah considered if it was too much for an event she was technically at for work. The fundraiser was perfect. Being country themed the players showed up in hats and bolo ties. About half way through Bekah felt the weight of the project lift off her shoulders as she started to mingle among some of women from the Chicago trip and the team. Her comfort level in the hockey world had dramatically changed and even Seth Jones noticed it when they were talking. He had run into her and Jon at the All-Star game in 2017 that became the focal point of the conversation. Bekah crawled into bed way later than she expected and didn’t wake up until her phone was ringing before her alarm.

“Hey Tae!” Bekah knew it was only Jon calling that early.

“Why the fuck do I see Josh fucking Anderson’s arm around you on Twitter?” Jon chokes out through his teeth.

“Huh?” Bekah sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“I was looking through the tag from your event and scrolled to see a picture of that cocky new call up Jacket with his fucking arm around you. Bekah... I... I....”

“You need to breathe Jon. No one had their arm around me especially Josh.” Bekah grabs her tablet from the nightstand to find this picture. The mention of Josh’s name made Jon almost growl.

“Well it sure as hell looks like he’s all cozy with you.” Bekah can tell Jon is pacing the floor. She hears the hard thud of his feet even over the phone.

“Jon! We. You and me, we are exclusive. I’m not seeing or talking or flirting with any other man.” Bekah scrolls as Jon breathes heavily into the phone. She finally sees it. From the angle of the photograph it does looks like Josh’s arm is on the small of her back and not whatever he was propping himself on. A small smirk on Josh’s face as she is talking to Seth. “Jon, Honey, I’m looking at the picture right now and I was just talking to the boys. Seth was asking about what part of the All-Star game I enjoyed since he saw us in LA. The conversation was about YOU,Tae.” Bekah waits and hears Jon swearing in both French and English. “Jonathan Bryan Toews calm the fuck down. You have a game tonight and you cannot be all like this.”

“Like fucking what Bekah? Pissed that my woman is looking like she’s talking to another man and one that is in my profession and one that I have to play soon. Pissed that we won’t call this what it fucking is because we live in different states or are scared or whatever it might be? My head hasn’t been in the right space and it’s hard to lead a damn team when I’m this way.” Jon stops pacing and can hardly hear over booming from his pulse in his ears.

“I... I don’t know what to say Jon.” Bekah feels the prick at the corner of her eyes.

“Well maybe you need to figure that out. I need to get to the rink and settle down. I’ll talk to you later Beks.” Jon hisses and hangs up. Bekah pulled her pillow over her head and starts to cry. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying but she just did it. Jon’s word echoing in her thoughts as she did.

The two texted a few times in the next few weeks and even Brynn could feel there was something off. “Bekah, he’s coming in town tomorrow night after their home game. You need to talk to him.”

“Rin, please don’t.” Bekah looks up from the salad she’s just pushing around with her fork.

“Call what you two have whatever you want but it’s something and in the last few weeks you’ve been a puddle of a human instead of the annoyingly hot for Toews bestie I’ve come accustomed to. You two make each other better you know?” Brynn stares into her best friend’s eyes seeing all the confusion that was stirring.

“But Rin.” Bekah whispers.

“Just go talk to him.” Byrnn spells out and Bekah knew she was right.

She texted Jon asking to meet in the lobby. He said he had a late team meeting but could slip out for a moment. Bekah’s heart beat faster and her cheeks flooded red when she sees him walking towards her.

“Hey Beks.” Jon leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” Bekah blurts out.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jon stands close but not too close. “What’s up?”

“We haven’t seen or talked to each other in awhile.”

“Yeah, we’ve been busy.” Jon rubs the back of his neck looking down at her and she sees his pocket buzz.

“I... I... fuck... why is this hard?” Bekah whispers almost to herself as Jon’s pocket buzzes again.

“Beks, I don’t know but I really have to go. Tomorrow night, after the game I’ll meet you down in the tunnels like always okay?” He dips down and kisses her cheek before jogging off.

Bekah shook off the odd exchange and the next day wore her Toews jersey as she had been doing the last few seasons. Brynn’s eyes were bright when she got into Bekah’s car and saw the familiar jersey but said nothing. The ladies were closer than normal for this game and when Jon skated by during warmups she saw a slight smile across his face.

The game was not great and Bekah could swear she saw Jon push Josh after the whistle and words were exchanged but when Brynn said she didn’t see anything she wrote it off as paranoia. The Blue Jackets won and when Anderson scored in the third Bekah felt Jon’s eyes on her while the entire arena erupted in cheers. After the game, as always, Bekah waited for Jon between the home and visitor’s locker rooms. Bekah getting chirped by a few of the player who saw her in the Toews jersey and recognized her from Cannonball. Bekah sees Jon and starts toward him. His expression soft as he makes his way to her.

“Bek-caw!” A booming voice behind her calls out. She turns to see Josh with his hands to his mouth. Seth, and Boone behind him in the tunnel. The boys all wave and she waves back then turns to see Jon standing in front of her. A grimace now flooding his face.

“Ready?” Jon pulls his arm tight around Bekah and she felt his whole body was tense.

“Yes, Tae. Let’s get outta here.” Bekah squeezed Jon and the two made their way to his hotel room. Once inside Jon drops on the bed kicking off his shoes but fully clothed in his suit. “I’m sorry Tae.” Bekah curls up into him and she can feel the tension radiating out of him. Jon finally groans and moves their bodies. Stripping Bekah’s clothes off first then his own in almost silence. Just the sounds of movement and kisses filled the air. He slinks down her body and presses his tongue into her core.

“Fuck Jon!” Bekah jumps and he presses his hand down at her hips to keep her body in place. He’s relentless and doesn’t let up after an orgasm rips through her body. His fingers curling into her as he sucks and flicks at her clit. Bekah yells out his name as the second orgasm crashes over her with even more of an intensity than the first. Jon only let’s up for a moment while he adjusts her legs and slams his throbbing cock into her. The room now filled with curses and moans. Jon biting at Bekah’s shoulder while she claws at his back. He thrusts hard into her then stops. Her eyes that are screwed shut fly open and the intensity of Jon’s eyes was a lot to take. Pupils blown, the look of want and a hint of something she couldn’t put her finger on before he rolled his hips out and slammed back into her. Bekah’s hands fly up to brace herself with the headboard. Jon’s hands move so he’s on his elbows with his lips ghosting her lips. “Mine.” He whispers then presses his lips on hers. Bekah feels Jon twitch deep inside of her which causes her body to climax again. Jon rolls off of Bekah. His hard expression softens and he kisses her then heads to the bathroom. She expects him to return but when the shower turns on she pads over to the bathroom.

“Tae?” Bekah looks into the shower and Jon’s forehead is pressed against the tile and the water is running down his back. He doesn’t move or answer. “Baby?” Bekah enters the shower and wedges herself between the shower wall and his body. Jon’s eyes closed and her hand comes to cup his cheek. “Jon?” Bekah runs her thumb across his cheek.

“I’m sorry Beks.” He opens his eyes and looks at her.

“Sorry for what?” She keeps her hand in place and blinks the spray from her eyes.

“For everything Beks. For everything but I’ll start with my behavior in bed just now.”

“Jon.” Bekah goes to kiss his lips and he moves.

“Let me finish. I got jealous. I got pissed off. I didn’t talk to you. I have let you and my team down. I just...” Jon takes a deep breath.

“Jon, let’s get out of the shower and talk okay?” Jon nods his head and let’s Bekah lead him out. She dries them both off and snuggles into his chest in bed.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and runs his hand down and up her arm then pulls her body flush with his.

“You keep saying that.”

“I mean it.”

“And the jealousy thing?” Bekah looks up at him.

“I couldn’t see beyond a poor camera angle and got angry that these local guys could see you almost daily. That they could easily have you if they wanted to.”

“But they don’t and they won’t.” She reassures him. “And the whole mine thing?” Bekah whispered out and rubs her shoulder.

“Fuck Beks did I hurt you?” Jon kisses the spot that already looks like it’s bruising.

“It was in the heat of the moment and I’ll be fine. But Mine Jon? The possessive sex thing isn’t exactly you.”

“I know. I just... fuck.... fuck... fuck.”

“You fuck?” Bekah laughs. Jon sits up on his elbow and looks down at Bekah.

“Bekah. I love you and I know we said we aren’t naming this but I love you and I’m a fucking idiot for not telling you this years ago.” Jon leans down and kisses her lips.

“Jon...” Bekah breathes out.

“And not just love. I don’t want to live without you honestly. When we leave each time it gets harder. When that hint of cinnamon smell from your pillow is gone I find myself in the kitchen trying to replicate it but it’s your smell. You. I want you. I want you to come to Chicago, run my new foundation, build a life with me, together. Je t’aime Rebekah. I said it once before and didn’t realize then that I meant it but I do.” He drops back down so their faces are inches apart.

“Jon.” Bekah places her head on his chest. He combs his fingers through her wet hair.

“You don’t have to say anything Beks. I don’t want you to say it back unless you mean it. I’m okay with being just this. Okay? Just know that’s what I want is more and if you don’t then we keep doing what we are doing but if you consider even a little bit of what I just said that we can start slow and not all at once. I’m in this for the long haul Beks.” He hand glides under her chin and slowly moves it to look her in the eyes and kisses her lips again.

“Okay.” Bekah quietly says.

“Okay? Okay to what Beks?”

“Okay....”

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totallypathet · 3 years

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Episode Five

So I've been pretty disappointed with Drag Race this year (the pointlessness of episode 1, not having anyone go home until episode 4, the insistence to have a ~gag~ all the time, etc), but I love a ball challenge, and I wanna talk about it, so here we are 😂

I'm not even talking about that mini challenge, it was super dull and just weird. And ultimately didn't even mean anything? Like the winner didn't even get more time to pick materials for the ball, or anything? Super weird.

I think bags is such a cool idea; there's so many different materials that can be used, different colours and ideas and styles, I love it. I also like that they kind of went outside the box with a "pun" look, like it literally gives everyone the space to do whatever they want, and be funny. I loved seeing everyone's different interpretations and sense of humour as well. The Miss Moneybags look, they do everytime, I'm okay with that, I love seeing a sleek chic eleganza. I just wish they hadn't done this weird thing with the Coach bags??? Let's just be honest, Coach bags are ugly. And super boring. I do not understand them being forced to carry an ugly clutch, so I will be excluding all of those bags from my outfit critiques.

