“Oh Y/N you look stunning” Meryl gushed ignoring the y/h/c girls reddening cheeks. “It’s nothing really..” Y/N replied suddenly feeling very exposed in the dress. “She’s right Y/N you look lovely!” Jill insisted still applying her makeup in the mirror. The woman's light coloured eyes subtly eying up the younger woman. “So who’s the lucky chap?” Meryl teased practically skipping over to her colleague. The blonde nurse usually didn’t partake in romantic gossip but that was because she was normally rushed off her feet in the cottage hospital. “Nobody…” Y/N muttered a small frown forming on her painted lips. “Oh Y/N/N” Jill stated apologetically, Y/N was one of the youngest Nurse’s at The Royal so the female Doctor had taken the girl under her wing. “It’s fine honestly.” Y/N sighed, sinking into the dark brunette's taller frame. “Did you want him to ask you?” Jill questioned softly without even saying his name Y/N’s heart would beat rapidly and cause the girl to go into a sudden paroxysm of anxiety. “As if he’d ever notice me Jill” Y/N complained gloomily. The man in question was the junior porter Alun, even just thinking about him made Y/N’s brain go to jelly. “Well then it’s his loss!” Meryl announced loudly ignoring the strange looks she received from the other ladies currently using the bathroom. “Now you are not going to spare him another thought! We’ll dance and drink whatever rubbish Ken managed to pick up and jolly well enjoy the party!” The blonde continued adjusting her volume a small smile perched on her delicate features. “Seconded!” Jill declared slipping her arm through the smaller girls.
A/N been ages since I did some Endeavour stuff but this was requested so here we go x
Warnings: Just in case it has got 60′ s wife role attitudes in a small small part.
Checking her reflection in the small medicine cabinet mirror Y/N Jakes née L/N blushed at the cream silk that covered her figure. Nobody ever told you what to expect at night after you said I do. And yet here she stood more nervous than ever. What if Peter suddenly hated her or realised he made a mistake. The pair had only been courting for 8 months before taking the plunge into married life. DI Thursday joked that Y/N must have bewitched Jakes to get the famously selfish bachelor to agree to be tied down. Spraying some Chanel No 5 a soft knock erupted from the door. “You okay love?” The male asked gently since meeting the girl it was like his personality had done a 180°. Well unless your name was Morse Jakes still held a flame of rivalry with the man. “Yes of course.” the y/h/c woman replied, poking her head out of the bathroom her nervous smile unconvincing.
Closing the bathroom door, the pair collected in the hallway of their new home the carpets still fresh. Just from the feeling of it between her toes Y/N groaned internally knowing it would be a daily chore to keep them feeling this new. But it was her job now she was the lady of the house and it was up to her to keep it spick and span for Peter. “You look beautiful..” Peter stated lowly, almost inaudible as his eyes raked over the females figure. They'd never been this intimate not that Peter hadn’t tried at first. God had he tried but each time Y/N shot him down with a giggle as she removed his wandering hands. Y/N hadn’t been raised in a strict religious household but her parents still expected her to wait until marriage because god forbid anyone find out their sweet little girl had turned into a harlot. Over time Jakes became okay with the fact that Y/N wasn't falling into his bed like the long line of other girls. In fact he respected her greatly for it. Though the pair had only just moved into the home Jakes had made sure to collect her little trinkets that sat in her old room to make her feel more at home.
Settling under the covers Y/N held her breath as dark flooded the room. It made her feel silly but she’d never quite gotten over the dark. It felt cold and unforgiving like it was just waiting to help someone sneak up on you. The cold hand touching her nearly made her squeal out loud even though she knew who it belonged to. Peter wouldn’t ever hurt her and God help anyone who decided to try and break into the suburban residence. Jakes had a pistol on standby in the bedside table and he was a good shot even if he was half asleep. “You alright?” Jakes whispered softly to the girl who lay stiffly small hands gripping tightly onto the sheets. “You won’t laugh will you?” Y/N whispered back debating if she should tell him. “Course I won’t Poppet.” he reassured, embracing his wife in a hug through the dark. “No Pete this is serious. It’s not funny, okay!” as the only reply he received.
Though she couldn’t see it Y/N sensed the dark haired male nodding. “I’m.. I’m scared of the dark.” silence filled the air as she expected the deep chuckle she’d come to love to break out. Removing himself Peter sighed before turning on a small lamp that had found its place on his side of the room. “I know I know it's silly!” Y/N declared sitting up a now pinkish hue flooding her delicate features. “I’m sorry Peter I should have told you.” She added playing with her fingers unable to look the man in the eyes. “Forgive me?” The girl asked tentatively about to move closer to the man before deciding against it due to the silence that still hung in the stale air. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion Peter paused before a laugh rippled from his chest. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asked carelessly. Frowning Y/N turned to face the man, her hot blush fading. “What do you mean why didn’t I tell you.” a mock deep tone reciting his words. “It’s embarrassing Peter.” Shaking his head in disagreement the DS settled back under the covers patting his side. “I’m scared of Clowns.” A sound of confusion emitted from his wife.
“Fears are normal. So I promise we can sleep with a light on every night until we’re old and grey as long as you promise to never make me go somewhere clowns congregate.”
