#when will we have something to gif about wy :(
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ATEEZ: General NSFW Headcanons 🖤 (18+/ MDNI) 🔞🔞🔞
i am currently hard at work on the maknae line ver. of your first time having sex with ateez imagines, BUT i thought i could put this little diddy out to hold y’all over :) this one is more gender neutral too so it’s more inclusive!
TW: switch!HJ, switch!SH, dom!YH, sub!YS, dom!S, dom!MG, sub!WY, switch!JH, sexual intercourse (protection is up in the air,) giving and receiving oral sex, marking up, hair pulling, aftercare, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, missionary, doggy style, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spanking/ impact play, edging/ orgasm denial, choking, manhandling, pet names, sex toys, bondage, praise, degradation, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, jealous sex, thigh riding, size kink, daddy/sir kink, morning sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, roleplay, pegging, neck kissing and biting, breast/nipple play, begging, brat taming, rough sex, forced eye contact, phone sex/sexting, leather, food play, breeding kink, body worship, masturbation play, biting, grinding/dry humping, groping, undressing, whimpering/ moaning, kissing, mentions of BDSM, cursing
(god this is a lot, never say i don’t keep you guys FED 😤💞)
Hongjoong:
The switchiest switch that ever switched
He can be the biggest dom, especially when he’s jealous
Like have you seen how possessive he gets over his fans? Imagine how he is about you
All he has to do is see someone looking at you with desire and he sees red
All that’s going through his head is: “mine. mine. mine.”
Fucks you so hard you can’t walk and then goes: “Do you think anyone else could fuck you like that? No, I’m the only one. They can look at you all they want.”
Ooooo and if you’re a brat? He lives for taming you.
He’ll literally just give you a glare and go: “Just wait until we get home. You’re going straight to my room, understand?”
And you’ll be hard/wet in seconds, wishing you never teased him in the first place (except not really because you love it when he punishes you hehe)
LOVES marking you up with hickeys, they’re his favorite way of letting the world know you’re his
Will even try to convince you to wear a low cut top or a v-neck just to show them off
He’ll go crazy anytime you wear something red
Shirts, dresses, underwear, makeup, ANYTHING. if it’s red, he wants to take it off of you ❤️
HOWEVER, he also enjoys being a sub sometimes :) Mostly when he’s exhausted or stressed from work
He likes the freedom of being able to lie back and let you take care of him
And boy, do you 💀
He loooooves watching you ride him, about as much if not more than he loves topping you
Regardless of who’s on top, he loves seeing your face while having sex. Missionary is his favorite for that exact reason
Intimacy is a really big thing for him. I don’t see him as the type to just wildly fuck someone and walk away
The KING of aftercare. He always asks if you’re okay, holds you in his arms, plays with your hair, offers to get you food or water… he’s so soft for you 🥰
He loves to call you “my muse” and “baby” during sex
“Look at you, taking my cock so well… you’re a work of fucking art. It’s no wonder you’re my muse.”
“Oh baby, don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
He doesn’t really have a preference for what you call him… but he loses it whenever you call him “captain”
Especially if you’re the bottom, like if he tells you to do something and you reply, “As you wish, captain.” Holy shit, he’ll probably bust immediately
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Studio sex.
I KNOW it’s overused for him. But I don’t care. It’s not overrated if it’s genuinely good and true 😤
He works so much! It’s the perfect way to multitask 😌
Imagine bouncing up and down on his cock in his chair while he attempts to work on something, making him moan and cry out until he finally abandons his computer and destroys you from underneath…
He doesn’t have a lot of crazy kinks, but he does get some pleasure out of spanking you when you’ve been bratty
Calls you a “bad girl/boy” and makes you count as he slaps your ass over and over until it’s bright red (which only gets him going more ❤️)
He might enjoy some light bondage too, but that’s pretty much it :3
Also, you guys would definitely fuck to music sometimes (slow it down make it bouncy 😜)
Seonghwa:
He’s a switch, but he prefers being a dom
He loves pinning you down
And making you into a mess just with his fingers
Regardless of the role he’s playing, he’ll only cum after you do (Unless he’s had to go weeks without you)
Literally a master at oral… have you seen that tongue? It’s m a g i c a l
Kind of into edging? Like he’ll get you close with his fingers, then stop. Then he’ll get you close with his mouth, but stop again. Finally, he’ll let you cum in his cock
A big fan of neck kisses and biting
He also loves to play with your breasts… groping them, pinching your nipples between his fingers, jiggling them, licking them… it doesn’t matter how big or small they are, he loves them
He’s also into body worship, he’ll kiss every single inch of your body and tell you how beautiful you are
Lowkey has a thing for being called “oppa” or “hyung” during sex but SSHHH DONT TELL ANYONE 🤫
But he also likes to be called sir when he’s domming you 👀
“Does that feel good?” “Yes…” “Yes what?” “Yes sir.” “Very good. That’s a good girl/boy.”
THIGH RIDING
Nothing gets him going more than you humping his leg like a needy animal in heat 🔥
He’ll even tease you by pushing his leg up further against your core to give you more friction
But of course, he won’t let you cum like that. Only on his cock.
Suuuuuper into praise, both giving and receiving. He likes to hear how good he’s making you feel and vice versa
He’ll constantly tell you how pretty you look taking his cock :)
Makes the prettiest little noises when he cums 😭
His eyes never fail to roll back into his head when he finishes (the halazia eye roll OMG 🥵)
You kind of have a voice kink when it comes to him… and who could blame you, he has a sexy ass voice
He could be reading a grocery list and it would turn you on 💀
It pairs well with his masterful dirty talk… seriously, you think he could get you off just by talking to you if he wasn’t so adamant on making you cum on his cock all the time
He likes to kiss you the entire time you’re having sex
Which is fine by you, he’s a great kisser 💋
Is more into romantic sex than the rough kind
But he’ll fuck the shit out of you if he’s needy enough ;)
Likes to call you “darling” 🥰
“My darling, you’re breathtaking when you’re all fucked out… I could look at you like this forever.”
He might ask you to tie him up if he’s feeling extra subby 👀
You can tell he’s needy for you by the way his hands constantly roam over your body… squeezing your thighs, groping your ass, caressing your hips, jiggling your breasts… he’s so touchy when he’s horny
He gets sooooo whiny when he’s subbing. He practically begs you for his release, furrowing his brow and throwing his head back in desperation
“Please darling, please, I need to cum… I need you…”
Yunho:
dom dom dom dom dom.
I seriously don’t see him being a sub unless he’s really desperate
However, I do think he is a soft dom :)
He doesn’t want to throw you around or punish you. He just wants to be in control
Prefers obedient subs over brats, but he can handle a little attitude every now and then to keep things interesting 🔥
SIZE KINK
(another overused trope but it’s not overrated if it’s what??? GOOD AND TRUE.)
He looooves overpowering you with his size and strength, pinning both your wrists down with one of his large hands
Aaaaaand, a daddy kink for sure (the two kind of go together)
When you get whimpery and overstimulated, he just pouts affectionately and goes: “Awh princess, is daddy too big for you? I know you can take it.”
Big dick energy. I just know this man is PACKING
Oh yeah, speaking of which, he loves to call you princess. He could also call you prince depending on your preference :)
With these dynamics, it’s only a short segway into a sugar daddy/ sugar baby roleplay, just sayin 😗
He’ll come home with a super expensive gift for you, and obv you’ll be all excited and ask him what it’s for and he’ll be like: “Daddy’s gotta take care of his baby. Now, how do you plan on thanking me?”
Has the best hands in the world, so obviously he’s great at fingering 👀
Imagine his cold rings pressing against your entrance as he has you bent over one knee…
THIGH RIDING pt. 2
Seriously, have you seen this man’s thighs??? There’s no way he wouldn’t like his partner getting off on them!
Not super into giving you hickeys because he feels like he’s hurting you 🥺
However he DOES like it when you leave scratches down his back 😏
Likes fucking you in front of a mirror so he can watch you take him like a good girl/boy
Sex with him usually starts out slow and sweet but as time goes on he gets more and more rough
You guys had to move your bed forward a few inches because your headboard kept slamming into the wall 💀
He’s also into blindfolds… he loves making you so sensitive to his touch through the sensory deprivation
Also… he’s a gamer boy, so he’d love it if you’d go under the desk and “assist him” while he’s playing 👀
Yeosang:
He’s definitely not the biggest sub in the group (*cough* wooyoung *cough*) but he’s up there for sure
He’s just so delicate, I can’t really picture him as a dom
He’s not a brat at all, he likes to be obedient for you :)
He’d probably enjoy calling you “sir” or “ma’am” more than daddy or mommy
Likes to be praised, so be sure to tell him what a good boy he is and how well he’s doing ❤️
He’s 100% a whimperer 👀
His noises are ADDICTIVE, you just want to keep causing him to make them
Can’t form coherent sentences either
“Sir/Ma’am, I… I can’t, it’s too… I just, Ah!”
I don’t think he’d be into too many kinks, he’s more on the vanilla side
That’s not to say that sex with him is boring, because it most definitely is not 💀 He’s just not going to be into bondage or bdsm
However… he can get behind some roleplay 😏
Likes to play the role of your personal erotic dancer, stripping and grinding on you while you sit in a chair
Enjoys having his hair pulled
He might have a super deep voice, but when he’s close to cumming, it gets higher pitched. You think it’s absolutely adorable and live for the sound.
When you get to a point in your relationship where he feels he can trust you, he lets you take a recording of his voice while you get him off since you love it so much :)
He also likes to be called “pretty boy” ❤️
As you’re ruining him, you’ll lean back and brush some of his hair away from his face and go: “Look at my pretty boy, so fucked out and feeling so good…”
A big fan of oral! He loves watching you go down on him just to work him up before sex, but even more so he loves getting down on his knees and pleasuring you with his tongue
When he’s feeling good, her starts chuckling sexily in that deep ass voice of his. The sound is absolutely melodic, and you can’t get enough of it
Likes to be treated like a prince afterward 👑 He’ll be absolutely smitten if you give him tons of kisses and cuddles, play with his hair, and clean him up 🥰
San:
San can either be the most romantic love maker in the world or the roughest fuck ever
He’s a dom, and he likes brats. Have you seen him with Wooyoung? He’s a tamer for sure.
However, he’s still San. He doesn’t have it in him to be mean to anyone. He still wants to shower you in praise and make you feel good.
It just takes a little breaking sometimes 😗
He’s a big edger. When you’ve been especially bad, he’ll deny your orgasm at least three times before he lets you cum
Speaking of which, his stamina is INSANE. He can go multiple rounds without getting tired
“You want to cum? Well, you’re going to have to be a good girl/boy first. Only good girls/boys get to cum.”
Tease him in public. He won’t admit it, but he loves how bold you are riling him up around all your friends.
Run your hand along his thigh under the table, press your ass against his hips when you walk past him, bend over in front of him… he’ll immediately be thinking of all the ways he could fuck the audacity straight out of you 😈
He goes crazy hard sometimes. You’ve been worried that either you or the bed will break in half with how hard he fucks you sometimes 💀
A big fan of morning sex. It’s usually soft and slow, and he can make love to you delicately, the way he wants to
Also loves shower sex. He loves pressing you up against the glass and taking you from behind, then cleaning you up like a good boyfriend ❤️
CHOKING. This man loves to wrap one of his big hands around your throat when he wants to get your attention or remind you who’s in charge
Forced eye contact. He needs you to look at him the entire time he’s pleasuring you. If you try to squint your eyes shut, he stops and grabs your jaw forcefully.
“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you. I told you, don’t take your eyes off of me.”
Wants to look straight into your eyes when you cum 🥰
He loves marking you up, which isn’t such a hard thing to do with as hard as he fucks 💀 He also lets you give him hickeys and scratch his back up when you’ve been good :)
Because he can go so hard sometimes, he’s another king of aftercare. All the dom in him melts away and he goes back to your sweet, loving San.
“Are you alright, beautiful/ handsome? Did I go too hard? Are you hurt? Let me get you some food and water, okay? Just relax, I’ve got you.”
I love him so much I wanna cry.
That reminds me, he loves to call you “beautiful” or “handsome,” depending on your preference!
He doesn’t really like pet names, he prefers you just call him by his name
When you’re having slow, romantic sex, he loves it when you call him “Sannie” 🥺
Mingi:
This man is a FREAK and a mf’in HALF 😤
There’s soooo many things he’s into, I don’t even know where to start…
First off, he’s a dom. He switches between hard and soft depending on his mood and the situation
Most of the time he lets you pick :)
He’s down for whatever! He can spend all night punishing you with a riding crop or belt while you furiously fuck yourself on his cock, or indulge in some slow, romantic love making
He does let you go on top sometimes, but he’s still the power bottom
Bondage. He loves handcuffing you the bed and tying your legs together while he teases you with a sex toy ⛓️
Oh god does he love making you beg for it 😭
To him, there’s no better sound than you groveling beneath him, practically in tears asking him to please fuck you
Certified munch ™️
Seriously though, he looooves giving oral. I also see him being into multiple orgasms, to him, eating you out or sucking you off is the perfect first orgasm ❤️
BUT he also loves receiving just as much… when he’s in hard dom mode, he’ll make you suck him off before he’ll even think of touching you the way you want him to
You’ll be so overstimulated by the time he’s done with you. You’ll be a crying, whimpering mess, and he’s still pulling you onto up onto his lap going: “One more, sweetheart, you can do it.”
Speaking of which, his favorite name to call you is “sweetheart” 🥰
I can see him enjoying being called “sir” or “daddy” equally… probably sir when he’s a hard dom and daddy when he’s a soft dom :)
May or may not have a breeding kink 😗
Something about filling you to the brim with his cum with your legs on his shoulders so you can carry his seed just riles him up like no other
Loves creampies, consensually of course! (Wrap it before you tap it kids ☝🏻)
CHOKING pt. 2 (when he’s a hard dom)
THIGH RIDING pt. 3… he’s also got some thicc, juicy thighs, so he would obviously love letting you get off on them!
Wall fucking… he enjoys hoisting you up in the air, wrapping your legs against his waist, and fucking you right against the wall
Has a goal to fuck you in every single room of the house 💀
Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, living room, dining room…. you name it, he wants you there.
Phone sex and sending each other nudes and detailed descriptions of what you want to do to each other while he’s away 🔥
Also, don’t tell anyone, but he secretly has a thing for leather… whether it’s a jacket, boots, dress, pants, or even lingerie, it gets him GOING 🖤
Exhibitionism… he loves seeing how far he can go without getting caught, and the adrenaline is addictive (Don’t do this irl you can get in a lot of trouble lol)
In public bathrooms, hotels, dark closets, empty hallways… he knows exactly how to get you worked up enough to where you’ll agree
Food play… he loves covering you in whipped cream or hot fudge and licking it all off torturously slow
DOGGY STYLE. This is his favorite position. He loves making you arch your back as he pounds into you from behind, one hand in your hair and the other pressing down on your back 🥵
Big dick energy pt. 2. I fully believe that this man is thoroughly endowed 😗
Damn that was a lot, you’re welcome ;)
Wooyoung:
SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB!!!
Ya’ll already saw this coming who am I kidding
He’s literally outed himself as liking degradation 💀
He’s the world’s biggest brat too… he teases you all day long while you’re out in public, when he knows you can’t do anything until you get home
Loves to be manhandled. Shove him against the wall, yank his hair, grab him by the jaw and force him to look at you… he’ll just giggle euphorically and look up at you with a satisfied smirk
He may be a sub, but he still enjoys riding you. You’ll still have all the control, he’ll just be riding you like a cowboy 🤠
Masturbation play… he’ll literally leave the door open and moan so loud, just so you’ll walk in on him jerking off and punish him :)
Also likes it when you make him get himself off while you just sit there and watch
He’ll whine and complain that he needs you to touch him, but you know part of him loves being watched by your hungry, possessive eyes 💋
BITING… going both ways. He likes biting your shoulder when he’s close to cumming, and he likes when you bite him anywhere
Pegging. Please peg him. He needs it soooo bad.
But seriously, if you don’t have male anatomy, he will gladly buy you a strap-on HIMSELF and let you fuck him with it 😈
As I said earlier, he loves degradation. Tell him what a little slut he is and how naughty he’s been for you
Unlike Yeosang, he DOES enjoy calling you “mommy” or “daddy.” He might even let a “mistress” or “master” slip if the bdsm is cranked up 
Speaking of which, he likes to be tied up. Like, a lot. Whether it’s ropes or handcuffs, he loves it.
As soon as you have him right where you want him, he starts apologizing and telling you how he promises he’ll be a good boy…
Tease him just enough… don’t let him have it so easily
Loves it when you wear long necklaces or chains, so they can dangle down in his face :)
Oh and uh, he’s another whimperer 😳
Seriously, he’s SO loud. You get so worried that one of your neighbors will hear and complain 💀
You might have to get him a gag if he doesn’t quiet down soon… 👀
Jongho:
Like the captain, Jongho is another big switch. He couldn’t possibly pick which role he likes better.
On one hand, he adores towering over you and intimidating you, making you beg for him to fuck you…
He’s used to getting overlooked, so he takes this as a chance to showcase his true power
But on the other hand, he really enjoys letting you take the reigns and use him as your own personal fuck toy 😈
Jongho’s favorite nickname is “angel,” don’t try to tell me otherwise 😤
“You like that angel? Do you want more?”
He can be really possessive as well 👀
Does not like it when other people try to flirt with you and take you away from him… it makes his blood boil
If it’s from someone he hates, he’ll go full dom and fuck you so hard you can’t even remember who was flirting with you
But if it’s someone he actually respects and admires, he needs you to dom him and show him how he’s the only man for you ❤️
He’s super hot when he’s angry btw :) You can’t help yourself once you see him grit his teeth or clench his fists in jealousy
We got another loud one in here!
He swears he doesn’t mean to, but come on, he’s the main vocal! Once he starts feeling himself about to cum, he can’t help the moans and whimpers that spill from his lips
His favorite position is probably the mating press. He loves throwing your legs up over his shoulders and pressing your knees to your chest, pounding into you from up top
Although he also enjoys himself a good reverse cowgirl ;)
How could he not, you get to get off how you like, and he gets a phenomenal view of your backside
Speaking of which…. Choi Jongho is an ass man.
He loves groping it, slapping it, jiggling it, anything
Literally the way to get him worked up ten times out of ten is just to wear something tight that showcases your booty 🍑
I don’t see him being super kinky, but he does enjoy using toys on you
Imagine him running a vibrator over your clit or fucking you with a dildo while dirty talking you 🥵
When he’s feeling subby, he loves being called a “good boy” 💞 He also likes having his hair pulled!
You get to see the whiny side of him that no one else gets to see :)
“Please, angel… I want to cum for you so bad, will you let me, angel? Please?”
And who could possibly resist him when he’s asking so nicely 🥰
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“That’s not twue!”
*In this one Natasha and Yelena are your sisters. Reader is a little and has not told anyone yet.
TW: Mentions of self harm (but it doesn't happen)
Reader POV:
Just coming back from a mission all I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and slip into little space. Everyone's making it really difficult for me as they want to hear about my "successful mission" in reality I guess you could say it was successful but many civilians were injured and one almost died I guess I've just been beating myself up on the way back to the compound because I wouldn't be able to handle it if anyone died on that mission.
Everyone's talking at me and it's getting too stressful my pleading eyes look all around the room for someone who could possibly get me out of this situation. "Are you alright sestra?" Lena asks me "I need to go" I say in a breathless whisper "okay everyone! We can talk more at breakfast tomorrow. Me and Y/n are going to bed, goodnight." Everyone's bids us a goodnight and I just do a small wave in return before walking with my sister up to my room. As I'm walking I'm thinking of whether or not I hid all of my little stuff. Surely I have the last time I slipped was when I came back from a really distressing mission a month ago it would all be put away by now.
