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knullanon · 3 years ago

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invincible bullshit that i came up with 10 days ago i just forgot about it

ngaoevnbiaebiw its here @anxiousnerdwritings i hope you like it i got inspired by you to write this

words: 2196

warnings: past arguing, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENTIRE SEASON 1, shooting, arguing, past manipulation

“Reports of who killed the Guardians of the globe are starting to surface, with our agents finding out about the supposed killer: we know they spared Omni-Man, killed the rest of the members, and then fled. We also know they are not from earth. Lots of people have speculated that Omni-Man is the one behind these killings, however, the government has ruled out that being a possibility, since there was no evidence of Omni-Man doing these actions. More at 7 tonight on-”

The program stopped playing as you saw a contact appear on the top of the screen, and reading it, you immediately perked up.

Swiping on the green button, you happily said, “Hey, Dad! What’cha need?”

You heard a chuckle from the other end, before he said, “Hey kiddo, how you holding up?”

“Nothing much going on here, you good over there?”

“Yup, mostly everything is fine. You know my work, they always have something for me to do.”

“Hopefully that clears up soon.”

“Yeah, hey, listen, where are you right now?”

Ugh, not this again. Your mood slightly dropped as you remembered a few years ago, when you first met Cecil. He wasn’t as good as he is now, and he would always be asking where you would be. Even in school. However, that was all in the past, since you were older, he now knew that you were responsible enough to do things on your own. At least, that’s what he wanted you to believe.

“Uh, well, I was just gonna go hang out with some friends and then go back home. Why?”

“Ok, listen to me very carefully: one of my guys is gonna pick you up near Bridgetown, ok? You’re gonna get a bracelet from them and then I’ll explain the rest here.”

What the fuck? “Oh, um, ok, when will they be there?”

“About 5 minutes. Be there soon, love you, bye.”

He hung up the phone quickly, which was extremely rare, even for him, since he would never show his love to you out publicly and you would feel weird if he even did. However, on the phone or in private he was a completely different person, having a great personality and he was an even better dad.

Well, he did say to hurry up, and 5 minutes. You checked the time and when you saw it was near 1. You strided your way towards the street he told you to meet on, and cheerfully thought of the ways to hang out with your friends after whatever he wanted to do. Maybe you could go to the mall? Maybe the food court? You’ve been meaning to try those damn milkshakes at that new bar everyone is talking about, but it was always so crowded. You never liked crowded places in the first place.

Suddenly, your phone rang again. This time, when you checked, it was your dad again. Strange. It was weird for him to call you twice in a row. He usually got to the point within a few sentences.

Picking up the phone, you said, “Hey dad-”

“________, listen to me. Get to someplace safe now. Get out of the road. Get out of the public. I don't care if you have to go inside someone else’s house, just get out of sight.”

Stopping in the middle of the road you let out some surprised stutters. “Wh- Dad, what are you talking about?”

“_______, please, just listen to me when I say this, you are in danger and you need to get out of there.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

You were shuffling around trying to find a good place to “hide” while your dad went into complete panic mode in his voice. “_______, find a place to hide, and whatever you do, get out of open space.”

You heard him speak to someone off the phone, before he cursed out loud. “I have to call you back, but someone will be there, wherever you are, ok? I… I love you.”

Before you could answer him, he hung up the phone. Anxiety was the only thing you could feel, as you looked around the desolate neighborhood. There was a reason why you chose this area over others: it was quiet and small. Not only that, but the only people who walked this way were people who were not fond of bigger crowds. In fact, you haven’t seen anyone go this way for a long time. You always wondered why, since it was the perfect way to get robbed. Of course, that would never happen, especially with all those lessons from your dad about self defense.

The street you were on had walls surrounding the sidewalk to prevent people from going into people's backyards, probably. They were too high up to climb, and they were concrete, so it wouldn’t be easy to just hop over and call it a day.

However, you were almost at the end of the street, and you knew there was a little patch of bushes and leaves that would provide the perfect cover. They were almost as tall as your dad, which always made you wonder who was watering them to be that big.

Pacing quickly towards the end of the street, and seeing no one in sight made you let out a sigh of relief. Either dad was overeating or something bad was happening, and you don’t know which would be worse. When Cec- dad overrated, it always got messy, no matter what it was about.

“Why were you out so long? I was about to send a team after you-”

“Cecil, it’s fine, I just had to talk to my-”

“Don’t call me Cecil, and don’t try to make excuses, tell me who you were with right now or I swear to god-”

You forgot the memory almost as soon as it came up, instead choosing to focus on getting to the brush where you could hide until C- Dad came to pick you up. Wherever he was. Actually, did he give you a time that he would be there?

You got a weird feeling that made you sprint towards the bushes and dive in, like there was someone behind you. You ignored it and forced your way on all fours, ignoring the cuts and scratches you were getting on your arms and legs.

There was almost a whooshing sound above you, and you wondered if your dad sent a fucking jet to get you. But that thought left your mind when you heard it right next to you, along with the sound of someone making a harsh landing onto the street. You were able to hear the little bits and pieces of concrete fly off the ground to hit the ground again.

You stayed completely still, leaning on your arms while your body was facing the street. You heard something shuffle, like moving fabric around, before a familiar voice hit your ears.

“Who’s there?” they- he said, and you were about to cry out of relief when you heard it. “Omni-Man?”

~~~~~

“Cecil, why do you think Nolan would go after ________?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Cecil didn’t look at Debbie, instead focusing on the map in front of him, wondering where Mark could’ve been.

“What reason would he have to go after them? I just- he wouldn’t just attack a child, would he?”

Cecil felt his head start to hurt. Goddamnit, why did Nolan want to go after you? You had nothing to do with anything, besides being Cecil’s daughter. … is that why he was after you? Just because you were related to Cecil?

No, Nolan wasn’t stupid. He knew you weren’t his biological daughter, Nolan knew Cecil took you from somewhere.

He probably thought you were just someone that he got for fun, which was the furthest from the truth. Cecil didn’t-

“Sir, we’ve found Mark Grayson, along with your daughter, not at the same locations, but-”

“Where is she?” Cecil didn’t try to hide his worry in his voice. It didn’t exactly help when the agent said, in a monotone voice, “She's with Omni-Man, sir.”

~~~~~

“________? What are you doing here?”

Peeking out from the bush, you saw Omni-Man walk up towards you and hold out his hand. You graciously took it, and helped yourself up. Even when you were standing at your full height, Omni-Man was way taller than you. Like, way taller. He could beat your dad within an inch of his life even with all of that combat stuff he learned over the years.

Of course he could, he’s Omni-Man dumbass. Ignoring the thought, you answered, “I’m, uh, busy.”

You saw him give a small smile. “You’re busy hiding in the bushes?”

“Yes.” you cursed internally for answering that so quickly like an idiot. You weren’t expecting him to let out a laugh. He continued while you stood there, confused as all hell.

Finally, he said, “You know, you’re a terrible liar.” You laughed along with him for a moment, before saying, “Yeah, I know.”

His face suddenly darkened, before he said, “So, why are you out here?”

The laughter in the air was gone now, only replaced by crushing silence as he waited for your answer. You felt yourself shrink under his scrutinizing gaze. He looked like he was judging you for just standing there. Well, he could’ve also been judging you because you were in a bush just 10 seconds earlier. After a few more seconds, you broke.

“C- Dad said to hide somewhere.”

“Aren’t you too old to be playing those games?”

“Yeah, I am, but apparently someone was gonna come and get me. He just said to get out of open space.”

You heard him mutter something under his breath, before he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I can see why he would want that.”

“Really? Why?”

“A mob boss named Machine Head.” When you gave him a confused look, he elaborated, “Machine head was a guy who took down the new Guardians of the Globe along with… Mark. They thought they got him, but unfortunately they weren’t able to kill him.”

“How does that have anything with me?”

“... You’re Cecil’s daughter. Cecil was the one who found out about Machine Head. And took him down. Machine Head wants revenge against Cecil for ruining his plans, so he’s probably going to take it out on you.” When you still gave a surprised stare, he asked, “Do you really not have this happen often?”

“No, Dad keeps me inside alot…” your voice trailed off when you heard your phone ring, and picking it up, you saw it was your dad.

“Hello?”

“_________, I told you to get to somewhere safe!”

“I-I am! I’m with Nolan!”

“Hey, Cecil, don’t worry, I’m right here.” Nolan’s voice was filled with sarcasm, probably an old joke between the two. After all, they were both good friends to each other.

“No, you don’t understand, ______, listen to me-”

Suddenly you were grabbed by your arm, and dragged down. You were caught by Omni-Man before you hit the ground, though. Looking behind him, you saw two trucks coming towards you, along with multiple people in them, with weapons of all sorts.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or what they wanted, as Omni-Man grabbed you and pulled out off the ground, and into the air. It took you a few moments, but you realized you were in the air. Flying.