1. Denali

I loooved Denali's high fashion crash test dummy! I think "airbag" was a little bit of a reach, but I'll forgive it, she looked utterly incredible. That beige colour of the suit was so ugly, but I feel like it was meant to be? There's something so fashion to me about taking something that ugly and making it cool and sleek. And paired with the black & bright yellow? Chefs kiss.

Her second look was very Cruella DeVille, loved it. I loved the fascinator, I loved the long fingernail with the cigarette holder, and I loved that it was trousers with a big cape instead of a dress. It made it feel so modern, and so elegant. I was living.

I was kind of confused by her bag look. I love that she made this structure over her head out of bags (I assume handles?) That was super cool. I loved her face, using gems to make a Dia De Las Muertas sugar skull was a really cool idea. The dress just seemed a little...boring? Maybe I'm being unfair, they had a day and it had to be made out of bags, what am I expecting? I don't know. I kind of wish maybe there were more gems on the dress because she's used them on her face? I think my misgivings is that there just seemed to be a disconnect between the trellis & her face and the dress. From the neck up it was so cool and fashion forward, and then there was just a cute little dress? Not sure. I mean look, I'm super impressed that she made it, she did a good job in the time they were given, she did the assignment. Tick.

2. Elliott with Two Ts

You know what, I actually really enjoyed gift bag. Was it an incredible look that I gagged over and I'm going to be thinking about for days? No. Was it really cute and did it fit the challenge? Yes. Fair play to her, I respect it.

The moneybags look though? Seen it a thousand times. Seen it done infinitely better than that. Cool, you threw on an 80s power suit, and? I also feel like she walked in wearing that jacket. Come on Elliott, step it up.

I was thinking she was going to be in the bottom...then she came out in that third look. You're telling me that was a beanbag?! And she made a three piece outfit out of it?? In a day??? And it looked like that???? Shook. That jacket was so stunning, the attitude was perfect. Co-ords are very in fashion at the moment, we love a three piece in the same print. I'm so impressed by this third look. But it does make me question the first two - why is it that a look you made in one day out of a beanbag is leagues ahead of two looks you had time to plan and execute perfectly?

3. Gottmik

Body bag was everything. I loved it. My one thing is that I wish she'd kept that clear bag-jacket on just a little bit longer, maybe taken it off when she hit the end of the runway. It was a really cool part of the look and it didn't get it's full moment. Otherwise, it was perfect. Head empty, just love for Gottmik.

Okay, we can pack it up now - noone is ever going to top this look. This moneybags look is genuinely (I think) the best look that has ever been down the runway in 13 seasons of Drag Race, 6 seasons of All Stars, 2 seasons of Drag Race UK, and 1 season of Drag Race Canada. I literally applauded in my living room. The suit and the fringe, but that cut out for the bra, and the crystal pinstripe, and the e-girl hair, and the wide leg pant... everything about it was perfect. I could rewatch that runway for hours.

I was actually underwhelmed by her third look. I feel like, if it hadn't been a sewing challenge, if this had just been a fashion runway, or a rave runway, I would have absolutely loved it. I just feel like it was a bit low effort for a sewing challenge. It is very fashion, it's very chic, it's very modern, but it looked like she just cut triangles from those silver bags and stuck them down her leg. Knowing she went to fashion school, I just was expecting something more from a construction point of view. Its a shame, because her first two looks were absolute tens, and then this just didn't match up for me. I also wonder, would she have gotten away with this if she wasn't skinny? I don't buy that the judges would have gagged over it if it was on someone else's body.

I'm glad that she won, I think that second look alone deserved the win, but I just was disappointed by the third look. When you saw that and Utica's look side by side, it just showed up how much more Gottmik could have done, and I just think she cut herself a bit short. But it was still a great look, and she deserved the win!

4. Joey Jay

IV bag was...a choice. It was cool, in that nobody else did it, it was outside the box, and I appreciate that. It just didn't feel very well thought out. She had that deflated party city nurse hat on, and I was like are you the nurse or the patient? And she was talking about syringe armour, but there was like 6 syringes haphazardly hot glued on, and then the ivy leaves? I was just confused. When Carson made the IV/ivy connection, I got it, and then Joey was like "no, just the IV bag"? So why the ivy leaves? I was confused. Didn't enjoy it.

I didn't love her second look either. It was...a jacket and leggings. It was a nice jacket, don't get me wrong, but I feel like I could buy that look. In fact, I feel like I could make that look out of pieces I already own. Underwhelming.

That third look though. If Lala Ri's look hadn't been out there, this would have been the worst look of the night. It was so boring. You know what else? It looked like umbrellas. If this had been an umbrella challenge, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. But this was just. Awful.

She deserved to go this week. All three of her looks were underwhelming, her lipsync was just okay, it was her time.

5. Kandy Muse

Bag of tricks was cool, I love that she did actually bring some magic tricks to the runway, and I love that the bag became a cape! I just wish she'd leaned more into a magician look, as opposed to the rabbit. It just didn't feel like she went quite far enough.

I loved her interpretation of money bags! One of my favourite looks of the night. It was so different to what everyone else did, it was so modern, and so clever. The wig, made out of money? Amazing. The notes on the ends of her suspenders? Inspired. The dollar signs on the sunglasses? I loved it. This for me is the best thing Kandy has worn so far, I loved it. I think, without this look, she would have been in the bottom three. If the other two looks had been on par with this one? She would have won.

Kandy. Baby. What was that third look. I give her credit for the top, and the bra being two toned. It looked like there was some good construction there. But the skirt? Honey that was backpacks hot glued to a belt, and I'm not buying it. I was tossing up her and Tamisha for bottom three, because that look was honestly just bad.

I do love that Kandy is confident - although I agree with Tamisha and sometimes she crosses into arrogance - but also you've got to recognise when something is not good, and this wasn't good. When you just think that everything you've done is great because you did it, you're stepping into delusion.

6. Lala Ri

Bag of bones...yeah okay. I did really enjoy the mermaid silhouette being made of the sack at the bottom, that was a cool idea. I just wish she'd made more of the bones? Like I wish she'd made a sort of exo skeleton thing, like had a spine on the back, made a ribcage out of finger bones, had a big shoulder pad made of shoulder bones (the big flat ones, I know they have a name, but I failed biology at school). It just felt a bit rushed. If that had been the one she made, I would have been super impressed with it, they only get a day; but they had time in advance to get these designed and made. It just could have been so much more.

I loved her money bags look! I think it was one of my favourites of the night. It was so beautiful, so well put together, I loved the pairing with the shoes, and she actually was one of the only ones to make that Coach bag look decent. And I love a bald queen. There's not a lot of queens who would be brave enough to go bald with a look like that, but it just added such power and beauty. Absolutely adored it.

If I had "made" what Lala Ri made... I don't think I would have been able to walk it down the runway. I give her credit for actually walking in something that heinous. I just don't understand what she was thinking! Like she knew that she didn't have enough of those bags, so why didn't she take it apart and start again? Why didn't she go and pick up some more materials and do something else? Everything about this was just a nightmare. I feel like I could have made that in 5 minutes. I feel like I could have made something better in an hour. I love Lala so much, but my god she deserved to be bottom 2 this week! She pulled it out in the lipsync, she is an amazing performer. I'm just disappointed in what she made, it literally looks like she got dragged through a bag hedge backwards. I expect to see better next week, Lala!

7. Olivia Lux

Punching bag was gorgeous, but its such a shame Symone had already done basically the same look like 2 episodes ago. It was beautiful, and she looked stunning (as always), I just felt sad for her that this had already been done this season. Also, having seen other photos of her in this look, where she had a black eye and a busted lip, I wish she'd done it more like that. Symone already gave us the model version, I wish Olivia had given us more of a gritty post-fight look - with like messed up hair, a black eye, maybe some rips in the clothes, just something to distance it from what Symone did.

I loved her second look. It was a power suit, but with a beautiful modern twist! I love the cape jacket and capris, it was so chic! And I love that the lining of the Cape matched the tie, that level of detail is what I love about Olivia. It was such a smart choice, and she was the only other queen to make those Coach bags look good 😂

Her third look, it was okay. I love Olivia, but it was a bra and panty. I give her credit for the sleeves, I loved them, but I just wish she'd done a little bit more with the bodice, and added something on the bottom maybe? She looked beautiful, she always looks beautiful, I was just hoping for something a little more.

8. Rosé

I loved bagpipes! Very cool look, very Rosé, she's already told us about her Scottish heritage, this is really on brand - perfect. No critiques; it was clean, well done, she looked beautiful, tick.

I think Rosé was unfortunate that she came out right after Gottmik. I dont know if her look, by itself, was actually that bad, but when you put it next to what Gottmik did, it just looked so boring. And also, 80s powersuit look, again. It was cute, it fit her nicely, but it wasn't fashion or eleganza. It was really disappointing for me.

I really enjoyed her third look, I loved the movement she created with those round bags on the bottom. Again, I feel like she did the assignment, she looked beautiful. I dont know that I would have put her in the top this week. I feel like every look just had something missing.

9. Symone

Funbags was cute! She played it up really well, presented it in a fun way. It was a beautiful dress as well, the feathers of the bottom was a lovely touch. Did she look beautiful? Absolutely. Was it the best look on the runway? No. I liked it, I didn't love it. We've seen better from Symone.

Her second look? This is the level I expected from Symone. The second she turned the corner, I loved it. So sleek, so fashion; it's exactly what I picture the CEO of a Gen Z fashion house to be wearing. I just loved it. This look, for me, saved Symone from the bottom three. It was so perfect.

Symone better have bought Lala Ri a huge drink after this. If not for Lala Ri's, hers would have been the worst construction on the runway. It was veery basic, and the only reason she got away with it is because she's skinny and beautiful. She was saved only by her second look, and Lala Ri. I love Symone, but she's better than this!