I allow Yelena to walk me into my room but before I can get changed and ready for bed in anyway my eyes lock with Natasha's who is sitting on my bed with an object in her hand. "Y/n.. are you pregnant?" I am visibly taken back "Natasha are you crazy? Why would you say that to her?" Yelena demands we were all sterilised in The Red Room so Yelena was shocked Nat would say something like that. Nat holds up the item in her hand my pacifier. All I want to do right now is cry, nothing is going the way it should be and this situation has forced my emotions to erupt. "No I'm not" I state my voice not above a whisper because if I speak louder my voice would break, I say as little as possible because I'm on the verge of slipping and if I mix up my words my sisters are sure to notice. "Don't lie to me I know you are." Nat accuses "that's not twue!" Natasha goes to argue but stops dead in her tracks just as Yelena had when she heard those words come out of my mouth. "Y/n?" Yelena asks cautiously "mhm?" I avoided saying anything "Y/n are you a little? It's okay if you are we just need to know so that-" "NOS I NOT. GET OU GET OU. STOWP IT" Nat stands there shocked by my sudden outburst "okay we're going to Tasha's room if you change your mind and want to talk" Yelena leads her and Nat out of the room.
After Lena and Nat have left the room I don't stop crying. The only thing that I know will stop me crying is if I use the blades. As I'm thinking about what to do I'm pacing around my room if I enter the bathroom I know I won't be able to turn back so instead I rush out of my room and to the room directly across from mine, I don't bother knocking and just enter straight away. "I- i mm sow-wy fo yewwing" I say barley able to get the words out in my still panicked state "Breathe for me baby" Tasha stays walking up to me slowly. "I- i- i- dddidn'nt wan t hur" "the people on the mission? Baby you didn't hurt them you helped them." Yelena explains in a concerned tone "cut" the only word I could say in the moment to try to get them to understand. Yelena didn't understand, she doesn't know about my past history with self harm however Tasha does. "Where is the blade hon?" At that Yelena stiffens. "I din't do t" "that's good sweetheart, that's good. Why don't we go to your room and go sleepies?" Natasha asks "Lena, Nat stay wif me?" I look at them wonderingly "of course baby" Lena reassures.
Lena holds my hand as I lead them to my room. "Tuffie!!" I exclaim and grab my giant pink unicorn stuffie. Natasha pulls my covers out so we can all get in bed "okay there we go lay down sweetheart" Natty says in a whisper I fuss until Nat gently pushes me so I'm laying down, I face Yelena and keep my hand in hers and Nat hugs me from behind. "Nigh nigh" I say "night night Y/n/n" Yelena replies softly "goodnight bubs"
When Nat sees my breath has evened out she slowly unwraps herself from me and searches all through my room and bathroom to make sure any sharp items are gotten rid of.
Nat then sneaks herself back into bed so that her sister knows she's safe when she wakes up in the morning.
Author Note:
The end of my stories are difficult for me to write and tbh I just wanted to get something published today.
I hope you guys are having a good day
Thanks for reading <3
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"Professional" Bakers
Just know that I've never made brownies from scratch in my life, okay?
UNEDITED
Credit to the lovely swingin for the gif above.
"Okay, so it says we need eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla extract..." I said trailing off at I made sure we had everything to make brownies. Tomorrow is Addison's birthday and we wanted to do something nice for her. So, what better than making something, both chocolatey and delicious than some brownies. But the only thing is I've never made brownies before. At least not from scratch and there's a first time for everything, right?
"Alright, the only thing missing is the chocolate chips." I nodded to myself as looked over the table of ingredients, not seeing them. "I could have sworn, I bought some though." I said to myself, checking the fridge. "Where could they- Wyatt." I shook my head as I looked for Wyatt. I didn't want to call out his name, because I wanted to scare him. I slowly looked around the house, looking for the sneaky wolf. I walked upstairs to check there to find the bathroom door closed. We usually keep it open, to let people know, it's unoccupied. I grabbed the door lightly to find it locked.
I shake my head smiling to myself. "Wyatt. Open the door, you sneaky wolf." I said, leaning up against the wall. He didn't open the door right away, but you could hear the water running before it turns off and he opens the door. "Thank you," I said plucking the chips out his claws, only for him to be a little sad about it. "Alright, how about this." I grabbed his chin gently, making him look at me.
"If you help me with these brownies, I'll buy you another bag of chocolate chips just for you, okay?" He instantly perked up and dragged me down the stairs into the kitchen. "What first?" He asked, ready to help. I grab my phone from off the charger and read the instructions. "According to this totally reliable site, we melt the butter with the sugar, salt and cocoa powder." I grab the bowl as Wyatt grabs the ingredients, as I go over to the stove and starts the double boiler. I melt the ingredients in the bowl, stirring it occasionally as it melted, as Wyatt read the next line of instructions to me.
"Add the vanilla and eggs." He said grabbing the items as he read it to me. I let it cool a bit, before adding the vanilla and two eggs, one by one. "Okay, now we need to add the flour, you can do this part, Wyatt." I handed him the 1/2 of flour and watched as he slowly poured it into the mixture, careful not to get it everywhere, then started to fold it into the mixture. "Okayy, Wyatt. Didn't know you had a knack for baking." I fold my arms over my chest, smiling wide. "I'm not, but when I'm with you, I could do anything, as silly as it sounds." "It's not silly, Wy, it's kind of cute. But at the end of the day, this just means, I'm just that good of a chef."
I lean up against the island, smiling to myself. "That good of a chef, huh?" I nod. "What about the time you tried, cooking up brains for Zed, Eliza and Bonzo and you almost blew off the roof of the kitchen." "That was one time!" "Twice." He mumbled and covering hand with his mouth, trying not to laugh. "Twice?!" "You can't tell me; you don't remember doing that AT ZED's HOUSE. They won't even let us come over for dinner now." "That's so not true," Wyatt looked away and went back to stirring. "Wait, really?" He nods, as I get sad, and Wyatt rubs the small of my back, planting a kiss to my forehead.
"Maybe, if we finish these brownies, they'll let us back over there. And NOT to cook." I grab the bowl, and pour some of the chips in the bowl, mixing that in. "Can you watch this as I grab the pan?" He nods and I grab the pan, putting parchment paper at the bottom, and went back over to the island to find, Wyatt with his fingers in the mixture. "Wy! Get your hands out of the mixture!" I slap his hand away. "Ow!" "You probably didn't wash though dirty little paws of yours!" I laugh, pushing him away gently. "I wanted to taste it, and for your information, I did in fact wash my hands." He said with a pout. "I know, I'm just messing, can you hold this for me?" He grabs the pan still upset and I pour in the brownie mixture.
I then put it in the oven, that I had preheating before we started making the brownies. I start the timer, as we waited, Wyatt and I relaxed and laid on the couch in our living room.
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Once the timer went off, I jumped up to grab the oven mits and took it our carefully, and Wyatt turned off the oven, I grabbed a toothpick to see if needed any more time in the oven, since we did have to cook it a little longer than what the site said. But I took the toothpick out of it, and nothing stuck to the pick, meaning it was done and ready to eat. "Is it done?" I nod, cutting it into pieces, and Wyatt being himself tried to take some, resulting in me slapping his hand away again. "Ow! Would you stop that?" "No, Wyatt. This is hot, and it's for tomorrow." "Can I have a piece, please?" I was going to say no again, but then he gave me puppy dog eyes, and I just couldn't. "Fine." He smiled and took a brownie, not a second wasted in devouring it. "I can't believe, I feel for you and your stupid puppy dog eyes.
"Well, you were the one to say 'yes,' to me and these stupid puppy dog eyes, and now you're stuck with me." I rolled my eyes, looking down with a small smile, putting the brownies away. "I did, and I wouldn't trade what we have for anything else in the world, as silly as it sounds." I grin, and as Wyatt leaned in for a kiss.
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I’m Not The Only One // YH Part 2
Three years of marriage have gone down the drain when your husband decided to let not only his eyes but also his hands wander elsewhere. Your mutual friend helps you get payback. Realizing half way through getting even with your husband, that the friend and you are now two sides of the same coin.
“I couldn't stop laughing
No, I just couldn't help myself
See, you messed up my mental health
I was quite unwell.” - Lily Allen
🌹Pair: Yunho x Reader, Husband Woo x Reader
🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller
🌹Word Count: 3.4k
🌹Warnings: Cheating, Emotional Breakdown, Cursing, Suggestive, Blood, Abuse, Manipulation, Mental Instability
🌹Authors Note: Y’all got me sobbing with how much love I received from all of you! I tried not to make any of you wait too long for part 2 so here it is! This is part 2 too I’m Not The Only One // WY! The song I based this fic off of is Smile by Lily Allen. I HIGHLY recommend listening to that song while reading the fic! I threw pieces of her song lyrics into the fic too! Just as a caution I do not view any of the Ateez members in this light. It’s just a fic! I really really hope you enjoy part 2 💗🌹!
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Blinking slowly..his eyes open, wincing at the light that was currently in the room. He slowly raised his head up, sat right across from him was you, smiling while your hands rested on your knees. “Baby I have the worst headache over.” He groans out while attempting to lift his arms to suddenly realize his arms are tied behind his back and he’s strapped down to a chair. He starts struggling to move around, thrashing his body back and forth trying to loosen the rope that was currently holding him to the chair.
“Shhh shhh..relax Woo. Everything is going to be okay.” You say while standing up from your chair and walking towards him slowly, crouching down, hands coming to cup both sides of his face. He looks up at you with a confused look. “Is this…something new you wanted to try..?“ he says with slight hesitation in his voice.
You stand straight from your crouching position, lowering your hands to grip both of his shoulders, looking down upon him. He lets out a slight chuckle “Baby..if this is your attempt at being dominant I’m all for it.” He says while eyeing you up and down. Your smile grows showing off all your teeth..”Oh honey.. you haven’t seen anything yet. The game is just about to start!” You say while turning around to grab the long cloth pieces that were hanging off of the back of your chair, walking over to Wooyoung. “Ooo kinky. You're going to gag me baby?” He says while biting his lip. You crouch down so you are eye level with him.
“Only one of these pieces of cloth is a gag..” You walk slowly behind him..hands running over his shoulders. You put a piece of the cloth in his mouth, tying it tightly around his head. You slightly bend down behind him, wrapping your hands around the longer piece of cloth.“Now we are going to play truth or truth. If you answer honestly with a head nod I’ll reward you but if you lie..you get punished.” You say while staring at the back of his head. “Understand the rules?” He lets out a muffled chuckle and nods.
“Is it true we have been married for three years?” He nods his head. “Good good. You remember. Is it true..that you have known me for over ten years?” He nods once again. You crouch down to his ear “Am I the person you love most in life?” He nods. Letting out a quiet chuckle. “Is it true that you’ve been having an affair...and I want you to answer honestly because if you don't, no reward.” You stay teasingly.
He starts drastically shaking his head no. You click your tongue against your cheek. You suddenly throw the long piece of cloth around his neck and start giving it a secure tug. “Didn’t I say don’t lie? Here you are lying.” You pull on the cloth tighter, beginning to choke him out. “We will try this again.” You spit through gritted teeth loosening your grip on the cloth. Muffled shouts are all you hear echoing through the room. “The night San went to get flowers for his mom, is that what really occurred? And I repeat, answer wisely.”
He shakes his head in a nodding motion. “Two for two with the lies!” You grip the cloth and start choking him hard. He starts thrashing in his seat. You tug on the cloth tighter. “I have all fucking day!” You yell in his ears. Now standing over him, looking down at him , tears are pouring out of his eyes, he’s trying to gasp for air. Just as his eyes start to roll into the back of his head, you let the cloth loosen.
Eyes rolling back to the front. He takes a deep breath as well as he can due to the gag that’s in his mouth constricting his airway. You tilt his head back so he’s looking directly up at you. “We are playing my game…it’ll only get harder from here so I suggest you start playing my game correctly.” You say with a sinister smile on your face. “Now let’s ask another question..the takeout you brought home Friday night..was it good?” You say while staring deeply into his eyes.
He nods his head very slowly. “Good good.” You say while coming around to step in front of him, leaning down “I made your plate extra special. All for you.” You boop him on the nose. “I was worried for a while that you might’ve been able to taste it.” You say nonchalantly with a shrug. He is too afraid to look up into your eyes so he settles on glaring at the floor. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” He lifts his gaze to your dark, cold eyes.
You start adjusting the cloth so both ends are in your hands. “I was worried you’d taste the sleeping medicine. Some days I was worried that I had put too much or too little.” You shrug. “But when you stood up to put your dish in the sink, you dropped to the floor.” You chuckle. “Face first right into the floor. You got blood all over it too after I had just cleaned up!” Exhaling..”Thankfully though..I didn’t have to move you down here because if that was the case..I would’ve just kicked you down the stairs and that would’ve created a bigger mess.”
Tears are pouring out of Wooyoung's eyes. His body is hysterically shaking, letting out muffled sobs. You throw your head back, laughing hysterically, doubling over in laughter. He looks at you with disgust, heartbroken by the actions you’ve displayed to him. He can no longer recognize the person he married. It’s like evil has warped your body. You throw one hand on his knee to balance yourself while laughing. Your laughter slowly starts to die down..smacking your lips you tilt your head back and stare at the ceiling.
Catching your breath..”Have I not been good to you? Have I not been loyal? A good partner?” You say while staring at the ceiling. No response, all you hear are his muffled sobs and sniffles. He’s confused as to how you can flip through your emotions so fast. It’s like you're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde “I gave you all of me..I gave you everything!” You suddenly yell, making Wooyoung flinch, crying even harder. Tilting your head down, looking down upon Wooyoung.
You walk towards your chair, plopping down and rolling your shoulders. “You are so pathetic.” You groan out. “For so long it felt like I was drowning..like I was sitting in a dark room..just caving in on myself. I waited everyday for you to notice..and you never did..my room had no light but yours did tho, didn’t it?” You whisper out. “Look at me.” You whisper..it falls on deaf ears. Unhappy with the no response he gives you. Standing up, screaming out “I said fucking look at me!” Wooyoung's muffled sobs are all that is heard besides your heavy breathing.
He drags his eyes up looking at you with fear. You walk towards him towering over him..”You are beneath me now, anyone who is beneath me will always be below me and I will never let you get the chance to get over on me again.” You grit out..snatching the gag out from his mouth he heaves in a big breath. Crying out loud “Baby..wha-.” You swear everytime he calls you baby it’s like nails on a chalkboard, knowing that you weren’t the only one he was calling baby, your restraint in your mind breaks.
Suddenly letting out a scream of frustration you grab the back of his head, crashing his face down on your knee, hearing a loud crunching noise when his face makes contact with your knee. “Please God, make it stop!” He yells out. You pull his head back again, smashing it into your knee, repeatedly until blood is pouring from his face. You drop your hand out of his hair..while he stutters out a cough.
You realize while looking at his shaking figure, tear stained face, that he has cracked you in so many ways. Mentally you are checked out. The final step of him cracking you, was your sanity..that you know, you can no longer get a grasp of. You know if you were to look in a mirror you wouldn’t be able to recognize yourself. That’s how far gone you are. Thinking these thoughts while hearing Wooyoung cry and scream out for someone to help it makes you shake with rage again. Grabbing a fist full of hair again.
“Go on, Wooyoung cry out for your lover now, cry out to her. Have her come save you!” You say in a mocking tone, hands still tightly wrapped in a fist full of his hair, tilting his head back even more, you are looking down at him. Lowering your mouth to his ear “Go on, call for her.” You spit out slowly. He lets a sob rack through his whole body. “Who baby? I only love you! Please baby, please!” He babbles through sobs.
Your other hand creeps up and wraps around the cloth that was still around his neck, squeezing it hard. “Do you know the things I could do to you my love? The things I could put you through? They wouldn’t even accumulate to what you’ve made me feel. Bask it in Woo. Look at what you’ve made me, what you’ve done to me. Look at the fucking monster you created!” You say while your grip on the cloth gets tighter.
He starts choking..” Baby plea- pl-.” He tries to get out but your grip tightens “STOP CALLING ME BABY!” You scream in his face, gripping the cloth tighter. “The axe forgets but the tree always remembers..” You say out loud to yourself barely above a whisper. Slowly you start to dissociate…all the evil thoughts start to cloud your mind, all the betrayal, heartbreak, and lies that you’ve been told. Hearing him start to gasp loudly snaps you out of your thoughts. His eyes rolling into his skull with a choked out noise, you let go of the cloth. Shoving his head with your index finger “You fucking make me sick.”
All of a sudden you hear the steps creaking. Wooyoung shoots his head up, trying his best to keep his eyes open. “Someone is coming to save me, someone is coming to save me.” He mutters to himself while looking at the door with hopefulness. Eyes wide like saucers when he sees Yunho open the door and walk in the room. “Yunho! Please help.. she’s holding me and and-.” Wooyoung is sputtering out, stumbling so hard over his words he can barely make a coherent sentence.
“What’s going on?” Yunho says while his eyes dart around the room, noticing your heavy breathing and Wooyoungs bloody and bruised face. Eyeing the chair that sat across from Wooyoung, Yunho looks at it, decides to take a seat. Stretching his legs out, throwing his arm over the side of the chair. Fishing out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting one up. “ I said, What's going on?” He says with more bite in his tone. While he locks eyes with Wooyoung.
“What…what are you doing? Get up and help me! Untie me! Do something Yunho! She’s crazy!” Wooyoung exclaims tears slowly filling his eyes once again. Your eyes flicker to Wooyoung, smiling as the tears start to build in his eyes. Yunho takes a drag of his cigarette locking eyes with you across the room. Smiling instantly, he beckons you over with a wave of his finger. “No no.. she’s far from crazy…she’s perfect.” Yunho whispers out.
Slowly waltzing up to him, his eyes rake your body from head to toe. Drinking you in like he is a man who has been stranded on a desert island for years and you are his first chance at fresh water and food. Stopping right in between his legs…he lets out a breath of smoke…you are peering down at him, hovering over his body, he looks up at you like you are his Goddess and this room is your temple as he is here to worship you.
Placing a delicate hand on your waist he turns you around to look at Wooyoung and pulls your hips down so you are seated on his lap. One arm securely wrapping around your waist, rubbing your hip to soothe you as Yunho can tell that you are a bit shaken up.“Are you alright, love?” He said while looking at you concerned.
Wooyoungs eyes grow twice in size, he feels his stomach twist in knots. He cannot believe what he’s seeing right in front of him. You were seated on his once best friends lap. Tears start to fill his eyes again he looks down at the floor, disgusted in what was in his line of view. Tears quickly start to pour out of his eyes, hitting the dirty, cold floor. You lean forward running your hand thru Wooyoungs hair, grabbing a fist full of hair, yanking his head back.
“Look at me when you are crying or I will end you right here.” You say with a sinister smile painted on your face. He slowly picks his head back up. His eyes darted back and forth between you, who was placed on Yunhos lap like it was your throne, and the floor. He lets out a soft sob..”How long?”
”How long what?” You reply with a slight cheerful tone while staring at Wooyoung. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN A THING?” He screams out, tears now pouring down his face. Yunho carefully removes you from his lap, swiftly reaching out, wrapping his hands around Wooyoungs throat, applying mild pressure, blowing cigarette smoke in his face. “You are going to talk to her like you have some fucking sense or I will make sure you never speak again.” He spits out through gritted teeth.
Squishing Wooyoungs cheeks together causing his mouth to open partially. He’s never seen Yunho look so terrifying in his life. Eyes filled with nothingness, nothing but endless waves of void. He’s seen this look before, it was the same look you were giving him earlier. Wooyoung shakes his head in a nodding motion, choking out for air. Yunho lets go, shoving his head back roughly, he goes back to his seat, pulling you in his lap, you toss your legs over his. Wooyoung coughs heavily, heaving for fresh air.
“Not too shortly after you and Mila started.” You say while twirling your fingers through Yunhos hair. Coming to a halt and tossing a glance Wooyoungs way. You let out a soft chuckle..plucking the cigarette from Yunhos lips, pulling it up to yours to take a puff. “Didn’t think I knew about that did ya?” You say while throwing your legs off of Yunho, crouching down to get eye to eye with Wooyoung. You blow the smoke in his face, just as the smoke clears he sees your menacing smile, eyes just as empty as earlier. Ashing the cigarette on his pants leg. “Open your mouth.”
You say while balancing the cigarette between your lips, squishing his cheeks between your hand causing his lips to part. You grab the cigarette that was balanced between your lips, placing the lit end right on his tongue, putting the cigarette out. He lets out a scream of pain. “I told you earlier that you would get punished if you were lying, not surprised you failed.” Just as you pull back, Wooyoung makes an advance to move his head forward to bite you. Just missing your finger by two inches.