Reaching for your phone in your pocket to call your dad back, you realized you must’ve dropped it. However, you weren’t about to waste your energy trying to get it back. Especially not when you were high above the ground. So you simply hung on for dear life as Omni-Man flew away from the shouting people in the cars.

~~~~~

“Where is she?”

“She went with Omni-Man, sir.”

Cecil stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck happened. It was obvious now that Nolan had no intentions to harm you, but why would he take you and not tell you anything? Cecil wondered before something was handed to him. “We found this near where they took off, sir.”

It was your phone. Completely crushed to bits. “Omni-Man took it from her and crushed it without her knowledge, sir.”

“You started to shoot at her?! What the hell were you thinking!?”

The men stood there, completely still realizing their mistake. “We’re not kids playing at some game, this is real life. And now- I-” he really wanted to kill Nolan now. Debbie was going to become a widow, and he really didn’t care.

Walking up to the truck that was nearest to him, he opened the back and shuffled around, trying to find something, anything that would be of use.

Then he found his favorite gun. The only one he could actually hold himself without another person that stopped Omni-man.

Loading the ammunition, he walked over to Donald, who had a tablet in his hand. “Sir, we’ve found where they’re going.”

Looking at the area on the map, Cecil tapped his wrist watch, and said, “Good. Get the backup ready, and get Mark Grayson. Get Invincible.”

#yandere invincible #yandere nolan grayson #yandere cecil stedman #originally i was gonna put the invincible logo at the end but i didn't want to do that much work cuz im tired rn

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imagines-r-s · 4 years ago

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silver - n. patrick

ok, so this is my first time writing anything to do with the NHL, so feedback is greatly appreciated

Nolan Patrick x reader

summary: the one where everyone around you is annoyed of how oblivious the two of you are

my requests are open-- taglist: @sortagaysortahigh

wc: 7.9k

a/n: this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written omg. also huge shoutout to @barbienoturbby and @sunsetholland for reading this and for validation

warnings: angst, mutual pining, a few swear words, you and nol being oblivious, fighting, brief mention of injury

(gif not mine)

When you got the ‘SOS’ text from Nolan, you quickly assumed the worst. Knowing that he had just gotten out of practice you assumed he had gotten hurt during practice or he was dealing with another migraine and since it was your day off from your job as the Flyers trainer, you assumed the worst - one of your coworkers was there, but that didn’t mean that Nolan would go to them. You were caught even more off guard when he sent a second text a few minutes later, ‘i’m picking you up in 15. be ready’

The cryptic messages from your best friend weren’t helping your confusion, so you decided the best option was to call him. He picked up shortly after the second ring, “Hey y/n/n, what’s up?”

“What’s up? That’s all you have to say after those wack text messages?”

“Um, when you put it like that? Then yes,” you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was smirking, “anyways, I just parked, so I’ll be up to your apartment soon, bye.”

With that, he ended the call, once again adding to your confusion. Deciding the only thing you could honestly do, you got up from your couch and got dressed. You were halfway through getting your hair done when you heard the door to your apartment unlock.

Walking towards the door you saw Nolan, his hair still somewhat wet since he rushed here after practice. “Okay, do I get some form of explanation, or are you just going to stand there?”

“Look, I kinda fucked up. But just hear me out, okay?” he rushed out as he paced your living room.

“What do you mean you kinda fucked up?”

“Okay, so... at practice, me and the boys were talking about the charity gala that’s this Friday and a few comments might have been made about how I don’t have a date.”

“Let me guess. And your dumbass went, ‘I have a date, blah, blah, blah, who just happens to work for our team and you all know her’ and I got roped into the equation?” you said, jokingly.

“Wait, how’d you know?” he said with no hint of humor in his voice.

“Wait, you’re serious? I just assumed you needed me to find you a date? But you said I was your date?” heat rushed to your face at the thought of being Nolan’s fake date to the gala. You don’t know how you’re supposed to make it a whole night while having to pretend to be his.

He simply nodded in response, “Please, y/n/n. It would mean so much. You obviously don’t have to and I can just say you can’t make it or whatever, but-”

“Nol, it’s fine,” you said, cutting off his rambling, “I’m pretty sure I need a dress though.”

Nolan’s smile grew when he heard what you said, “Yeah, that’s why I came here. I kinda figured you’d say yes anyway, so it just kinda worked out.”

“Oh, don’t try to act all cocky on me now, you were just pacing my living room in fear that I would say no.”

“Besides the point. Anyways, let’s go get you that dress,” Nolan said, grabbing your hand and leading you out the apartment. You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as your hand intertwined with his.

“So, what does your suit look like?” you asked as you glanced around the store for a dress. “Oh, I was just thinking simple black, but I’ll match the tie with whatever color your dress or shoes are. We have to make sure they think we’re actually together.”

“Y-yeah. You’re right,” his words hurt you a little more than they should have. He was right. This wasn’t real and if you didn’t sell it well enough then Nolan would get the backhand of it. “What if I got that black dress over there?” you pointed to a simple off the shoulder black dress with a slit up to your mid-thigh,” and then get colorful shoes that you can get a tie to match?”

You missed the way Nolan gulped when you were busy looking for your size. He already knew the dress would look amazing on you, so when you found your size he knew he was in for it. “I’m going to go try this on real quick, I’ll be back,” you said before making your way to talk to an associate there.

As soon as you stepped out of the dressing room in the dress, he knew he was screwed. His mind immediately going places that it shouldn’t have.“Nol, what do you think?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was thinking a lot more than he should have. “Oh, uh, you look beautiful, y/n,” he forced out.

“I feel like this look would need a statement necklace or something to go with it, to kinda draw it all together, you know,” you said before doing a spin, “I don’t think I’m going to get it though.”

“You’re getting it,” he insisted. He didn’t care about the price, he knew that the dress was meant for you. He didn’t care that he might only see it once, but he could tell you loved the dress. He also loved you in the dress.

Whenever you got home that night, you were met with your roommate in the kitchen. “So, you going to tell me where you and Nolan were all day? And don’t try to deny it, I heard your conversation this morning about the gala,” Mae teased.

Mae had known you long enough to know how you felt about Nolan, she also knew Nolan well enough to know how he felt about you. Being the photographer for the Flyers, gave her an insight into the many interactions that you and Nolan had - both of you always looking for the other when there’s practice or a game, stolen glances when he’s on the bench, and him going out of his way to see you in your office (even when he isn’t hurt). She knew that if the two of you just said how you felt, that the two you would be happy with each other.

“If you heard our conversation, I don’t know why you’re asking what we did. We went shopping, that’s all.”

“Have y’all confessed your love for each other yet? Or is it still ‘unknown’ information?”

“It’s all very one-sided and you know that.”

“Not according to Kevin,” you scoffed.

“Okay, so one person says otherwise.”

“Or TK, or Hartsy, or-”

“Okay, okay. I get it.”

“Pretty much anyone on the Flyers roster would agree with me,” Mae said, making sure her point was clear. Even with everything she said, you still didn’t believe her. “You should honestly just talk to him. And maybe actually be honest about how you feel for once.”

“Anyways, I have to go shower now. I still have to get some stuff ready for the gala tomorrow,” you left before she could say anything more.

…..

Nolan had decided to take it upon himself to make sure you had the best possible day that you could. Since he didn’t have practice, he decided to go to your favorite bakery and get you breakfast and your favorite coffee. Knowing that you most likely wouldn’t be up for a while, he swung by a jewelry shop to get you a necklace to go with your dress to ‘bring the look together’.

“Hello sir, how can I help you today?” the salesperson said when Nolan walked in.

“Oh, so I was wondering if you had any type of hockey charms? Or initial charms?”

“Yes, we do actually. Silver or gold?”

“Definitely silver,” he said, thinking back to your shoes and his tie.

“Alright, if you’ll follow me,” the man led Nolan over to a glass display, directing him to the sports charms that they had. When Nolan saw the hockey charms, he smiled at the thought of you wearing it. “And what initial did you want, sir?”

“An ‘N’ “

After he paid for the necklace he made his way towards your apartment. Using the spare key you had given him when you took into account how many times he came over, he opened your front door.

“I still forget the fact that you have a key,” Mae said looking up from the couch, “Is that what I think it is?”

“Which thing?” Nolan said, setting his keys down on the counter. He noticed that you weren’t in the living room and assumed you were still asleep.

“I was just talking about the coffee and bag from the cafe, but is there something else?”

Nolan simply nodded, “yeah, I just want y/n to have a good day since she’s going with me to the gala.”

Mae eyed him suspiciously, “What else did you get her?”

“Huh?”

“You said ‘which thing’, which hints that there’s more than just coffee.”

“Oh, I got her a necklace for tonight.”

“Did you give her a key to your apartment and an engagement ring, too? Or is that next week?”

Nolan simply rolled his eyes at her statement, “It’s not like that.”

“It’s only that way because both of you are stubborn and oblivious. Did you get me a bagel or just her?” Mae said, glancing at the bag. Nolan nodded before getting everything out of the bag, “thanks, Nolan.”

He made his way towards your room, quietly opening the door to make sure not to wake you. Stopping for a moment at your door when he saw your sleeping form, before making his way to your bed. “y/n/n, I got you your favorite,” he said gently.

“Too early,” you groaned into your pillow, causing Nolan to laugh. “Babe, it’s 1 pm and Mae said you even went to bed early,” Nolan didn’t realize what he had said, but after hearing him say that nickname you were wide awake.

“It’s still too early,” you said, finally sitting up, “but what did you get me?”

“Your usual,” he handed you the bad when he noticed you had gotten settled against your headboard.

“Thanks, Nol. You know you don’t have to do-,” you paused as you noticed the jewelry box that he was still holding, “what’s in the box?”

“Oh, I-uh, I got you something for tonight. Obviously, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I just thought it would look nice with the dress,” he wasn’t even sure what prompted him to get it.

“Show me,” you said, taking a drink of your coffee.

“What?”

“Nol, show me what you got me,” you chuckled at his obvious nervousness. He ignored the fear that you would hate it as he struggled to open the box. When he finally got the box open, he immediately passed the box over to you. The anxious feeling in his chest only grew when there was no immediate response from you.

“I, uh, wow. Nolan, you shouldn’t have. You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“Y-yeah, I know. But you said you needed a necklace to go with it and you honestly deserve so much for agreeing to go with me,” he said, finally meeting your eyes. “You deserve the world, y/n/n,” he whispered, averting his gaze down to your lips. You weren’t sure if you imagined it or not, but when you looked back up at him, he had gotten closer than he was before.

“Nol,” you whispered, as you noticed that he was getting closer, his lips eventually ghosting over yours.

“Hey, Nol, these bagels are great are you sure that you got them from the usual cafe,” Mae yelled as she barged into your room, causing the two of you to practically jump away from each other.

“Um, yeah,” he stated, his voice laced with annoyance,” the same one that’s a block away. Just like the bag says.”

He immediately shot a glare your way at the sound of both you and Mae laughing, “god, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Don’t you agree, y/n?”

“Oh, yeah. For sure,” Nolan’s face softening at the sound of you laughing.

…..

Mae stayed in your room while you got ready for the gala - helping you out anytime you needed with either your hair or makeup. As she listened to you ramble about Nolan and the day you had yesterday, she knew she had to interfere. Quickly pulling out her phone, she pulled up the contact of the one person she knew who would help her out, who just happened to be Nolan’s best friend.

heyyy teeks, i need your help

tk: i feel like you only text me when you need something. but what’s up

y/n and nolan.

tk : oh ok, yeah. he said she was his date for tonight though? i just assumed they finally talked it out?

well, they’re going as the others ‘fake date’. i’m very impatient and they are very dumb, so i need you to think of something

tk : why can’t you think of something?

i won’t be at the gala + i’m out of ideas

After the exchange of many text messages, Mae and Travis finally had a plan to help their two dumbass friends finally talk about how they felt.

“Who are you texting?” you asked when you saw Mae furiously typing away.

“Oh, just asking Teeks about the practice schedule?” she said, quickly coming up with an excuse.

“You know we work at the same time? Right? Like our schedules are the exact same?”

“Oh, yeah. I just wanted to see when would be a good time to get some statements for the team’s Instagram stories.”

You nodded hesitantly,” for some odd reason, I don’t believe you. But I also don’t know if I really want to know.”

“Anyways, what time is Nol picking you up?”

“He should be here-,” stopping when you heard the front door unlock, “now.”

Before you were even able to stand up from your vanity, Mae was already at the door. “Woah, Nolan, who knew you could clean up well.”

“Wow, Mae. You’re always so nice to me,” Nolan grumbled in response, “where’s y/n/n?”

“She should be out soon. She looks hot as hell, by the way. I know you’ll see her, but I just thought I’d let you know beforehand.”

“Well, it is her. She always looks beautiful,” he said without a second thought.

“Ooooh, Nol. You getting soft on us? Over a girl? Gasp. Never saw that one coming.”

“Mae, shut the literal fuck up. I swear if you make one more joke about me and y/n, I’ll-” before he was able to finish his sentence, you had emerged from the hallway wearing the dress. The dress. The same dress that nearly made him pass out in the store. Except now, you also had on the necklace with his initial and the shoes that matched what he was wearing. “Wow.”

You giggled at his reaction, trying to ignore the heat that rushed to your face, “wow to you, too.”

“Was that you were saying, Nolan? I make one more joke about you and-” Mae interrupted, snapping both you and Nolan out of whatever trance you were in. Nolan saw the look of confusion cross your face, “I won’t get you any bagels next time I go out.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t!”

“I would, actually.”

“Okay, did I miss something?” you said, looking between your two best friends.

“No,” the both of them said simultaneously.

….. As the two of you entered the ballroom that the gala was taking place, you took note of the amount of orange, black, and white decorations filling the room. All the players were scattered throughout the ballroom with their dates, some dancing, some near the bar, others talking.

Nolan kept his arm wrapped around your waist as he led you near Travis and Joel, who were standing near the bar. He let his arm fall when you mentioned you needed to go talk to Ryanne and made his way over to the boys.

“Dude, I thought you were joking when you said you were bringing y/n as your date,” Joel said when he knew you were far enough away.

“She looks hot as hell, I say that respectfully. If Mae found out I said that - in any context - she would murder me,” Travis knew that what he was saying would have an effect on his friend, that’s exactly why he said it. This was the plan that he and Mae had agreed to, the plan they hoped would work.

Nolan clenched his jaw, his body becoming tense from the words that he had heard from his friends. “Ok, Travis,” he simply nodded, in hopes that the conversation would end there.

“I mean is she still single?” Joel added.

“Well, I mean, yes, but-”

“I might ask her out soon. I mean you said she was single, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Ooh, Farabee’s getting bold,” Travis added.