10. Tamisha Iman

I really liked the Old Bag! She knew she was gonna be one of the oldest there, she played into it! She did something very different to the others, she's hammed it up, she played a character, I really enjoyed it! The suit was incredible, I loved the big necklace, it was a big tick for me.

Her second look...I love Tamisha so much. She looked like an air stewardess. Did she look beautiful? Of course. Did she look rich and elegant and chic and fashion? No. She also has a thing with these long dark brown/black wigs that are really flat and just sort of hang down. I would have lived an updo with this look, I feel like it would have just elevated it a little bit.

I actually quite liked Tamisha's third look! It was busy, I get that. I loved the top of it though, the bustier and the shoulder, I loved! The skirt was maybe a little much, but she made a complete dress out of bags, it was fitted beautifully, she looked stunning, I really enjoyed it! Her makeup was a little off somehow, I can't quite pinpoint how, but it just wasn't quite right. I don't think she deserved to be bottom three to be honest, but maybe I'm biased because I love her so much.

I also didn't really understand the critiques she was given this week, like it felt like they just said she's not...drag enough? But she gave us so much range? Like there were 3 very distinct looks, she looked good in them, what's the problem? I get that the looks didn't really hit the challenge, and that's why she was in the bottom, but that critique is so confusing to me. Like what is "drag enough"? This show constantly praises queens for being "fishy" and looking hyper feminine, but when Tamisha is doing it it doesn't fly? I don't get it.

11. Tina Burner

I was a little disappointed with Brown Bag. I got the reference, I liked the dress, I loved the mermaid tail being made of bottles, that was super cool. I didn't get the presentation. She was walking like she was wasted, but her hair & makeup was perfect, the dress was still on straight; that didn't make sense to me. I feel like she should have been a little bit more "end of the night" looking, with messy hair and smudged makeup, maybe some mascara tear tracks, because who can get that drunk without crying? Not me, that's for damn sure. It was good, it wasn't great.

Okay, another 80s power suit moment. I liked it more than Elliott's or Rosé's; purely for the hat and the houndstooth. I love a good houndstooth print, it does always look expensive, I get what she was going for. What I found disappointing (and I can't believe I'm saying this) Eureka did it better in season 10. I just feel like I've seen this before, and I'm bored of it.

I was also bored by her third look. It was a red mini dress with suspenders. Like, I'm impressed that she made it in a day, but I just wish she'd gone for something more. I'm really not getting all that much from Tina at the moment, and I just keep hoping she'll pull something out, but so far I just haven't been getting what I want.

12. Utica Queen

Hear me out, I loved Doggy Bag. It was so cool! She looked like a dog without putting on a dog costume, there was just enough hints to give us dog, but it was still a really cool and chic look! Which is exactly what a poodle would wear if they were human! I loved it. My one thing about Utica is that she makes these faces that are so bizarre. I think it's her mouth, it takes it past being a runway presentation into being a weird parody, and I don't think she means to do that. She just needs to tone it down a tiny bit.

I loved her little nod to Chicago. I didn't exactly get "money bags" from it, but Utica is very lateral and outside the box, so it was nice to see her interpretation of eleganza. I liked a lot, but I didn't quite love it.

I was gagged on Utica's third look. She made a gown. Out of sleeping bags. And it looked stunning. The shape of it was gorgeous, the train was amazing, the hood into a collar was incredible. Just every part of this look was exactly what this challenge is about. She took plain old sleeping bags, and made them into a beautiful, elegant and fashionable gown. You know where I wish I'd seen this? At the Camp theme Met Gala. It would have been one of the best looks at that Met Gala, and it was one of the best looks on this runway. I think it was by far the best of the looks they had to make. In fact, I think it's one of the best ever looks that was made in the werk room.

I am so glad that I was wrong about Utica in the first week. I think she's amazing. She's campy, and she's funny, and she's weird, but she's also so beautiful, and she's had some incredible looks on the runway.

This week was such a mixed bag (get it?) of looks - I feel like only Mik and Utica had three really good looks, everyone else was really up and down. I think it was definitely the right two queens lipsyncing, but there was a few candidates who could have arguably been the third in the bottom three - Tamisha, Kandy, Tina, Elliott... I can see the argument for all of them. I also think I would have replaced Rosé in the top three with Denali, I just think her first two looks were better than Rosé's.

I dont really want to get into the Kandy vs Tamisha drama; I think Drag Race is a super high pressure environment, I think its inevitable that tensions will run high and queens will argue. The one thing I do want to say is that in untucked, when Tamisha was saying she didn't really like Kandy's attitude, she said (something like) "that's just my opinion, and who am I? Nobody." And honestly, I respect the hell out of that. Because like, of course we're all entitled to our opinions, but that doesn't mean anyone should listen to them. Like, this whole post is just my opinions on stuff, I don't expect anyone to agree with me, or take any of this as fact. I just loved that Tamisha recognised that her opinion, whilst a valid opinion, is not fact and doesn't need to be considered by anyone else. I don't think Kandy recognises that yet, especially given the way she spoke to Elliott. I think that comes with age and experience though. By the way, that's not me saying that Tamisha's right and Kandy is wrong, I'm just pointing out one specific behaviour that Tamisha showed that I don't think Kandy has yet.

Also, I've seen both Kandy and Tamisha getting ridiculous amounts of hate for this one argument, and that's so unacceptable. Sending hate and death threats to queens over their performance on a reality TV show is disgusting, and if you are a person who has done that, you need to take a good look at yourself in the mirror and ideally get some therapy.

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Heart Strings - III - No! This Can’t Be Happening

America wakes up in an unfamiliar room. He sits up a little and rubs his head. He looks around and sees that he's laying on a large bed in an unfamiliar room. He looks around a little more and sees Russia sleeping next to the bed, tucked against the wall and the bed frame, with his hat tucked over his face.

America smiles and winces at the growing headache.

'Yup. I definitely overdid it.'

America looks at Russia before scanning the room. Most of the colors are pretty plain. There is a desk in the corner covered in papers and pictures. America moves to stand up, and he hears Russia groan. America spins around nervously and relaxes when Russia settles back down. America turns back to the desk and flips through the pictures.

It's a bunch of drawings, most of which are lifelike sketches with a scrawl of Russia's name at the bottom in Cyrillic. Some of them are pinned to the wall, and others are on the backs of informational pamphlets from the UN meetings scattered across the desk. America admires them and is very careful not to crumple or crease any of the papers.

America places them down and turns around to see Russia standing behind him. America yelps. Russia looks a little annoyed, and his face is bright red. America begins pulling at his fingers and he looks away, his face and ears grow uncomfortably warm.

"Sorry," America mumbles.

Russia sighs.

"It's okay," Russia says, "it's not that good anyway."

"Are you kidding?" America asks, "these are awesome! I mean, I can't draw for s***, but these are amazing!"

Russia looks away and mutters something under his breath, and America feels embarrassment in the back of his mind. America writes it off as his own and offers an embarrassed smile.

Russia smiles before turning to America and asking, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," America says with a smile, ignoring the empty pit in his chest from the missing magic, "I'm just tired."

Russia smiles and puts a hand on America's shoulder.

America's eyes go wide and he tenses a little out of surprise before a huge grin takes over his expression. Russia chuckles.

"Well, you're in a good mood," Russia teases.

America beams, and begins bouncing, trying to keep from waving his hands about. He looks back up to see Russia staring off into the distance, a curious look on his face, but his eyes shine with glee.

America giggles. He feels his heart swell with happiness that just floods into him.

Russia pulls his hand away and gives America a curious look. Russia opens his mouth as if to say something when someone comes bursting into the room.

"Daddy!" Alaska shouts, crashing into America, nearly knocking them both to the ground.

"Heya kiddo!" America replies, ruffling Alaska's hair, "what's up?"

"I was worried about you! I called Massy, and he said you were a dumba**, but that you would be fine."

America rolls his eyes with a scoff. Then, he scoops Alaska off the ground and spins her around. Alaska laughs and leans back, arms in the air. America chuckles before carefully letting her get back to her feet.

"Have you been having a good time here?" America asks.

"Yeah! Everyone here is very nice and the tea is very sweet and it's cold outside. You missed the big snowball fight!" Alaska exclaims, throwing her hands into the air, "Ms. Belarus is very good with snowballs, but Mr. Ukraine makes the best snow forts! And Mr. Soviet was throwing me high up like you do into snow piles and it's so much fun!"

America laughs.

"Sounds like you've been having fun," America comments.

Then, America looks up to gauge Russia's reaction.

Russia seems to stare past them, and America's mind is suddenly filled with fond memories of snowy mornings and laughter. Huge snowball fights. Memories that America knows aren't his own.

He faintly registers Alaska telling more stories about her first night here, but ultimately, America finds himself completely lost in memories that aren't his own. Eventually, the images fade, and America zones back into the real world as Russia looks around with a fond smile.

'What was that?'

'Snowball fights are fun.'

'No! Stop thinking about that! Why was I remembering something that didn't happen?'

'At least, it didn't happen to me...'

'I swear to God, if this has something to do with the soulmates thing, I'm going to kick something.'

"America?" Russia calls.

America snaps back to reality and sees Alaska had left and Russia looks at him, a concerned look on his face. America gets an idea. He pulls and searches for the foreign emotions, and finds that same kind of concern is radiating from the connection. He focuses on it.

"I'm fine. I just spaced out a little," America says with a dismissive wave and a smile.

As soon as he responds, he sees Russia's face fall to a small smile, and the concern turns to relief and contented happiness.

America freezes.

'S***.'

America desperately looks to the door, and his thoughts spin too fast for him to recognize them.

"America?" Russia asks.

"I uhh..." America starts, as panic sets in, "I need to use the restroom."

"It's the second door on the right, near the end of the hallway. Are you okay?" Russia asks, looking a little panicked himself.

"Yeah. I'll be fine?" America says, trying to say it like a statement, but he is much more focused on leaving the room.

America rushes out and into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. He falls back, sitting on the edge of the bath.

"S***. S***. F***. S***," America mutters, running his hands through his hair and bouncing his leg, trying desperately to calm his nerves.

His mind is swimming with thoughts and they swirl around in what feels like a whirlwind of chaos. He tries to read through them, trying to organize any of it and calm himself down. Tears trace his cheeks and he clenches his eyes shut.