Yunho catches sight of his actions, quickly rising out of his seat, pushing the chair that Wooyoung was sitting in over. Hitting the ground with a hard thud making his vision dance, all Wooyoung sees is Yunho hovering over you, petting your hair and holding you close. He cannot make out exactly what Yunho is whispering in your ear but he knows it must be something to soothe you because your body goes lax in Yunhos hold.
Violently sobbing again “I hate you, I hate you both.” He whimpers out. All of a sudden he feels a heavy weight on his chest, through his blurry vision he sees you with your foot on his chest. Right behind you, towering over you is Yunho sinisterly smiling down at him. Both of you looked like something that escaped from a horror film.
In this very moment he realizes what you and Yunho are. The puppet and the puppet master. “You hate me? Feeling is mutual.” You spit out. Crouching down “I used to light myself on fire for you…keep you warm, lighten up your space when it got dark… you never did that for me tho did you? My fire was burning out and yet you still expected me to remain lit for you.” You say through a whisper.
“See, you messed up my mental health, I was quite unwell. I was so lost back then. But with a little help from our friend I found the light in the tunnel at the end.“ Wooyoung feels his chest cave in all the memories flooding back, the lies he’s told you, how many wrongs he’s done to you, the attention and wandering eye he had elsewhere. His mind also drifts back to when he first noticed that you and Yunho were getting close. All the times he’d cancel and you’d say it was alright you had plans with Yunho.
Never crossing his mind that you two would end up like this. He hears you sniffle, watching your tears drop, he looks at you with your head hung low, as you slowly stand he realizes that you are smiling, those tears you dropped weren’t out of sadness they were of pure amusement. “You both need fucking help, Y/n get away from him! He’s filling your head, get away from him!” He starts to scream through a choked on sob.
Chuckling to yourself, walking backwards til you were resting against Yunhos chest. ” Why would I get away from him Woo? He saved me.” You say through a breathless whisper. Yunho caresses your head slowly. “Did you think everything that was happening to you was by sheer coincidence?” Yunho asks in an amused voice.”Were you that blind? I mean the flat tire?”.
“When you got mugged.” You say with a shrug.
“Mila leaving you was my favorite.” Yunho says with a chuckle in his voice.
“Leaving him..for another man at his law firm was the real kicker.” You and Yunho start hysterically laughing.
“No no the real kicker.. When she told him she was pregnant and it wasn’t even his baby it was his coworkers!” You say with a loud laugh that has you and Yunho wiping tears out of your eyes.
“No, what really got me was him thinking he was going to run off into the sunset with her, leaving me no money and no goodbye letter!” You fall into Yunhos side, both of you hysterically laughing like you’ve been told the funniest joke ever.
“But when everything started happening to you, when we saw what all those things were doing to you..I just couldn’t stop laughing, I just couldn’t help myself….” You say while looking at him, staring what felt like a hole straight through Wooyoung, smiling.
“It did take a lot of time.”
“Loads of planning too!” Yunho says smiling, throwing a glance Woos' way.
“You getting fired at the law firm was pure luck though. We didn’t plan that. That one really did just happen. Oh how I wish me and y/n could’ve taken credit for that.”
Wooyoung looks up at you with eyes as wide as saucers. “That.. that was all..you?” He stutters out. You roll your eyes, slipping out of Yunhos grip, looking down at Wooyoung “Technically..it was all of us.” You say with a sly grin on your face. Looking over your shoulder, seeing Yunho smile at the situation that was currently playing out in front of him. Satisfaction coursing through his veins.
Wooyoung starts hysterically sobbing again, shrieking loudly, shoulders shaking with each breath. “Bu- But why? Why?!” You smirk, hovering over him, you grab his face with your hand, fingernails digging into his cheeks. He slightly jerks his head back, wincing as his head hits the ground with a thud. “Because..when I see you cry, it makes me smile.”
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I honestly love the thriller vibe on Yunho😭👏🏼! I really want to see him play a villain in a drama. I swear he would kill the role! This was so fun to write. I literally had about three or four different versions of part 2. I struggled so hard trying to choose which one I felt would fit the best🤣😭. Are we here for both Y/n and Yunhos villain era? Maybe I’ll post an alternate ending? Due to all the various versions I made of part 2. I really hope you all enjoyed it🌹💗!
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@socdaily EVENT 2021 | Day 1
» The Crows + Colors
#socdailyevent2021#socedit#sabedit#socdaily#thecrowsdaily#userghafa#userfayne#useralessandra#userjessica#usersankta#usermarcia#usermcfly#usersbrenna#the crows#*mine#shadow and bone#when will we have something to gif about wy :(
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I will always choose you- Kaz Brekker x Inej x Fem!reader
for @messers-moony-lupin and @brekker-zenik
this was inspired by ‘Fourteen’ by the amazing @parkersbliss
Summary: A difficult choice is to be made, and you’re life depends on it. But what happens when you aren’t chosen?
(also to make myself happy, I’ve added some Hindi words k?) Everyone is in their twenties.
taglist: @scandalous-chaos @sirisuorionblack @staytrueblue @kurogue-nine
As a child, I was always told to love.
So love I did.
I loved as a friend, I loved as a teacher, I loved as a killer. And I loved him.
I’ll admit, when I first saw him, I hated him, he seemed to a sourpuss of sorts. Well, a very handsome sourpuss.
And I stayed.
I killed.
I made people scream.
I orphaned babies.
All for him and only him.
I pretended not to notice the way he looked at her.
How he seemed to be softer around her, his eyes lingering on her face. How he seemed to memorize every detail.
I ignored it.
And what was worse, was that he told me everyday that he loved me too. He said it the day he held my hand, the day he kissed my forehead, and the day he got down on one knee.
So did he have to make me hope for something that isn’t there anymore?
“Y/n, today’s an important job, I need you to stay focused. You’ll be going with Jesper, Inej and I will meet you at the rendezvous point.” Kaz ordered, handing you your clawed gloves.
You nodded, putting them on and flexing your hands. Haan, haan, aap tho jayie na? It’s not as if you need me anyway.
He nodded at you and left. Not sparing you a second glance.
As you left the room, you saw Inej and smiled, even if Kaz was a jerk, you could never hate her, she was too good, too pure.
and also your unofficial sister, she was you’re maid of honour and she would never even think of betraying you.
Right?
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“ Wylan? Where’s your boyfriend? Kaz paired me up with him again.” you entered his and Jesper’s shared bedroom.
Wylan scowled, “ He’s with Anika.”
You furrowed you’re eyebrows, “ You okay Wy?” you sit down next to him
“ I don’t know Y/n.” he rested his head on his knees.
“ Talk to me.” you put your hand on his shoulder, your wedding ring shining in the candlelight.
“ I’m scared Jes doesn’t love me anymore.” tears started streaming in little streams across his face, dripping from his chin.
You pulled the boy into a hug, running your hand through his red hair, “ Shh Wy, I understand, it’s okay.”
“ No, you don’t understand! You and Kaz are fine! You don’t cry yourself to sleep, thinking that he’ll leave you, even though you’re married!” he cried into your shoulder.
You chuckled softly, “ Wy, I think I’m the only one here who will understand. Jes loves you, Anika and him are like brother and sister, he’s helping her ask out that new girl, the one with the purple hair? Leyla? You know her right?”
Wylan nodded, sniffing and wiping his eyes, “ I know her, she hit on me and I had to tell he I was married and she immediately apologized, then she went to ask you out but turned the other way when Kaz came to stand beside you.”
You both started chuckling, “ Yeah, and Jes loves you so much Wy! Everytime we go on a job together, he talks about you, how much he missed your hair and you’re ‘lovely blue eyes’.”
“ Thanks Y/n, you’re amazing.” Wylan hugged you again.
The door opened and Kaz stepped inside, his mouth pulled into a scowl.
“ Y/n/n! I told you to bloody ask Jesper, not Wylan, why the hell are you here instead of downstairs?”
“ I was asking Wylan where he was!” you argued.
“ You asked him by hugging him?”
“ Kaz-” Wylan began.
“ Leave it Wy..” you patted his shoulder and scowling at Kaz, you rushed out. Kutta
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“ Jesper, I’m scared Kaz doesn’t love me anymore.” you confessed to the sharpshooter.
“ You’re married Y/n.” he deadpanned.
“ He doesn’t look at me anymore. Not the way he used too.” you were making you’re way to the rendezvous point.
“ Y/n, just know, you have a choice, you become suspicious and distance yourself from him, or you trust him. I know Kaz isn’t the most trustworthy person ever, but you were crazy enough to marry him, so just trust him. He loves you.” Jes replied, keeping his pistols ready.
You hummed in reply, and went forward, leaving Jesper behind.
The rendezvous was a fountain area in the garden district, behind a merch’s house. Kaz and Inej had nabbed a painting from there before.
You made you’re way quietly, trying not to step on dried leaves.As you reached the fountain, you saw them.
Why was he holding her hand, albeit gloved, when he was supposed to be your’s?
Oh, he was just handing her a piece of paper.
Okay, good.
Very good.
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After Jes arrived, you and Kaz headed to where the job was supposed to happen.
You both walked silently, but you couldn’t help but crunch a few leaves.
Kaz looked at you over his shoulder, “ Really?”
“ Yes really.” you stuck your tongue out.
He let out a huff and kept walking.
You’re face dropped and you walked again, this time staying away from the leaves.
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“ We can’t get to the emerald without the key! and the key is the floor above! We have to jump down the window and walk the stupid ledge.” Kaz swore louudly as the door began breaking, Dime Lions on the other side.
You immediately ran out and began walking the ledge which was slippery from the rain.
“ Shit I’m slipping!” he shouted.
“What am I supposed to do about it?” you screamed at your husband.
“ Jump of the goddamn ledge!” he shouted.
“ I’M NO INEJ YOU PODGE!”
“ JUST BE USEFUL FOR ONCE IN YOU’RE LIFE AND AND JUMP!.” he screamed.
That’s it.
Instead of jumping down, you shimmied up to the next window and broke the window, climbing inside.
As a few Dime Lions, ran into the room, you flexed your clawed gloves, and steadied your feet.
You jumped sideways, dodging bullets and lashed your hand out, scratching their faces, making them drop their weapons and holding their heads in pain.
You rushed out to find Inej being held in place, clutching her chest in pain.
“ Inej!” you shout, and go to her side.
Suddenly, a searing pain blooms in your chest, making you see stars.
“ Inej!” you hear Kaz exclaim and you can see him go to her side.
What about me?
“ Y/n, look at me, love look at me.” he holds your head up and clasps your face.
“ Kaz!” Inej shrieks as her head, rolls back in pain.
Kaz looks at both of you, his Wraith, and his wife, screaming in pain.
“Brekker.”
Kaz whips his head around to face Pekka Rollins himself.
“ Rollins you BASTARD.” you scream out.
Pekka gestures to a man who’s holdling his hands out, a Heartrender.
The man, tightens his fingers and you scream louder.
“ So Brekker, the two most important people in you’re life. The girl you loved as a boy, and girl you love as a man. Choose who gets to live.”
“ I’ll kill you.” Kaz cocks his gun.
“ You press that trigger, they both die, now choose.”
Kaz looks at the both of you and his eyes lingered on Inej.
What about me?
Just like they did everyday now, he seemed to memorize her face before looking at you, staring at you.
“ Come on Brekker, we all know who you want to pick, go on. Put her out of her misery.” Pekka hands him a knife.
His eyes a little clouded, he raised his hand, and threw it.
You screamed.
It wasn’t the pain of the knife, nor the Heartrender.
He Betrayed you.
You loved him, and he didn’t choose you.
I will always choose you.
The Bastard lied.
Kaz came over to you and he held your face in his hands.
“ I’m sorry.” he cried out.
As you closed you’re eyes, you could only manage to say it, “ I love you.”
Because you did, even when he betrayed you, even when he chose her, you would always choose him.
~>~>~>~>~>~
I HATE THIS SO MUCH IM SO SORRY
Translation: Haan, haan, aap tho jayie na- Yeah yeah, please go.
Kutta-Dog
#kaz brekker x reader#kaz brekker x reader angst#kaz brekker#i hate this im really sorry#not my best work#jesper x reader#wylan x reader#six of crows x reader#six of crows x you#kaz brekker imagine#kaz x y/n#Echo actually writes
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Hetalia Monday Challenge for June: Take a deep breath, because we only had started!
I'm proud that this page, even being little and unknown, is surviving thanks to the all participants and supporters. If you could reblog this on your page @hetaliahappenings and @heta-on-the-books, I would be really gratefull.
ALSO
Let’s spread Love and not Hate! Compliment once in a while and let’s have fun!
My apologies, I’m not good with words (truly, I’m terrible with words)
9th CHALLENGE: Childs’ Day
Since it’s the “Child’s Day” challenge and to make it interesting, I will give some options in “what characters are allowed” to use:
1) Every nation but ONLY IN CHIBI VERSION/ STYLE
For example, you have the Chibi style that Himaruya as reference
OR
2) YOUNGER VERSION of the nations
For example, you have young Russia, Netherlands, Belgium, Romano, England, France, Ukraine, Hong Kong, Macau, Italy, Prussia, Spain (generally as a child, but also as a “younger version”) … but you can also imagine how would be other nations as a child or teenagers
OR
3) Characters that look like a child or “young”/ teenager
It’s tricky to add teenager characters, when most of them look like really young and there isn’t an “official” age for them (not historically, but aesthetically/ physically speaking) … but headcanons are allowed, so there are no problems!
Some (personal) examples: (look like a child) Moldova, Wy, Kugelmugel, …; (look “young”/ teenager) Hong Kong, Iceland, Seborga, Liechtenstein, Czech Republic, Seychelles, …
-ON JUNE, 01 (MONDAY)
The participants will post their work. (Don’t forget the tag and to @ the page)
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10th CHALLENGE: Recycle, Reduce, Reutilize
The nations do care about the environment and the pollution (by the way, the World Day of Environment was last day 05). Actually, how not care?
Remember that one time when Germany and North Italy were in Turkey sightseeing and a thief appear, and how Turkey punched him? Well, I believe that the same way that the countries care about how others look at them, they also care about environment (or at least keeping his house clean… like Monaco and Netherlands) because their clean house/ environment is their image. Never forget that Hong Kong asked Japan to help him to “purify” his house’ air.
And due to the actual reality, I think people have enough time to recycle.
(To be honest, I don’t know how the Hetalia fandom doesn’t have (almost) anything related to the environment (something like a “green zone section”). This was the first idea that I had for a challenge… my main and personal purpose to create this page)
-ON JUNE, 08 (MONDAY)
The participants will post their work. (Don’t forget the tag and to @ the page)
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11th CHALLENGE: NORDIC’ CHARACTERS APRECIATION CHALLENGE!
You know what to do, don’t forget to bring the Nordics (it isn’t an “only character challenge”, so other characters are allowed besides the Nordics, but of course you can’t forget them, at least one of them)
-ON JUNE, 15 (MONDAY)
The participants will post their work. (Don’t forget the tag and to @ the page)
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12th CHALLENGE: LGBT Respect Day
GAY PRIDE PARADE! (sorry for that) I don’t think I have to explain much this challenge. It is as it is. Be creative!
Just for curiosity, the official day for the “LGBT Respect Day” is 28.
-ON JUNE, 22 (MONDAY)
The participants will post their work. (Don’t forget the tag and to @ the page)
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13th CHALLENGE: “if you really meant it, kiss me”
It isn’t a specific challenge for writing, you can use it also as a fanart challenge. But since we don’t get enough writing works, I decided to test if it was because I wasn’t stimulating it in that direction.
-ON JUNE, 29 (MONDAY)
The participants will post their work. (Don’t forget the tag and to @ the page)
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PS. The images are not mine and I couldn't find the cap. translated in English.
Sorry for the long post 😅
Please let me know if you have any ideas for challenges, and anything you need feel free to ask too. ♥️
#hetaliamondaychallenge#hetalia#aph#hws#aph spain#lgbt#aph sweden#aph romano#aph south italy#aph Liechtenstein#aph nyotalia#nyotalia#environment#bringbackhetalia2020#bringbackhetalia2k19#aph hong kong#aph japan#Aph Netherlands#Aph turkey#Aph italy#Aph Monaco#Aph Germany#Aph Ukraine#Aph England#Aph belgium#Aph Iceland#Aph Prussia#Aph france
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A War Against Your Personal Space — Jung Wooyoung
[prompt request] [1900 words] — spy!au, enemies to lovers, “Hold your fire!”/”Suck on that!”/”Shut up for a second, will you?”/”I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”
[content notes] [fluff] — There’s firearms, cussing, respectively dramatic/knowing Seongsang, endearingly annoying Wooyoung, competition, red cheeks, a lowkey cliche but satisfying(?) premise, etc., etc.
[a/n] — I’m so sorry if the lack of action is disappointing! I’m not great at it, so I focused on the recon/practice/snarky/non-fabulous aspects of the Spy!au. But there’s still plenty of aggression haha Thank you for reading! <3
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Jung Wooyoung is a piece of shit.
That’s the only thing you can think as you continuously fire at the moving targets.
Bang, bang, bang!
Next to you, he’s doing the same.
(That is, firing at the targets. The shithead probably doesn’t even have thoughts in his head, and, therefore cannot be thinking.)
You’re doing well until you miss one target on your non-dominant side.
You aim more carefully and—
Bang!
Next to you, Wooyoung’s looking at you with an infuriatingly cocky smirk.
“You took my target!” you growl at him, angrily tearing off your ear protection.
He gives you a look. “And you missed!”
You let out a screech of anger, and without thinking do the one thing every firearm safety instructor says not to do:
You point your gun at your teammate.
His eyes are still sparkling with competition and mischief as he raises his hands. “Hold your fire,” he says almost lazily. (Your eyes keep getting drawn back to the damn smirk on his lips.)
Annoyance courses through you like a migraine.
Your hand’s itching to cock and fire.
Sadly, you would be in loads of trouble and job searching if you did.
So you drop the gun and walk away. Let him clean up.
You’re almost out the room when you hear him.
“I knew you wouldn’t! You love me way too much for that!”
“Asshole!”
Then you’re out of earshot, and Yeosang’s dry voice echoes over the intercom.
“You know, I wouldn’t have blamed them if they’d done it.”
“Hey!”
“It was their shot. And we both know they could have gotten it. You just wanted to show off.”
Your pride’s still smarting two days after the firing range incident because it was true you had missed.
But, still.
As you walk into work a few days later, everyone’s gathered around the whiteboard.
“Y/N! Congrats!”
With that, you know you’re employee of the month.
Yeosang’s smile is a little knowing as you join him in the center of the crowd.
There’s your name on the board, with the most votes collected.
“Your last case was really, really good!” someone comments.
Giving your thanks over your shoulder, you’re looking over who voted for you when you reach it.
The reason why Yeosang has that shit-eating grin on his face.
“It really was a pristine field mission,” a sugar sweet voice whispers in your ear. “So exquisitely done.”
You force your face to be emotionless. “Morning, asshole.”
“Morning, sore loser.”
(That’s been your nickname for the last two days.)
“But, very clearly, I’m the winner.” You nod to the board. “For the whole month. So suck on that!”
“Oh, yes. You’re welcome, by the way.”
Yeosang’s judgmental gaze reminds you that Wooyoung is still standing too close to you, that his warm breath is still fanning over your ear. That your cheeks are burning with anger.
Was he in a war against your personal space or something?
You storm out of the circle, trying to keep your blood pressure to a reasonable level.
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When you’re sorting through files with Yeosang later that day, you’re ranting about Wooyoung.
Eventually, he must get fed up with it.
“I know something you don’t,” he singsongs, casually dropping a folder on your side of the desk.
His expression, for what feels like the millionth time this week, is annoyingly knowing. Like he’s watching a friend push the door that says pull.
Because he’s just that kind of person, you grouch to yourself.
“...And what would that be?”
He glances at the folder he just tossed down.
Snatching it up, you find a single page of infuriating news.
“I am not working with that infantile, ridiculous, shit-for-brains—”
“I see you got the memo, too.”
And, within eight seconds, three things happen:
Wooyoung and his damn smirk materialize next to your desk.
Yeosang and his faux sweet grin leave the space next to you.
And you lose your highly annoying but perfectly lovely filing-help to the utterly disappointing replacement of Jung Wooyoung.
The disappointing replacement leans back and throws an arm around you. “I’m looking forward to working with you, partner.”