Before Nolan could get another word out, you had made your back to the boys. “Hey, Nols. Did you want to go dance with me?” you asked, using all the courage you had in you.

“No,” he inwardly grimaced at how sharp his answer came out, but he was upset. He knew you deserve someone better than him. All his insecurities were reaching the surface over a simple statement his friend had made.

“No?”

“Yeah, why don’t you ask Farabee,” your brows furrowed as you saw him get up and walk away, joining Carter and Hayes at a table.

“Um, what’s up with him?”

“Farabee made a joke about his hair,” Travis made up on the spot.

“Oh, his hair?” to which both boys nodded, “um, alright.”

Your thoughts were racing. You knew it was something other than a joke about his hair, he would have chirped back if it was something like that. You hesitantly agreed to dance with Joel, knowing that after you danced you need to talk to Nolan. You and Joel made small talk, but your mind was a thousand miles away. “I can tell your mind is on something else, what’s up?” Joel interrupted your thoughts.

“I know you didn’t say anything about his hair,” you shot him a pointed look.

Joel only chuckled in response, “oh yeah, me and Teeks were trying to get him to admit something about how he felt about you, but instead he got all snarky. It definitely defeated the purpose of the joke, but we didn’t expect him to not say anything. If you go to him and talk to him, I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”

Once the song that was playing ended, that’s exactly what you did.

Or at least that was what you planned on doing.

You knew that finally telling Nolan how you felt would be risky. That’s what had stopped you so many times. But right now, the stars seemed to have aligned. Every one of your friends was telling you that things were mutual and that nothing would go wrong if you were just honest. Everything was leaning in the right direction.

Until you hit a stop sign.

That stop sign being Nolan being nowhere in sight. And once you saw him, you wished you hadn’t. You watched from a distance as the person you were about to confess your feelings to had another girl in his arms. An ex-fling of his that he said he was over. Her making advances, him not necessarily ignoring them.

Quickly turning on your heel, you grabbed your phone out of your clutch and called Mae. “Hey babes. Are you calling to say you won’t be home and that you and Nol- are you crying?”

“Can you just come and get me? If you can’t I can get a ride home, but-” you sniffled.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m on my way.”

Your feet led you towards the front lounge area near the entrance where you waited on Mae. You didn’t want to talk about anything, so you texted TK asking him to come to the front entrance.

“Love, what happened?”

“Nolan was- he was, uh. Fuck. tried to-to go talk to him and he was with his ex, but yeah. He was already avoiding me before and I was just wanting to tell him,” by the time you had finished explaining, Travis had already enveloped you in his arms.

“Nolan is an idiot, alright? He’ll realize his mistake, but don’t blame yourself, ok?”

Before you could respond, you got the text from Mae saying she was here. “Mae’s here.”

“Make sure you get some rest and let me know if you need me to beat him up for you,” he said, finally getting you to smile.

When you finally made it to Mae’s car, she passed you a pint of your favorite ice cream and then the two of you made your way home. She didn’t know ho

…..

“Nolan James Patrick, get your ass over here before I drag you off the ice,” Mae yelled throughout the rink. It was only a few people running drills, so she wasn’t interrupting an ‘official’ practice - she wouldn’t care if she had. Mae had to finish editing some new posts for the Flyers’ social media and she also had to kick Nolan Patrick’s ass, so might as well kill two birds with one stone.

“So you won’t answer my calls, but you’ll drag me out of morning skate?” Nolan said, as he skated towards where she was standing.

“Yes, exactly. What the fuck happened? y/n won’t leave her room and she told me she’s debating calling off work tomorrow, which is dumb because she’s the only trainer competent enough for game days.”

“She just assumed the worst, that’s what happened. And if she wants to avoid me that much, so be it,” he stepped off the ice to get closer to Mae.

“You aren’t slick, Pat. Everyone can see how miserable you are without her. And it’s only been like 10 hours.”

He knew Mae was right. He felt awful for what had happened at the gala, spending all the time after you left sulking and he only came to morning skate to get his mind off things, but he could only imagine how you had felt. “Look, Joel said something about asking her out, I was mad, and I also happened to run into an ex. Nothing happened between me and her, but I think y/n/n saw. Is she going to be ok?”

“Well, all things considered, if you clear up the air with her and actually talk to her like a man, instead of acting like a prepubescent boy. I’m sure she’ll be okay, but the two of you actually have to talk.”

Nolan’s head wasn’t in the right space, from morning skate or to regular practice. His mind was anywhere else, but in the game. It was so bad that he was close to being benched for his next game. His teammates were aware of what was going on, knowing they had to do something to at least get his head in the right spot.

You weren’t supposed to come in to work until later tonight to prepare for the game, but Mae had asked for your help with a piece she was working on about the Flyers staff and trainers. So, you quickly packed up your work bag and made your way to the rink. Going to your office first, you expected Mae to be the person in the chair, but you were met with the one person you were trying to avoid. “y/n, hey.”

Your heart skipped a beat after hearing his voice for the first time in a while. “Hey, Nolan. Look about the other night, it wasn’t my place to be upset. I was only there as your fake date, so me getting upset about seeing you with another girl shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did.”

“No, y/n/n. What happened on my part wasn’t right, you’re not in the wrong for reacting how you did,” he knew you would take the blame, but he also knew he had to make sure that how you felt was reasonable and there was nothing wrong with you reacting.

“Look, me and you are fine, I promise. We’re back to being best friends, I have to go talk to Mae. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said before turning around and leaving Nolan. You hadn’t said everything that you wanted to, but right now wasn’t the time.

Nolan started following you out of your office, making an attempt to catch up to you. “y/n/n, nothing happened between me and her, I promise.” He could only watch as you kept walking away.

…...

“So, are you and Nol going to do your handshake? Or are you going to let the team lose against the Islanders? Like I know you know some of the guys on the team, but that’s very disloyal of you,” Mae asked as she opened the door to the arena, quickly stepping to the side so that way you could jump and hit the top of the door.

“You do realize that the results of the game don’t depend on if me and Nol do the handshake?”

“Alright, Ms. ‘I have to hit the top of the doorway or else we’ll lose’. You literally left the arena crying one day because you forgot to do it.” Game days were very ritualistic, for both staff and the players. Many players had their own habits and rituals that they knew helped them win a game, some of the staff had their own rituals - you included.

You always made sure to get you and Mae your usual coffee order before the two of you made your way to the rink. Every time you entered the arena or left your office, you would jump up to hit the top of the doorway - which everyone on the team thought was hilarious, even though a lot of them started doing it themselves. Then there was the secret handshake you and Nolan do almost every time he goes on the ice.

“Look, my habits are reasonable, but I don’t know if the handshake will happen today,” you answered honestly.

“Knowing him, he’s not going to let you avoid it. He needs it just as much as you do.”

“What do you mean?”

Mae chuckled in response, “you really are oblivious sometimes. Alright, well anytime you two do the handshake, both of you visibly light up. I’ve seen it enough times to know that I’m not wrong. It’s a part of both of your routines and you’ll freak out if it doesn’t happen, so even though stuff is going on between the two of you, it’s not going to change the fact that you’re both a part of the others routine.” You visibly gaped at your best friend, which only made her laugh harder. “Look, you can act shocked all you want, but the two of you are so used to seeing each other at least once a day, that the two of you not talking consistently is driving both of you crazy.”

“I’m not going to agree, but I’m not going to deny it.”

“You literally can’t deny it because I’m right,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Anyways, moving on. What posts do you have planned for tonight's game?”

“Well, I’ve kinda been working on a secret project, but I still need a few more shots for it. But other than that, just the usual posts of goals made and action shots.”

“Ooh, secret project? Am I allowed in the secret social media project?”

“No, you’re not at that level of clearance yet, top secret,” she smirked,”also, you know it’s almost time for morning practice and if I remember correctly, you still have to do your job. You still haven’t gotten your bag from your office yet, so you better hurry babes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll meet you down there?” to which she nodded in response. As the two of you made your way down to the ice, you took a detour to get to your office, leaving Mae by herself.

Mae went to the usual spot that the two of you would stand during morning skate, which also happened to be the same spot that you would stand at during the games, right in between the bench and the tunnel. While you were in your office, Mae was able to set up to get a few action shots - even though it was just morning skate she loved getting pictures of the boys when they weren’t necessarily in their competitive mode.

While she was taking a few pictures, she noticed Nolan looking around the rink, his eyes always coming back to where she stood after finishing a drill or lap. When she saw Travis skate near the bench, she quietly called him over, “dude, look at Nolan. He looks like a lost puppy.”

Nolan’s head still wasn’t in the right spot, he was able to get it together enough to be able to play, but his head was everywhere else. When he saw Mae, he immediately started looking for you, which only bummed him out more when he realized you might have actually called in saying you wouldn’t be able to make it.

“Oh, yeah. He’s been like that all day since he hasn’t seen y/n here. Did she actually call in like she said she would?”

“No, she’s just in her office getting her bag. She threatened not to do their handshake, so you know things are serious,” she said, taking a few more pictures.

“Damn, Pat will go insane if she’s actually serious.”

“She’s not serious, she better not be at least.”

“Oh shit, the project. You’re still working on it?” TK asked, to which Mae nodded.

“You mean to tell me Teeks knows about the project and I don’t,” you interjected, causing them both to laugh.

“Dude, Pat thought you actually called in today and he looked like he was going to cry,” Travis added.

“Who told him I was thinking about calling in?” you asked, looking between the duo in front of you.

“I kinda showed up to practice yesterday and threatened him. Nothing serious, just the usual ‘get your shit together or else’,” Mae said, shrugging, “he’s very threatened by those shorter than him.”

At the sound of your laugh, Nolan’s head immediately snapped over to where he knew you usually stood, seeing you around Mae and Teeks. His face and mood immediately lighting up at the sight of you standing there.

Teeks left shortly after, leaving you and Mae alone. “Was Nol that worried I wouldn’t come?”

“Bitch, you can’t be serious right now? Of course he was worried, you’re basically his good luck charm at this point.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. Don’t even try to deny it. You and I both know it. I’ll see you at lunch”

Nolan took notice of how quickly you looked for him whenever Mae left. He wasn’t sure if it was intentional or just routine, but the smile that you sent his way had him forgetting any worries he had. Just as he was about to come over to you, Coach ushered him to do media. Quickly sending you a sad smile, he followed.

As soon as the boys cleared out from morning skate to head to do media, you started getting the benches ready for the game; getting the water bottles filled, making sure there were enough sticks, and checking that all the pucks were there. You took your time, as you still had quite a bit of time before you had to head to meetings with other staff members.

Shortly after staff meetings and lunch with Mae were done, you got a text from Zach, your assistant trainer, saying that the Islanders were in the process of getting settled. Since you trusted Zach to take care of that, you took this time to check on any injuries that any players had to make sure that they were in the best shape they could be for the game today.

mattyb: psst. is the room clear? me and tito can’t be seen talking to the enemy

you’re good to come into the training room, idk what the hallway looks like though

When you heard the door close, you didn’t even have to look up from what you were doing to know who it was. Quickly turning around you saw two of your closest friends, “I didn’t think I’d actually miss you guys and here we are.”

“Did y/n y/l/n just admit to missing us? Did I miss something?” Tito said.

“Ooh, I think Philly has made her go soft. Let’s take a moment of silence for our fallen friend,” Mat added.

“Do you two ever shut up?”

“There she is,” Mat came over to you to give you a hug, Tito following behind.

“I’m surprised you willingly hugged me. Matty B, I’m the enemy here,” you said, causing Mat to roll his eyes at the nickname.

“Back at it with that stupid nickname.”

“Don’t worry, y/n/n, we both know he loves that nickname.”

The three of you took the time that you had to catch up, eventually ending up walking throughout the arena back towards their locker room. Wishing both of the boys luck, Tito walked into the locker room first, but you noticed Mat seemed hesitant on walking in. “What’s up?”

“What do you mean what’s up?” you asked, unsure of what he was meaning.

“No, I can clearly tell that something is wrong. Tito probably noticed too, he just doesn’t mention stuff like that.”

“Um, stuff is going on with me and Nolan. I don’t really know what, it’s just this really long story.”

“Did he do something? I’ll beat him up if you need me to?”

“No, no. Nothing happened, well stuff did, but nothing that you need to beat him up for.”

“Did you finally tell him how you feel? Did he reject you or something?”

“No, um, me and him went to a charity gala together, but only as each other's fake date. I didn’t bring it up as wanting anything else, but then some other stuff happened and now we’re in this awkward ‘we’re fine, but won’t talk it out’ stage. And it’s just hard right now,” you simply shrugged.

“You know, I don’t know much about him, but I’m sure there’s a lot that has been left unsaid for way too long and now it’s just needing to be out in the open. You two will figure it out, I’m sure,” Mat quickly gave you a hug, “now, I have to go get ready to win this game, so if you’ll excuse me.”

“Oh, be ready Barzy, my boys will kick your ass.”

“We shall see, y/n. We shall see.”

Once you saw that Mat had gone back to the locker room, you started making your way back to the Flyers locker room for pregame meetings. You still had at least 30 minutes before the meetings started, but you assumed that the boys would either be stretching or messing around. “You know, you talking to the enemy could get you fired, y/n/n,” you heard Joel say as he walked beside you.

“Hey, Beezer. How are you today?”

“I’m doing great. I’d be better if my favorite trainer wasn’t seen talking to the enemy,” he nudged you with his elbow.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I didn’t spoil any secrets, I promise. No game plans were exposed.”

“Hmm. Wait til Nols hears about this one,” he paused when you visibly tensed, “you guys haven’t talked have you? That’s why morning skate was kinda wack.”

“Well, we have talked, but I don’t think everything that needed to be said was said.”

“So, why don’t you go say it? Simple.”

“He’s not saying much either,” you said, defensively to which he could only roll his eyes.

“Well both of you are acting like a couple of 14 year olds that don’t know how to talk to the person they like, no offense, but it’s annoying,” he said, matter of factly.

You knew Joel was right, he had simply said what everyone around you was thinking. You knew that what he had said the night of the gala was right. You knew what Mae had said about the two of you being a part of each other’s routine was right. You knew - although you would never say it to his face - that Mat was right, too.

Reaching down, you instinctively grabbed the necklace that Nolan gave you. You only looked up when you heard chuckling in front of you, “what?”