'There is no f***ing way!'

'He's my soulmate?!'

'I mean, he's cute.'

'But he's also a f***ing country!'

'No. No. Nononononono.'

The tales of the 'treatments' for those kinds of bonds rings in his mind. UK used to tell stories about them as if they were just normal parts of life to him and Canada when they were younger. The stories often gave America nightmares.

Images of being strapped to a chair and electrocuted and beat flit past his mind's eye, and he blinks away the tears.

'I should've known!'

'The fact that it never went away.'

'What else could it have been?'

'But it's been outlawed since the Roman Empire began to fall apart!'

America tries desperately to swallow back his impending meltdown.

'No!'

"I'll be okay," America mutters, biting his lip, "I'll just-I'll-I..."

America's breathing begins to pick up speed and he holds back the urge to scream. He grips his hair. He ends up on the bathroom floor and he kicks the floor. He presses his back against the wall and tries to think with his foggy, crowded mind.

'I can't tell him.'

'I can't tell anyone.'

He whines and covers his mouth, biting his knuckle.

'This is a death sentence.'

He tucks his face into his knees and tries to calm his breathing.

'Does Russia know?!'

'Do I just ignore him now?'

'But I don't want to upset him.'

Then he hears knocking on the door. His head snaps up and he scrubs the tears from his face.

"Dad? Are you okay?"

America takes a shuttering breath.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm fine," He replies, trying to make his tone believable.

'Okay. Just have to calm down.'

"Okay," Alaska says, "you've just been gone for a while."

America hums and tried to pull himself together enough to walk out the door. He buries his worries as far as he can, swallowing the feelings away. He also reaches for the link again, though he is terrified of it, it's the only thing he can focus on. Worry and concern flow through it.

'S***. He probably felt all of that. Or at least knew about it.'

America shakily stands up and brushes himself off. He fights back the rest of his tears before they escape and stares into the mirror. His eyes are red, and his cheeks shiny. He sniffles and splashes cold water over his face.

He takes another deep breath before he opens the door to see Alaska standing outside of it.

"Dad?" Alaska asks, worried.

"Yeah?"

"Were you... are you feeling okay?"

America bites his tongue before his thoughts come spilling out.

"I'm fine," America replies quietly, forcing a smile.

Alaska sighs.

"Dad, I know when you're lying," Alaska says softly, "What's wrong?"

America smiles sadly.

"I'm not... it's nothing you gotta worry about, okay?"

"But I am worried," Alaska insists, "all of us worry."

"I am not dumping my problems onto my kids," America says firmly, crossing his arms.

"But you always tell us to talk about the things that bother us!"

"That's different."

"How?!"

America flinches and Alaska sniffles.

"Daddy, I don't want to see you upset," she whines, looking away.

America's heart clenches.

"I know, kiddo. I know. I'll be okay," America says, kneeling down and offers a smile.

Alaska looks up and then lunges forward, clinging to America. America chuckles and stands up, holding her close.

"I can only protect you from so much, and I am not going to have you worrying about me. That's my job," America mumbles.

"I love you," Alaska says.

"I love you too, kiddo," America replies, putting Alaska down.

Alaska smiles and wipes her face before grabbing his hand and dragging him into the main room.

'I'm okay,' he thinks, trying to convince himself.

'For now.'

America ignores the last thought.

America walks in and sees Russia sitting nervously on the couch, looking down.

"Hi," America says meekly.

Russia's head whips up, and a small smile grows on his face. After a moment of quiet, Russia looks away and a flustered feeling manifests at the edge of America's mind.

"We have the World Meeting tomorrow, so if you would like to stay with m-us until then..." Russia trails off, rubbing the back of his neck.

America sees Alaska look up with puppy-eyes. Conflicted emotions and messy thoughts don't allow him for very good decision-making.

"Okay," America blurts out and immediately regrets it.

'What am I getting myself into?'

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lucky star. (jackie/jan) — roza

a seven part series where each chapter details a different relationship with jackie based solely on the song correlated to their individual madonna rusical verses.

[ summary ] : jan is hopelessly pining after jackie, her new college dorm mate who has possibly the most beautiful face she's ever seen in person. drunk and completely head over heels, jan decides to take action. [verse one: lucky star]

[ author's note ] : I don't even ship jan/jackie they've always been a friendship to me but I love the song lucky star due to personal reasons and I wanted to follow through with the intent of my concept! thank you sweet ol' meg for being a great beta!

— *.✧

Jackie was beautiful.

She was completely and utterly ethereal.

Jan still remembered that first day of the new semester completely wallowing in her misery. Her purple varsity jacket was soaked in her own tears as she received a letter from administration detailing how she was to have some stranger as a dorm mate.

The brunette knew she couldn't possibly complain about company when she was almost never home at her dorm in the first place.

All her time and energy was completely devoted to earning her BFA in Musical Theatre and hanging around campus at the community theatre or going to auditions trying to gain equity and experience as her parents and vocal coaches always loved to say

Experience doesn't pay any of my tuition...

Jackie came a week later than expected, opening the door to their room with only a suitcase and small cardboard box in her left hand as she waved, uneasy.

Divine was a good way to describe the energy radiating off her. She had long, black and curly hair that sat comfortably all the way down to her waist and dark brown eyes that shone with nothing but radiance and curiosity.

Jan felt underdressed in her last musical's matching cast sweatshirt that she decided to pair with the baggiest of Adidas sweatpants.

"I'm Jackie," the woman spoke with a chipper tone as Jan nodded and shook her hand firmly still completely entranced from her head down to her knee high pink iridescent boots.

Putting down her box on the empty, creaky desk provided by the university she turned and admitted that she got stuck at the airport back home in Canada for a while.

"Didn't mean to frighten you."

She certainly had a specific aesthetic in mind.

Jackie felt like an expensive painting at the MOMA that she couldn't touch or afford to look at, Jan definitely wasn't angry at the roommate she received based solely on first impression.

"Jan, Jan Mantione."

The Persian hummed, admitting that she had to have seen Jan from somewhere before.

"You seem oddly familiar," the native Canadian pondered aloud before Jan admitted that if she liked theatre she was currently pursuing her BFA and was in almost every community and college production that was put on since her freshman year of college.

"Oh you were in Into the Woods!"

"I was! Rapunzel to be exact," she admitted with a sly wink, still proud she managed to get her dream role belting at the top of a tower for two acts as she tightened her ponytail and laid back down to the sounds of her vinyl playing and Jackie opening her suitcase, trying to tidy together her new living conditions.

Her focus should've been entirely towards her stupidly expensive English textbooks yet every minute or two she would find herself unknowingly staring at the Persian with a slight grin painted across her lips.

The music playing near her ear certainly didn't help the situation, though Jan took to it as good insight for the foreseeable future.

You're gonna make everything alright

You may be my lucky star

I'm the luckiest by far.

The thespian huffed, mumbling under her breath a soft response to the loving lyrics.

"Oh how touching…"

— *.✧

Those lyrics must've been some kind of prophecy from God herself.

Five months later Jan had become smitten towards the Persian who was gone most of the day to study her Linguistics courses at the University library or simply in the corner of her desk attempting to speak to her mother who only communicated in Farsi.

Jackie hadn't mentioned it during their first encounter but turned out she wasn't just a simple theatre fan who loved to see the students put on productions; she was a full blown performer and lover of all things musical.

The Persian would smile widely when they would knock into each other at auditions and Jan's ego would be knocked down a peg seeing how on par her roommate was with her own background and level of experience.

Jackie's dancing was not as sharp or clean as Jan's, not even by a mile however her attitude and presence was undeniable and she was sharp, witty and smart enough to gain the director's attention.

The two of them sat in their now organized and decorated dorm awaiting the cast list to be emailed to them in midst of the storm that brewed outside their small glass window.

"You feel good about the show?" Jackie asked as she zipped up her jacket before taking up the remaining space still left on Jan's bed. The brunette flushed as she clasped her hands together in stress waiting for that email notification.

"It's a show, you never really know with these kinds of things what they want from you," Jan admitted as she coughed trying to hide the flush appearing across her cheeks seeing Jackie rub up against her shoulders.

"You did amazing, don't start stressing, I don't need to hear your voice three octaves higher," Jackie teased as Jan hit her in the arm and smiled wide.

"I'm not nervous!"

"Well, your pitch right now is a bit higher than usual," Jackie whispered as she purposely spoke in a voice about two times higher than her own.

The notification dinged and Jan gasped dramatically as she clutched her phone between her hands and let out a deep breath hoping that everything all worked out great for the both of them.

Jackie grabbed her hand and hummed, closing her eyes calmly in wait as Jan read the cast list in silence just trying to look for Jackie's name and her own.

The second Jan saw her and Jackie's name she screamed and threw her phone before the Persian laughed, getting up and quickly grabbing her phone before they both stared at the email.

Not only were they both cast but they were both principal roles in the musical.

"Your dream role!" Jackie yelled as she saw Jan halfway to tears with her head in her hands, groaning. The Canadian gently put her phone to the side as she opened her arms wide for her dorm mate to hug her though Jan had other ideas or was just completely impulsive and decided kissing her was a far better idea.

Jan threw her arms around her neck and brushed their lips together immediately getting a reaction out of the Persian who was in shock for a second before the brunette felt Jackie's arms snake around her waist.

They kissed and it felt wonderful .

Everything about Jackie felt so well put together, so thought out and so beautiful .

Every little butterfly that had been building and flying around in Jan's stomach finally seemed to awaken. She tried not to laugh against Jackie's lips as her brain went to the first day they were properly introduced to one another.

So that vinyl was truly my oracle wasn't it?

It had to have been at least five minutes before they both stopped, completely out of breath and trying not to make any stupid decisions in the moment.

"God," Jackie breathed out as Jan separated from the kiss, a deep smile radiated off both of their faces as they still were holding each other with nothing but silence and a couple of furious giggling supplying the environment.

"That was out of character for me," Jan finally replied after an entire minute of stares and blinking. Jackie snickered, admitting that she was at least a good kisser.

"Do we need to talk about anything?"

Jan clawed at her jacket as she shook her head instantaneously. Jackie seemed unconvinced and almost upset that the brunette didn't want to even think about it.