You groan and shrug his arm off.
.
“Of course you both have to do it! We picked our two prettiest agents! For this level of case, you really should blend in after all.”
“Seonghwa, sir,” you seethe, “literally any other person in this whole building is prettier than Wooyoung.”
“Do you really believe that?”
Both men level a searching gaze at you. Seonghwa’s is more analytical, and you avoid it. But that means you end up staring at Wooyoung’s for a moment too long.
You both look away at the same time.
“Anyways.” You swallow. “You’re absolutely sure?”
“Y/N.” Seonghwa’s using his director’s voice; now you’re in for it. “You’re staking out the bars where all the pretty movie stars spend their evenings and get drunk, and find nice, also pretty companions for the night, and…”
You don’t know why you glance at Wooyoung when Seonghwa’s saying that. But you do.
You’re surprised to see him already looking at you.
“...So, yes, I’m sure you have to do it. And yes, I truly mean both of you.”
Realizing your cheeks are burning (a common theme recently), you stand abruptly. “Fine.”
Wooyoung has a triumphant grin on his face and copies you. “Fine!”
Seonghwa waits until you’ve both left his office when he texts Yeosang:
I did it T-T I convinced them they’re both prettier than me
u mean u took the first step at getting them past their rivalry?
At the cost of my self-esteem T-T
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You spend the first four days doing research, where you try (and fail) to keep things peaceful by ignoring him.
Just email the link, even though he’s sitting next to you.
Just scribble down your thought on a sticky note.
Just ignore him when he bothers you.
Just! Ignore him! Especially when he bothers you.
“I’m telling you!” you finally shout. “If you actually read your contract you would have realized that your fucking lunch break—”
“Okay, okay!” he surrenders, grinning like he’s the one who won.
A few people look over at you, and as you realize this, you also realize how Wooyoung had propped against your side of the table in his ever-constant war against your personal space.
“Sit up and act like you’re a half-functional adult,” you snap.
“I’m not the one who shouted. But yes, ma’am.”
You bite your lip at the way her purrs the last words.
Don’t kill him, don’t kill him, don’t pull out the knife… you remind yourself.
So, it’s sad but true that some days you feel like you fail more than you succeed.
But you can’t be too angry when you realize at the end of day four:
“I can’t believe it. We have a whole case proposal — names, proofs, dates, everything,” you murmur, proudly scrolling down the document.
“All we’ll have to do is actually plan the operation and pick out our outfits,” Wooyoung agrees.
“Which is basically nothing since we have all of next week!”
“This is true.”
The euphoria a doing good work washes over you, and you can’t help but beam at him. “It should have taken way longer.”
"I know! We’re—” He snaps his mouth shut, shaking his head as though his words were unimportant.
To be honest, you feel fond of him as he just smiles softly. (He actually has a really nice smile, you notice.)
Then the moment passes, and you turn back to the computer.
(But he keeps looking at you.)
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Wooyoung’s sitting down for lunch with Yeosang when the latter blurts: “You had stars in your eyes earlier. With Y/N.”
“You think I don’t know it?” he groans.
Yeosang pulls out his phone a few minutes later:
fuck i almost let it slip that we were watching them earlier but i dont think wy noticed bc hes oblivious as a rock
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Only one hour after that, Wooyoung and you receive the worst possible news.
Which leads to you finding yourselves in an empty office at 11 that night.
“Fuuuu-uh-uuuuck,” groans Wooyoung.
You tiredly rub your eyes and kill all your tabs.
“My brain... is just… fuuuuck.”
Inclined to agree, you open a new window with slow, depressed typing.
“I can’t believe Seonghwa thought we could go in tomorrow. Tomorrow, Y/N! Why tomorrow?”
The screen doesn’t change for a good ten seconds. What were you even thinking again?
“I haven’t pulled a night this late ever! Besides field jobs obviously. But for those you’re doing something, and here we’re doing basically nothing, and I wish we were doing something—”
You draw circles on the screen with your mouse. What even were you thinking... it was a thought… it existed...
“And this is a form of abuse! I swear! If Yeosang somehow got Seonghwa to do this to us just because ‘you had stars in your eyes,’ I’m going to fucking—”
“Shut up for a second, will you?” you moan.
“...Make me.” His voice is sounds different from tiredness.
“Never heard that one before.”
“Please make me?”
There’s something in his tone that catches your attention.
When you give him an incredulous look, you find him looking at your lips. And you’re so exhausted you literally can’t process. (As you head home about fifteen minutes later, you start to process. And you realize you hadn’t hated it at all.)
“Let’s go home,” you suggest quietly. “I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”
(As you step inside your house, the rational side of you wonders what would have happened if you had stayed.)
At some point, he moves very close to you.
(He finally won his war against your personal space, you realize as you brush your teeth.)
Very close.
(Capping your lip balm container, you press your lips together and recall how his felt, pressed against yours. So softly, at least for your perception of Wooyoung. So skillfully, which does match your perception of him.)
His face is still close, but now he’s looking into your eyes.
(He has very pretty eyes; you picture them as you slip under your blankets.)
“Let’s go home,” you repeat breathlessly, “and deal with this all tomorrow.”
His hands, callused and controlled thanks to your profession, rest gently on your neck.
“Do you think all of this… All of this will work out?”
His voice is like starlight, wavering and hopeful and the sole brightness in the dark office.
“I think there’s a very good chance that this all will work out.”
(As your head hits the pillow, you look forward to the next day. Sure, Seonghwa’s going to throw a fit because you’re not ready for a case tomorrow. But you’re really looking forward to working everything out. Everything.)
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[general ateez taglist] — @s1ardusk @seongghwaa (thank you so much for your sweet support/friendship! <3)
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Hi Aamna,
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
I think today’s ask will be smaller-well I hope as I do tend to ramble on-I had so much fun talking to you and getting to know you through these asks. I was going to do this last final ask anonymously but as we are require to reveal ourselves, so why not just take the plunge and ta-da myself to you. Lol However, I feel that by this time you already know who I am because I honestly found it so hilarious when my Secret Santa was reveal and it turn out that it was you all along, I found it quite funny that the same two people were paired for two different fest specially as both fandoms are quite big.
I do apologize, I should have ask you before hand if you did celebrate Christmas before presuming. I hope I didn’t made you feel uncomfortable in any way.
When you finally watch it, do let us know what you thought?
For me the moment that WWX had the realization of ‘oh’ and ‘I love this man’ moment is when he was hanging over the mountain ledge and LWJ was holding on to him, and maybe just maybe that’s the reason he let go of LWJ hand when he realized that LWJ would fall with him if he didn’t let go specially with how determined JC was about killing him. As for LWJ moment I think it was the moment of the lantern festival the moment he looked over at WWX and saw not the annoying disciple nor WWX but WY (if that makes sense) However, no matter when they fell in love, I have to give credit where credit is due because the man waited thirteen years for his belove to come back and even raising a child that WWX love very much as his own. If that’s not love, I don’t know what the hell it is.
I think this is the first time the ask is smaller than the previous ones, I am shock at myself. Lol
This concludes the asks from your C.C and with this reveal now I can do what I been wanting to do since day one and that’s to follow you and openly being able to reblog your art because it’s been killing me not being able to do it and seeing something I want to reblog and not being able to do much until someone else reblog it first. Lol
Your C.C Blue 🌸 (aka bererjs/cuppyhands)
Omg Bere it's youuuu. HAPPY NEW YEAR BB! fjfjfj this is so funny to me because were sending anon asks to each other through two different fests and none of us figured it out haha XD I love it.
No no it's okay, it's all good, I dont mind :) ofcourse! I'm really excited to watch it.
Ah ah the cliff scene 😔 it would truly be a tragedy if wwx realised he loved him then and in the very next moment he has to let go of his hand 😫 I agree with the lwj one he definitely realised he was in love with wwx then because he found out about his morals and his sense of righteousness and it was like damnnnn not only is he annoyingly hot and a charmer he's got the same sense of justice as me too?? Whelp there goes my heart djfjfj
But yeah he waited 13 years for that but also it wasnt even just waiting because he didn't even know if wwx would come back but he raised ayuan out of love for wei ying and just loved him as his own because he was their son and just ahfgh I love them.
I'm glad you were my cc. I had a really good time talking to you and getting to know you,, you always ask such wonderful questions 💛💛💛 have a wonderful year bb!!
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Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
Title: Why’d You Come In Here (Lookin’ Like That)
Rating: M
Summary: Waverly is drowning in student debt, can’t find a good date to save her life and wants something different out of her life. When Chrissy approaches her to be on ‘The Bachelorette’, she takes it as her chance to do something adventurous, find some financial stability and maybe find love along the way. But what she didn’t realize is that the owner of the ranch they’re staying on, Nicole Haught, would be an unlikely contender for her heart.
You can read the latest chapter below or on AO3
This week on The Bachelorette Canada!
Is love in the air?
Waverly and Champ hold hands, walking slowly through a wooded area. At one point, Champ puts his arm around her, and she smiles as she leans into him.
Cut to Champ’s interview. “Just being around Waverly makes me feel like a better man, you know? Like I can do anything.”
Cut back and they’re sitting on a giant tandem swing, swaying back and forth as they talk. Champ holds Waverly’s hand as he gets teary eyed. “I just...feel like you’re something special. And I want to protect you. You know?”
Waverly doesn’t respond, just looks at their joined hands.
We see Waverly’s interview and she has a hand on her chest over her heart. “I just feel things...fluttering around in here.”
Cut back to Waverly and Champ on the swing. Champ leans forward and kisses Waverly. It cuts to a wider shot with the two still kissing.
This week on The Bachelorette Canada!
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Waverly kicked a pebble down the dirt path, watching it hop and trip until coming to a stop at the edge of the grass lining the path. Her date with Champ had been fun. Really fun. A confusing amount of fun.
She had to wonder if there was a Stockholm syndrome situation happening. But that wasn’t fair to Champ or any of the other guys. Or...well, maybe Nicole.
Talk about confusing.
She and Nicole had held hands until the sun had started to set, talking about mostly nothing with little interludes of comfortable silence in between. Waverly had held Nicole’s hand for so long that she felt intimately aware of how slender and graceful Nicole’s fingers really were. She shivered when she thought of other ways she could get to know NIcole’s fingers. Then she immediately chastised herself for the thought, cheeks tinting. But she couldn’t help it. Waverly had stroked over every bump of Nicole’s knuckles. She felt the way Nicole’s calloused fingers still felt so gentle. There was something comforting about it.
And yes...maybe Waverly spent the night thinking about what it would feel like to have Nicole’s hands smoothing over her skin.
Waverly cleared her throat and started walking across the field towards the barn without really thinking about it. The heels she was wearing sank into the tall grass, so Waverly took her shoes off and walked barefoot instead. She could hear work being done behind the barn and silently hoped Nicole was wearing a tank top again.
As she got to the barn, she slipped under the fence and rounded the corner. She stopped in her tracks, thankful that she was being blessed once again with the sight of Nicole in a tank top. The white material was starting to become sheer where Nicole’s sweaty skin stuck to it and Waverly let out an unwilling sigh. It must have been louder than she realized because Nicole turned around, a smile lighting up her face when she saw Waverly.
“Hey,” she said pushing her Stetson back a little on her head. She pulled a red handkerchief from her back pocket and wiped the sweat from her face before stuffing it back into her jeans. Waverly blushed at being caught staring and shrugged, walking closer to Nicole and smiling up at her.
“Hey yourself,” she said, wondering what the protocol here was. She wanted to hug Nicole. Especially with her being all...sweaty and glistening. But would that be weird. Even if they had held hands. “I see you’re back to chopping.”
Waverly kicked herself for sounding like an idiot.
Nicole pulled the axe up from where it was buried and rested the tool on her shoulder as she smirked at Waverly. “Well, apparently, I have a bunch of people on the property going through it all.”
“Imagine that,” Waverly said, sitting on a nearby log stump. “You should get rid of them.”
“I would,” Nicole said, picking up a log and setting it on the splitting block before looking back at Waverly, “but there’s this one girl I really like talking to.”
Waverly blushed and pushed some hair behind her ear. Nicole really knew how to lay on the charm and if Waverly didn’t get so flustered by it she might hate it.
“Who is this girl? Should I be jealous?” Waverly asked cheekily.
Nicole raised the axe over her head, the muscles in her shoulder blades moving wonderfully under her skin as Waverly followed the lines of her toned arms all the way down to her ass. She swung down with a small grunt that hit Waverly low in her belly, heat curling there. As the log split and fell to the side of the stump, Nicole turned to look at Waverly again.
“Well,” she said as she took off her work gloves and dropped them onto the stump. “She’s probably the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and has a bunch of guys chasing after her,” Nicole said softly as she walked over to a cooler that was against the barn.
Waverly felt her stomach clench, a smile she couldn’t hold back stretching over her lips. She was smiling so widely that her eyes turned to half moons. Her tongue got thick as she searched for something to say, but luckily Nicole started talking again and the statement went by without comment from Waverly.
“Want a drink?” Nicole asked, holding up a beer.
Waverly pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and raised an eyebrow at Nicole. “Got anything stronger?”
Nicole nodded, looking impressed as she put the drink back in her cooler. “You’re a whiskey drinker if I remember correctly. I have some good stuff upstairs.”
Waverly’s cheeks tinted a little more at the suggestion, raising a playful eyebrow at Nicole. The redhead looked like she caught the possible implication behind her words and blushed, rubbing the back of her neck.
“I mean uh...I could bring it down-”
“I don’t mind going up,” Waverly said standing up from the log with a smile. “Your couch was comfy.”
Nicole laughed and motioned for Waverly to lead the way. They went up to Nicole’s loft and Waverly stood awkwardly in the middle of the sitting area while Nicole went around and picked a couple of things up. Some discarded shirts, a baseball cap, a couple of books. Waverly watched in amusement as she muttered to herself and threw it all in what she assumed was Nicole’s bedroom. Then the redhead walked over to the kitchen area and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet. She carried them in one hand and grabbed the neck of a whiskey bottle with the other. Setting the glasses down in front of Waverly on the coffee table, she poured them two fingers each.
“Do you mind if I shower really quickly?” Nicole asked, Stetson clutched in her hands. “I’m...pretty gross.”
“Of course!” Waverly said a little too enthusiastically as her mind was bombarded with images of Nicole slipping out of her tank top...standing under a warm stream of water. She cleared her throat and hoped that her cheeks weren’t too red. “I’ll just be here.”
“Okay, thanks,” Nicole said. She turned on the television and handed the remote to Waverly. “If you want. I know you can’t watch television, but games aren’t off limits, right? I’ll just…” She gestured behind her, giving Waverly a smile to match her own.
“Take your time,” Waverly said softly.
Nicole nodded and turned to walk into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Waverly heard the shower turn on and forced every inappropriate thought out of her head. At least for the moment. She took a long sip of the whiskey in front of her to calm her nerves a little. Calamity Jane sat next to the television again, still staring at Waverly suspiciously.
“Come ‘ere,” Waverly said, holding out a hand towards the cat. It looked at her before yawning and jumping gracefully off the tv stand. The orange cat rubbed the side of its face on Waverly’s hand and wrapped around her legs. “Good kitty,” she cooed when the cat quickly lost interest in her again and jumped onto a nearby chair to clean itself.
Waverly picked up a controller from the coffee table and began to scroll through the options before finally landing on a game. By the time Nicole got out of the shower, Waverly was sitting on the floor close to the television, staring intently at the screen while she played, her empty whiskey glass beside her.
“I see you’re into it,” Nicole said as she walked out of the bedroom, drying her hair with a towel. Waverly barely glanced over her shoulder at Nicole before going back to the game she was in the middle of.
“Wy used to make me play these racing games with her all the time,” Waverly said as she banked hard on a turn and pushed herself into first place, “Until I started beating her at them.”
Nicole chuckled and Waverly heard her pour more whiskey into her glass, even if she was too engrossed in the game to look up. She didn’t realize she had been so starved for entertainment. Even reading as slowly as she could, Waverly was already through one of the two books she had been allowed. Her grip on the controller tightened as she got close to the finish line. Her abs were clenched tensely and she slowly leaned closer to the television until-
“Yes!” she shouted, throwing her hands up in the air in celebration as the controller dropped into her lap.
“Here, don’t sit on the floor, sit on this. If you want,” Nicole said, pushing a beanbag her way.
“Wanna play with me?” Waverly asked, eyes sparkling, “I promise I’ll go easy on you.”
Nicole raised an eyebrow at Waverly and brought the whiskey bottle over while dragging another beanbag nearer to Waverly. “We’ll see about that.”
Waverly situated herself in a beanbag and watched Nicole plop down in the one next to her. “You know,” she teased, taking another long sip of the whiskey that was already going to her head. “I haven’t sat in a beanbag since I was a teenager in my boyfriend’s basement.”
Nicole laughed, taking a sip of her own drink. “Hey, I’m just making do while there’s a bunch of strangers living in my house.”
Waverly just hummed as she got comfortable and giggled as she watched Nicole try to get comfortable with her long limbs spilling over the chair. Her damp red hair was sticking up at odd angles and Waverly hated how endearing she found it. Especially coupled with a pair of sleep boxers and tank top. Waverly let her eyes linger on Nicole’s collarbone and neck for a moment before clearing her throat. She turned back towards the television, taking another sip of her drink.
“Alright, time to kick your ass, Haught.”
Three drinks and four games later and Waverly had hit a losing streak. She certainly was not pleased with the turn of events. Especially not after the big game she had talked to Nicole before they started. Waverly looked over after she lost yet another race and Nicole had a smug grin on her face.
“Oh, hush,” Waverly said, pushing Nicole’s beanbag with her foot a little bit.
Nicole looked at her with that same smirk as she took a sip of her drink. “What?”
“You’re being smug because you won.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are,” Waverly teased. The alcohol in her veins was making her bolder and she shook her head. “You have an advantage, your beanbag is more centered than mine.”
Nicole scoffed. “No! They’re even.”
“Are not,” Waverly insisted, leaning over a little closer to Nicole and looking at the television. “Yeah, you’re definitely more centered.”
“Fine, let’s switch,” Nicole said.
“No, because then I’ll have the advantage.”
Nicole chuckled and shook her head, her eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “Darlin’, I don’t know what you want me to do, then.”
Waverly blushed at the term of endearment and how it slipped from Nicole’s lips with a slight drawl. It made her sigh. She stood up and pushed her beanbag off to the side, Nicole looking at her in confusion as Waverly pulled Nicole’s beanbag more center to the television, the redhead along with it.
“What the-”
Before Nicole could finish, Waverly plopped herself down on Nicole’s beanbag, settling between her legs.
It’s not different than riding a horse together, Waverly reasoned with herself. She tried to appear unaffected even if she could feel her entire body burning as she lightly leaned back against Nicole’s chest.
“Um-”
“There, now we’re...equal,” Waverly said softly. She reached down for her glass and took a long sip, draining the rest of her glass. The alcohol certainly didn’t help the way her body felt like it was heating up, but it definitely helped her confidence.
“How am I supposed to play with you in front of me?” Nicole chuckled, her voice lower than it had been a few moments before. Waverly could feel Nicole’s breath faintly on the back of her neck and suppressed a shiver. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Waverly felt a thrill run up her spine and she bit at her bottom lip to keep from sighing. She was thankful that her back was to Nicole, hiding the extent of the smile on her face. Again, she just hummed and reached behind her for Nicole’s hands. She brought Nicole’s hands around her middle, her one hand still clutching the controller until Waverly put Nicole’s other hand on the controller too.
“There,” Waverly said as she picked up her own controller and leaned back more comfortably into Nicole, her back settling against her chest. Waverly really really wanted to ignore how Nicole’s breasts were pressed to her back. Or else there was no way she was ever going to get out of this situation alive. But the heat in her stomach settled low and she knew it wasn’t going anywhere. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” Nicole said as she adjusted herself on the beanbag. Her legs were bent at the knee and framed Waverly’s hips perfectly. Waverly felt all wrapped up in Nicole, the strong smell of vanilla dipped donuts invading her lungs. She got comfortable against Nicole and they arranged their arms a little drunkenly, elbows bumping and giggles escaping their lips until Nicole finally started a new game.
“What do I get when I win?” Nicole asked softly. “You still owe me a prize, remember.”
Waverly’s mind went back to Nicole riding that bull and suddenly hated Nicole for bringing it up. It only made her warmer.
