Call Me Back, Maybe
Okay, so this sucker is actually a collab project between me and @emmandhook. You should totally go check out the gifset Pearl made. She took my measly little idea and not only encouraged me to write it (aka gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write it), she also brought it to life. Seriously, it’s fantastic and if you haven’t seen it, check it out. (Story is also on ff.net if that’s your jam.)
Enjoy! And please, go send Pearl some love!
Emma waits for moments when Killian is out and about to listen to the twelve voicemails he left her. She knows this probably makes her the worst girlfriend in the world, but she can’t help it. It’s impossible to forget the way he blushed when he returned her phone and scratched that spot behind his ear as he sheepishly suggested she simply delete the messages.
In all honesty, she was impressed that he kept it down to twelve. He is prone to obsess at time, so that felt like a reasonable number—the Killian Jones version of double texting—especially considering that twice the number of messages would have been waiting for Killian had their places been switched. His behavior stirred up her curiosity and it stays stirred up until she finally starts listening
“Swan, it’s Killian. Call me.”
The first one is straight forward, the words neutral, but she smiles at the irate edge to his voice. He wanted to say more, that much is evident, but held back.
Only until the next message though.