"Nah."

I'll admire you at a distance.

— *.✧

Admiring at a distance proved extremely difficult when everyday you were still at rehearsals with one another and had to drive each other home back to the dorm you both shared with one another.

It had been a smooth path and still, two months after the exchange and the kissing had happened, neither of them spoke a word about it.

Jan would notice Jackie's occasionally sour faces and expressions when the brunette would have to kiss her scene partner and the staring still went on, even if both of them pretended that it had no real reasoning.

"Happy tech week," their fellow principal yelled as the cast had managed to gather everyone up in one of the college senior's off campus apartments.

They all cheered with their plastic cups as half of the freshman were wasted off the two bottles of vodka they opened and Jan was only slightly tipsy after two shots with Jackie, who was completely winning the immunity contest.

"Is this a cultural thing? Is every Persian just good at holding their alcohol?" Jan asked completely clueless as she found herself pouring more liquor into her cup, Jackie taking the bottle from her and nodding at the question.

"I guess you could say that," she joked before closing the bottle and pointing at Jan's chest trying to tell her she didn't need more alcohol when she was already getting tipsy and stumbling all over the floor.

Ten minutes later they found themselves in a circle with most of their castmates trying to figure out the logistics of how to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with one another.

"We're making a lottery!"

Jan rolled her eyes as she saw Jackie on the other side of the circle smiling up at her and shrugging, finding this game extremely amusing.

I'm going to kill every freshman here with my whistle tones. And my bare hands.

Crystal pulled two names from the hat before she gasped and smiled, showing the two names without even reading them.

"Jan and Jackie," the Persian read aloud before her eyes widened. The entire circle made fun of them as Jan stood still holding her drink, she grabbed Jackie's hand as the circle ordered them to seven minutes in the closet down the hallway.

"I know how the game works!" Jan yelled as they walked away from the circle with a sigh, Jackie wasn't even one bit opposed to the idea of kissing Jan for seven straight minutes with nobody watching but her dorm mate looked quite the opposite.

"Never thought I'd be back in here," she mumbled as Jan closed the closet door. The brunette giggled, giving it to Jackie for the credible joke. "We don't have to kiss, we can just stay in here and talk, make loud noises so they think we're actually up to something."

Jan's heart raced, she had Jackie right by her side completely alone and in the dark and they could do absolutely anything with no judgement for seven minutes or until some brat would knock at the closet, screaming at them to get out.

"I wanna kiss you," she admitted with all the power of the alcohol helping her get the words out in a cohesive sentence. Jackie grinned, running her hands through the brunette's hair.

"You can't see it but I'm nodding my head."

Jan grabbed Jackie's collar and smiled as they messily slammed their lips together trying to ignore all of their castmates losing their minds trying to sing karaoke in the background.

The Persian's hands slipped to her cheeks as they kissed, gently feeling Jan push the hair falling in her face. "Thank you," she breathed with a small laugh against her skin as Jan giggled and just wanted this kiss to last.

"So when you kissed me that day of callbacks it wasn't just some mistake?" Jackie asked entranced as Jan slipped off her jacket feeling nothing but heat and sweat build up.

Jackie fanned Jan with her hands as the brunette snickered, holding her wrists as they kissed again though the Persian could hear the distinct and soft "No," that slipped from her lips.

That stupid Madonna song kept playing on a loop in Jan's head as they were in the middle of making out furiously.

You make everything alright,

What you do to me baby.

"You wanna skip all of this and go back to our dorm?" The words leaving her lips the minute Jackie took a pause from the kissing just to breathe and get some air.

Her heart skipped a beat the minute Jackie replied with a firm "Yes," as their hands interlocked. Jan smiled widely, kissing her hand as she admitted that it was unbearably hot in this closet.

"Well of course it is, you're wearing three pounds of fabric across your chest."

Jan rolled her eyes and kissed the Persian again as they enjoyed the last bit of time they had before Jackie yelped hearing the frantic yelling and knocking at the closet door.

"Get out lesbians!"

"We're all gay, we do theatre!" Jan yelled back as she picked up her jacket from the floor as she held Jackie's hand the minute they exited praying that neither of them managed to get lipstick stains on one another or else it would never be the end of the conversation.

"We run for the door the minute they start drawing names again, I'll drive us back to our dorm room," Jan whispered against the crook of Jackie's neck still holding her arm securely around her hands.

The Canadian smirked as she pressed a kiss against her forehead before they made their way back to the group.

"Deal." She whispered.

#rpdr fanfiction #jackie cox #jan sport #jankie #lesbian au #college au #song fic #madonna verse series #roza #s12

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Young! Keanu Reeves x Reader. Requested (A/n-buckle up friends, it’s a long one. Seriously, I only realized that it should have been split in two when I was almost done. Sorry not sorry. Even this note is long. Also, to the person who requested this months ago, sorry it took so long, but if you’re still here, I hope you can forgive me and that you like it) (Since the beginning is weird, I’ll just drop a very vague summary- Follow Y/n and Keanu’s growth from childhood friends to adulthood as they navigate life and their feelings)

Summer, 1970 A pink hair bow haphazardly placed by chubby, clumsy fingers. A dress two sizes bigger that her sister had long cast to the dress-up chest. And finally, a pair of mismatched heels that she had managed to swipe from her busy mother’s closet.

Next to her, in the drying, muddy back yard, stood Keanu, just about her height though one year older, dressed in a combination of his stepfather’s and her brother’s clothes. Most of it mismatched. A plaid tie that was too long, a suit jacket that seemed to swallow him up, socks, but no shoes and a ridiculous hat that he had found when they were looking for their ‘fancy clothes.’

Mr. Snubbs, Y/n’s cat doubled at the trusty, though rather silent officiant, his only words being the occasional ‘meow.’ They had asked his younger sister, but she had quickly lost interest, opting to play tea party with their neighbors down the street.

In her hands, Y/n held a small bunch of wildflowers from her mother’s garden, the petals a little bruised from the manner in which they had been picked by an over excited Keanu for his ‘bride-to-be.’ At that point, they should have long been married, considering they had played the game dozens of times, always marrying each other. It was sort of second nature, that every time one of them suggested it, they would play the parts of the couple.

“I think it’s time to say our vows,” Y/n giggled and Mr. Snubbs licked his paw, very disinterested in the ceremony before him. How foolish of them to hire such an incompetent feline!

“Okay,” Keanu beamed, turning to Y/n, wild hair falling in his face. His mother was always trying to take him for a hair cut, and it always ended in a fit of angry tears. “Do you want to go first? Mrs. Mena in school always says ladies first.”

“Yeah,” Y/n smiled, trying to jump in her place, though, her mother’s shoes almost fell right off, tripping her. “Keanu,” she began cheerily, “I promise to always be here for you. I’ll always give you half of my cheese sandwich and I think your hair looks great!”

Keanu’s smile widened and he prepared to recite his own ‘vows’, “Y/n, I promise to always be your best friend, we’ll always have sleep-overs and I’ll never cut my hair!” He giggled wildly.

Y/n laughed too, and just realizing that she had forgotten something, interjected; “Oh! And I’ll always be your best friend too.” Their wedding ended with cheek pecks and long hugs while Mr. Subbs submitted to a high noon nap and Y/n’s mother called them in for a snack.

Summer 1983 “England.....” Keanu breathed. They were sat on the hood of his car, drinking beer that they had managed to steal of her parents before driving out to the beach, just an hour away from where Y/n still lived. Keanu had moved several times since they were children, but they always stayed in contact. And now that he had a car, though at times it was quiet unreliable, he’d still drive out to see her. His best friend from a small town in Canada. His arm was draped around her as they stared out at the waves in the darkness, but neither of them thought much of it. They had been friends for almost as long as they had been alive, close contact like that was as normal as breathing for the two.

Y/n slipped the letter back into her bag, taking a swing of her beer, “Yeah.” She smiled widely, just as she had when they were kids, but this these days, she looked different. When she smiled, Keanu no longer just saw the pig-tailed girl he grew up with, he saw a young woman with big dreams, who wanted a penthouse in a big city and a corner office.

“That’s far away,” Keanu mused, playing with a loose thread on her favorite sweater, “Are you sure you want that?”

“Are you sure you want to move to Los Angeles?” Her question wasn’t a sarcastic jab or anything of the sort, it was just a reminder that she wanted to realize her dreams, just as he did his. “This is everything that I’ve been working for Ke, I have to go.”

“Okay,” he determined, “Well, I support you. No matter what. And I can’t wait to see you walk across that stage at Oxford.”

“Thank you,” Y/n turned in his embrace, pulling Keanu into a hug. They lingered in each other’s arms and when they pulled away a little, she found herself almost drowning in familiar chocolate pools. Fifteen years of familiarity, comfort and something else, something that grew inside of her when she had given up dolls for make-up. Something that she had felt for other boys, like Jimmy Kent from English, but strongest for Keanu. Her best friend, the boy who she’d traded lunch with, her first phone call when she was crowned Homecoming queen, as if it were the greatest honor. Her closet confidant, her everything.

Keanu stared back at her, lips slightly parted, breathing her sweet scent of jasmine mixing with the salty sea breeze. Her pink lips stood out against her wind blown skin and Keanu cocked a lop-sided smile as he brushed away an escaped strand of hair. It would have been so easy to just lean forward and kiss her, see if she tasted like beer, the popcorn they had had at the movie earlier or something entirely different. It would have been easy, but for some reason, the thought didn’t even reach the front of his mind. She was his friend and probably didn’t even see him as anything more and besides, they would be separated by the end of the year, for months, probably years.

That night, they broke apart, feeling like something was missing as Keanu drove them back to her place, he was sleeping over, except that night, like every other night since they were twelve, he slept in the spare room, dry wall between them. As they laid in bed, they tried to decipher what had changed while they sat on the beach, but neither of them could figure it out. So instead, they just laid on their backs, thinking until finally losing the battle to sleep.

1991 “I watched it last night!” Y/n squealed, covering the mouth of the phone as she sat in her small office at a law firm in San Francisco. It had been eight years since that night at the beach, though neither Keanu nor Y/n had managed to figure out what was missing that night. Since then, when ever they saw each other, there were always little self-contained moments much like that one, but they had somehow managed to keep brushing it off. They had also managed to remain close despite the distance, often exchanging long phone calls and meeting when schedules allowed it. Just a couple months ago, he had flown to the city for her birthday.