“I think you mean to ask what I want when I win,” Waverly teased back.
“We’ll see about that,” Nicole said.
As they got more into the game, they got more relaxed, their bodies sinking into the chair further and further. But no matter how into it she got, Waverly was still keenly aware of how Nicole’s breath played over the shell of her ear. Goosebumps spread from her neck all the way down her arms, hairs standing on end. She was so close to Nicole. So so close. But she needed to be closer. Waverly uncrossed her ankles and her legs brushed against Nicole’s.
Waverly might have been embarrassed by how distracted she was but she knew Nicole was even more distracted. She was doing far worse at the game than she had been just a few minutes before. Waverly even did an experiment where she would lean further back into Nicole or lean her head a little closer to her jaw to see what would happen. Usually Nicole would run into a wall or accidently hit another car.
“You okay back there, Haught?” Waverly asked with a playful tone. “You’re not doing too well this time around.”
“I’m just waiting to make my move,” Nicole said.
Waverly could feel the heat radiating off of Nicole.
“From fifth place?” Waverly teased.
“Yes,” Nicole insisted softly just as her character slipped into sixth place. “Fuck,” she breathed, her breath moving down the side of Waverly’s neck.
Waverly instantly felt the small flame roar into a fire, skin overheating and breath catching in her throat. All just from a single, breathy word from Nicole curling against her ear. Waverly wanted to throw her controller across the room, turn around in this stupid beanbag chair and kiss Nicole. Hard.
Instead she tried to focus on the game in front of her, even if it was the last thing she was worried about right now. Thankfully it was only a few more moments before Waverly crossed the finish line in first place, Nicole behind in third. Waverly squealed in excitement and did a small fist pump in victory. She set the controller aside and turned so that her legs were hanging over one of Nicole’s and off the side of the chair. One hand clung to Nicole’s shirt while the other rested on her knee as she smiled.
“I won,” Waverly said, their drunken bodies swaying closer.
Nicole’s hands were still on the controller, her arms on either side of Waverly’s hips. Waverly swore she could feel Nicole’s breath on her lips, that’s how close their faces were.
“I let you win,” Nicole said, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Waverly’s eyes followed the movement, her own mouth feeling dry all of a sudden. The hand on Nicole’s knee began to draw idle patterns over the skin there and she wondered if all of Nicole’s skin was just as soft as her knee.
“Did not. I won on skill alone,” Waverly whispered. She watched Nicole’s eyes flicker down to her lips and fuck their faces were so damn close. All the dreams and fantasies that Waverly had had about kissing Nicole could come true in this moment. All it needed was a few...more...inches-
“Waves,” Nicole said. Waverly heard her controller fall to the floor and one of Nicole’s hands settled on her hip, while the other covered Waverly’s on her knee.
“Yes?” Waverly said, barely above whisper.
“I think I know what I want for my prize,” Nicole said lowly.
“What’s that?” Waverly asked, heart pounding in her ears.
Their faces drifted even closer, their lips slightly parted and breath mingling.
This is it, Waverly thought. Just as she felt their noses barely brush, something vibrated under her and Waverly jumped what felt like ten feet in the air.
”Shit!” Nicole hissed, fingers fumbling and reaching for the offending device.
Waverly couldn’t help the chuckle that left her lips as she watched Nicole scrabble around. She was hovering over Nicole’s lap as best she could. “Is that your phone or are you just happy to see me?” Waverly teased, her own cheeks still flushed from the almost kiss, and in amusement.
“Very funny,” Nicole said flatly, eyes shining. She finally got her phone from her pocket and Waverly settled back into her lap, albeit a little awkwardly. Nicole answered her phone, voice strained. “Hello?”
The little bubble they’d been in had popped, the air cooling around them, but Waverly still couldn’t help staring at her lips as she talked. Her fingers found the ends of Nicole’s still damp hair. She curled a piece around her fingers and let it bounce back.
“Oh, uh, hey Jeremy,” Nicole said with a frown. “How’d you get my num-...okay...okay...yeah, she’s-...okay.”
Waverly wondered if Nicole’s hair always felt so soft. What kind of shampoo did she use?
“Jeremy, I’ll tell her. You-...what? You’re where?” Nicole said, her voice getting a little higher. There was a frantic knock on the barn door just as Nicole hung up on Jeremy. Nicole gave Waverly a strained smile as she set her phone besides them on the ground. Waverly gave her a questioning look and Nicole sighed.
“So, guess who’s here,” Nicole muttered, her eyes darting back down to Waverly’s lips. Waverly felt the fire start anew and her fingers crept to the back of Nicole’s neck, dull fingernails scratching along the sensitive skin. She felt Nicole shiver and felt their faces drawing closer together when there was another knock on the door.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Waverly said under her breath as Nicole pulled back and ran a hand through her hair. Waverly got off of Nicole’s lap begrudgingly and the other woman stood up after her. They just looked at each other for a moment, eyes not leaving the other as they drifted closer together again. Nicole’s fingers played along Waverly’s palms, drawing her closer. Waverly’s senses were all wrapped up in Nicole. She could hear her breathing, slightly more labored, and feel the heat radiating from her skin as they got even closer.
There was another frantic knock at the door and Waverly growled in frustration.
“Coming!”
Nicole sighed and linked her fingers with Waverly’s, leading her down the stairs and to the barn door. When they got closer, Waverly could almost feel Jeremy’s nerves on the other side of the door. She felt Nicole’s grip loosening on her hand as she reached for the latch of the barn door so Waverly squeezed her hand tight and tugged on it to get her attention. Nicole turned to look at her, small smile on her face. Waverly took Nicole’s other hand in her own and stepped closer to her.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Waverly started softly, “but we would have kissed up there if Jeremy hadn’t called.”
“I...think so. I was hoping so,” Nicole replied, her smile widening to show her dimples.
“I want to kiss you,” Waverly said, her stomach flipping nervously. Especially when she saw Nicole’s eyes darken. She reached up and pushed some of Waverly’s hair behind her ear and she shivered at the touch.
“I really really want to kiss you.”
Waverly stepped so close that her toes bumped with Nicole’s. The redhead bent down a little and-
“Waverly! Nicole!” Jeremy said as he knocked. “I’m kinda freaking out here.”
Waverly sighed and let her head fall forward to rest on Nicole’s chest. “Fucking Jeremy.”
“It’s...probably for the best,” Nicole replied. Waverly’s head jerked back, stomach twisting uncomfortably as she looked up at Nicole. She wondered if maybe she had misheard her or maybe…
“For the...best?” Waverly asked, unable to mask the hurt in her voice.
Nicole ran her free hand through her hair. “No, I mean-...I just-”
“I can hear you talking back there!” Jeremy yelled through the wood of the door.
Nicole rolled her eyes, dropped Waverly’s hand and pulled open the barn door a little more firmly than necessary.
“Jeremy,” Nicole said with a stiff smile. Jeremy’s eyes immediately landed on Waverly and he visibly sighed in relief.
“Phew,” he said with an awkward smile, “I thought maybe you’d been kidnapped. Ready to go back?”
Waverly was torn. She wanted to pull Nicole aside and have her explain why this was for the best like she had said. But she also wanted to get away from her and the potential embarrassment of kissing someone that...was starting to sound like they didn’t want to be kissed.
“Um, sure,” Waverly said, nervously pushing some hair behind her ear and taking a step closer to Jeremy. Nicole turned a little, her back to Jeremy and brown eyes big as she looked down at Waverly.
“Waves,” she whispered, “I didn’t mean-”
“It’s fine,” Waverly said, smile stiff. “I know, I just-...I’ll talk to you later. Okay?”
Nicole looked at Waverly for a moment and finally nodded. She stepped aside and Waverly walked past her and outside. She got in the golf cart Jeremy had ridden out to the barn and looked back at the doorway. Nicole was standing there in her sleep shorts, damp hair mussed from Waverly’s fingers. Waverly smiled and waved weakly at her. Nicole waved back, lopsided smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. But Waverly didn’t think about it as Jeremy drove her back to the house. Instead she just thought about being close to Nicole and how pretty her lips looked in the light of the barn.
***
Next time on The Bachelorette Canada!
Waverly is standing on the side of the pool in her bikini, arms crossed and obvious discomfort on her face. Champ and Chad are standing on the other side of the pool. Chad has a drink in his hand, clearly a little more than just tipsy as the two stand close, both of them in bathing suits.
“Just admit it, Champ, you’re not here for the right reasons!” Chad yells, gesturing wildly.
When a double date, takes a bad turn-
Champ scoffs and shakes his head. “Lay off, Chad. Want to talk about all your Tinder matches that you brag about all the time?”
“What the [beep] are you talking about?” Chad says, pushing Champ a little. Champ pushes him back and Waverly yells from the other side.
“Can you two stop? Please?” she says, throwing her hands up in frustration.
“Tell him to stop!” Champ says, not taking his eyes off of Chad.
Chad takes a swing at Champ and cracks him in the jaw. Waverly rushes over and tries to stand between them but they keep going at each other. Waverly jumps back when Champ tackles Chad to the ground.
-what will Waverly do?
The camera cuts to a shaky, far away shot of Waverly walking away. She has her fists at her sides and is trying to hold back tears as she starts to fumble with her microphone in an attempt to take it off.
“I’m done,” she says, voice thick, “I just can’t anymore.”
The camera zooms in dramatically, trying to catch her as she walks away. Another camera cuts to a close up of the two guys sitting by the pool, each looking a little worse for the wear and vaguely ashamed.
We cut back to Waverly, Chrissy standing in front of her with her hands on her shoulder. Without her mic and with her tears, we can barely hear what she’s saying. But her shoulders are hunched and she shakes her head, hands over her face.
“I just...can’t do this anymore.”
Cut to an interview with Champ who has a split lip. “I just can’t stand for people being dishonest and Chad’s being dishonest to Waverly. I’m just trying to let Waverly know who the bad guy here is and I think that’s what’s going to make her know I’m the one.”
Next time on The Bachelorette Canada!
***
Waverly pulled her cover-up around herself tightly, still a little chilly and damp from the pool so that the silk stuck to her skin. The sound of Champ and Chad yelling still echoed in her mind as her feet automatically took her towards the barn. The yelling was too reminiscent of when she was growing up. Some of her earliest memories were her Daddy yelling at her Mamma. Or of when her Daddy would yell at her and Wynonna. Once in a while Willa, but usually she got away unscathed.
She didn’t know what it was about the situation that brought back those memories. It wasn’t like fights weren’t a normal thing working in Shorty’s, after all. But this just felt different. More personal. Maybe because she could usually break up the fights at Shorty’s but this time, neither of the guys would listen to her.
Her chest was still hiccuping from tears that wouldn’t stop streaming down her cheeks and she cursed herself. She just...didn’t want to fucking cry anymore. And she knew people were going to be looking for her. Especially after she dramatically ripped her mic off and stormed away. And she needed to go somewhere no one would find her. Or at least take longer to find her.
She knocked on the barn door and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes with the palm of her hands. After a few moments, the door opened and Nicole stood there with a smile on her face. But as soon as she noticed the tears on Waverly’s cheeks her face fell.
“Waves-”
Waverly practically fell forward into Nicole’s chest, face pressed against her and fists balled into her shirt. Nicole’s strong arms automatically circled Waverly and pulled her close. The tightness in her chest started to loosen just from breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla and hay.
“Are you okay?” Nicole asked softly.
“C-can you just-” Waverly sniffled. “I need to go somewhere. Somewhere no one can find me.”
“Okay,” Nicole said as she pressed her cheek to the top of Waverly’s head. “Just let me-”
She squeezed Waverly one last time and pulled away just to put on her boots and hat. Waverly shivered from the cold as soon as Nicole was gone and the redhead put a hand on her arm.
“Clothes. I have-...Do you want to get out of your bathing suit?” Nicole asked, blushing as she took in Waverly’s dress.
“Oh, um...maybe,” Waverly said with a shrug. Nicole gestured for Waverly to get inside and she followed her up the stairs. Nicole led Waverly to her bedroom and quickly opened a couple of drawers, pulling some clothes out before handing them to Waverly. She took them and smiled up at Nicole. “Thanks.”
“Bathroom’s right there,” Nicole said pointing her towards another door. “I’ll just be in the living room.”
Nicole slipped out of the room so quickly that Waverly was sure she might have missed it if she blinked. Waverly went into the bathroom and slipped the clothes on over her barely wet swimsuit. Nicole’s jeans were a little long so she rolled them up at the cuff. They were a little bit baggy but it would definitely do. She ran her fingers over the soft fabric of the flannel Nicole had given her before slipping it on. As she rolled up the sleeves, she walked back out to the sitting room where Nicole was.
“What do you think?” Waverly asked, voice still thick from tears as she tied the flannel up to settle just above the pants.
“I-...yeah,” Nicole said a little dumbly. “I mean uh...good. You look good.”
Nicole cleared her throat and took Waverly’s hand again. “I have somewhere I want to show you but...are you okay getting on a horse?”
“Yeah, if you’re on it with me,” Waverly said with a blush.
“I wouldn’t dream of it any other way, darlin’,” Nicole said, offering her arm to Waverly. She took it without hesitation and followed Nicole down to the main part of the barn. Nicole took Whiskey from her stall and over to some steps to make it easier for Waverly to get on. Once they were both situated on the horse, Waverly behind Nicole, they rode off towards the woods.
Waverly soaked in the feeling of being pressed up against Nicole’s back, arms locked around Nicole’s middle. Her hands splayed over Nicole’s stomach, trying not to be too obvious that she was feeling the muscles moving under Nicole’s skin as they rode. Nicole took them back to the stream and crossed it. They followed the stream up a ways until the ground rose into a fairly steep cliff. There was a large tree at the top of the cliff, branches reaching and hanging over the water.
Nicole hopped of the horse first and helped Waverly down, hands around her waist. As Nicole lowered her down to the ground, Waverly couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Nicole’s waist and hug her again. Nicole just chuckled and rested her chin on the top of Waverly’s head as they stood there in silence. Waverly had even shocked herself by how willingly she was finding comfort in Nicole’s arms. A woman she hadn’t known for that long, truly.
“Are you okay?” Nicole asked, interrupting the silence.
“Yeah,” Waverly said with another sniffle. “I just needed to get away from those idiots for a little bit.” Whiskey snorted and Waverly jumped away from Nicole in surprise. The redhead bit her lip, clearly holding back a chuckle.
“Sorry, are-...let’s go over here,” Nicole said putting her hand on Waverly’s lower back and leading her away from the horse towards the tree.
“Where are we?” Waverly asked as they got closer to the edge of the cliff.
“My favorite place on the ranch,” Nicole said with a small smile. “Me and my dad used to ride up here all the time when I was little.”
Waverly walked closer to the tree, hand brushing along the bark as she noticed initials carved all into the bark. Some clearly older, some larger than others. But all in all there were about ten pairs of initials all in the tree.
“What’s this?” Waverly asked.
Nicole walked up besides her and pointed to the initials ‘N + A’ carved into the bark. “These are my parents’,” she said before pointing to another pair right above those. “And these are my grandparents’.” She pointed to another. “And my great grandparents...you get the idea.”
“Wow,” Waverly said under her breath. Nicole shrugged, thumb hooked in her belt loop.
“Basically, if your initials make it onto this tree you’re practically engaged,” Nicole said kicking an exposed root lightly.
Waverly smiled up at Nicole. “That’s sweet.”
“Yeah,” Nicole mumbled.
Waverly pushed a falling sleeve up to her elbow again as she asked. “So um...where are you and um...your ex-wife?”
Nicole shook her head. “Not on here,” she grimaced as she spoke, “I guess that should have tipped me off that things weren’t going to work out with me and Shae.”
Not knowing what else to say, Waverly just hummed and looked back at the tree. She had already said she was sorry and Nicole basically told her not to be sorry. Still her curiosity always got the better of her.
“Why didn’t you bring her up here? If you don’t mind me asking,” Waverly asked.
“I just never really got around to it before it all fell apart,” Nicole said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Shae and I got married pretty quickly...we met rock climbing and were married about forty-eight hours later.” She frowned, her nose scrunching up as she continued. “It was pretty easy to see why it didn’t work. It was all amicable though.”
“That’s good at least,” Waverly said lamely.
“Definitely could have been worse after making a drunk and lonely decision.”
“I’m sure my sister’s made much worse,” Waverly said with a chuckle.
Nicole looked down at her hands for a moment before rubbing the back of her neck. “Waves,” Nicole said, “About...the other day. When I said it was-...when Jeremy interrupted-”
“It’s fine,” Waverly said quickly, not really wanting to relive that particular moment. Everything leading up to that moment she had relived several...several times. All ending in a variety of ways that she dared not think about right now for fear of blushing.
“No, it’s not,” Nicole said, taking Waverly’s hand between two of her own. “I just-...I wanted to kiss you. Still do. I just didn’t...want to confuse you or make things harder.”
Waverly felt excitement travel up her spine at Nicole’s confession. Nicole wanted to kiss her. And god, did Waverly want to kiss her. But she also knew that wasn’t the point of this conversation right now.
“I still want to kiss you too,” Waverly said softly, taking a step closer to Nicole until their fronts were barely touching. “So what-...what’s the problem?”
Waverly looked up at Nicole through her lashes, lip trapped between her teeth. Nicole looked at her, smile blooming on her face as she chuckled and shook her head.
“Waves,” she breathed, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
Waverly chuckled and looked down at her feet before looking back up at the taller woman. “Is that a bad thing?”
“While I’m trying to make a point, yes,” Nicole said, even if her smile never faded.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I-,” Nicole sighed. “You’re on a dating show Waverly. To marry a guy at the end.”
Waverly blushed. “We don’t actually-...I mean if I pick a guy and don’t like him we can...break up.”
“See, that’s the thing,” Nicole said. “I really like you, Waverly. Really...really like you-”
“I really like you too.”
Nicole smiled so brightly Waverly thought she might go blind. She licked her lips and continued. “I just...don’t want to make your life harder. By adding me into this mix of people trying to win your heart.”
Waverly thought about all the guys she had gone on dates with. All the ones she kissed in the past few weeks. It was nice. Fun even. But none of them had made her feel even a quarter of what just being around Nicole did. “I...you don’t compare to any of those guys,” Waverly saw Nicole’s confused look and shook her head to correct herself. “That’s not what I meant. I meant…they don’t compare to you. And what you make me feel.”
Nicole looked at Waverly for another moment before she looked at their clasped hands between them. “I...then why are you on the show?” she asked softly.
The question took Waverly a little off guard and she cocked her head to the side. “I...wasn’t expecting you.”
Nicole nodded, smirk on her face. “I wasn’t expecting you either.”
Waverly laughed and squeezed Nicole’s hand. She looked out towards the horizon to see the sun starting to set. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Nicole’s waist.
“Do you mind if we just...stand here for a moment?” Waverly whispered. “I just want to watch the sun set. With you.”
“Whatever you want,” Nicole whispered, wrapping her arms around Waverly’s shoulders and resting her chin back on her head. Waverly shut her eyes and just felt the comfort of Nicole holding her.
***
That night, Waverly fell asleep wrapped up in Nicole’s flannel as she pretended it was Nicole holding her.
***
“Waverly, are you ready?” Jeremy asked as he knocked from the other side of her bedroom door. Waverly took one last look at herself in the mirror, simple jeans and...so what if she took the plaid shirt that she’d borrowed from Nicole and tied it up like a crop top? It was very “Western” which is what Lucado and Chrissy wanted. Exactly what Chrissy had told her to wear. And yeah, maybe it was an extra bonus that it smelled like Nicole. She had straightened her hair, and she pushed it back from her face as she walked to the door.
“Ready,” she said with a small smile. “Do you know what we’re going to be doing today?”
Jeremy smiled brightly, a pleased grin on his face. He opened up the transpo van’s door for her, getting in after her. “Yes, actually. It’s karaoke.”
“Karaoke?”
“Yeah! They set it up earlier. All the crew was singing-”
Jeremy froze, listening intently to...something. Waverly frowned and watched as Jeremy’s face paled.
“Oh no,” he said. “Crap crap crap crap.”
“What is it?” Waverly asked.
“I guess something happened to the generators,” Jeremy said, frantically scrolling through his phone. “Oh god, Lucado’s going to be so mad.”