“Your first instinct was to grab the necklace he got you, it might not seem like a lot, but it says a lot.”

…..

Nolan stepped out of the locker room and quickly followed the boys towards the rink. He unconsciously kept an eye out for you, knowing that if he didn’t do the handshake it would throw him off. When warm ups started and he only saw Zach, he started to become worried. The handshake only had to happen before each period, but it often happened more than three times throughout the game.

Midway through warm up Travis nudged him, who pointed towards where you and Mae were walking closer. He watched as Mae nudged you and pointed in his direction, to which you quickly jogged over, “ok, sorry I didn’t get here before warm-ups. But here’s what’s going to happen ok: you go out there and kick some ass. Specifically so I can prove a point to Mat and Tito, but anyways, you go out there and you help win this game. Then once the game is over we figure out whatever is going on with us. Okay?”

Nolan’s smile only grew, he simply nodded. “Of course, you think I’d let your stupid New York friends win?”

“I would hope not,” you gave him a quick hug and watched as he started to walk away, “I know damn well that you’re not walking away without doing this handshake,” Nolan quickly took off his gloves so that you could do your handshake,“ there we go. Now you better beat them or else I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Once the National Anthem was over, the first period started. You already knew that this game would be a tough one, you knew enough about both teams to know that it would be a very close game. By the end of the first, the score was 2-1, the Islanders ahead.

After the intermission, both teams came back ready for more. You knew the signs of the Islanders getting cocky and you hoped it was noticeable, you and Nolan did your handshake one more time before he went back on the ice. About halfway through the second period, Nolan and Travis had helped get another goal, tying up the score.

As the team was celebrating your eyes found Nolan’s to which he simply pointed at you in response. You scanned the rest of the rink, only to see Mat and Tito pointing between you and Nolan, your eyebrows furrowed to which they only smiled in response. Oh no. You looked back to Nolan, who was skating back to the bench for water, only to see Tito approaching him from the other side.

You couldn’t hear what was said, but you knew that whatever it was caused Nolan to get angry. His eyes met yours once more and you only hoped he would ignore whatever was said. You let out a breath of air as he skated back to the bench. Nolan wasn’t on the ice for the next play, but you could see the way he kept his eyes trained on Tito.

You watched as Mat had the puck, passing it to Tito as they scored another goal. As they celebrated you visibly gaped as Tito pointed in your direction. You could see the smirk grow on his face from what you assumed was Nolan’s reaction.

You prepared for the worst when Nolan went back on the ice. TK, who was still on the bench, looked back at you with a questioning look. “This is bad, this is very bad,” you whispered.

“Pssh, he’ll be fine. He hardly ever-” before Travis could even finish his sentence, you saw Nolan and Tito’s gloves come off. “Ok, forget I said that.” You watched as the two boys fought, eventually both were pulled apart by the refs and were ushered towards the penalty box.

“Dumbass.”

The game continued and the two of them eventually got out of the penalty box. By the end of the second period, the score was 3-2, the boys only needed to get at least one point to be able to win the game. You were beyond mad at Tito and Mat for egging Nolan on, but you were also mad at Nolan for letting it get to him.

When you and Nolan did your handshake, you took notice of how his hands were already slightly bruised from the fight, but you would tend to that later. The game proceeded, eventually with both teams tied with only a few minutes left, so either someone would score or the game would go into overtime.

Everyone in the arena is on the edge of their seats, unsure of what the outcome of the game will be. Carter was able to block all of the Islanders attempts at a goal, which allowed the guys to be able to score without fear of a comeback from the Isles. With less than 20 seconds left, a goal is made by the Flyers. We won the game.

The atmosphere of the arena erupted in cheers and celebration, the boys crowding around on the ice. You smiled as you watched the team celebrate the win that they just had, your smile growing more when you saw that Nolan was once again looking your way. “He’s been looking your way the whole game and you want to tell me he doesn’t think of you as his good luck charm? Okay, y/n,” Mae said, interrupting your thought process.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. No need for that,” you said rolling your eyes, “You’ll meet me by the training room once you’re done?”

She simply nodded in response. Staying in the arena for a while as fans and spectators cleared out, you cleared off the benches and started making your way back to the training room. “y/n,” a familiar voice yelled from behind you as you passed the visiting locker rooms.

Turning around you saw Tito approaching, Mat following behind. “Look, I’m sorry about what I did. I shouldn’t have dragged you into it.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have, but as long as you left it on the ice we’re cool. Just know that I’m not afraid to punch you out either. I appreciate the apology though, T.”

“Please don’t punch him again, but now that I know we’re cool. Can we just take a second and mention the reaction that we got out of Nolan?” Mat questioned.

“Exactly, I wouldn’t react that way unless I was literally in love with the girl. He’s whipped, dude,” Tito added.

“He’s not.”

“He is,” the pair in front of you said in unison. “It’s so obvious and the two of you are just oblivious,” Mat added. Before you could say anything else, you saw Anders emerge from the locker room, “hey, y/n. Your boys did good today.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Always the humble one, y/n,” he sighed,”Anyways, what was up with your boy today?” he added.

“Well, Tito also chirped him, so I don’t think it was an all one sided ordeal,” you stated.

“Did you notice how he didn’t mention who he was talking about? He literally just said ‘your boy’ and you immediately knew he meant Pat,” heat rushed to your face at Mat’s statement.

“Anyways, you guys had a great game. Next time we play each other, we have to make plans and catch up more,” you quickly said your goodbyes and made your way back to the training room where a familiar figure was already sitting on one of the benches. “Hey, y/n/n.”

“Hey, Nol,” you set your bag down and quickly headed over to get some ice for his hand, “you’re a dumbass, you know that.”

“Well, I have you constantly reminding me, so yeah,” he smiled at the fact that the two of you fell back into your normal conversation.

“So, you want to explain why you got into a fight?” you already knew why he did, but something was telling you that you didn’t know something.

“Not particularly, but I know you won’t accept that answer,” he sighed, “he made a comment about him asking you out and I’ve already dealt with a comment like that about you before, but it really got in my head this time. And then he pointed to you after your goal and I don’t know.” As he ran his hand through his hair, his eyes finally met yours, “I got jealous.”

“Nolan Patrick, jealous? Never saw that one coming,” you walked back over towards him to assess his hand, “well your hand looks fine, you’ll probably just have to ice it for a few days.” Standing back up you noticed Nolan’s eyes on your neck, “what is it?”

“You’re still wearing the necklace I gave you.”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, I figured you’d throw it away after what happened. I honestly thought you wouldn’t show up today or do our handshake and it scared me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “why did it scare you?”

“I, uh, after us not talking, I realized how much I need you in my life and I realized I love you a lot more than I thought I did before.” Your eyes widened as you realized what he had said, “you love me?”

“Is it hard that hard to believe?”

“I- I don’t know, I just didn’t realize how you felt the same,” looking up you saw Nolan’s face visibly light up. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you closer to him.

Brushing a piece of hair away from your face, he leaned closer, softly whispering another I love you before his lips met yours softly. Once the two of you pulled away, you simply smiled at one another.

“Yes, finally. Teeks, you owe me $20. Pay up,” Mae said to Teeks, both leaning on the doorway.

“You two couldn’t have waited another day for that,” Travis said, handing over the money.

“Oh, you might want to check Instagram really quick. Nolan, I assume you’re taking y/n/n home?”

The blush on Nolan’s face grew as he looked over to you for confirmation to which you nodded before walking over to pull your phone out of your bag. Opening Instagram, you went to the Flyers Instagram, taking note of a few new posts before seeing the most recent one captioned ‘Pre-game handshakes are definitely the most important part of game day’ with a video of you and Nolan doing your handshake before each game over the few years you had done it.

“Awe, Mae. Was this the secret project?”

“Yeah, now I’ll leave you two,” she said before walking away, only to come back a few seconds later, “oh and use protection, kiddos.”

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okay honestly genuinely, fantastic movie. i don't say it a lot tbh, but oml was that amazing.

from the soundtrack to the visuals, to the storyline- WOW

spoilers up ahead so if you haven't watched the movie i suggest stop reading here sorry

initially i was like oh it's gonna be a regular old movie about space travel and such and like finding new planets and as the movie went on i still think that

but still, brushing all of that aside, like you (@russolivia) said, it really captures the essence of human emotion and nature. everything from planet one, where brand pushed aside her favour of the mission for her need to get her hands on the data, how doyle basically sacrificed himself after being caught between the mission (his drive) and his teammate (emotions). to planet two, where mann fucked everyone over, letting his selfishness and loneliness get the better of him- the way human tendencies jumped out there, oh my gosh, work of art.

i noted down this quote bc it really stuck with me: "we can care deeply, selflessly about those we know, but that empathy rarely extends beyond our line of sight"

the essence of the film really. doing everything you can to make those you love be okay. from cooper to his kids, dr brand to his daughter- it really puts it in perspective

when you said planet 2 was the best part of the film you weren't wrong, not even a little bit. it was every sci fi film plot and more. how mann was selfish, how he wanted to go on the mission alone for himself and the future, like a mad scientist, but also as an extreme selfish human being, bro, idk how to explain my thoughts but gosh, talk about eye opening. and romilly, my poor mans 😭

and lastly, the ending.

that shit broke my brain and fixed it all in like 25 minutes.

the way it connected to the initial start of the film, chris nolan my absolute GOAT. that was beautiful. from the ghost to the dust, to the dust storm, to cooper seeing himself leave and realizing the weight of his actions to a deeper extent! GOD. seeing him yell at himself, at his stupid decision, so cool. and then ofc, the watch, the whole aspect of knowing the ones you love and caring for them....love it

also i forgot about this but screw dr brand for lying bc SIR what the fuck

and then of course the last few scenes...shit just made me bawl. just thinking about the years they missed on. like yes ik they're fictional characters but its so applicable to real life- chasing something for years, only to realize you could've done without it and spent time with your loved ones yk?

idk, the whole movies a mindfuck, but i loved it. i would love to know how they found cooper and what's gonna happen to brand, but oh well, i guess we'll never know.

and last thing (i promise), the fucking art choices, the cinematography, oml it was beautiful. and the casting i loved as well!

overall though mate, thank you for that suggestion bc that legit was 3 hours spent amazingly. i will have nightmares tonight unfortunately but oh well lol

(i think my thoughts here are worth atleast a nickel? 😆)

pemny for your thoughts? 🤪

currently bawling…let me get back to you

#THERE ARE SPOILERS #not proofread- sue me its 5am #mind absolutely blown #tho(ugh)ts #movie watching #interstellar

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Truth or Dare by GleefullyCaptainSwan

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Summary: When David Nolan sends Emma Swan and Killian Jones on a simple overnight business trip to Denver, the two just want to take care of negotiations and return home. But the storm of the century has other plans as they embark on a night of discovery, learning more about their co-worker than either anticipated.

Notes: This fic really has no point, I've been in a weird place, my WIPs are going nowhere so I wrote this one for fun to shake the cobwebs, so I hope you enjoy this little smutty trip to Denver.

Truth or Dare

“So, I’m going to need to send someone to Denver tomorrow.” Everyone in the room groaned and Emma tried to sink down in her chair. She hoped by making herself smaller, David wouldn’t see her, wouldn’t select her to travel this weekend. It’s not like she had plans, except to maybe binge watch the next few episodes of Bridgerton before Season 2 started up.

“Emma, I really need you there.” She internally groaned but smiled at her boss.

“Of course, I’m all over it, you can count on me, Boss.” He nodded and then turned his head to the other side of the large table.

“Killian, your input might be of use here.”

Emma wanted to slide under the table. Why on earth would David send Killian with her?

“Sir?”

“I think it’s important for you to provide your marketing experience to the executives.”

“Of course.” He remarked and Emma rolled her eyes, she didn’t need Killian’s experience in anything, she could handle a simple business negotiation without him but who was she to argue with David Nolan?

Emma stood from the table and hurried back to her office to book her travel. The moment she closed her door it opened behind her.

“Do you fly United, love?”

Her eyes literally rolled back in her head before she turned around. She looked up to see Killian Jones standing in her doorway. “You already know that’s the preferred partner of Nolan Industries.”

“I can book the hotel if you book the flight, might be easier if we divide and conquer on such short notice.”

“Yeah whatever.” She said, barely looking in his direction as she sat down at her desk.

“Alright, well, just email me the flight information. Did you need a ride to the airport tomorrow?”

“I can get there myself.” She said shortly, hoping he would just leave but realizing he was still standing in her doorframe. She sighed and then looked up to meet his gaze. “I’ll just meet you there.”

He smiled hesitantly as he finally started to leave. “Sure, sounds good. See you tomorrow.”

Emma kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, the last thing she needed to think about was a whole weekend alone with Killian Jones.

It wasn’t that she hated him, he seemed nice enough, she just didn’t spend a lot of time getting to know the people in her office, choosing instead to spend her time alone in her apartment after work, curled up with a glass of wine and a good book.

Killian had started working for the company about two years ago and while every woman at the company tripped over themselves to get to know him, she had better things to do.

Now she was going to have to spend an entire weekend alone with him in Denver. Her only hope was that the negotiations would be simple, and she would be back in her hotel room before he got on her nerves or even worse, tried to get to know her better.

~*~

Killian stared out the window as the plane made it’s decent. He hadn’t expected David to pick him for this trip, yet here he was, landing in Denver to negotiate an important deal for the company. Things were finally looking up for him professionally.

He could see the blonde hair of his travel partner from the top of her seat. He wasn’t surprised to find that Emma had booked his seat three rows behind her instead of beside her. They weren’t exactly acquaintances, in fact, Killian had yet to really make an impact on the woman since joining the company two years ago.

Not for lack of trying on his part, yet she seemed disinterested in talking to him beyond the occasional “how was your weekend” question as they passed each other in the hallway. Normally it didn’t take much for a woman to show interest in talking to him, generally he spent more time running from the women in his office than he did chasing one. This made Emma Swan intriguing, infuriating, and somewhat of an enigma to him.

They sat in silence on the cab ride to the hotel, large flakes of snow falling all around them outside the car.

“It’s the storm of the century.” The cab driver lamented. “Can’t say I’ve seen worse weather in all my time living here.”