“Yeah?” Keanu asked, smile audible even if he were miles away, “And what did you think?”

“What do you think I thought?” Y/n exclaimed, hoping the person in the other office wouldn’t hear her, “It was amazing. Though Swayze gives you a run for your money. You’re gonna have to step up you game Reeves, or I’m going to replace that poster of you in my living room.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he scoffed, trying to suppress his laughter.

“Don’t test me,” she warned playfully, “You know I’ve loved him since Dirty Dancing.”

“No one puts baby in a corner,” he quoted with her, finally bursting into an episode of loud laughter.

As Y/n started laughing too, a senior attorney stuck his head in her office, offering her a pointed glare. Grimacing, she quickly contained herself, offering Keanu a hurried good bye, “I have to go,” she whispered, “Duty calls, petty criminals to defend, you know how it goes. I’ll call you later. Love you.”

“Okay. Later,” Keanu smiled sadly on his end, wishing she didn’t have to go that soon, “Love you too.”

1997 Countless successful movies and even more court cases later, found Keanu and Y/n still just as close, though finding less and less time for each other. She had just been the youngest woman to make partner at the firm and he was traveling the world again, promoting another movie. This one had peaked Y/n’s interest just a tad more than the others and when Keanu had first gotten the script, she was his first phone call. It was a supernatural mystery with it’s protagonist as a lawyer.

They had tried to make time for each other, they really had, but things kept getting in the way. Y/n was supposed to visit him in L.A a few weeks before, but ended up cancelling her fight because of an emergency hearing. And when Keanu was due to drop by her place while waiting for a connecting to somewhere in Europe, he had gotten caught up with an impromptu press event at the airport and had only been able to offer a quick call to her assistant’s desk as cancellation.

San Francisco..... Y/n sat on her sofa, curled up, clutching a glass of wine as she stared at the television. All the lights were off but a glow from the streetlights and the full moon washed her hardwood floors in a wide pool through the French windows on both sides of her living room. There was a thick blanket draped over her legs and an old sitcom played on the screen. Y/n had seen the episode several times before, thus no longer finding it humorous.

Most of her free nights went that way. Her routine revolved around work, home and sometimes, when the circumstances allowed it, working from home. By then, nearing her mid-thirties, long nights out with friends had become rare. Most of her work friends were in relationships or were already married with kids which meant that they were long past days of partying. Y/n herself was usually so wrapped up in work that she hardly made time for anything else. And the only person she was willing to make time for, didn’t have time for her. It was ironic, even if it wasn’t really ironic.

She missed him. In the truest sense of the word. Y/n knew that they were still just as close as they were twenty years ago, that she could still call him, for anything, even if was just to vent about an upsetting day. But it didn’t feel like that, by then, she had started to feel the effect of distance and equally busy lives. Taking a long drag of her wine, she sighed quietly, snatching up he remote, hoping to dig herself out of self pity with the rest of her wine and an interesting television show. She maintained pressure on the channel button, stations changing quickly, only stopping when she noticed a familiar movie. She had seen it before, obviously. Once after it’s initial release at the cinema and then after she had bought it on tape. Still, Y/n stopped channel surfing, favoring to watch a younger version of Keanu on television, even if it just made her miss him more.

He was one half of the lead, and unlike that the sitcom that played before, this never failed to make her laugh. Though, even the laughs and seeing him in the early days of his career, playing air guitar without a care in the world wasn’t enough to ease the hollowness in her heart. Sighing, Y/n pulled on a little metal chain to turn on the lamp on the end table next to her, picking up the framed photo that sat beneath it. It was one from her graduation; as promised, he had made it to England, cheering as loud as her parents as she crossed the stage to collect her degree. And afterwards, her father had taken that picture of them, on the steps of the university. Keanu’s arm was draped proudly over her shoulders and her head rested on his shoulders. People had thought she was his girlfriend. She had dismissed them with a playful wave, ignoring a pang of disappointment in the lowest pits of her stomach.

Maybe that’s what the feeling was. The one she had every time they were together. The reason she measured past boyfriends to Keanu. The feeling she got when they were together, the kind of comfort that buzzed with undertones of something she couldn’t recognize. Y/n was in love with her best friend. The question was; did he feel the same?

France... Keanu stumbled into his hotel room, more tired than he had been in a while. It was just past midnight, and his eyes were heavy as was his body, a gnarly combination of jet lag and plain ‘ole tire leaving him completely drained.

With and audible sigh that sounded more like a groan, Keanu slapped his hand against the switch, turning on the lights as he dumped his bags to the floor. He couldn’t even be bothered to ensure that they had made it to his bedroom safely. In fact, all he wanted was a hot shower and to flop face down in bed.

It might be better if Y/n were here.

What?

He had no idea where the thought came from, though the minute it entered his brain, he couldn’t get it out. She always made things better, her smile, they way she never let things bother her, her jokes that he poorly pretended to hate. She was his best friend.

But could she be more?

With furrowed brows, Keanu dragged himself to the shower, tossing articles of clothing to places that would leaving him searching when he was ready to pack up in a few days. Just about fifteen minutes later, he was dropping into bed clad in only a pair of sweats, ready to submit to dreamland, or black nothingness for the next five hours. Whatever came first or at all.

Unfortunately, neither of it came, and an hour later, Keanu still laid in bed wide eyed. There was no real issue, but thoughts of Y/n kept him awake. Nothing in particular, it was more like a jumble of everything over the past two decades. Well three, kind of. Twenty nine was the exact number. They had met when she was three and he was four, at a park in the town they had grown up in. He was the new kid and she was the girl who had been nice enough to be his friend. They had been inseparable since then.

And now they were thousands of miles apart and she was all he could think about.

Without thinking much of it, Keanu turned on his side, grabbed the phone and without caring about excess charges or the time, he dialed the number for her apartment.

It rang for a while and the disappointingly went to voicemail. He huffed and frown. Then it really hit his sleep-deprived mind; the time difference! After checking the old-fashioned alarm clock and some quick calculations, Keanu found that it was probably just around four pm, which either meant she was still at her office or in her car, on her way home. And for the sake of being able to fall asleep soon, he hoped it was the former.

Quickly, he punched in the numbers and waited for her secretary to pick up, hurriedly asking to be put through to her office, neglecting to provide his name. “Hello?”

“Y/n, hey,” he smiled at the sound of her voice, just that was enough to make the make the night better.

“Keanu!” Y/n greeted with a little more enthusiasm, “Wait, isn’t it like one in the morning there? What the hell are you doing up?”

Keanu laughed quietly at her concern, “It’s quarter to two,” he corrected, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Thankfully he wasn’t there to see it when Y/n blushed, “Well aren’t you sweet?”

“Oh please,” he scoffed, he didn’t even feel tired as he fell into easy conversation with her, “Like you didn’t already know.”

She hummed, searching for a witty come back, “Well, even if I did, we haven’t spoken in so long that it’s easy to forget.”

“Ouch,” Keanu feigned offence, slapping his hand to his bare chest, “Twenty-nine years and I’m still forgettable.”

“Oh shut up,” Y/n playfully dismissed with a giggle. Her tone sobered when she asked, “It really has been that long, hasn’t it?”

“It has. I can’t believe we still like each other. You put cream in your coffee,” he noted with mock disgust.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Okay Mr. Four-Sugars.” The line went silent or a while and Y/n thought that he might have fallen asleep on her, picturing him with the phone forgotten in his lap as he slouched down, lashes fanning over his cheeks as soft snores controlled his even breathing. “You still there?” She probed quietly.

“Yeah,” Keanu breathed, “Just thinking.”

“About?” Y/n’s voice was musical and soothing and Keanu itched to tell her how he really felt. The only thing holding him back was the feeling that he should do it in person instead of over the phone. That and the worrisome thought that she might not feel the same.

Despite the debate going on his head, his confession almost left his lips, I’m in love with you. Almost. He missed the moment by a hair and Y/n hurriedly blurted out, “I have to go! One of my clients just got arrested. Again,” before she could even finish, it sounded like she was packing up to leave.

“Is everything okay?” Keanu asked, worry edging his tone.

“Yeah,” Y/n searched under a stack of papers for her car keys, “It’s just, you know, he’s one of our biggest clients. And I’m his lawyer. And the IRS has been investigating him. So you know, no big deal or whatever.”

“It sounds like a big deal Y/n. Are you going to be okay?”

Y/n huffed on her end, finally taking a breath, almost swooning at Keanu’s concern, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I have to go, but thanks for calling. Bye.”

“Bye,” the line clicked dead and Keanu replaced the receiver and leaned back into the headboard with a defeated sigh.

Opportunity; missed.

1998 Months after his missed opportunity over the phone; Keanu still hadn’t confessed his feelings. After that, the moment never seemed right. There was always an interruption or too many people around. Too quiet or too loud. It was never really right. Worst yet, Y/n seemed oblivious to the whole thing. She kept going on dates, rambling on about that one guy from accounting. Keanu didn’t admit it, but it kind of stung.

Even as he stood outside of her front door, Keanu tried to think of the right moment, a way to get her alone. It was the night of her thirty-third birthday party. He had helped her plan it, mostly over the phone, listening to her get excited over music and decorations. Keanu had listened for an uncountable amount of hours, and he would again if it meant spending time with her.

Letting out a shaking breath, Keanu tried the knob, eyes widening at the amount of people filling her living room and kitchen. After a few minutes of searching, Keanu found her near the drinks table with a cup in hand, surrounded by female friends, “Y/n,” he smiled, trying to integrate himself without drawing too much attention.

“Keanu!” Y/n’s face lit up and she pulled him into a hug, “You’re here!”

“Of course,” he laughed, giving her an affectionate squeeze, ignoring the stares of her friends, “It’s your birthday. Happy birthday Y/n.” When they broke, he held out a bouquet of flowers, the little card reading, ‘Wishing the greatest girl the happiest of birthdays’. The words were scribbled in his handwriting. “It’s the worst card, I know,” he dismissed.