“Isn’t that someone else’s job to handle?” Waverly asked with a cock of her head. “Like the electric guys’ jobs?”
“Well. Yes, technically,” Jeremy said seriously. “But as the head PA, technically I help every department.”
“Ah,” Waverly said just as the van pulled up to where they were shooting. It was another older looking barn, far out on the property. There were production vans and crew members running around frantically, like chickens with their heads cut off. As they stopped, Jeremy jumped out of the car and Waverly followed.
“I just don’t know how we’re going to get another generator up here-”
“What about Nicole?” Waverly asked with a shrug. “I mean, she won’t have your big fancy production generator but...she might have something.”
Jeremy jumped and began to go through his phone again. “You are a genius,” he muttered as he put his phone to his ear. “Hello? Nicole?”
Waverly smiled to herself and began to walk towards the barn. No one seemed to mind her as they tried to figure out the generator situation. Her stomach warmed excitedly at the thought of seeing Nicole again, the way it always did. Even if she had just seen her the night before. Waverly would spend all her time with Nicole if she could. She went into the barn, barely lit just from a few lights here and there that they’d managed to find a working outlet for. But even in the low light, Waverly saw a small makeshift stage with big speakers set up and round tables around to make it look like a bar.
She pulled a chair over to a window and sat, watching the crew as they worked.
Sure enough, it wasn’t more than a half hour later that Nicole was pulling up to the old barn in a truck with a large generator on a trailer hitched to the back. Definitely not as big as the ones the production crew had, but definitely nothing to bat an eye at. Several crew members ran up to the truck as she stopped it, already hooking up the necessary cords.
Nicole got out of the truck, her eyes automatically finding Waverly’s from the window. They smiled at each other and Waverly watched as Nicole practically swaggered into the barn, adjusting the cowboy hat on her head.
“Howdy,” Nicole said with a wink as she walked into the makeshift karaoke bar. Suddenly the lights came on again and there was a smattering of applause as people went to work.
“Howdy,” Waverly said with a playful eye roll. “Are you going full country on me today?”
Nicole sat backwards on a nearby chair, charming smile on her face as she amped up her accent. “Well, now, little lady, if you like my drawl I have no problem playin’ it up for you.” Her eyes darted down to Waverly’s wardrobe and her smirk got wider. “Looks like you’re the one going full country anyways. Nice shirt.”
Waverly giggled, a blush lighting up her cheeks. “I do kinda like it,” Waverly admitted. “Even if it’s a little cheesy. And thank you, I’ve grown attached to this shirt.”
Nicole looked at the set up and tilted her chin towards the stage. “Rumor around here has it that you’re going to be singing tonight.”
“You’re correct,” Waverly sighed. “Are you going to stick around and watch me humiliate myself?”
“You think they’ll let me?” Nicole asked.
Waverly shrugged. “They’re carting in a bunch of extras. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you hung out in the back where the cameras won’t catch you.”
Nicole pushed her cowboy hat back on her head. “What? You don’t think I’m camera ready?”
“I think you’re always camera ready,” Waverly said with a wink. She was rewarded with a small blush on Nicole’s neck. “And I think...you should stay.”
They stared at each other for a moment, something passing between them before Nicole nodded. “Then I’ll stay.”
Waverly smiled widely as Jeremy came back into the barn with Chrissy. They walked up to Waverly, Chrissy eyeing Nicole briefly before turning back to her friend.
“Are you ready? The guys will be here any minute,” Chrissy said.
Her stomach dropped a little at the mention of the guys. The ones she was expected to flirt with tonight. Here. Now in front of Nicole. Great.
“Sure,” Waverly said as she stood up. The extras were filing in and Waverly made her way to a seat in front of the stage, Chrissy by her side.
“So,” Chrissy whispered, “why’s Haught here?”
Waverly shrugged and hoped her blush wasn’t obvious. “She brought the generator. She wants to see a bunch of guys make fools of themselves.
“Mhm,” Chrissy said. “Nothing to do with you?”
“Nope,” Waverly said with a shake of her head and halfway convincing snort of disbelief.
Waverly sat down in the seat, Mark taking a seat next to her as Chrissy shot her a look and walked away. They said their usual pleasantries before the camera’s started rolling. Waverly picked at some skin at the corner of her thumb as she watched the guys being brought in to sit at the tables around her. She waved at them as they came in, bright smile on her face to match theirs. Champ still had a split lip and Waverly looked away from him quickly.
She squirmed uneasily, thinking about how Nicole was watching her flirt with all these guys. It made her feel more self conscious than she usually did with the cameras on her.
“Waverly, you look stiff,” Chrissy said into her headset. Waverly cleared her throat and tried to make an effort to relax. Thankfully some alcohol was put in front of her a moment later and she quickly drained it to calm her nerves.
***
Later tonight on The Bachelorette Canada!
The guys sing some notes, hoping to make it into Waverly’s heart.
We run through a quick montage of the guys singing different terrible songs. Perry sings “Uptown Girl”, trying to move his hips to the beat. Chad gets up and sings “Baby Got Back”, complete with horrible and slightly explicit hand gestures. Champ sings “We Are the Champions”, voice cracking hideously as he tries to sing some high notes.
We cut to a close up of Mark and Waverly looking amused but also slightly horrified by what’s happening in front of them.
“Well, none of them said they were professional singers,” Waverly says in her interview, nose wrinkled and small smile on her face.
But will someone’s actions cause a rift in the house?
B-train gets up and sings “Don’t Stop Believing”. Waverly laughs, head tipped back as B-train gets off the stage and pulls Waverly up there with him. She laughs even harder and as his song ends, he dips her and kisses her hard in front of the crowd.
Camera cuts to Champ’s interview, he looks mad. “He wasn’t supposed to pull her up there! That’s cheating.”
Later tonight on The Bachelorette Canada.
***
The moment that B-train dipped her and kissed her, Waverly felt her gut twist. All she could think about was Nicole sitting in the corner watching. Nicole and the talk they’d just had about how they wanted each other. Really wanted each other. But Waverly was on this stupid show because she wanted the adventure, the money.
Still she couldn’t deny the fact that she liked some of the guys. As she had told herself a million times before, they were sweet. Sweet and nice and obviously very attractive. But...Nicole was all that and so much more.
There was just so much to consider. For one thing, this was Chrissy’s job. Chrissy had staked a lot on her and she couldn’t just bail on her. She had to hold up her end of the deal that she made with Chrissy, who had only been trying to do her a favor. Plus it wasn’t just Chrissy’s reputation, it was hers too. One that she had spent years trying to build to get out of her family’s shadow. It was such a delicate thing that could be ruined so quickly.
But she would let it all go to hell for one chance with Nicole.
The can of worms that would be opened if Waverly bowed out of the show now...financial and contractual obligations aside, the press wouldn’t leave Waverly alone. And if they wouldn’t leave Waverly alone, they wouldn’t leave Nicole alone. Waverly knew she couldn’t do that to her.
Then there was that little doubt in the back of her mind. The little voice that told her that maybe...maybe she wasn’t as into Nicole as she thought. Maybe just comparing Nicole to the rest of the guys made her seem that much better by comparison.
Waverly sighed as the director called cut, signalling an end to the filming. She looked over her shoulder at Nicole who was smiling easily at her. As soon as her dimples popped, Waverly felt all the doubts about her feelings melt away.
Chrissy got up on the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Alright everyone. We wrapped early so...karaoke party?”
The crew hollered in excitement and Chrissy took the microphone from the stand. “I was hoping everyone would be into this!” The music started and she began to sing. Waverly said a quick goodbye to Mark and wandered into the back of the room. She grabbed two beers from a nearby cooler, popped the tops off and walked over to Nicole.
Nicole took her beer with a grateful smile. “I thought you were supposed to sing tonight,” Nicole said with a raised eyebrow.
Waverly shook her head and took a long sip of her beer. “I dodged that bullet.”
“Oh come on,” Nicole said with that easy smile that might make Waverly do just about anything that Nicole asked. “Just one song?”
Waverly shook her head. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll sing a song if you do.”
“If I do?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, no one wants that.”
“I do,” Waverly said, making her eyes wide. Nicole scoffed and looked down at her beer bottle where she was peeling at the label. Waverly had her in the palm of her hand. She knew it.
“I’m gonna need at least two more of these before that,” Nicole said. Waverly squealed in excitement and went back to the cooler, getting a few more beers for them with a challenging raise of her brow.
“Deal,” she said taking a long sip and draining half of her own bottle.
Nicole smiled at her and did the same just as Chrissy finished up her song. The more people that got up to sing, the easier it got to drink. Soon Waverly and Nicole were on their third beers and Chrissy was bouncing up to them.
“Come on, Waves, your turn,” she said taking her hand.
“Chrissy,” Waverly whined, “I don’t even know what to sing!”
Chrissy acted offended, “Waves! You act like we haven’t done karaoke several times and I don’t know your go-to song.”
Waverly blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. “Really? You’re gonna make me sing-”
“Yes,” Chrissy said, eyes sparkling. “Come on.”
Waverly let Chrissy pull her from her seat with one last look at Nicole, who looked way too pleased with herself. As Chrissy walked arm and arm with Waverly to the stage, she leaned in and whispered.
“You better be careful, hanging out with Nicole like that,” Chrissy said. “People are starting to talk.”
Waverly paled and shook her head. “It’s nothing, Chrissy. She’s a friend.”
“Doesn’t mean people won’t talk,” Chrissy singsonged before leaving Waverly at the bottom of the stage steps. Waverly huffed and began slowly up the stairs. Everyone burst into applause at the sight of her walking on stage and she blushed, smiling over at the hollering boys. She vaguely registered Lucado yelling at a camera guy to roll but her embarrassment and slightly tipsy mind chose to ignore it.
The music started and Waverly started to sing, “You keep saying you got something for me. Something you call love but confess.”
Her eyes found Nicole in the back of the room who was practically beaming at her. That and the crowd helped feed into her energy, growing more confident the longer she sang. The song was coming to a close and she put the mic back in the holder, both of her hands holding it as she did her best attempt at singing provocatively, eyes on Nicole the whole time as she crooned.
“These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.”
Waverly smiled at Nicole whose mouth was hanging open slightly as Waverly stepped off of the stage. The guys hollered like she had just done a strip tease or something as Waverly sat back down across from Nicole. She had a beer hanging limply from her hand so Waverly made a show of taking it and draining its contents, eyes on Nicole the whole time.
She finished the beer and put the empty back in Nicole’s hand with a wink. “Your turn.”
Nicole blinked and shook her head. “You expect me to follow that?”
“We had a deal,” Waverly said with a small pout.
“Fine,” Nicole sighed, adjusting the hat on her head. “But you’re gonna regret it.”
“I doubt that,” Waverly said as Nicole stood up and walked towards the stage. Nicole looked back once and Waverly gave her an encouraging smile before she stepped onto the stage.
Nicole’s thumbs were hooked into her belt loop and she cleared her throat. She leaned forward a little awkwardly into the mic and spoke. “Hi, I’m um...my name is Nicole.”
“We know who you are!” someone shouted and Nicole blushed just as the music started. She shifted awkwardly on her feet as she began to sing.
”Searching, I've spent a lifetime, darling. Searching, looking for someone like you,” Nicole sang, her voice cracking and still with the vague drawl that Waverly found irresistible. Her voice wasn’t perfect, obviously, but to Waverly it was the most charming thing she had ever witnessed.
When brown eyes met hazel, Waverly felt the breath leave her lungs and she couldn’t look away. Nicole smiled a little, voice getting a little more confident as she sang.
”Other loves have come my way, but they were not for me. Tell me that you're here to stay. Don't ever set me free.”
Fuck, Waverly thought as Nicole’s song finished. She had forgotten there were other people in the room until the crowd applauded and the song came to a close. Waverly forgot herself for a moment and clapped along with them. Nicole tipped her hat in thanks and wandered back to their table in the back.
“Happy?” Nicole asked softly, cheeks still tinted.
“It was beau-...wonderful,” Waverly said, trying to hold back her gushing.
Nicole shook her head. “I can’t sing.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Waverly breathed, “It was lovely.”
It was lovely and damn if it didn’t make Waverly want to lean over and kiss Nicole right on the mouth in front of everyone. It felt like she was singing that song to her and only her and...yeah. Waverly was in trouble. The room started to feel small, like all eyes were on them and the room was getting smaller.
“I’m going to step outside for a moment,” Waverly said suddenly. “Can you-...would you like to join me?”
“Of course,” Nicole said, eyes sparkling. Waverly looked over her shoulder to make sure that Chrissy and Lucado weren’t looking as they walked out of the door. The sound from inside became muffled but they could still hear the music playing from outside the barn.
“It really was lovely,” Waverly said as she leaned against the barn.
Nicole shrugged. “Not as lovely as you.”
“Stop.”
“What? It’s true,” Nicole chuckled.
“I thought you didn’t want me to kiss you,” Waverly said, eyes sparkling as they darted down to Nicole’s lips. “You’re making it awful hard to stand by that.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you, I think you know I do,” Nicole clarified, stepping closer as she took Waverly’s hand in her own. “I just...we both know there’s a lot to consider.”
Waverly licked her lips and nodded, eyes looking down at her boots. “Yeah.”
“Hey,” Nicole said softly so that Waverly looked up at her. Nicole pushed some of Waverly’s hair behind her ear with a smile. “You’re beautiful.”
Waverly scoffed but couldn’t fight the smile off her face as she looked down at her boots. Her stomach warmed pleasantly at the closeness to Nicole. She heard a familiar song start in the barn and she smiled up at Nicole in excitement.
“This is one of my favorite songs,” she confessed, taking Nicole’s other hand in her own so their hands swung between them. “My Momma and Daddy used to dance to it in the living room. On the few occasions I saw them happy.”
Nicole listened for a moment and smiled. “It’s so cheesy.”
“It is. So dance with me,” Waverly said as she put one hand over Nicole’s shoulder and kept the other one clasped.
“Dance? I can’t dance,” Nicole said even as her hand settled on Waverly’s waist.
Waverly shook her head. “I find that hard to believe. You? A charmer? Never learning how to dance?”
Nicole smiled as they started to sway to the beat. “Well...maybe I can dance a little.”
“Liar,” Waverly teased as they fell into an easy rhythm.
I really got the feeling that I'll love you for a long long time. I felt it from the moment we met you didn't ask me my sign.
The moon shone above them, reflecting into brown eyes and Waverly felt her heart flutter. Maybe it was a mistake to dance with Nicole. The whole thing was too...romantic. Thy were under the moonlight, a romantic song playing in the background, even if someone was singing it badly...their bodies were so close and alcohol warmed their veins.
“This song is very heterosexual,” Nicole said with a teasing smile.
“Shut up,” Waverly said as she leaned a little more into Nicole, throwing her off balance for a moment. “It’s not about the lyrics it’s about the sentiment.”
“Alright,” Nicole chuckled, “I believe you.”
I love those silly things you do. You make me feel once more like an innocent child of two.
“Thank you,” Waverly said. She let go of Nicole’s hand and moved so both of her hands were around Nicole’s neck, her hands on Waverly’s bare waist below the tied up plaid shirt. Nicole’s hands felt like fire on her skin and she subconsciously pressed herself closer.
“Waves,” Nicole said, her breath playing over Waverly’s lips.
“Yeah?” Waverly answered. She swore she could see the stars reflected in Nicole’s eyes.
“I guess this song isn’t half bad.”
“Damn straight, cowgirl.”
Nicole tilted her head back in a laugh and Waverly watched her throat flex, the creamy expanse of skin looking so kissable and so close. Nicole looked back at her and pressed her forehead against Waverly’s. She let her eyes flutter closed, heart fluttering like a wild bird in her chest at the closeness of it all.
I really got the feeling, got the feeling. I really got the feeling, got the feeling. I really got the feeling that I'll love you 'til my dying day.
As the last notes faded out, their swaying slowed until they were just holding each other, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed.
“Waves,” Nicole said, voice cracking. Waverly just hummed in response, noses brushing as she tried to retain all her self control and not lean forward to kiss Nicole. “I should go.”
Waverly swallowed thickly but nodded anyways. Nicole ran her nose up the bridge of Waverly’s and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead and Waverly felt a warmth spread through her entire body, settling low in her stomach as need ignited from just the simple touch.
“I’ll see you later,” Nicole whispered against her forehead before she took a pointed step away from Waverly. Her eyes opened, hands falling from Nicole’s neck and landing at her sides.
“I’ll see you later,” Waverly said, even as her body ached to reach for Nicole again. To tell her to forget everything they had talked about. She would abandon this stupid show for Nicole. At least in this moment. She knew things would change when she wasn’t caught up in the moment. But it was hard not to be caught up with Nicole.
Nicole tipped her hat at Waverly once more, smug smirk on her face as she drawled, “Ma’am.”
Waverly crossed her arms in front of her and smiled, shaking her head at Nicole who winked before turning around and getting back in her truck. Waverly leaned against the barn, watching Nicole drive away with the stars in her eyes.
***
Next week on The Bachelorette Canada!
There is some horsing around!
There’s a close up of a horse and a fake sound effect of it whinnying. Cut to Waverly on a horse, riding it up a path with the rest of the guys behind. The horse takes off in a little gallop and the other horses follow, some of the guys looking scared.
Cut to Perry’s interview. “I’m a...city boy. We don’t ride ponies there.”
And then, Waverly chooses her final four.
All the guys are standing on stands for the rose ceremony. Waverly is in a beautiful dress and looking down at a rose in her hand, clearly torn. She has tears in her eyes as she looks up at the guys.
She takes a deep breath, “The rose goes to-”
The camera makes fast cuts between the guys. Perry, B-train, Champ, Chad and some others we have never seen before this moment.
Next week on The Bachelorette Canada!
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Title: Why’d You Come In Here (Lookin’ Like That)
Rating: E (Ch9 is NSFW)
Summary: Waverly is drowning in student debt, can’t find a good date to save her life and wants something different out of her life. When Chrissy approaches her to be on ‘The Bachelorette’, she takes it as her chance to do something adventurous, find some financial stability and maybe find love along the way. But what she didn’t realize is that the owner of the ranch they’re staying on, Nicole Haught, would be an unlikely contender for her heart.
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Waverly stands in front of two roses. All three remaining guys stand in front of her. Champ looks cocky, Perry appears stoic and B-train looks nervous.
We cut to B-train’s interview, he has tears in his eyes. “I just...I’m not ready for our journey to be over, you know? She’s such a cool dude and I’m a cool dude and we could be really happy together.”
Cut back to B-train twitching nervously from his spot. Waverly picks up one of the roses, she looks down on it before looking back up dramatically.
“The first rose, goes to…”
We see quick cuts of all the guys before she smiles.
“B-train.”
B-train whispers, “Yes.” He practically bounces over to Waverly, wide smile on his face as she pins the rose on his jacket. “Thank you.”
Waverly smiles back at him and cups his cheek briefly. “Thank you.”
B-train gets back in the line and Waverly looks down at the final rose in her hand. We cut between Perry and Champ. The music builds dramatically, the cutting getting faster. Finally Waverly looks up, tears in her eyes as she says:
“Champ.”
Perry hangs his head and Champ pats him on the back in mock sympathy before he goes up to Waverly. She pins the rose on his lapel and he winks at her.
Cut to Champ’s interview where he says. “I’m not surprised. We had an amazing time in the Fantasy Suite. You can’t just ignore that kind of connection. You know?”
Perry’s interview is much sadder. He stares off, away from the camera as tears gather in his eyes. “I just...thought we had a connection. I thought she could be the one.” He wipes his eyes as he sniffled. “It just hurts that...she didn’t feel what I feel.”
We’re back at the rose ceremony where Waverly is hugging Perry goodbye. There are whispered things between them that the camera can’t really pick up, but both of them are teary eyed as they pull away. Waverly smiles sadly as Perry walks away.
Then, tonight, on the action packed season finale of The Bachelorette Canada!
The guys go to Waverly’s hometown and meet her family.
There’s a shot of Waverly running up to the Homestead, Wynonna coming out of the house and the two sisters collide in a hug. Happy laughter fills the air and Wynonna pulls back to kiss Waverly’s forehead.
“I missed you, baby girl.”
“I missed you too.”
Cut to Champ sitting across from Wynonna at the kitchen table. Wynonna just stares at him as a sound bite plays over the footage.