“Wonderful.” Emma complained beside him.

“They’re saying the power is out all over town. I’ll be surprised if your hotel even has heat.”

“I’m sorry what?” Emma raised her voice and Killian reached out to still the woman beside him.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Swan.”

“How do you know; you are arriving at the same time as me?”

“Storm of the century.” He smirked, staring at her in annoyance, there was nothing he was going to say to put her at ease. And to his utter chagrin, when they arrived at the hotel he was quick to notice that the entrance was filled with candles, lighting the way to the front desk.

“So, it’s not fine then.” She remarked sarcastically as he held the door open for her.

It was going to be a bloody long weekend.

~*~

Emma looked around the lobby of the mostly dark hotel. Of course she would be traveling to Denver in the middle of a snowstorm. They had received a phone call letting them know that due to the weather, the meeting had been delayed until the morning, so now all she wanted to do was to get to her room, climb under the covers, forget about the entire trip, and go to bed early.

Killian approached her after talking to the desk clerk and she could already see from the look on his face, she wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “Alright Swan, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

She stared at her traveling partner in disgust. “Why is there bad news?”

“Storm of the century.” He said matter-of-factly, a smirk on his face.

“Fine, good news first.”

“Due to the storm, the restaurant isn’t open tonight, however they are providing dinner to our rooms for free, and the bar is included in the room service.”

“Lovely, then what is the bad news?” She scowled.

“Well love, apparently there was some sort of mix up in the reservation and well…”

She stared at his face, the frown growing on her lips as he hesitated to share whatever horrid news he had. “Spit it out, Jones.”

“They only had one room and well due to the storm, they are booked solid.” He held up the key in front of her. “So…roommate?”

Emma groaned loudly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I assure you love; I would not joke about such a thing.” He tried to smile but Emma could see he was just as anxious as she was about the situation they were in.

“Fine, we’ll share the room.” She stated begrudgingly, following him up the stairs toward their floor. She was happy that they only had to climb three flights instead of higher into the darkness.

By the time he pushed the door open on room 322, she wanted to just hop in the shower and forget the entire debacle, however the moment she saw the room her heart dropped.

“It’s only got one bed, Jones.” She growled.

“About that, Swan…did I forget to mention the bed situation?”

“Bed Situation? This is more than a bed situation; this is a nightmare.” She complained, dropping her bag on the floor.

“I’ll take the floor, no need to worry. Everything will work itself out.” He shrugged, setting his bag in the corner, and lighting a few of the candles the hotel had offered them.

Emma sighed. “Fine. But I have dibs on the shower first.”

“As you wish, I hope a grilled cheese is satisfactory for dinner? They didn’t have a lot of options.”

Emma exhaled harshly, at least dinner would be to her liking, but she didn’t want to tell Killian that. He was the one who screwed up the reservation after all. She knew she should have planned her own trip. “It will do.” She said shortly as she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

~*~

Killian set the food out on the table, listening to the shower still running in the bathroom. The last thing he expected on this trip was to be sharing a room with Emma Swan, The Ice Princess of the Boardroom.

The bathroom door opened, and Emma stepped out in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, her wet hair was pulled up into a towel on top of her head. He had never seen her look so relaxed outside of the office.

“Dinner is served, though it seems a bit cold.” He shrugged. “I supposed I’ll shower now since it won’t affect the temperature of the food if I wait or not.”

He retreated to the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind him to step into the hot shower and wash away the stress of the trip. He knew it wouldn’t be long until all the hot water was gone.

To be honest, the trip wasn’t a total nightmare. It wasn’t that he minded traveling for Nolan Industries, he had been grateful to David Nolan for taking him on, glad that there were still people willing to put their trust in him after what had happened at Gold Enterprises.

But being stuck in this hotel room with Emma Swan in the middle of the storm of the century was going to take more than just grilled cheese and some blankets on the floor for the trip not to end in a nightmare. He heard a knock on the door and quickly dried off to dress for the night.

When he left the bathroom, he saw the bottle of rum sitting on the table as Emma sat chewing on her sandwich. “You ordered rum? Really?”

“Figured it would keep us warm without the heat.”

“You want to drink a bottle of rum? With no mixers?”

“Sorry Princess, they didn’t have anything else. No need to partake if you can’t handle it.” He groused.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it.” She scoffed defiantly.

They sat through dinner in an uncomfortable silence, chewing their food while ignoring the tight quarters they were being forced to share. He reached for the bottle and poured two glasses. “What do you say? Wanna play a game, love?”

“Excuse me?”

“Fancy a drinking game…unless you have a better idea? Never have I ever?”

“What are you twelve years old?” She laughed, reaching out to take her glass from the table and looking around the room as if she were considering her options.

“Come now, lass, I’ll start…” He paused. “Never have I ever played a drinking game while sitting in the dark with a co-worker.” He quickly took a drink. He watched as she looked at him in confusion. When she didn’t drink he exhaled. “If you’ve done it, you have to drink, Swan.”

“I know how to play the game.” She said dryly, putting the glass to her lips as she swallowed the liquid, her face immediately puckering. “God that’s not even good rum.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers; it warms the blood.” Emma wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

“Fine, never have I ever gotten a tattoo.” She sat her glass on the table watching him suspiciously. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. “Seriously? Where?”

He lifted his sleeve, showing the ship’s anchor on his shoulder. “Got it when I turned 18.”

“An anchor?”

“Aye, my brother Liam, he was in the Navy when he passed.” Her face dropped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“No harm, lass.” He lowered his sleeve and thought about his next question, wanting to change the topic. “Never have I ever been in love.” After he took a drink, he was surprised when she didn’t. “Bullshit.” He scoffed.

“What? I haven’t.”

“It’s hardly a fair game if you aren’t going to be honest.”

“I am being honest; I’ve never been in love.” She stood up from the table and walked over to the bed. “This is a stupid game, let’s play something else.” She took another drink from her glass.

“Fine, truth or dare, love?”

She giggled loudly, “You’re kidding right? Do you play anything that’s not meant for high school students?” She sighed. “Fine, truth it is, but this is ridiculous.”

~*~

After the third question, Emma was starting to feel the alcohol spinning in her head. “Ok Jones, truth or dare?”

“Let’s shake things up, I’ll take a dare.”

“Oooh, brave.” She giggled and then thought about her options before coming up with something delicious. “Ok then, I dare you to go into the hall, knock on a door of your choosing, and flirt with whoever answers. Gender doesn’t matter.”

“That’s all you’ve got? Dare accepted.” He jumped up from his chair and peeked into the hallway, knocking on the door directly across the hall. The door slammed shut and she jumped up from the bed, peering through the peephole. She could hear his voice on the other side as an elderly woman opened the door.

“Good evening, gorgeous.”

“Can I help you, son?”

“With the storms brewing I thought I would check in on you, make sure that you are doing alright, love.”

“What are you playing at?” The woman asked with a cranky tone.

“I would hate a lovely lass such as yourself to find herself alone and without warmth on a night like tonight. Perhaps you are in need of some company, if you know what I mean?”

Emma put a hand over her mouth to stifle the laugh that escaped, pushing away from the door when Killian returned to the room, his hair and shirt soaking wet. “What happened?”

“Can you believe it; she threw a glass of water on me. Apparently she was not in the need of any company.” He said exasperatedly. Emma couldn’t contain her laughter until he tore the shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. She swallowed hard as she stared at his naked torso, dark tendrils of hair covering his chest. She climbed back on the bed, dragging the pillow over her lap as she tried to hunker down into the mattress.

Killian plunked down into his chair and stared at her. “Your turn love.” He sighed, finishing his glass of rum, and pouring another round. He held the bottle up to her and she leaned forward, holding her glass up for him to fill. She knew she shouldn’t continue drinking but there was nothing else for the two of them to do anyway.

“I’m not ready for payback, so I’ll choose truth.” She shrugged.

“Have you ever cheated on a partner?”

“That was a waste of a question, never. I wouldn’t do that to someone I was with.” She took a sip of her drink and gestured for him to take his turn.

“Alright love, give me your best truth question.”

Emma bit her lip. “What happened to your brother?”

He seemed surprised by her question, taking a long sip of his drink. “Um…” He paused, almost hesitant to continue. “It was a training incident, his unit got cut off from the rest of the group and he made the call to save his team instead of returning to his family.”

Emma watched as he spoke with sincerity and sadness. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she had never seen Killian seem so genuine before. She almost felt guilty for the way she had been behaving toward him all day, none of this had been his fault, unless he was somehow responsible for the weather.

“He will always be a hero to me.” He lifted his glass and toasted toward the sky. Emma sat in silence, taking a sip of her drink in support. “Alright Swan, your turn.”

“I’ll stay with truth.” She smiled.

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s the most recent lie you’ve told?”

Emma stared at her feet, rocking back in the bed, she bit her lip as she contemplated her answer. “Fine, maybe I have been in love. Once.” She took another drink of her alcohol.

“Why lie about that, lass?”

“I don’t know, I guess being in love with Neal is a piece of my history that is more embarrassing to admit. I mean, he played me, he made me feel like a total idiot.”

“Honestly, I always thought Neal was kind of a douche.”

She cackled loudly. “He was a terrible person but an even worse lover.” She snorted as if she had just told her girlfriend a close secret.

“You alright there, love?” He asked as she buried her face in her pillow. She pulled the pillow away and stared at him.

“Who were you in love with?”

“Sorry?”

“You drank on that question, so who were you in love with?”

“I’m not the one who chose truth, love. That was your question, not mine.” He took another drink before getting up from the table and sitting on the floor. “Alright, bring it on, Swan. Dare.”

~*~

“Truth.”

“Hmm…” He pursed his lips and took another drink. “Best orgasm you’ve ever had?” His eyes never left her face as he watched her cheeks blush.

“Oh God no, no, no, can I change to dare instead?” She laughed, her face looking on in horror.

“I think that’s against the rules, but I’ll allow it.” He brushed his fingers against the stubble at his jaw. “Ok, Swan, I dare you to serenade me with your favorite song.”

“Oh God, I can’t sing…”

“Either you answer the question or give me your best Beyonce. Come on Swan, I believe in you.” He teased with a wink.

Emma took a long swig of her drink and stood up on the bed. “Oh God I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She covered her face with her hands and Killian couldn’t help but recognize how beautiful the woman truly was.

And then she sang, in the loudest voice she could muster, so loud that he half expected the grumpy old woman across the hall to come banging on their door.

“Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand, strike up the band

And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me”

She held her arms out as she finished her last note and then collapsed on the bed, burying her face in the sheets. “Oh my God I can’t believe I just did that.”

He clapped loudly, holding his drink up toward her. “Well done, Swan. Truly remarkable, loud, but remarkable.”

~*~

After a couple of hours, Emma was starting to feel like she was getting a better understanding of Killian Jones. With each question he shared more of his personality, something that was starting to intrigue her. But…she felt like he was holding something back. She thought about her next question, asking before he finished his glass.

“Why did you leave Gold Enterprises?” She immediately saw the way he flinched at the question. She expected it honestly, the details surrounding Killian’s previous employer was shrouded in mystery. David had only shared that Gold Enterprises loss was Nolan Industries gain.

“Bloody hell, a little bit of alcohol and you go right for the jugular.”

“Are you choosing dare instead?” She asked with a tight smile.

“Fair is fair…” He sucked in a deep breath. “I guess the truth is I wasn’t really given a choice to stay.”

“So, you were fired?” She asked, confirming her earlier suspicion.

“Aye, but to be fair, it was a fate I deserved.”

“Stealing from the company?” She joked.

“You’re not far off.” He said seriously and Emma’s mouth dropped open. She was not expecting that.

“Wait, seriously? You stole from the company and David still hired you?”

“Not from the company, love.” He poured another glass of rum. “I suppose you could say I stole from Mr. Gold.”

“You stole money from Robert Gold?” She asked, a complete feeling of shock overwhelming her.

“Not money, but something he treated with just as much disregard.” He responded sadly. “Robert’s wife, Milah Gold.”

“Oh my God, you had an affair with the boss’s wife?” She dropped the pillow into her lap.

“It’s not as nefarious as you might think. I didn’t seek out an affair, I never intended something so distasteful. You remember when you asked me who the woman was that I loved from our earlier question? Milah was that woman.” He said solemnly.

“I’m guessing you got caught, hence Gold firing you.”

“I wasn’t aware she was Robert’s wife. We met at an office party; it was love at first breath to be honest. We began seeing each other, I should have questioned her insistence on keeping things private, but I only saw what I wanted to see. I was just as surprised as Robert when he caught us in my office, suddenly I saw a completely different side of her. And of course, her husband would believe her word against mine.”

“That’s terrible. I can’t believe she lied to you both.”

“You live and learn. She is and always will be my biggest regret and my greatest weakness.” He took another long drink from his glass, setting the cup back on the table and locking eyes with her. “But damn the sex was good. Best sex of my life…” He winked. “So far.”

Emma buried her face in her hands and laughed. “Oh God. I’ll never have a story like that. I’ve never even had an orgasm during sex much less had the best sex of my life.”

“That my dear is a bloody shame.” He shook his head. “There is no excuse for any man who doesn’t desire being able to make his woman fall apart either by his hand…” He sat up in his seat, “On his tongue, or buried inside of her as she screams your name.” Emma’s cheeks warmed and unconsciously she felt the nervous snort build inside of her before it escaped her mouth, Killian’s brow rose in amusement.

“Those men only exist in porn, fanfiction, or wet dreams. Men are only interested in getting their cocks off.”

He grabbed his chest and exhaled loudly. “You wound a man, Swan.”

“Just being honest.” She shrugged. “At least in my experience.”

He passed her the bottle of rum. “Just who are you, Swan?”

She took the bottle and poured it into her empty glass, trying to ignore the stare of his piercing blue eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He looked down at his hands for a moment before meeting her eyes again, something dark, yet honest swirling behind his pupils. “Perhaps, I would.”

She swallowed thickly, bringing the glass to her lips to have another sip of her liquid courage before passing the bottle back to him. She sat back on the bed again, trying not to settle her eyes in his lap. Wondering exactly what was behind those delicious sweatpants.

The silence sat thicky between them and Emma bit her lip. “Um it’s my turn…” She closed her eyes and breathed out. “Dare.”

She heard him chuckle before her lids opened, drawing up his body until she met his eyes. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Emma admonished herself for wondering what he tasted like. “Alright Swan…” He paused, swirling his glass in front of him. “I dare you to let me show you what a real orgasm is like.”