Y/n dropped her shoulders, “I love it. Thank you,” she kissed his cheek, “I’m going to put these in water. And away from the drunk people. Come with?”

“Sure,” Keanu followed her to her crowded kitchen, offering a quick hello to her family. Then, he trailed behind her as she headed for her bedroom, placing the glass vase near her bedside.

Then it hit him; they were alone, tucked safely away from intrusive eyes and ears. There couldn’t have been a better moment.

She was already near the door when he tried to stall, “You changed the color,” Keanu gestured to the walls.

“Uhh, nope. Just had a fresh coat put on. When powder blue starts looking like grey, you know it’s time to repaint,’ Y/n smiled, already turning around.

“Wait!” He called, probably louder than he needed to.

“Alright,“ Y/n seemed confused, but she had entertained stranger moments with him, “Everything okay Ke?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, “Can we sit?”

“I don’t see why not,” Y/n was first to plop onto the bed, patting the spot next to her. He hesitated, but finally sat so their knees were touching. “Are you gonna say something or....”

“I am. I want to,” he rambled, suddenly more nervous than he had ever been, “Y/n,” he began with a deep breath. There he was, going to lay it all on the table, hoping he might be in good enough graces so she’d feel the same. If she didn’t, then he might lose his best friend, his rock for the past thirty years. His one constant, the woman who had gone from just a girl down the street who he’d have lunch with every day, despite the teases that he was friends with someone a grade younger, to his home. That’s what she was, four letters encompassing everything that Y/n was. Home. “Y/n,” he said again, “I think......I think I might be in love with you.”

Y/n pulled her lower lip between her teeth, tiling her head as she shifted to regard him curiously, keeping her hands clasped loosely in her lap. She felt the same, she had for a long time, but Y/n never expected that she’d get a moment like that. One where he confessed his feelings. In fact, for almost a year, she had thought that something like it could only exist in her fantasies, but there they were.

Her mind raced, recalling memories, him telling her about other women he was interested in; she had been privy to the retelling of secret dates and the times where he’d tell her that it wasn’t going to work between them, that he didn’t want to hurt anyone but he didn’t see things going anywhere. Or worst yet, when they had broken up with him. God, she had hated seeing him heart broken. Not moping really, but putting up a façade that was only dropped around her. The little despondent frown that he’d wear for a few weeks, the long talks on the phone where she’d tell him that it was their loss, that he was great, that any woman would be lucky to be in his life. That she’d take all the heartbreak away if she could. Keanu would just chuckle sadly and say that he was just glad he hadn’t lost his favorite girl.

“Y/n,” he interrupted her thoughts, “Look, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Can we just go back and pretend it didn’t happen?”

Y/n scoffed a quiet laugh, “That would be a waste wouldn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” His brows furrowed, half with worry half with confusion.

“Well,” Y/n’s hand rose to cup Kean’s face, her thumb caressing his cheek, “I‘m in love with you too.”

“I......” Keanu trailed off. Of all the scenarios he had cooked up in his head, they all ended in rejection of some sort. In fact, he hadn’t come up with one version where Y/n had returned his feelings, “I...don’t know what to say.....”

“Then, maybe kiss me?” She giggled and suddenly it was the best sound in the world.

“Okay,” Keanu leaned in, but as they were nose to nose, he paused again, “For the record, I thought you were gonna-”

He didn’t finish as Y/n pressed her lips to his, fingers sliding to curl in his hair. Their slow, sweet kiss felt different to everything that either of them had ever experienced. If felt filled with love, passion, decades worth of it. When they broke for air, Y/n laughed quietly, pressing her forehead to his, “You know, for a man of few words, you talk a lot.”

“Shut up,” he teased, caressing the back of her neck, “Can we do that again?”

“I’d hope so,” with that, he pulled Y/n back in, his lips moving against hers.

And just like that, two kids from Canada found that maybe, just maybe, all those summer afternoons spent playing ‘wedding’ might turn into something that wasn’t just a game. Maybe, even if it had taken thirty years, they could spend the next three decades and counting becoming what they had dreamed of.

(Another) A/n-Soooo......I loved doing this, a lot. Would you guys be interested in a drabble or, dare I say, a fic on their lives some years after? I might write that *shrugs in indecision*.

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finnwolfhard7137 · 4 years

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The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard

Chapter Six is here...

Chapter Seven: I Love You

Chapter Eight Coming Soon...

Word Count 1.1k

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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You only awake when your phone rings. Your mother called, asking how you've been and how yesterday went. You explain to her how exhausted you and Finn are and that you both are sore from the miles you all walked. She completely understood and let you hang up so that you can rest. You almost feel bad because you love your mother to death and miss her but you are utterly exhausted.

Finn "Your mom seems nice, babe."

"She is, she's the best."

Finn "I can't wait to meet her."

"She's going to love you."

Finn "Oh yeah? I sure hope so. Even if she doesn't, I'm not going anywhere."

"Good, cause I never want you to leave." He could tell how sincere you were and pulled you back down into his arms.

Finn "I'm not going anywhere, bubs. Come on, let's go back to sleep. When we wake up, I'll cook you food."

"Mkay." He kisses you softly and then you both drift back off to sleep moments later.

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By the time you two wake back up, it is 1:20 p.m. Finn laughs at how late you both slept in.

Finn "I mean I'm not mad.."

"We needed it after yesterday. I'm still dreading getting out of bed."

Finn "I know, me too. But my bladder can't hold it any longer!" You laugh as he does parkour to get out of bed without hurting you.

"Okay, ninja. Go pee." He laughs and goes into the tiny restroom. You mentally prepare yourself to get out of bed and use your legs. Once you get up, you feel the need to immediately sit back down but you don't. "Holy shit...it's bad."

Finn laughs, "Yeah...maybe we should have split the trip into both days but hey, we had fun right?"

"Oh yeah, lots of fun! It makes it all worth it."

You walk to the minnie kitchen area and get water from the minnie 'bar'. You guzzle it down and unlock your phone. Your notifications were off the charts: 50+ emails, 30 text messages, 20 snapchats, 100+ dm's and 4 missed calls. Your head starts to pound just thinking about it. So instead of checking your snaps and dm's, you check your emails first. Most of them regarding new job offers and manager business. Some are coupons to your favorite stores that you shop at. The four missed calls were from your mother and your text messages were from your friend's back at home and Oakes, asking if you and Finn are alive. You laugh and text him back with 'yes!' Lastly, your snaps were also from your friend's, to which you only open the one's that you cared about: close friend's. When Finn comes out, he is wobbling just like you.

"The struggle is real, huh babe?"

He chuckles, "Oh yeah..but the day must go on!" He chants like an old soul. He is only eighteen but he is so intelligent that he acts so much older. You admire your boyfriend incredibly.

"What are you going to make us?"

Finn opens up the cabinet's, "How does scooby-doo sandwiches sound?!"

"Fucking amazing!"

…

He gets out the lunchmeat, bread, toppings and condiments. The last thing that he surprises you with is an actual chef hat.

"Oh my god, where did you get that!?"

Finn "I have my ways, how do I look?" He strikes a pose, earning a laugh from you.

"So hot, babe." He chuckles and kisses you. "I hope you know that I am capturing this moment."

Finn "Go for it, but you have to tag me!"

You laugh, "Consider it done."

Once you pull out your phone and open snapchat, he puts on a whole act for you. Speaking in a british accent, using articulate words to describe his food etc. You are a giggling mess, making Finn break character a couple of times.

Finn finishes making the sandwiches, "Dinner is served!"

"It's early afternoon, babe."

He freezes, "Lunch is served!" You both burst out laughing.

"Thank you, Finn!"

Finn "You're welcome, baby." And you end the recording. You caption it, Scooby-Doo sandwiches with my boyfriend @finnwolfhard!

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The sandwich was so good that you barely savored it! Finn and you talked the whole time: talking about the week ahead, all of the possibilities in Amsterdam, going home to our families and seeing friends. You two plan on meeting each other's families after a short while of quality time. You are going to miss him while he is home in Canada and you are home in California. But you are thankful for the time you are spending with each other right now and the possibility of face timing and skyping while you two are apart.

Finn "Your phone is blowing up!"

"I know, I'm probably just going to turn it off. It's annoying."

Finn "Go ahead and check it, I have to check mine too.

It is all from your friend's, saying how happy they are for you that you have a boyfriend. Some are freaking out that you are dating Finn Wolfhard a.k.a one of the biggest young actors. You smirk at the responses and thank them for their support. Finn re-adds it to his snapchat with the caption 'Cooking my girl a gourmet lunch'. To which you gush over. It takes no time at all for his fans to freak out and congratulate him.

Finn "My fan's already love you and they don't even know what you look like! How 'bout we change that?"

"Yeah!"

Finn "Come here-" he pulls you onto his lap and you take multiple cute-couple photos. "God you are so beautiful, Y/n."

"And you are so handsome, Finn." He leans down and kisses you.

You post yours

'Met this boy on set for The Goldfinch, fell head over heels for him in no time. Still can't believe you are mine, Finn. You mean so much to me babe❤@finnwolfhard'

His post

'Met my baby on the set for my new movie. I knew from the moment I met her that I wanted to make her mine, to my shock she said yes. Best week of my life so far! Hope everyone is doing well, happy weekend❤@yourinstagramname'

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After your phones were done blowing up, you two's hearts were so full from the responses on your posts that they could burst. His fans were supportive and so were yours. You feared that they would not like you but they seem to actually love you!

Finn "My life just keeps getting better and better, ever since I met you. Before you, I thought that I was at my happiest but I was so wrong. Now that I have you, I am at my happiest Y/n. I hope you never forget how much you mean to me."

"Aw Finn! Every feeling you have for me, I have for you. If not more!"

Finn smiles, "I love you so much."

There is it, the three words you were waiting for. "I love you so much too, babe."

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thewritingstar · 3 years

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The Mystery Mom

This was a commission but the lovely person decided to keep it anonymous. I had a lot of fun with this one and the description of Wendys mom came from the creative client. I hope you enjoy this and this is my first fic for Gravity Falls! Enjoy :)

Characters: Dipper Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Connie Corduroy (OC)

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Word Count: 2K+

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Over the years Dipper Pines had seen some things. He was used to the unimaginable and the hard to explain. Whether it be small gnomes that tried to date his sister, a delusional boy with too much hair spray who also tried to date his sister or a demon that almost destroyed the world, he had seen almost everything.