“I don’t know,” she says, “he just reminds me of one of the tools I’ve run into while-...cabbage farming.”
We cut to Champ’s interview. He’s smiling and looking happy. “I’m feeling really confident. Wynonna obviously loves me. I’m in love with Waverly, she’s in love with me...it’s no question. I’m getting that rose.”
The camera cuts to B-train sporting a dopey grin. “We have chemistry!” It shows shots of B-train and Waverly walking hand and hand through Purgatory. “We really have a connection. She met my family and I met hers and we’re just a good fit. I feel it.”
Then, Waverly will give out the final rose.
There’s a dramatic shot of Waverly from the back, looking out a window as the sun sets. She’s wearing a silvery white gown with a slit all the way up the side and high heels. Her hair is done up in a bun, neck and back exposed. She looks out at the sunset, face serious.
“I have never felt more overwhelmed.” Her voice talks over shots of her walking around the ranch, looking introspective. “I love Champ because he’s handsome, funny...attentive...and I love B-train because he’s so sweet and his family is amazing. I can tell he would click with my family.”
Waverly sighs and we see her in her interview. She looks tired, but still beautiful. She shakes her head, conflict visible on her face. “I think taking them both home to meet Wynonna has really informed my decision.”
The camera cuts to Champ and B-train standing out on the porch of the house. The sun is setting behind them and it all looks very dramatic. Their hands are clasped in front of them and they look nervous.
“I mean, I’m choosing my spouse tonight,” Waverly says over a shot of her walking up and standing in front of them, a single rose in her hand. “I’m so terrified I’m going to make the wrong choice.”
The music swells as the camera cuts between shots of them all looking apprehensive.
This week on the finale of The Bachelorette Canada!
***
Waverly read back over the letter for the thousandth time.
Dear Nicole-
She skimmed the rest and nodded, satisfied. She slipped it into the envelope and sealed it before she could change her mind. There was a knock at her bedroom door and she walked over. She opened it to reveal Jeremy standing there with his usual clipboard and headset.
“Hey, Waverly,” he said with a smile, “the car’s here. You ready to go?”
Waverly couldn’t help but sigh in relief. She was so relieved to be going back home. Finally. It had felt like months. Being isolated from her family and friends made the time stretch on even longer. Although...the moments she had spent with Nicole really did make the time lovely. Every moment. Every touch.
Her heart ached at the thought of Nicole. It had been almost a week since everything blew up and it wasn’t getting any easier. She missed Nicole. God she missed Nicole. More than air. The heaviness in her chest had only just begun to lift, making it slightly easier to breath. Most of her nights were spent curled in her sheets and crying. Waverly had to force herself not to wear Nicole’s sweatshirt every day. To just let herself be wrapped up in Nicole’s comforting scent.
She shook herself from her thoughts just long enough to remember Jeremy was standing in front of her. “Um, yes,” she said looking back at the overnight bag she had packed. She turned back to Jeremy and held up the envelope, small smile on her face. “Mind doing me a quick errand after I leave?”
Jeremy just nodded enthusiastically.
***
Waverly hugged Wynonna, not wanting to let go. She smelled like leather, whiskey, and gunpowder and Waverly missed her so much. She hadn’t realized how much until she was hugging her. The warm leather of Wynonna’s jacket enveloped her and she felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
“I missed you, baby girl,” Wynonna said, voice vibrating in her chest.
“I missed you too,” Waverly muttered into her sister’s shirt.
The prickling on the back of Waverly’s neck let her know the cameras were on them. Not that she should be surprised, they were always on her. Especially after everything with Nicole. It was like Lucado had hired five extra cameramen to follow her around. Waverly pulled back and Wynonna planted a firm kiss on her forehead. She smiled and looked up at her sister.
“Now why don’t you tell me all about these guys you’re banging?” Wynonna said, wiggling her eyebrows.
Waverly’s cheeks tinted and she pushed Wynonna lightly. “Wy! I’m not-” her eyes darted ever so subtly to the side, checking to make sure the cameras were still there in her peripherals. “I have some sensibilities.”
Wynonna caught her look, her own eyes moving over her shoulder to look at the cameras before giving Waverly a subtle nod.
“Are you okay?” Wynonna whispered, just low enough for Waverly to hear.
Waverly felt the floodgates opening, throat tight with emotion as tears burned the corners of her eyes. She sniffled and shook her head subtly.
“I’m not okay,” Waverly whispered. “I’m…”
She bit her bottom lip and held back what she wanted to say. Everything about Nicole and how she fucked everything up. Wynonna squinted at her.
“Should I tell these people to piss off?” she muttered. Waverly just shook her head and Wynonna nodded again.
“Let’s go inside,” Wynonna said a little louder, putting her arm around Waverly’s shoulders and steering her inside. Waverly melted into Wynonna’s embrace, thankful that she could still read Waverly’s subtle signals. It used to drive Willa nuts when they were younger. Communicating with barely seen flickers of the eye. She winked at Waverly as the door to the Homestead closed behind them.
***
A few hours later when they were finally away from the cameras. Waverly was exhausted. To say the least.
Today had been “Champ’s day” in Purgatory which meant she walked him all around the town and they ended the night at Shorty’s where Rosita was bartending. Wynonna had gotten drunk, per usual, but definitely played it up for the cameras. She was surprisingly comfortable in front of the camera, though Waverly was sure she shouldn’t be surprised. Wynonna did like messing with people and if that meant spouting off ridiculous facts about cabbage farming while drinking then so be it.
Lucado seemed thrilled with all the soundbites they were getting from her. She was even more thrilled by the drama that Champ brought when they got a few drinks in him at Shorty’s. When he leaned over the bar and hit on Rosita Waverly could practically see Lucado salivating over the footage.
Waverly did her part, acting scandalized when Rosita told her later and talking to Champ tearfully about it afterwards.
But in the back of her mind, all she could think about was Nicole. She wondered if she’d read her letter yet. The letter in which she had poured her heart out,all while telling Nicole she was off the hook. She was fine and Waverly would make sure that she wasn’t shown on television. Ever.
The tightness in Waverly’s chest still hadn’t dissipated since that day everything went wrong and she was just going through the paces now.
Waverly had convinced Lucado to let her stay at the Homestead in her own room as long as she didn’t watch television or go on the internet. As soon as the cameras were gone, Waverly threw herself face down on the couch with a groan.
“Having that good of a time, baby girl?” Wynonna said. She lifted up Waverly’s feet and slipped under them, setting herself down on the couch with Waverly’s feet in her lap. Waverly turned onto her back and looked over at Wynonna who smiled at her sympathetically.
“I’m so tired,” Waverly whispered.
Wynonna squeezed Waverly’s foot and leaned her head back against the couch.
“Wanna...you know...talk about it?” Wynonna said with only the barest hint of a cringe which was well appreciated.
Waverly smiled at her sister just as she felt her throat closing again. She looked at the television she wasn’t allowed to watch and saw the dark reflections of her and her sister in the glass. She shook her head and tried to swallow her grief.
“I...fell in love,” Waverly muttered.
Wynonna hit her leg and smiled. “Waves! That’s great! Isn’t that what you went on the show for?”
“Yes but...no,” Waverly sighed, tears already forming. “I fell in love with someone...not on the show.”
“Oh.”
“The woman who owns the ranch-“
“Oh shit.”
“And we had amazing mind blowing sex-“
“Ugh, gross-“
“-and then I fudged it up. Royally.”
Wynonna smirked. “You’ve been on television too long, Waves, you can curse now.”
Waverly rolled her eyes. “Anyways. I...fell in love with her and now I’ve really screwed the pooch. I...didn’t mention to her that the show knew about us.” She frowned as the truth hit her painfully. “Well we weren’t actually…together. I guess. She hasn’t talked to me since.”
She looked over at Wynonna who had a sympathetic smile on her face. “This may be a dumb question but...have you tried to talk to her?”
Waverly pulled one of the decorative pillows to her chest and shook her head. Wynonna gave her a knowing look and Waverly quickly defended herself. “I left her a letter! Before I came home.”
Wynonna blinked at her. “A letter-? I’m sorry, Waves, is this the early nineteen hundreds or something? Did you send it via the Pony Express?”
Waverly groaned and pressed the pillow to her face with a long sigh. “I didn’t-...I wouldn’t have been able to take it if I went to see her and she rejected me,” Waverly admitted softly.
She felt a soft squeeze to her foot and went back to cradling the pillow. Wynonna was squinting at her, scrutinizing Waverly in a way that made her squirm.
“What’s her name?” Wynonna finally asked.
“Nicole,” Waverly said with a sigh, “Nicole Haught.”
Wynonna blinked at her for a moment. “Her...last name is-?”
“Yep.”
“And she’s-”
“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen, yes.”
Wynonna practically cackled and Waverly rolled her eyes. “I’m going to give her so much shit for that name.”
Waverly threw the pillow at Wynonna’s face. “Don’t! If she’ll even…” Waverly groaned and put her hand over her face. “It doesn’t matter. I told her she was done with this mess. That I would leave her alone.”
“So?” Wynonna said with a shrug. “If she cares about you it shouldn’t matter.”
“Yeah but...she doesn’t want to be on camera. She said so herself,” Waverly said. “And if I don’t choose one of the guys, they’re going to make her life hell until she agrees to be on camera. I can’t do that to her.”
Wynonna squeezed Waverly’s foot again. “Baby girl, if this girl loves you back, I guarantee being on camera is a small price to pay.”
Waverly shook her head and ignored the twisting in her stomach. The feeling that she had been the one to mess this whole thing up. Not just her and Nicole, she could have messed up everything up for Chrissy too after she had worked so hard to get where she was. She felt the tears prickling at her eyes and sniffled softly.
“Wynonna. I love her and I ruined it,” Waverly said just as the tears started to fall. Wynonna pat her lap and Waverly turned her body so she could lay her head in it. Her sister ran her hand through her hair and whispered comforting words that Waverly couldn’t quite make out over her own sobs. She couldn’t have Nicole, but she could at least relish in the comfort of home for now.
***
Waverly forced a small smile as Champ tried to engage Gus in some kind of talk about beer. The idea for the day was basically that Champ and B-train would “learn how to run a bar” from Gus. They had all had dinner with them individually the night before. By dinner, of course, she meant they all sat around a table with food they had no intention of eating.
Gus kept shooting Waverly looks across the table each time one of the guys said something particularly dumb and Waverly had to keep her face as neutral as possible for the cameras. She was sure they were having a field day with all of Gus’ reactions. Waverly hadn’t been allowed to talk to Gus after the camera’s left and she was sure the woman would have enough to say when they had their “heart to heart” later.
Champ only managed to break one glass and B-train was actually super sweet through the whole situation. He listened intently to Gus and asked her questions about the bar and her family. Waverly sat on the other side of the bar in her Shorty’s uniform with a small smile. At one point he winked at her and she even let herself blush.
Later that day, Waverly was getting her makeup retouched as the cameras set up outside of the McCready house. She looked out the window of the makeup truck at the house and sighed wistfully. It was the house she grew up in after her family was gone and it was just her and Wynonna. Until it was just her.
Waverly’s heart ached at the thought and thankfully the makeup person stepped away from her and Jeremy came to walk her to the makeshift set. Gus was already sitting on the porch, cup of tea cradled between her hands as another makeup person brushed blush onto her cheeks.
Gus smiled at Waverly as she sat in the chair next to her, head still tilted up towards the makeup artist. “Is this what it’s like to be a movie star?”
Waverly chuckled and leaned back in her chair. “Pretty close.”
“Can’t say I care much for it,” Gus said with a wink as the makeup person walked away.
The cameras had already started rolling. They always did before they were expected to catch as many “candid” moments as possible. But Waverly desperately wanted to talk to her Aunt and if that meant having a heart to heart in front of the cameras, she was going to do it.
Waverly couldn’t help the break in her smile when Gus reached over and took Waverly’s hand in her own.
“Honey, are you happy?” Gus started, voice soft and motherly.
Waverly felt the tears pressing behind her eyes again and she forced her smile. “I...I’m just confused.” Waverly took a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m being pulled in two different directions.”
She wished she could talk candidly. That she could tell Gus all about Nicole and how much she loved her. And how much she really screwed it up. This, now, was her penance. Going through the rest of the show and having to pick one of the guys. She had wondered how long she’d have to keep up the charade that she was in love with him before she could call it off.
She desperately wanted to tell Gus that the two things she was being pulled between were the show and the woman she had fallen in love with so quickly. But instead she was forced to keep doing what she had done for weeks. Pretend to be only about the guys.
Gus squeezed her hand with a small smile. “I talked to Wynonna this morning,” she said with a pointed look that made Waverly’s stomach drop. “Watching you grow up, I’ve always known one thing. You’re an extraordinary young woman, Waverly Earp, and anyone would be lucky to have you by their side.”
Waverly felt her throat tighten and she sniffled lightly, holding back her tears yet again. “I just...how do I know if I’m making the right choice?”
“Listen to your heart,” Gus said, “Your instincts. I know you got ‘em, Waverly. Your heart will tell you what it needs, you just have to listen to it and be brave.”
“What if I can’t be brave?” Waverly asked, cameras fading into the distance as her heart stuttered painfully at the realization.
Gus shook her head, smile still in place. “Dear, you’ve been brave your whole life. There’s no reason to stop now.”
Waverly nodded and stood up, Gus standing up and pulling her into a tight hug. Waverly sniffled and took comfort from her Aunt’s arms around her as she let herself cry just a little bit. She didn’t know if she could change the outcome of anything. It felt too late.
Gus kissed the side of Waverly’s head and whispered. “Listen, Waverly, no tv show is worth throwing true love away for. You hear me?”
“Yeah,” Waverly answered, voice cracking. “I know, Gus.”
“Good,” she said pulling away and holding Waverly at arm’s length. She winked at her and squeezed her biceps a little. “I know you’ll do the right thing.”
“I hope so,” Waverly whispered, mind already going a thousand miles a minute.
***
Waverly sighed as the sound guy took her mic off of her. Gus was standing and batting them away, insisting she could do it herself and didn’t need their grubby hands on her. Waverly chuckled as Chrissy came up to her and squeezed her shoulder to get her attention. She smiled up at her friend and put her hand over Chrissy’s.
“Hey,” Waverly said softly.
Chrissy squeezed her shoulder again. “I just wanted to say...thank you. For...going through with the show. It really means a lot to me.”
Waverly felt the broken pieces of her heart grate against each other, and her smile faltered. She was going through with the show at the detriment of her and Nicole. Ruining any chance of salvaging...whatever they had.
It’s for the greater good, she kept reminding herself. The best for the...most people.
“You’re welcome,” Waverly said with the barest hint of a smile. “It’s...the least I could do.”
***
Waverly practically insisted that they let Wynonna ride to the airport with her. She didn’t think she would miss Wynonna this much, but seeing her again after so long was making it harder to leave. Wynonna, of course, teased her about it, but she didn’t put up a fight when Waverly asked her to go to the airport with her.
“Alright, baby girl,” Wynonna said playing with the buttons on the top of the limo just to see what they did. A small television screen started to unfold from the top and she watched it in awe as she talked. “What are you going to do about Haught?”
Suddenly Waverly found her hands the most interesting thing in the world. She had spent the whole night, tossing and turning and wondering what the next couple of days might look like. Even after Gus’ talk she was sure Nicole wasn’t an option.
“Maybe...after I fake a huge breakup with this guy...maybe then she’ll be-...I can ask her if she...wants to talk to me again,” Waverly said softly.
Wynonna frowned at her as she pushed the button that folded the tv back up. “I just...don’t get why you don’t march up to her as soon as you get back to that ranch,” she said as her hand fell from the ceiling and onto her lap. “Just go and jump her bones.”
“I can’t just-” Waverly blushed. “I can’t just go and jump her. I’d ruin everything. The show-”
“Who gives a fuck about the show?”
“I do! And not-...it’s not just the show. It’s about Chrissy and all the other people whose job is depending on this show. Not to mention the fact that I would be sued up the ass. They’d take everything. They’d take the Homestead. Maybe even Shorty’s.”
Wynonna tugged on her sleeve. “Shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Listen, Waves,” Wynonna said leaning forward and resting her elbow on her knees. ”I want you to be happy. I want you to do what makes you happy, the consequences be damned. We’ll figure it out.”
Waverly shook her head. “You know I can’t do that,” Waverly whispered, tired of the tears constantly pressing against the back of her eyes. “I won’t do that. To you or Gus.”
“You’re too good, Waves,” Wynonna said.
“Not good enough,” Waverly muttered as she let her forehead fall against the glass of the car window, Purgatory shrinking behind her.
***
One plane ride and long car journey later, Waverly was finally pulling back onto the ranch. She couldn’t help the way her eyes wandered to the barn. And she definitely couldn’t help how her heart ached when she saw Nicole leave the barn and head to the side of it. Probably to chop wood or do something else equally as attractive.
It was still so tempting to just go over to the barn and talk to Nicole. She didn’t know what she would say. She’d probably just stare at Nicole and run away again. Just thinking of what she wanted to say to Nicole, all she was met with was a garbled mess. Lots of “I’m sorry’s” and “please forgive me”.
They pulled up to the front of the house, the entire yard fluttering with activity as they set up for the final rose ceremony in only a few hours. Waverly sighed. At least she only one more day to deal with all this. Then she could go back home or wherever they wanted to sequester her away to until the season aired. She didn’t even care at this point as long as she was away from the constant cameras.
Waverly got out of the car and Jeremy materialized in front of her. He smiled and she forced her own small smile.
“Hey, Jeremy,” Waverly said as she closed the car door behind her, duffle over her shoulder.
“Hey. How was home?” he asked as he escorted her to her room. He noticed her bag and reached for it. “Oh! Let me get that.”
“Oh, Jeremy, it’s fine,” Waverly said, watching as Jeremy struggled to lift it onto his shoulder.
“Nah, I got it,” he gasped as he finally got the strap over himself. “Anyways. Home. How was it?”
“It was good,” she said as she tugged on the edge of her shirt briefly. “Did um...did the letter get delivered?”
“Oh! Yes,” Jeremy said with an excited nod. “All delivered.”
Waverly looked at him, waiting for more of a response that never came. “Did she um...say anything?”
“Nope. Just took it and went back to her little cave,” Jeremy said with a small chuckle.
“Cave?”
“Yeah- well...she was all disheveled looking and the barn was pretty dark. Like she had been hiding in a cave,” Jeremy said. “It’s more of a figure of speech I guess…”
Waverly looked towards the barn, even if she was in the house and couldn’t see it. Nicole had been upset...she wondered if she still was. If there was still that aching in her chest like Waverly felt. Or if she even had felt that at all. Maybe Nicole was still mad about Waverly’s misplaced declaration of love. She shifted uncomfortably at the memory, pulling her hair over her shoulder and playing with the ends.
“Well...thank you, Jeremy,” Waverly said as she got to her room. “What time is hair and makeup coming? Do you know?”
Jeremy looked down at his clipboard briefly. “Mm...you have about a half hour.”
Waverly took the duffle back from him and put it back over her shoulder with ease. “Great,” she said with as little sarcasm as she could. “I’ll just...take a shower I guess. Wash the plane off of me.”
“And I’ll be here!” Jeremy said cheerfully from his usual post just outside her door. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Jeremy,” Waverly said as she closed the door. She dropped her duffle bag to the ground and stopped as she slowly walked over to the shower, hoping the hot water would wash these feelings off of her.
***
The twisting in Waverly’s stomach hadn’t ended from the moment she got out of the shower and sat in the makeup chair. Her eyes kept finding the nearest clock, counting down the minutes until she’d be choosing her fiance for the next...however many months until she could safely break up with him.
If she had to choose a guy, there was no doubt in her mind she would be choosing B-train. He was dumb and a pure jock, but Champ was getting increasingly more annoying as time went on while B-train was...sweet. She regretted getting rid of Perry instead of Champ, but at least it made this choice easier.
Waverly breathed in as they straightened her hair, hands fidgeting on the arm rest as she watched them work in the mirror. Her nerves made her palms sweaty, sickness riding up in her throat as she thought about what was about to happen. It wasn’t kissing B-train. It was the lying. The tricking. The lying about herself.
For the greater good, something she kept telling herself in hopes it would make her feel better. All it did was make her feel sicker.