She laughed loudly before realizing that he was serious. “No way.”

“I can’t sit by knowing that my gender has failed you, I think it only fair to right that wrong.”

Emma thought maybe she had drunk too much rum and had obviously passed out. There was no way he was suggesting what she thought he had said. “That’s not happening…we’re not…no.” She laughed, more certain now that if she herself hadn’t had too much to drink, he certainly had.

“Are you refusing the dare?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Seriously? It’s not happening, you and I…never going to happen.”

“I’ve not proposed marriage, love. Are you that terrified of an orgasm?”

“I’m not afraid of…you’re crazy.” She couldn’t think straight, suddenly images of Killian Jones touching her were invading her thoughts, causing reactions she wasn’t prepared for. Was it suddenly hot in here? She fanned herself without thought, seeing the immediate amusement on his face.

“Are you quite sure it’s that crazy? Come now, we’ll make rules, Swan.”

“Rules? No…” She squeezed her legs together, covering herself with her pillows. “No, we’re not making…what kind of rules would we even…?” Oh God, was she considering this?

“You can stay fully dressed, not a stitch of clothing would need to be removed.”

“Yeah right, because that’s possible.” She snorted.

“I can assure you lass, it’s very attainable.” He said seriously, his eyes dark and dangerous. Was he real?

“How are you going to…you know, without even touching me?” Oh God she was talking about this like it was a normal thing. This was not normal, it was crazy.

“I’m quite talented, Swan.” He winked and Emma flushed.

Fuck, she really was considering this.

“So fully clothed…and no kissing.” She heard herself say, barely recognizing her own voice.

“On the mouth.” He smirked. “I think I can accept those terms.”

“You think you can…” She scoffed. “This is crazy.” She shook her head, pulling the pillow up to her face.

“Fully clothed, no kissing on the mouth, anything else?” His voice was deep, did he always sound like that? She thought about what he said, none of this was possible, he was going to touch her through her clothes, he couldn’t kiss her, there was no way she was going to get off that way. Even when she tried to do it herself, it took her a frustratingly long time to get where she needed to be.

“Besides not doing it all, no, there isn’t anything else. I think those rules have already set you up for failure.” She chuckled nervously.

“Then we have an accord.” He sat up in his chair. “Come here, love.”

She swallowed hard. “Over there?”

“Aye.” His eyes locked with hers as she stood from the bed and walked toward him, her legs shaking with each step. She stared down at him as he sat back in the chair. He took her hand and pulled it to his mouth, brushing his lips against her palm. Good Lord, just watching him touch her was enough to leave her shivering. “Sit.” He demanded as he put his hands on her hips and turned her away from him, pulling her down into his lap. “Relax love.” His hands wrapped around her waist, and she felt his breath against her neck, sending electric shockwaves down her back. Her jaw tensed the moment she felt his mouth skim her earlobe.

“Most men fail in this complex task because they don’t pay attention to the cues.” His tongue glided against her neck. “It’s not about what you say, it’s about how she reacts to your words.” Emma shivered as the tenor of his voice vibrated in her ear. “Do you want me to touch you, Emma?”

Her entire body reacted the moment he said her name, she was either lost in a sea of alcohol, or drowning in his voice, currently she didn’t know which but the wetness forming between her legs made it clear that either one was working for her. She bit her lip. “Come, love, use your words.” He teased as his hands slid between her legs. She sat back in his lap, immediately intrigued by the bulge protruding against her backside.

He paused his hands at her thigh, his mouth hot against her ear. “Emma…”

“Yes.” She moaned, feeling his smirk grow against her skin.

“Good girl.” He mewed and the moment the words brushed against her, she melted into his touch. She was putty in his hands, and he was only touching her through her clothes. She could suddenly imagine him doing so much more, thoughts that had her entire body on fire. One hand palmed her mound through her sweatpants while the other traveled up her body, resting under her breast.

She wanted his hands on her, anywhere, as he continued to breathe heavily against her ear. When she moved her hips she heard him groan, a sound so simple yet so full of wanton desire that she thought she might fall apart in that very moment.

His hand slid against her breast, her nipple pebbling against the thin material of her pajama top. His thumb slid against the erected nipple, his tongue languidly pressed against her neck, it was so much and yet not enough all at once.

The noise she made was soft, yet the squeak that came after was not. He chuckled against her. “That’s the sound I want to hear.” He growled. His hand pressed against her center, pulling her against the bulge in his pants, grinding her down against him as they both moaned with an irrational need she never knew existed.

It felt like his hands were everywhere, his fingers were hard at her puckered nipple, the friction from his hands against her crotch had her soaking with desire. She couldn’t believe she was so close to the edge, so ready to fall into oblivion. “Let go, Emma.” His whisper was dripping with sex, the very definition of dangerous. She leaned back against his chest, feeling him grind his hips into her backside as his mouth brushed against her jaw, his lips dangerously close to hers.

It was overwhelming, but everything she needed before his name fell from her lips and her body released against him, her breaths coming out hot and heavy, her head swirling in thoughts she couldn’t even admit to herself. She could feel him breathing against her neck, a feeling that reminded her of the fact that she was still sitting on his lap as she came down from her high.

She stood quickly, removing herself from his embrace, she retreated to the safety of her bed, terrified of meeting his gaze. When she looked up he was watching her, his eyes still lost in a haze, not completely focused. “That was um…quite surprising and yet satisfying.”

“Aye it was…” He let his words hang in the air, not finishing his thought, simply drifting off as he stared at her.

“We should order dessert.” She announced, suddenly feeling like it was vital to eat something before the alcohol threatened to remove all her inhibitions.

He remained serious for a moment, almost lost in thought before the corner of his mouth upturned. “Dessert sounds delightful.”

~*~

Killian’s tongue darted across his lips, wetting them as they threatened to dry completely. He watched Emma sitting on the bed, enjoying each scrumptious bite of her cheesecake. Each moan of satisfaction she exclaimed from the delicate treat threatened to send him into oblivion.

He wasn’t sure how he had survived her dare, how he managed not to slip his hands into her pants and slide between the heat of her wet folds. He knew it was bad form to break an accord but the moment he had her writhing and moaning in his lap he had almost forgotten his manners.

The alcohol wasn’t helping either. With dessert came another bottle of rum and Emma seemed eager to continue their previous game of Never Have I Ever. He couldn’t tell if she truly enjoyed the information she gleaned from the game or if it were an excuse not to have to go to bed with him in the room.

“Never have I ever ridden a motorcycle.” She said excitedly as she watched him tip his glass to his mouth and drink.

“I’m fairly certain you’ve set these questions up in order to ensure I end up drunk.” He mused. “You know damn well I ride that bike to work every day, I park next to that awful yellow vessel you captain.”

She grinned, her tongue slipping out of her mouth for a moment and suddenly he felt his pants growing tighter, the woman was driving him mad with that mouth of hers. “Never have I ever died my hair pink.” He smirked.

“That’s cheating, David mentioned that in last week’s meeting.”

“If your motorcycle question wasn’t cheating, neither is this. Now drink, love.”

She tilted the glass back, downing the rest of the liquid in her drink. “Time for truth, answer me this…”

“Are we just making up the rules now?” He laughed.

She sat up on her knees, her pillow in her lap. “Have you ever thought of doing that before?”

“Doing what?” He questioned.

“That, what we did earlier.” She said as her cheeks blushed red.

“Have I ever thought of bringing you to orgasm through your clothes, love?” He responded with a look of pleasure, enjoying the squirm of discomfort it brought her. She nodded uncomfortably. “Just helping a lass out, couldn’t stand to hear you’d never experienced that before.”

“So, you got no enjoyment out of it?”

“Ah, so you want to know if I…”

“Did you, you know…” She pressed on, not making eye contact with him.

“Got off, ejaculate, jizz in my collective pants…”

“Oh my God, stop.” She wheezed anxiously. “I’m just curious, you know if you…”

“Came to completion?” He smirked. “A gentleman never tells.”

“Oh, now you’re a gentleman.” She teased.

“I’m always a gentleman, love.” He stated emphatically, his eyes not leaving hers.

“So, you didn’t?” She asked with an almost pouting frown. “I just thought you might have with the sounds you were…”

“Trust me, if I had you would have known.” He looked down at his lap with a smile.

She bit her lip, sitting up on her knees and he thought that although he managed to hold off before he might just jizz in his pants now. “I dare you to show me…”

“I’m sorry, what? I just did truth, now we’re suddenly doing dare?” It was at this moment that he realized that Emma Swan was bloody perfect and was going to be the death of him before the end of the evening.

“That’s because you wouldn’t do it anyway.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“You intend me to show you what exactly?”

“You know…” She asked shyly, covering her face with her hands.

“Are you asking to see my dick, love? You seem to have trouble tonight using your words, Swan?” This evening was shaping up to be quite the surprise, but he was going to make her work for it.

“I want to see how you…you know, get off.”

“Bloody hell.” He swore, shifting immediately in his seat. “Who are you and what have you done with Emma Swan?”

She sat back on the bed and bit her lip. “You watched me get off, I’m just curious, because I kinda thought you did too but if you didn’t, then that’s really not fair is it?”

“Fair?” He scoffed. “Suddenly there’s fair in truth or dare?”

“You got to see me in that state, in order to lower the playing field, I think it’s only right.”

“Lower the playing field?”

“I mean we work together and now anytime I see you I’m going to know that you watched me…you know, and I think it might be better if at least I could say the same.”

“You kept your bloody clothes on, I’m hardly seeing how watching me…”

“I didn’t say I thought you’d actually do it.” She said sharply.

“Is that so?”

She nodded slowly and he stood defiantly, pulling his sweats down his hips, and pushing them to the floor in one sweep. His cock stood at attention against his stomach, begging to be touched.

Well, he had bloody done it now, he was either going to end up fired or lose his mind.

“Holy shit…” She whispered from the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He waited for her to scream or yell or say something even remotely angry, like threaten to take him to HR, but instead she simply wet her lips with her tongue and stared at his crotch.

Before he could stop himself, he settled back into his chair, grasping himself in hand as he gave himself a pump. His eyes closed for a moment and his head fell backwards. What the hell was he doing? He opened his eyes again, glancing toward the woman on the bed who seemed entranced with the way his hand moved. His arousal grew as he watched her squeeze her legs together, her fingers white as she gripped the sheets beside her. He could only imagine what her fingers could do to him.

He stroked himself in a fluid motion, keeping his eyes on the woman in the bed, wishing like hell he could touch her again, to have her touch him. He heard a noise from across the room, a moan he was sure she tried to stifle, and it only seemed to propel him further, increasing the speed of his hand.

“Fuck.” She whispered as he trailed the full length of his erect cock with his fist, pumping quickly as his eyes traveled her body, the thin material of her shirt barely concealing her erect nipples.

“See something you like?” He whispered breathlessly. Her eyes locked with his and the moment they did he felt his entire body tense as ropes of white streamed out across his stomach and chest, eliciting a loud groan. “Fuck, Emma…” His eyes squeezed shut as he fisted himself until his movements slowed, his hand dripping with the sticky substance as he tugged along his shaft waiting for his breathing to return to normal.

When he opened his eyes she was staring at him, blinking silently. “I’m uh, just gonna clean this up.” He stood quickly and entered the bathroom, closing the door shut behind him as he slid down the door toward the floor.

~*~

Emma stared at the closed door, hardly able to breath after what she just witnessed. Killian Jones had just jerked off in front of her. It was the most sobering and intense thing she had ever witnessed. She had been frozen to her spot in the bed, her body aching, the tension inside of her winding up again after her earlier release. She didn’t know how to describe what she had just watched. She couldn’t even believe he had gone through with her request, much less that she actually had the nerve to watch him do it.

It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. But now what?

They just go back to work and pretend they took a trip to Denver, completed their work, and returned home? How was she ever going to sit across from him at the meeting table again without seeing him sitting in that chair, his eyes glued to her body as he pumped himself to completion?

She was screwed.

The door opened and Emma jumped slightly. He walked over to the closet and pulled the extra pillow and blankets down from the shelf, arranging them on the floor across from the bed as if nothing had happened.

“What are you doing?”

“Going to bed.” He shrugged.

“On the floor? I mean, after all that tonight, I think we can manage to share a bed. We’re adults, right?”

“Emma, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

She snorted. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, but you don’t want to impose by sleeping next to me in this shitty ass hotel we got forced to share.”

He smirked, “Best orgasm of your life, eh?”

“Just get in the bed, Jones.” She demanded, pulling the covers down on the other side of the bed.

“As you wish.” He bowed before blowing out the candle and climbing onto the mattress. Emma laid on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling. She couldn’t turn off her brain, she had so many thoughts swirling around in there.

“Truth…” She said softly. “What were you thinking about?”

She heard his quiet chuckle before he spoke. “I was thinking about what would have happened if you had still been on my lap.”

She slapped his chest. “I’m serious.”

“So was I.” She felt him roll over onto his side, facing her. “Just imaging what it would have been like without those ridiculously intrusive sweatpants in the way.” Emma swallowed, almost choking on her own spit. “Emma.” He said in a whisper, the heat of his breath only inches from her face. “Truth or dare…”

She felt like she was holding her breath. “Dare…” She replied softly.

She felt his mouth against her neck. “I dare you to kiss me.”

She turned quickly, her lips seeking his in the dark, he met her with a fury as he buried his hand in her hair, a groan escaping his throat.

His tongue pressed against her lips, and she opened her mouth to give him access. His hand lay still on his hip, the other still tangled in her hair, she needed more.

“I Dare you…” She moaned. She felt him chuckle against her lips. “Please touch me…” It was almost a whine, full of desperation and want but it had the impact she was hoping for. He rolled her over onto her back, his mouth still attacking hers until she felt the skim of his teeth against her jaw as he worked his way to her neck.

Emma was positively humming in anticipation when his fingers skimmed her waist, slipping under her t-shirt until she felt flesh against her abdomen, sucking in a breath, she let out a moan she couldn’t suppress. She had never done anything like this before. The entire evening with Killian was out of the realm of “normal Emma Swan behavior”, and yet with Killian, she wanted this, she wanted him, she wanted to feel this insanely powerful freeing feeling that being with him gave her.

His fingers continued to travel upward until she felt them brush the underside of her breast, and she arched toward his hand, pressing herself against his palm. “So needy.” He groaned against her neck.

Needy didn’t describe her desire strongly enough, she wrapped a leg around the back of his thigh, pulling his body against hers as she grinded her hips into his. “Want more.” She said breathily.