He loved the mysterious and returning to Gravity falls for the fifth year in a row was going to be nothing short of that. One of the biggest conomdromes is how the small town had stayed quiet and hidden from the rest of the universe. He still couldn’t grasp that one.

However, no matter what the environment or mythical creatures that lurked about did, the people who inhabited the town had taken to his interest much more. Mable had always been the people person, that was a no brainer. Her ability to make friends in a minute or create a scene of positivity had always put a smile on his face and made him question if they were truly twins. On the other hand, he was much more quiet and asked the questions that not many would suspect, but in Gravity Falls, you get used to the Pines twins.

Dipper parked the car in the back of his uncle's infamous Mystery Shack, well now it belonged to Soos, but the twins were allowed to stay in the attic just like they did all those summers before. The motel in town was haunted and he would rather not be interrupted in his sleep by a ghost asking about Summerween.

“Well I’m off to see my gal pals.” Mable said as she closed her door and flashed him a smile that finally didn’t have metal anymore. The day those braces came off, she ate literally everything she couldn’t before and got the worst stomach ache of all time, Mabel thought it was worth it.

“Tell Candy and Greata I said hi.” He responded and she went inside to chat to Soos before grabbing the keys to the golf cart.

Dipper took a deep breath, enjoying the crisp air of the vast amount of trees that towered over the shack without a second thought. He adjusted his hat and looked around wondering where to start. A certain person came to mind and a smile broke out on his face as he began to walk into town where a certain family of lumberjacks lived.

Summer time was fun, not because of the absences of school but because you can relax and catch up with friends you may have not seen in awhile. Even though most people knew him, he only hung around a handful of people and the redheaded girl with the flannel was the one he cared about most.

The small bell rang as he entered the Mystery Shack. A smile came onto his face as he looked around the store and the memories came flowing in.

“What's up Dipper dude!” Soos cheered as he gave him a fist bump.

“Hey Soos.” He smiled. “Nothing much yet, just glad to be back.”

Soos let out a laugh before ruffling his hat. “Mr. Pines should be back tonight.”

“I’ll make sure to be back, I’ll see you later.” Dipper waved and turned to leave.

“Tell Wendy I said hi.” He heard Soos hollar just as he shut the door.

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Dipper stood at the dark oak door. A singular antler, no doubt shot by her father, was used as the door knocker and he gave it three swift knocks. He pressed his ear to the door and noticed that there wasn’t much noise, which was a rarity in the Corduroy household. Usually the commotion of her brothers and axes swinging could be heard down the street but instead a peaceful silence was there.

He stood for a few more seconds and turned. “Must not be home.” he said to himself with a tinge of sadness. As he began to turn away, the lock started to rustle and next thing he knew, the door was open.

He looked up, expecting to see Wendy or even her father but his eyes trailed down to someone else. A woman just slightly shorter than he, his growth spirit came just as sophomore year did, looked up at him with bright green eyes and a bright white smile. A faintly lit cigar that was the largest he had ever seen in his life, hung out of the side of her mouth.

“Uh, Hi?” Dipper said nervously but he was met with a small chuckle.

“I assume you’re looking for Wendy?” The woman said and he nodded. “Well she should be back soon but you are more than welcome to wait for her.”

Dipper looked around nervously and she caught on to his hesitation.

“Oh where are my manners! I’m Wendy’s mother.” She stuck out her hand. “Connie Corduroy.” She turned her head and blew out a puff of smoke.

“Oh. Nice to meet you Mrs. Corduroy!”

“Please darling, call me Connie.” She gave him a wink and turned. He noticed that she sounded different from the rest of her family. He then remembered how Wendy mentioned that her mom was born in Canada and spoke some French.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and felt much more relaxed. She led him inside and he took this time to study her. The codorys were known for their big muscles, bigger tempers and fire red hair that you could see from a mile away. But looking at her, she was the exact opposite.

Long blonde hair laid perfectly underneath a forest green beret and Dipper didn’t think it was possible to see a dress in this household. She was also petite and much smaller than Wendy. The fact that she was the complete opposite of her daughter looks wise wasn’t what caught him off guard, but the fact that she had rarely been mentioned.

Wendy wasn’t one to always open up about her family and at one point Dipper thought that her mom might have passed but luckily she hadn’t. He never heard a lot of stories of her. All he knew was that she liked to set things on fire.

“Care for a drink?” Connie asked as she brought him to the kitchen. Quickly she took her cigar and snuffed it in an ashtray before taking a fresh one and lighting a match. “Some water maybe?”

Dipper nodded politely before taking a seat on the couch and looked around. He was surprised to see all the photos lining the wall. Most of them were family photos where all the kids were forced into matching sweaters or fancy clothes. It was a little odd to see Wendy in a frilly dress and her brothers looking perfectly calm in the photos. But even knowing how much she probably hated that frock, she looked happy.

“So, Dipper. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Wendy was so excited when she heard you were coming back to the falls.” She smiled as she handed him a glass of water and stuck a cigar in his mouth, silencing him for a second.

The taste of tobacco filled his mouth as a spark came to life at the end. He had never been a smoker but Connie sure was determined to make him one. He grabbed the glass and popped the cigar out of his mouth and held it in his hand, unsure of what to do with it. “It's one of the few things I look forward to every year. I might like it better than Mabel loves Halloween.” He said as the water washed away the sour taste lingering in his mouth.

Connie let out a laugh. “That must be your sister. Wendy said something about her fighting a unicorn and liking glitter.”

“That's the one.” Dipper said with a chuckle. “So Connie, what do you do for a living?”

Connie smiled and picked up a picture of her standing in front of an explosion. “You’re looking at a professional demolitioner! Basically I get paid to blow up abandoned buildings, cars and heck! Even bad guys!” She gave him a wink.

“That's so cool!” Dipper gushed and he opened his journal and started to jot things down.

“What are you doing?” She asked as she came over to look. Her eyes widened in admiration as he jotted more things down and even drew a quick sketch of her that was, surprisingly, accurate.

“Oh, uh sorry. I like to document many things and I started doing a journal about the people in Gravity Falls and it just happens that I have been saving this page for you. And now that I know you blow things up for a living, it makes a lot of sense of why Wendy likes to do that stuff too.” Dipper said.

Connie smiled and looked at a picture of Wendy on the wall. “She’s always taken after me. Unfortunately due to my work, I have to travel a lot. I get to see the most amazing sights but I miss being at home with my wild family.” She frowned slightly. “On the other side, I get to tell the greatest stories too. I once blew up part of Mount Rushmore for the heck of it. There used to be two more giant heads until I got to it.” She winked.

“No way.” Dipper flipped to a new page and began to write as she kept going on about her adventures.

“Then there was that time in the rainforest where I saved an endangered group of rattlesnakes from a group of hunters.”

Dipper looked up from his journal. “Did you blow them up?”

“No of course not! But I did knock them out a bit.” She laughed as she held up her arms and flexed her muscles. “Yep even in a dress, I can kick some butt.”

“I don’t doubt that. I see a lot of you in Wendy and I’m happy that I got a chance to meet you.” Dipper smiled brightly.

“Well I’ll be going on a small business trip next week, real short stuff but should be back before summer ends. Maybe I’ll have more stories to tell you kids. Wendy always makes me go into extreme detail.” She laughed.

Suddenly Dipper’s phone chimed and he checked his new message. “Oh Wendy said she would meet me at the lake. Thank you for telling me all this, it was really nice meeting you.” He said as he got off the couch.

“Ya know Dipper. Not only do I blow things up, but I can travel by them too.” Connie said as she walked towards the back door and ushered him to follow.

He held his journal to his chest as he looked at the monster before him. “Y-you’re kidding right?” He shuttered.

Connie barked out a laugh before slapping him gently on his shoulder and walking up to the massive canon. “I do love a good joke but this is far from it. This will get you to the lake in a flash.”

After a few minutes of debating if he wanted to risk his life flying through the sky and a contract being signed, Dipper was seated in the dark red canon wearing a helmet that was slightly too big and smelt like maple syrup.

“All set?” Connie called from below before taking her cigar from her mouth and lighting the fuze with it. Dipper didn’t even get a chance to say anything before his body was being propelled through the air.

He shut his eyes tight as he felt the wind run through his hair and he made sure to put his hat and book into his backpack. The second he opened his eyes, he heard a sound come from above and suddenly a giant parachute opened above and helped guide him to the ground. He saw Wendy waving at him and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as his feet came to the ground. Due to the momentum of the wind, he stumbled head first into a bush and let out a small yelp as Wendy rushed over to help him.

“Woah, Dipper! You okay?” She asked as she took his hand and pulled him up.

He let out a laugh as he unclipped the harness and plopped his hat back onto his head. “Yeah I’m alright. Never been shot out of a canon before so that's a first.”

“Shot out of a canon?” She asked.

Dipper smiled. “Yep. By your mom actually.”

It was Wendy’s turn to laugh. “That makes a lot of sense. I was planning on us going there after the lake but guess you beat me to it.”

“She's really nice. You’re a lot like her.”

Dipper had known Wendy for many years and rarely seen her ever blush or get flustered but he assumed that Wendy thought very highly of her mother due to the compliment.

“Thanks Dipper. I hope when I’m older I’m more like her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you will be.” He said just as they walked to an ice cream stand.

“She said she was leaving today but I’m glad you got to meet her, she’s pretty cool.”

Dipper laughed. “I’ll say, she blows things up for a living.”

They ordered their ice cream and took a seat on the bench. Suddenly they looked to the sky to see something speeding in the air. Wendy squinted her eyes and a wide smile came to her face as a twinkle in the sky appeared.

“Looks like she left.” Wendy said. “She loves that canon.”

“Well I hated it.” Dipper chuckled.

“You’ll get used to it.” She bumped his shoulder playfully.

“I prefer to be on the ground thank you very much.” He stated.

Wendy barked out a laugh and they spent the rest of the day walking around the lake and listening to stories of Wendy’s amazing mom.

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I hope you liked it :)

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