The makeup person put the finishing touches on her, touching up her lipstick and blush one last time. They smiled at Waverly and Waverly forced a smile back as she stood from the makeup chair. She looked at herself in the mirror. They had dressed her in a long white gown with intricate beading on the front, a cheap callback to a wedding dress she was never going to wear. She smoothed her hand down the front and the makeup person came up behind her, nudging her lightly.
“You look beautiful, don’t be nervous,” they said with a wink before walking out the door.
Waverly was alone again and prayed she could stay that way. But not even a second passed before there was another knock at the door.
“Come in,” she said just loud enough for the other person to hear.
Lucado and Chrissy came into the room, both looking far too happy. Waverly didn’t think she’d ever seen Lucado smile so much in her life.
“Alright,” she said looking Waverly over. “You look lovely, as always. The camera will love you. So, what we’re doing is simple. You’re going to have your interview first, talk about stuff there. Then we’ll set you up and you’ll choose one of the guys. Got it?”
Waverly nodded, nervously running a hand through her fixed hair. Chrissy gave her a look and Waverly just smiled stiffly.
“Nervous?” Chrissy asked.
Waverly scoffed. “No, I’m just about to choose the boy Canada thinks I’m going to marry.”
“And you’ll make a ton of money, and we’ll make a ton of money, and then in a few months you’ll break up with him. Easy as pie,” Lucado said with a single nod. “Jeremy!”
The PA practically burst through the door, eyes wide.
“Escort Ms. Earp to the set please,” Lucado said as she walked out of the room, Chrissy close behind. “And make sure she doesn’t get...lost.”
Lucado gave Waverly a sickly smile that made Waverly want to lunge at her. Instead she crossed her arms over her chest and looked over at Jeremy who seemed torn.
“Are...you okay?” he asked.
“As good as I’m gonna be,” Waverly muttered.
Jeremy took a step closer to her, voice low like he was afraid of getting caught. “You sure?” he asked. “This is kind of a...major life decision here-”
“I’m aware,” Waverly snapped before instantly regretting it. “Sorry. I...am very aware. But my hands are tied I...have to go through with it.”
Jeremy hesitated. “Is it...Nicole?” Waverly looked up at him and he smiled knowingly before he continued. “I may seem oblivious, but I’m not.”
Waverly let out a long breath and shut her eyes for a moment. “Yeah...it’s Nicole. I really let things go to balls with her and now-...well this is my only choice.”
Jeremy looked up at her for a moment like he was holding something back and Waverly frowned at him. “What?”
“Nothing!” Jeremy said, voice high as he shook his head. “I um…” he paused, clearly listening to something in his headset. “-we should go.”
“Okay,” Waverly said taking one last look in the mirror before following Jeremy out to where everything was set up for her interview. Mark was already there, getting the final touches on his makeup as she sat in the chair across from him. He beamed at her and she tried to smile back.
The makeup person stepped back from him and the cameras started to roll. He straightened out his tie and cleared his throat before winking at her.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Mark put on his host voice and began. “So, Waverly, tonight you pick your Prince Charming. How are you feeling?”
Waverly smiled. “Nervous as hell.”
Mark laughed. “That’s understandable. Do you have any regrets from this season?”
“Well,” Waverly sighed, already knowing the answer. Yes. Of course she did. She regretted everything that led to where she was now. Just short of regretting the show in general. “I...do. I have a few regrets,” she continued with a deep breath. She could feel Lucado stiffen behind the monitors. “I acted selfishly, and it hurt people in the process.” Waverly felt her throat tighten, voice breaking. “I thought I was doing the right thing for love but...I didn’t consider everything and I just...wish I could take some things back. You know?”
Mark frowned, nodding sympathetically. “Are you talking about letting certain guys go?”
Waverly thought about Nicole’s face when she said she loved her, when she saw the cameras. The betrayal in her eyes...it broke Waverly’s heart at the memory. “I’m talking about...handling the way I let some people go,” she said, carefully choosing her words. “I think...I said things that people weren’t ready for. I said them in desperation in...selfishness. And I think that’s ultimately what drove us apart. I can’t go back and change things but...I’m going to try and make things right. Some day.”
Mark nodded again. “So then, are you ready? Do you know who you’re going to pick?”
“This...is the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make in my life,” Waverly said, voice cracking as she wiped away a tear. “But I think I’m ready.”
With a smile, Mark nodded. “Good luck tonight. You ready to go out there?”
“I am,” Waverly breathed, hands shaky. “I’m ready.”
The cameras switched off and Waverly couldn’t even wipe away her own tears before the makeup person was blotting the tears from her face and reapplying her makeup. She smiled in thanks before they disappeared again, to wait for her to look less than perfect so they could sweep in.
Jeremy came up to her, his hands flexing and tapping on his trusty clipboard nervously. “Ready?”
Waverly nodded and stood up. He led her outside, past all the crew moving around them and making last minute adjustments. There were sparkling lights all in the trees, flowers everywhere and it was lit just so that the whole back of the house looked like a fairy tale. She swallowed the lump in her throat, begging the tears not to fall as she got to her mark in the middle of a half circle of flowers. The flowers behind her, there were two light setups across from her were where she knew the two guys would be standing.
She licked her lips before remembering the lipstick and took a deep breath. This was it. She wondered again, how long it would be before she could call things off. Or if she would be able to convince the guy she chose to stay as far away from her as possible until she could break up with him. Mostly, she wondered if Nicole would talk to her after all this was over.
Nicole, probably hidden away in her barn right now. Definitely not wondering what Waverly was doing. She was probably cursing her name. Waverly wished and hoped that Nicole would talk to her after this was all over, after her contractual obligations were over.
Maybe Nicole wouldn’t want to be with her anymore but...at least she could have her in her life. Waverly would take that over having to forget Nicole all together.
“Waverly.”
Her eyes darted to Jeremy who’d been standing in front of her for who knew how long before she noticed.
“Hm?”
He fidgeted nervously before reaching into his coat pocket and taking out a small envelope. She could make out her name in a messy scrawl on the front and her heart froze.
“Nicole gave this to me,” he said handing it to her. “She told me to make sure you got it and nobody saw me give it to you.”
“You’re just now giving this to me?” Waverly squeaked.
Jeremy flinched as she tore the envelope from his hand. “I’m sorry! Lucado is so scary, she’s always watching.”
Waverly looked around quickly before ripping open the envelope with shaking hands. A small folded piece of paper fell out and Waverly opened it, heart in her throat as her eyes scanned over the words.
Where you go, I go.
Waverly read it ten more times before a small smile started to bloom. But the nerves in her stomach reached up and took her smile away, anxiety settling in her chest. Did Nicole...what did Nicole want? To go to her? To leave the show to-...Waverly didn’t know what.
“Alright places everyone!”
Waverly didn’t know who shouted it, but it made her blood run cold. She could see beyond the gate to the ranch, the limo that was holding Champ and B-train. In a manner of moments, they would be here, expecting an answer from her. The car moved steadily forward and she took the note and stuffed it in the front of her dress. Jeremy blushed and looked away quickly with a small scream, but Waverly was too busy thinking to notice.
Did Nicole…want her again? Didn’t Nicole know the consequences of Waverly running away right now? Nicole would have to agree to be on camera.
“Places! Cameras roll!”
“Rolling!”
“Cue limos!”
Waverly’s eyes snapped back up to the slowly approaching limos. She hadn’t noticed everyone in their places, cameras on her as the car approached. She must have just looked nervous which she supposed worked great for the show, but really the note was burning against her skin.
The limo pulled up. Champ and B-train got out, both in tuxedos. Champ’s was a normal black one but B-train’s had his favorite hockey team emblazoned across the inside and barely visible on the labels of the jacket.
Waverly felt sick.
She had to choose. She had to choose.
Balls.
B-train. Poor sweet B-train who was dumber than a rock but so attentive.
Champ. A man-child with a sense of entitlement and teeth that were far too bright.
The choice was simple.
Mark came up to her, serious look on his face as he nodded. “Alright, Waverly...are you ready?”
Waverly couldn’t breathe. Suddenly the dress seemed too tight and the lights too bright. The soft sound of the cameras rolling and lights buzzing was too loud. She felt like everything was closing in on her, like she was about to be crushed. Waverly swallowed thickly, panic rising in her chest.
She was sure the note was burning her skin at this point.
“I-...I don’t feel well,” she whispered to Mark, a hint of realization in her own voice. “I’m going to be sick. I have to-...”
She looked back at the guys, B-train looking concerned while Champ looked like his mind was somewhere else.
“I’m sorry.”
She quickly pushed past Mark and the cameras, just needing some space to breath. Her lungs were tight, head light as she walked past the monitors. Chrissy quickly followed her, arm around Waverly’s waist as she led her around to the side of the house where no crew was. Waverly was close to hyperventilating, she could feel it tightening around her lungs and squeezing them. Chrissy went behind Waverly, turning off her mic pack before facing her friend again.
“Breathe, Waves,” Chrissy said, rubbing her arms soothingly.
Waverly nodded, tears sparkling on her eyelashes as she took a shaky breath. She hiccuped as she breathed in, but managed to take a whole breath before she breathed back out. Chrissy looked at her sympathetically, hands still on Waverly’s arms.
She tried to find comfort in her friend’s touch, letting out a shuddery breath as she tried to focus.
“Are you okay?” Chrissy asked.
The question broke the dam and Waverly let out a sob. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold in all her sadness and doubts but they came tumbling out anyways. Chrissy’s arms were around her in an instant as she whispered soothing things in her ear. Waverly let her shoulders shake as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I-...don’t think I can do this,” Waverly said against Chrissy’s shirt.
“So...don’t,” Chrissy said softly.
Waverly pulled back with a frown, heart fluttering with hope even if she didn’t want it to. “What?”
Chrissy smiled and shrugged. “I want you to be happy, Waves.”
“But...the show. Your job-”
“Do you love Nicole?” Chrissy asked, eyebrow raised.
“More than anything,” Waverly answered easily.
Chrissy shrugged again. “Then it’s easy. Forget these guys, forget the show.”
Waverly could hardly believe her ears. It felt like she was in some kind of wind tunnel. Information and sounds pushed past her at a rate she couldn’t quite match, making it hard to comprehend what was happening.
“I can’t just...forget the show,” Waverly said with a frown when her brain caught up. “You-...Lucado-...I’m not going to force Nicole to be on camera and I can’t be sued.”
Chrissy bit her lip and scrunched her nose. It was her thinking face that Waverly recognized from their years of study groups together. Something passed by her eyes and she nodded.
“Waverly, Nicole loves you too,” she whispered. “I can tell. I’m kinda psychic, remember?”
Waverly managed a small laugh. “Just because you predicted the results of a football game one time-”
“I can tell that she loves you,” Chrissy said, shaking Waverly a little bit. “And you love her. True love conquers all. Remember?”
Waverly rolled her eyes. “This is real life, not a fairy tale.”
Chrissy frowned. “Reality tv broke you, Waves.”
Waverly groaned and rested her head on her friend’s shoulder as tears continued to leak down her face. The makeup person would have a heart attack if they could see her now. She took a deep breath and just tried to...think. She tried to remember what it was like to be in Nicole’s arms. To kiss her. To love her.
“Waves, it’s your choice,” Chrissy said, squeezing her tight. “But don’t worry about me. Okay? I’ll figure it out. You’ve spent your whole life trying to please other people. Maybe it’s...time you do something for yourself.”
Waverly pulled away and wiped some tears from her cheek. Chrissy was right. And the idea of living without Nicole...of not even trying...that killed her more than anything.
“I don’t...even know what to do I-” Waverly paused, gears clicking in her brain. A slow smile crawled over her features and suddenly the note tucked into her dress felt that much heavier. “I ...know what to do... can you just-...tell Nicole I’m waiting for her. She’ll know where I am.”
Chrissy squealed and pulled Waverly into a hug, squeezing her tight. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Don’t be happy yet, we don’t know what she’s going to say,” Waverly said with a watery chuckle. “Oh and...do you have a pocket knife I can borrow?”
***
This week on The Bachelorette Canada!
It’s the heart wrenching season finale-
Waverly is pacing on the balcony in her white dress. We cut to her on camera interview. “This is the hardest decision of my life.”
Cut to a small montage of Waverly’s happy moments with Champ and B-train.
We then see a close up of Waverly as the limo pulls up. Panic apparent on her face. Dramatic music plays. We see the tears starting in her eyes and she just shakes her head.
“I’m sorry,” she says before walking off camera. It cuts to close ups of Champ and B-train, standing there confused. We see a long shot of Waverly walking away, the camera shaky.
This week on the exciting season finale of the Bachelorette Canada!
***
Waverly was sitting on the edge of the cliff watching the stream below her when she heard hooves approaching. Her heart leapt into her throat and she quickly stood up, smoothing her dress with her hand. When she saw Whiskey’s face just barely peeking over the ridge, a rider astride her, white Stetson standing out among the background, Waverly felt her breath catch.
What if this was a mistake? What if she misread Nicole’s letter?
But seeing Nicole look at her as she approached, Waverly felt the warm twisting in her stomach that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Some of the ache in her heart got deeper from the closeness to Nicole and she just wanted to touch her. But she clasped her hands together and fiddled with the pocket knife in her hand.
Waverly managed to pull her eyes away from Nicole to look at the tree next to her. All the initials carved into it, scarring the bark and discoloring it.
She turned back to Nicole just as she got off the horse. They looked at each other for a moment and Nicole tipped her hat at Waverly. She swooned, stomach feeling sick as Nicole walked closer slowly, thumbs hooked into the loops of her jeans.
“Waverly,” Nicole breathed.
It felt like something kick started Waverly’s heart, kicking up the dust that had settled there since her blow up with Nicole.
“Nicole,” Waverly said, a small watery laugh filling the silence between them.
Nicole stood in front of her, the tips of their shoes almost touching as they just looked at each other. There were bags under Nicole’s eyes and Waverly wanted to reach up and touch her cheek but dug her nails into her own palm instead.
“I got your letter,” Nicole said, her voice rough, grating along Waverly’s spine in a delicious way.
“I got yours,” Waverly said with a small smile that faded just as soon as it was there.
All the words she wanted to say felt like they were dying on the tip of her tongue with Nicole there in front of her. The speech she had rehearsed in her mind while waiting for her just disappeared like smoke. Waverly licked her lips and looked down at her hands before taking a deep breath, gathering her courage.
Suddenly she looked up and spoke. “Nicole, I just-”
“Waverly, I-”
They talked at the same time, both stopping abruptly. Nervous smiles lit up their lips and Waverly whispered. “Can I start?”
Nicole tilted her head like she was thinking but finally just nodded gently.
Waverly took another deep breath and tucked some hair behind her ear. “I just want to apologize...first. I...should have told you about Lucado finding out about us. I shouldn’t have...jumped you.” Waverly blushed deeply and looked away. “I don’t regret...the results. But I regret the circumstances surrounding it.”
She flashed back to that night and shifted, blushing impossibly deep as she chanced a glance up at Nicole who had a blush on her own cheeks.
“And I just-”
Waverly took a deep breath as she continued. “I’ve never felt about...anyone, the way I feel about you. I went into this whole thing thinking the show was...a scam. I thought it was impossible to fall in love with someone in six weeks but...here we are.”
She let out a soft laugh, tears in her eyes as she looked up at Nicole.
“I love you,” Waverly said softly. “I shouldn’t have-...I don’t want those words to be diminished because I said them at an awful time-”
“Waverly,” Nicole said softly, reaching forward and pushing some of Waverly’s hair behind her ear. She leaned into the touch, her body warming at the feeling. “I love you too.”
“You do?” Waverly breathed, her heart taking flight in her chest.
Nicole nodded. “I was...too shocked to say it before-”
“I understand,” Waverly said. “It was shit timing-”
Nicole shook her head and framed Waverly’s face with her hands, cutting off her words. Waverly couldn’t help but smile. Feeling Nicole’s strong, gentle, and calloused hands against her skin again made Waverly weak in the knees.
“What I wanted to say was...that I’m sorry I freaked out,” Nicole said. “I was just so shocked and trying to process things but... I’ll be on the show, Waverly.”
Waverly looked up at her, shocked. “But-”
Nicole shook her head. “I’ll be on the show. I don’t care. I’ll...I’ll do a dance or say stupid shit. I don’t care as long as I get to be with you.”
Waverly was sure her heart exploded with happiness in that moment.
“Nicole,” Waverly started, “This experience...was so great. I got to do so many things I’d never done before, and it was amazing. But my one...major regret...is that I didn’t get to do any of those things with you. I don’t want to miss out on any more adventures with you. Even if it’s just sitting on the couch eating pudding in our pajamas.”
Nicole chuckled and pressed their foreheads together, tears shining on her eyelashes. “That sounds like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Can I kiss you?” Waverly whispered, eyes darting down to Nicole’s lips. Nicole didn’t answer, choosing instead to lean forward and connect their lips.
It felt like taking her first breath after nearly drowning. Waverly was sure a kiss had never felt as amazing as this one. Her skin erupted in goosebumps and she poured every ounce of emotion that she could into the kiss. Her heart soared and it was over too soon, even if her starving lungs burned thankfully.
She kept her eyes shut, just living in the moment and breathing Nicole in.
“I love you,” Waverly said, eyes fluttering open.
“I love you too, Waverly,” Nicole said, brushing their noses together. Waverly licked her lips nervously and held up the closed pocket knife between them. Nicole pulled away for a moment just to look down on it before looking back up at Waverly with an amused smile.
“Are you threatening me?” Nicole teased.
Waverly rolled her eyes and slapped her hand to Nicole’s chest lightly. Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of Nicole’s flannel, fingers twisting in the fabric.
“No,” she whispered. “I just thought…maybe if you...you’re it for me, Nicole. I want you to be my everything, forever and always. And I would be honored if...we could put our initials on the tree.”
Nicole smiled so brightly that Waverly was sure she went blind for a moment. She kissed Waverly hard, all the air leaving her lungs as her free hand tangled in the short hairs beneath Nicole’s hat.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Nicole said, pecking Waverly’s lips over and over until they were both giggling like fools. Nicole plucked the knife from Waverly’s fingers and pulled her closer to the tree. Waverly faced it, Nicole holding her from behind with her face pressed into Waverly’s shoulder. She kissed along the skin there until Waverly giggled.
“You’re distracting me.”
“Sorry,” Nicole whispered, placing a lingering kiss just below Waverly’s ear that made her sigh. “You just look so beautiful.”
Waverly leaned back and tilted her head to kiss the underside of Nicole’s jaw as she looked at the tree trunk.
“Okay,” Waverly said, trying to focus. “Where should we do it?”
Nicole pointed at a spot right next to her grandparents and handed Waverly the knife. “My grandpa and grandma got married after their first date and were in love until the day they died,” Nicole whispered. “I know we’ll be like them.”
Waverly felt her stomach flip at the sentiment. “I wish I could’ve met them.”
“Me too, baby,” Nicole said, kissing her cheek. “Now put your name there.”
Waverly nodded, lifting the knife and carefully carving the ‘W’ into it. She held the knife in her palm and Nicole took it from her, leaning forward a little bit to add ‘+ N’.
“It’s perfect,” Nicole whispered, using Waverly’s hips to turn her around so they were facing each other again. “You’re perfect.”
Waverly blushed and shook her head. “We’re perfect.”
Nicole smiled and pressed Waverly lightly against the tree, one hand next to her head and the other gripping her hip.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over saying ‘I love you’,” Nicole said as Waverly brushed her fingers along the brim of her hat.
“Neither will I,” Waverly admitted as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Marry me,” Nicole whispered suddenly.
Waverly’s heart stopped. “What?”
“Marry me, Waverly Earp,” Nicole said, “make me the happiest person alive.”
“Of course,” Waverly said, fresh tears springing to her eyes as she smiled. “There’s nothing I want more.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Their lips molded together again, Waverly weaving her hands through red hair and she was sure, in that moment, she had never been happier.
***
Next week on The Bachelorette Canada: The Final Rose!
Mark is sitting in a plush looking chair, all the guys from day one and beyond sitting up behind him in their own chairs.
“This week, we’ll be talking to the guys of The Bachelorette Canada about their time in the house. About love, loss, and jealousy. And later, we’ll be bringing out our own Bachelorette Waverly and talking about how she found her one true love.” Mark smiles brightly, face aglow with a new spray tan. “This is going to be an episode you won’t want to miss of The Final Rose!”
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