“Patience, Swan. I’ll give you what you need.” He promised, his eyes suddenly meeting hers when his fingers finally found her nipple, kneading it against his thumb. The wanton moan escaping her throat loudly.

“Yes…” She sighed. “More.”

He smirked, tugging her shirt up her body and dipping his head to press his lips against her flesh, sucking her pert nipple into his mouth. She mewed softly, her fingertips lightly scraping his scalp as she tugged the dark strands of hair in her hand, pulling him against her body.

His other hand trailed down her body, her flesh on fire everywhere he touched, and the only thing that could stop the burn was more Killian. She felt his fingers playfully dipping under her waistband, the anticipation of his touch growing more desperate.

His fingers dipped between her folds, almost teasing as he slipped inside of her only to immediately withdraw. She groaned in frustration and felt his smirk, the hairs on his jaw scratching against her breast, his fingers plunging inside of her again. Her head was spinning as she arched off the bed. “God yes.”

“I want to hear you sing, my beautiful Swan.” She had no chance to react the moment she felt his breath against her core. Her fingers tightened in his hair, needing to feel him closer. She could feel the spring winding inside of her again, similar to earlier in the evening when he touched her through her sweats, only now it was divine, now he was driving inside of her, his wet tongue licking a stripe against her, her legs tensing as he continued to drive into her.

She could feel herself getting closer, his fingers weren’t enough, she needed more.

“I need to feel you inside me.” She moaned.

He paused his movement, glancing up to meet her eyes before he slid up her body. “Never have I ever wanted a woman so badly in my life.” The kiss was desperate and full of intention and Emma matched the intensity as his tongue invaded her mouth. She dug her feet against the back of his knees, grinding her body against his erection, her hands desperately tugging at the waistbands of his sweatpants.

“Then take these damn things off…” She whined, anxiously tugging at her own to pull them from her body. She hadn’t felt this desperate in years, an urgent need welling as the fire burned inside of her. The clothes flew around the room before they came together again, she could feel his erection at her side, hard and waiting. His mouth was hot on hers as he slid between her legs, and she felt the welcome intrusion press against her center.

“Wait, wait, wait…” She scrambled, pulling away from him. “When were you last with someone?”

He pressed his mouth to her cheek, “It’s been a while love, if you’re nervous about…”

“I haven’t been with someone for months, I mean I’m protected, I take the pill, I just…”

“I’m not usually impulsive, though the situation we are currently in may seem to say otherwise.” She pulled him against her, pressing her mouth to his. “Emma…”

“Dare…”

She felt his smirk against her mouth. “No more need for dare’s, love. Your heart’s desire, Swan. I promise, that’s all I want you to have.” His lips ghosted against hers.

“I need…” She whined, her voice sounding foreign to her, begging for something she couldn’t put into words.

“I’ve got you.” He pressed against her entrance, and she felt him slide between her folds, the tip of his cock sliding inside of her before pulling away. She moaned in frustration before he slid in again, filling her, stretching her, and then leaving her empty once more. He was driving her to oblivion with each tentative thrust.

She nipped at his lip with her teeth, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, eliciting a groan from his mouth. His thrusts increased, his kiss becoming almost animalistic as his thrusts became harder, driving into her with each plunge. She could feel her walls tighten around him as she met him thrust for thrust as she arched against him, needing the friction the closeness gave to her.

She could feel it building inside of her again, teetering closer as Killian took her to the place she needed to be. “Let go…” His breath was hot against her ear as he drove into her, sending her over the edge as the string inside of her snapped.

“Killian…oh God…yes…” She screamed into the darkness as she heard her name against her ear over and over again in a beautiful whisper.

He rested his forehead against hers, as his breathing came out in shallow breathes. “That was….”

“An interesting development.” She laughed.

“Is interesting good or bad?” He asked as he rolled over onto his side.

“Honestly…”

“We’ve been playing truth’s all night, why would I want you to lie now?”

“I always found you to be kind of annoying.” She said shortly.

“Bloody hell, that’s not exactly…”

“But…” She teased, cutting him off. “Maybe I was just unable to see past your rugged good looks and boyish charm.”

“Swan, it’s bad form to attack a man simply because he’s devastatingly handsome, one might even say dashing, but I would hope that I have proven tonight that I’m no boy.” His lips grazed the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t stop the smile from growing on her face.

“I don’t know, I might need to see some more evidence.” As he pulled her onto his chest, she was sure that neither of them would be getting any sleep tonight.

~*~

Killian showered quickly when he heard the knock on the door. Breakfast was being served to all hotel guests, the power had returned shortly before they woke that morning. He wrapped the towel around his waist and entered the room. Emma smiled from the table, dressed only in one of his t-shirts. “Morning.” She grinned as he sat down across from her.

She pushed his plate toward him and then took a bite of her toast. “Someone’s chipper this morning.” He teased.

“It was all the orgasms.” She whispered seductively with a wink. Grabbing the bottle of rum, he watched as she poured a shot into his glass and slid it toward him. “Never have I ever had sex with the boss’s daughter.” He had no idea what she was talking about but stared at the glass. “Better drink up, you might need the courage to explain yourself when we get home.” She chuckled.

“I’ve never done that, love, I already told you, she was the boss’s wife.”

The phone rang and Killian caught a glimpse of David’s name on the screen before she answered. “Hello, Daddy…”

Shit.

#truth or dare #stacy's fics #emma swan #killian jones #captain swan fics #captain swan au #captain swan modern au #captain swan

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fromiftowhen · 4 years ago

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The Rookie/Chenford 3x03 Thoughts

This episode of The Rookie was really well done. It was important, and I felt like the show really worked hard to tackle a lot of important topics. I’m not going to go in depth into those, but I’m very intrigued to see how the show tackles the upcoming episodes.

That being said, a few small things I loved and a few things I still need addressed this season:

LOVED:

Harper asking about Tim’s “performance anxiety.” “There are pills for that, you know.” Nyla Harper is my third favorite character (obviously after Tim and Lucy) and she proved that about nine thousand times tonight, starting with this amazing, kind of crass joke that made me laugh out loud. I love that they seem to genuinely respect and like each other. She is wonderful. She steals the scene every single time, she makes me like Nolan more, and she’s badass. And Tim losing first to Lopez for four years, and then to HIS ROOKIE was amazing. It’ll probably keep him up at night, and turn him on, so. That’s something I’m not going to stop thinking about.

“Get changed.” “Yes, sir.” Every single second of this little scene was perfection. From Tim’s tone of voice to Lucy’s flirty head tilt. I yelled about this on Twitter, but it was basically straight up porn and now I need it in an entirely different context.

“Bad puppy.” Eric Winter is KILLING IT this season, looks wise and attitude wise. It’s like somehow he’s made Bradford even more attractive, and I really, truly was not aware that was possible. His expressions and tone, especially around Lucy, are just top notch this season. And their height difference was on full display this episode, so thanks for that. I desperately needed an end scene for Tim and Lucy to calm the little disagreement of sorts they had, but I also think it said a lot about their relationship that it didn’t necessarily feel needed - they can call each other on their stuff and be a little angry but still be okay. (Although last episode left me needing an ending scene with them, too, so I’m a little disappointed.) In my ideal world, he would have walked out as Tamara and Lucy were talking and Lucy would have (easily) badgered him into buying both her and Tamara dinner and then checking on Tamara’s living situation with her.

“I stand with him.” I don’t fully believe Lucy is entirely responsible for this, because no matter how soft he may be for her, Tim is still his own man and he isn’t that easily swayed. So this was him, knowing he needed to reevaluate, and her helping him finally realize now is the time. And as a side note, I’m obsessed with him calling West Jackson a couple times now. It feels very much like influence from Lucy, and him relaxing a tiny bit, and I’m into it. Eric and Titus play so well off each other, they’re one of my favorite dynamics on the show, so if Tim is going to be involved in this Stanton storyline, I’m all the more for it giving me more Tim and Jackson interaction. And I’m glad their conversation from the last episode was addressed -- I wasn’t happy with what Tim told him, and tonight’s episode felt like a make up for that.

STILL NEED ADDRESSED:

I need some mention of Rachel and Emmett. I don’t particularly want mentions of either of them, but I need them to clue me into how the writers are going to handle them this season. Like. Just let them go gracefully, don’t drag out relationships no one was into, please. But either way, tell us sooner rather than later what’s going on. This show isn’t wildly great at consistency, so I’m gonna need some clarification on these two relationships soon.

(I know this won’t happen, but --) Stop putting Nolan in these ridiculous situations. A meth lab last episode, a scuba gear wearing shooter out of the blue this episode? I think it’s common knowledge he isn’t my favorite character (literally, besides Stanton, who doesn’t count since he’s not a main cast member, Nolan is my LEAST favorite character) but come on. The guy doesn’t have to be the hero all the time.

The Detective Lopez Factor I LOVE ANGELA LOPEZ so much. SO MUCH. I already miss her and Jackson together all the time, so I’m glad we got that today. Them checking in with each other was great. And I’m so, so happy she’s got her promotion. I honestly would watch a show just about her kicking ass and being pregnant and sparring with Wesley, with occasional guest appearances by Tim and Jackson. I’m not super wild about what this storyline has done to the plot lines and pacing of the show, though. I feel like they’re trying to straddle this razor thin line of either too many plot lines (last week) or them converging in random, not always believable ways (this week.) I know it’s TV, whatever, but. Sometimes it’s too much. Just let Angela be a kickass detective, and SAFE, and let her and Wesley keep setting the screen on fire with their chemistry, AND find some way to get the pacing a little better, and we’ll be good.

#the rookie #chenford #the rookie spoilers #tim bradford #lucy chen #jackson west #angela lopez

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triflesandtea · 1 year ago

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OH, WOW, I’m late. Thank you so much for the tag!

Let us begin. 😈

Three Ships: Uhm...same as Embargo above. 🤣 I’m not a relationship person at all. I can only think of two at the moment (Peter Bishop and Olivia Dunham from the TV show Fringe, and Dr. Watson and Mary Morstan from, uh, The Sign of Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle XD) that I appreciate and that are done so well that it’s clean and wholesome and sweet.

So, y’know what? I’m not going to leave you empty-handed. I SHALL INDEED GIVE YOU THREE SHIPS....

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:D 🎶 I saw three ships come sailin’ in / On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day / I saw three ships come sailin’ in / On Christmas Day in the mornin’! 🎶

HEHEHEHEHEHE—

First Ship: My first ship was a beautiful model of the Mayflower—oh, how square-rigged she was! Oh, how I imagined her beautiful wood would have creaked and the wind would have flown through her creamy white sails!

😁😉

Last Song: Uhhh...well, I’m obsessed with Sweet Viledee by Dervish right now (as well as their other songs Grainne, Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves, Máire Mór, Bold Doherty, Seán Bháin.... Yeah...I may be kind of on a Dervish spree?). Other than that, I’m still listening to Scottish music all the time too.

(Also, @egginfroggin, DID YOU SAY ABNEY PARK?! They’re so cool! 🤩)

Last Movie: We just watched Mission: Impossible: Dead Reckoning not that long ago (SO GOOD), and we’re going to be watching the new Oppenheimer movie tonight. Yes, I’m Team Oppenheimer, not that sickeningly pink Barbie rubbish. Give me action and stakes and Christopher Nolan and Cillian Murphy’s incredible acting and Hans Zimmer’s music ANY BLAZIN’ DAY.

Currently Reading: Just finished The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas (boy, was that fun), and now I’m back to my three-books-at-once routine. I’m reading Dìlseachd: A Stolen Crown by Cheyenne van Langevelde, Playing With Fire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and—you guessed it—I’m re-reading The Return of Sherlock Holmes (also by Sir ACD) because IT’S JUST SO BLAZING GOOD OKAY?!

And I NEVER re-read. So...uh...that’s something.

Currently Writing: I’m currently working on two different WIPs, one of which is a space opera (sci-fi/fantasy like Star Wars combined with LOTR, LOL), and the other is a Victorian mystery à la Sherlock Holmes or the Poirot mysteries. It features an eccentric Scottish detective I may have talked about once or twice on these Tumbl(e)rish parts.

Les Tags: Okay...I know absolutely no one on here because I never come on here, so... 😂

Let’s know more about you guys!

@duchess-of-mandalore @mind-rebels-at-stagnation @ismiseraonaid @please-dont-pet-the-okapi @explosivequill @spengnitzed @bowl-of-wyrms

That’s all I’ve got. And no problem if those of you who are tagged don’t want to do this! :P

Tag people you’d like to know better

Thank you @klarionthewizard for this

Three ships: Link/Zelda also Mipha/Link (fish wife did not deserve what happened to her.) Maedhros/ therapy

First ship: I can’t even remember, probably Aragorn/Arwen

Last song: either Ræb’s lament or blood upon the snow (you have to be in a ‘mood’ to write Maedhros)

Last movie: the quiet man with John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara

Currently reading: a bunch of fanfics (mostly Star Wars, the silmarillion, the Legend of Zelda )

Currently writing: Maedhros in Hyrule. I think Maedhros would survive and thrive in breath of the wild era Hyrule, and Link needs a backpack leash.

I’m poking @mellifexfarm @musewrangler @firestorm78583 @eatyourdamnpears @egginfroggin with a stick

#let's know more about ya #STRANGER DANGER #HEHEHE #I forgot how fun tags are LOL #okay bye

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prettyboyjackhughes · 4 years ago

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-It’ll all be worth it in the end- |M. Marner| [Part 1]

Thanks to @workhorsefromwhitehorse24 for all her help on this! I’m super proud of this and can’t wait for you guys to read it! Thank you for all the love and support!!

Carter wasn’t dumb. He knew how much I loved to push his buttons. I mean, it was kinda my job as his little sister. He’d been ridiculously protective over me since we were little. That may have been due to the fact that I was only 16 months younger than him, or just that I was his little sister, but either way, he took his job as my one and only big brother very seriously. It had always been just the two of us, growing up. We got into more than our fair share of trouble, destroying things in the process most of the time. Our mom always called us the twin terrors, even though we weren’t actually twins. But we did everything together. Nine times out of ten, if you found one of us, you found both of us. And that was how it was supposed to be tonight, the first game of the playoffs. Carter and I had a tradition that before every game, no matter what, we did a little handshake that he had claimed as his good luck charm. So before every game, I was in the locker room with Carter.

"Well I'm definitely in the wrong place." I said, glancing around at all the Leafs equipment around the hall way. I knew my way around Wells Fargo Center, but since this was an away game and we were the away team, we were playing at Scotiabank Arena which was an arena I wasn’t familiar with. When Carter had told me to meet him outside the locker room before the game, I had figured I’d be able to find my way there. But now, standing outside of what I figured out to be the Leafs’ locker room, made me realize I had no idea how to find my brother. As I glanced around, I caught sight of a guy walking away from me. As I jogged to catch up with him, I collided with a tall, brown-haired boy.

“Ouch!” I shouted, falling to the ground.

“Oh god, sorry!” The boy said, getting his balance and looking down at me as he reached down to help me up. He glances between my face and the Flyers logo on my t-shirt, finally settling on my face.

“You okay?” He asks, his eyes coming to rest on my face. I nod, pushing my hair back out of my face.

“Uh…anything I can do to make up for the fact that I took you out?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling nervously at me. I look him up and down, having to look up a little to see the top of his head.

“You could tell me your name.” I say, smiling at him. His face looked familiar, but then again, most of the guys Carter played against in the NHL looked familiar to me But he was cute. He had dark brown hair, a kinda goofy smile, and blue eyes that pulled me in.

“Oh yeah sure. I’m Mitch. And you are…?” He said, sticking his hand out for me to shake. I shake it, nodding as I do.

“I’m Sawyer. Let me guess, you play for the Leafs?” I say, crossing my arms and pointing at the Leafs logo and the number 16 spread across the sweatshirt he was wearing. He glanced down and looked back up at me with a smile.

“Guilty. Flyers fan?” He asked, leaning against the wall.

“Well sorta. My older brother is the starting goalie for tonight. So I’m a fan because of him.” I say, turning around to show him the 79 and Hart on my back. As I turned back around, more of his teammates started to make their way out into the hallway and my phone started to vibrate.

“Oh shoot, I probably need to go find my brother. Um, it was nice meeting you, Mitch.” I said, secretly wishing I didn’t have to go. I tugged my phone out of my pocket, seeing Grace’s name on the screen. I wave goodbye to Mitch who looks like he wants to say something as I press my phone to my ear and hurry back down the hallway.

“Hey, sorry I got lost. Tell Carter I’m on my way!” I said, glancing around to figure out where I need to be going.

“You’d better hurry up. Hartsy is starting to do his freak out older brother thing.” Grace says. I roll my eyes and end the call. Grace is Carter’s girlfriend, has been since they were 18. They’ll probably get married, if Carter has anything to do with it. Grace is also one of the trainers for the Flyers so they spend practically every waking minute together. The 3 of us share an apartment, which makes things interesting. We’ve managed to find a good balance for the 3 of us though. Most of the time, Carter and Grace spend pretty much the whole day at the rink while I have classes at UPenn. Then in the evenings, on the rare occasion we’re all home at the same time, we each take turns cooking dinner. Carter is the worst cook out of the 3 of us so usually it’s Grace or I cooking. When there’s an away game, Grace travels with the team sometimes but usually she’s home with me. It’s a lot of fun living with Grace and Carter. But it’s usually not just us at the apartment. Lately, Nolan Patrick, who has claimed boy best friend for me, and a few of Carter’s other team mates have been hanging out at the apartment.

I finally find all the signs for the Flyers locker room but run into a problem. Security. I glance down and realize I forgot the pass that Grace and I had both been given before the game. I groan and walk towards the man standing by the locker room door. He glances at me, then puts his hand out to stop me.

“Sorry young lady, you can’t go in there.” I start to plead my case then see a familiar head of shaggy hair walking towards me.

“It’s okay, she’s training staff.” Nolan says, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside the locker room with him.

“Alright, sorry about that, sir.” I muffle a laugh as the man calls Nolan sir. He rolls his eyes and drags me along with him to where Grace, Carter and a few other guys are standing. Nolan is my best friend. We got really close when I first moved here, at the beginning of last year. He’s claimed me as his “Baby Cat”, which is a weird nickname that Kevin Hayes gave him, but I’ll never admit to Nolan that I actually really love the nickname. Even though he seems all dark and kinda scary sometimes, I can tell I’m a little bit of a soft spot for him. Grace leans against the wall, watching Carter and looking very amused. A few of his team mates are watching from the doorway, also looking amused. He’s doing the whole pacing, running his hand through his hair a thousand times thing he does when he’s worried about me.

“Chillax Hartsy. I’m here and I made it mostly in one piece.” He turns around, glaring at me.

“You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago! Where were you?” I roll my eyes and reach out my hand. He points his finger at me, glaring still but softens as I nudge his finger away with my hand.

“Do the damn handshake Hartsy!” One of his team mates yells as they start to gather in the hallway to get ready to head out onto the ice for warmups. The longer he’s been in the NHL and playing for the Flyers, the more his team mates have started to pick up on how important the handshake we do is to him. They had also started to say it’s a part of their pregame routine, claiming it’s the reason they win.

“We’ll talk about this later, you’re not home free, Sawyer Mae.” He says we do our little handshake. He claims that it helps him but I think he’s just a little superstitious. I nudge Nolan as he walks past me and heads for the door. He and the boys head out onto the ice and Grace drags me with her back to where my parents are sitting.

“You should’ve seen your brother.” She says, laughing as we walk back out to our box. Usually, Grace and I would just sit in normal seats, if she wasn’t working. But since Mom and Dad were coming to the game, Carter got box tickets for all of us.

“He always freaks out before games. And always assumes I’m gonna forget to come down and meet him. This one is even worse cause it’s the freakin playoffs baby!” I say, hopping around a little and making Grace laugh. In the 3 years that Carter and Grace have been together, Grace has become the big sister I’ve always wanted. When I was younger, I loved having Carter as my big brother but I always secretly wanted a big sister. And now, I had Grace. She and I get along so well and she’s the perfect big sister. She and I would gang up on Carter, teasing him about everything when we were at home. We would watch the Bachelor and cry over sappy romance movies together. My favorite thing to do with Grace was get a little drunk, sometimes just tipsy, and sing karaoke with her when we went out. She had been there when I first moved to Philly a little over a year, helping me get to know the city and working through all my homesickness with me. She was easily my best friend.

“Earth to Sawyer, come in Sawyer.” Grace says, nudging my shoulder. I blink, bringing myself back to reality. I look down to the ice where both teams are skating around the ice, going through warmups, when a certain number 16 catches my eye. He’s skating around, weaving in and out of his teammates. He seems to talk to everybody, laughing and joking throughout all of warmups. I can hear Grace talking to my parents and the rest of my family in the box with us. She calls my name but all I can focus on or think about is the brown haired boy who I ran into today.

“Who are you watching?” Mom asks, sliding up next to me as I stand at the railing.

“Oh no one. Just Nolan.” I say, panicking and taking my eyes off of Mitch. She smiles and nudges me.

“Have you ever considered going on a date with Nolan? He’s a nice boy.” I turn to look at my mother and it takes every ounce of will in my 21 year old body not to gag.

“No Mom. Nolan and I are just friends. He’s not my type.” Mom shakes her head and walks away, leaving me at the railing by myself. I can hear Grace’s laugh before she’s even beside me.

“Shut up Grace.” I say, rolling my eyes and coughing back a laugh.

“Oh but Sawyer, Nolan is such a nice boy.” She says, still dying. This time, I actually do gag, laughing along with Grace. I let myself drift back to my imaginary land, thinking of my next way to drive Carter insane. As I watch Mitch skate around the ice after an icing, I feel like a lightbulb goes off in my head. Carter has always taught me that hockey boys were bad news, no matter who they were or what they were. He said there were no good ones, no matter who they were. I always rolled my eyes, ignored him, and have definitely dated my share of hockey boys growing up. But the one thing I will never admit to him is that most of them were just as bad as he had warned me. But do I learn from my mistakes? Nope. As a plan starts to form in my head, Grace glances at me.

“Oh no I know that look. What are you planning?” She asks, leaning over and resting her arms on my armrest.

“Nothing...Just my next way to drive Carter crazy.” She laughs and rolls her eyes.

“You’d better be careful, Sawyer. You know how on edge he’s been lately.” I nod, my eyes still on Mitch.

“Trust me, it’ll all be worth it in the end.” I said, looking over at Grace. The second the words left my mouth, I knew what I was going to do.

#carter hart #mitch marner #hockey boys #hockey #Hockey Players #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #NHL fan fiction #mitch marner imagine

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sgtbradfords · 4 years ago

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I have another one

“I can’t do this anymore!” 🥺😭

Also set after being burried alive

Lucy is stuggling with nightmares

She’s not back to work yet

And she finds herself on the edge of a bridge in a deserted part of town in the middle of a rainy night

Harper and west happen to be passing in their shop when they see someone on the bridge

They don’t realise it’s Lucy straight away due to the heavy rain

They call nayla and Nolan for backup

And they ring Tim who rushes from home

Ultimately it’s only Tim who she will let get somewhat close to her, but will he be able to convince her to get down? You decide?

Here you go anon! My muse was fighting with me hard on this one so I do apologize if it’s not exactly how you wanted...

The city of Los Angeles California rarely got rain, only accumulating almost fifteen inches on average. But when it did rain, it poured. Small creeks of water flowed in-between the sidewalk and the paved road, debris floating on the top before the water would fall into the never-ending storm drain. Of course, the rain would help the dust in the air to settle but would cause car accidents and domestic disputes to increase.

Lucy Chen loved the rain, the rhythmic pitter-patter of it falling onto something, the smell of it in the air as it wet the grass, it was easy to enjoy and get lost in the moment. That was before she had been kidnapped and thrown into a 34” by 23” space, before the lid was sealed and she was buried. It seemed like months ago, time passing by at a snail’s pace but it had only been three weeks ago.

She wasn’t healing, at least not properly. How could she? After all the trauma she had been through, her therapist told her it would take time. Of course, she knew that, being the only child of two psychologists and having a minor in psychology herself, she knew that supposedly time heals all wounds. But a lack of sleep accompanied with severe trauma? It makes you become impulsive.

Lucy’s not sure why she is where she is, just that in her mind it seemed like a good idea at the time. Her feet dangling over the edge of the bridge, her bottom sitting on the concrete wall with her back facing traffic as the rain poured around her, the long brown waves of her hair were wet and matted to her skin.

“Ma’am? Are you ok?” a voice asked behind her.

She childishly kicked her feet back and forth as her tears mixed with the rain.

“I’m calling the cops. But, I’m going to stay with you.”

Lucy could hear the person talking into their phone in the background as she focused on the headlights passing around her.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but you don’t have to do this.”

Lucy shrugged. “It’s easier.”

“My name’s Jake, what’s yours?”

“Lucy.”

“Well Lucy, I’ve never been where you are but, I have had my fair share of bad days.”

“Bad days? How about one continuous bad day that lasts for weeks?”

Sirens sounded in the distance before they cut off as they got closer.

“It has got to get better right? There has to be something that’s worth fighting for.”

Lucy thought for a second, “Maybe.”

“Good, good. Then, why don’t we focus on that.”

The sound of boots splashing in the running water on the ground grew louder as someone approached, the sound of the pelting rain hitting neon-colored jackets became rhythmic, the droplets bouncing off the polyester.

“Lucy?” One of the new onlookers asked. Lucy closed her eyes as she recognized the voice. ‘Of course.’

“You know her?” Jake asked, surprise in his voice.

“She’s one of ours. Lucy, what are you doing?”

Lucy stared ahead, ignoring the question. “Have you ever drove through here around sunset? It’s beautiful, the sky in different shades and hues, none you can name but you can describe.”

“Lucy, come over here and we can talk about it.”

“I just want a break. I’m tired Jackson. So damn tired. Every time I close my eyes, I- I’m back in that barrel. I’m not- I’m not suicidal but I am so…”

“I know Lucy, I know.”

“I’ve driven through here at sunset.” Jake spoke as he leaned against the railing. “Sometimes I just want to take a picture, but a picture doesn’t do it justice.”

Lucy stays quiet, basking in the way the rain hits her.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain today.” Jake told her. “But there’s just something about it…”

Lucy glanced over, his own dark brown hair matted to his head, the dark frames of his glasses littered with droplets of precipitation, the man was drenched, his clothing sticking to him from head to toe.

“You’re going to get sick.”

Jake shrugged. “I don’t care. So, you’re a cop huh?”

“I was.” She whispered, her words getting lost in the rain.

“No, see I think you are because you have that… vibe about you.”

Lucy snorted. “You’re making that up.”

“I’m serious!”

“What do you do Jake?”

“I’m a broker. Lame I know but someone has to do it.”

“A broker? You don’t look like a broker.”

“You know, maybe it’s time for a career change.” He said, wrinkling his nose in thought. “Why are you out this late? Shouldn’t you be at home, with your... Husband? Wife?”

Lucy looked out in front of her before whispering. “I’m tired of the nightmares. Why are you out this late?”

“I’m tired of it all.” He whispered to her somberly.

Lucy turned her body, her legs straddling the cement barrier as she turned towards the man beside her. She noticed, Jackson standing a few feet away, watching their interaction.

“Jake… Why did you come here tonight?”

Jake stayed silent, giving Lucy her answer as he watched the light of the cell tower miles away blink consistently.

“You were going to do it, weren’t you?” she asked, searching his face. “You told me earlier, that there has to be something worth fighting for Jake. That it has got to get better. If I hadn’t of been here tonight, would you… would you have done it?”

Lucy continued to stare, searching his face as she continued to sit there, the rain falling around them as time passed before the sound of tires sliding on the wet as the vehicle forcefully came to a stop filled the air.

“Lucy. Chen, what are you doing?”

Jackson extended out an arm, stopping the other man from moving forward.

“Jake?”

“Yes.” He whispered.

Lucy nodded, swinging her right foot back over the barrier before she planted both feet onto the solid ground, pulling the much taller man into a hug.

“It’s going to be ok Jake.” She whispered as the emotions Jake had been holding back, broke upon contact. “We’re both going to be ok.”

Lucy let go of him as Jake stepped back, Jackson stepping forward. “This is Jackson West, he’s a very close friend. Is- Is there someone, anyone we can call?”

He shook his head. “I don’t- I have a cousin who lives in Albuquerque.”

“Then let’s call them. You need someone Jake.”

Jake stepped over to Jackson as the other person moved forward. “What the hell boot?” he cursed as his eyes checked her over from head to toe. “What the fuck were you thinking? Were you thinking? You know what, don’t answer that because clearly you weren’t.”

“Tim I-“

“Listen we all have bad days, hell, bad years. But you, you are better than this, better than him. You can’t let what he done to you, what they done to you, affect you like this. He’s dead Chen and Rosalind, Rosalind, you can’t let her win.”

Lucy looked up, the easing rainfall hitting her face as she stared him down. “I know.” She whispered.

“Then let me- let us help.” He pleaded, his voice cracking as he asked.

Lucy sniffled, nodding her head as she took a step forward. “I’m not sleeping, every time I close my eyes, I’m back- I’m in-.”

“We will find something that works boot.” He said, reaching a hand out, grasping her on her upper arm.

At the touch, the dam Lucy was holding back broke. “I’m sorry.”

Tim pulled her to him, his left arm encasing her back as his right moved to her head. “It’s ok Luce.”

The rain stopped falling as they stood on the sidewalk, Lucy’s cries easing as she pulled back out of the embrace. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get you home.”

Tim nodded once at Jackson who was waiting for Jake to end his call, the other officer giving his superior an appreciative look. Tim walked to his truck, jumping into the driver’s side of the cab as Lucy climbed into the passenger seat. He cranked the vehicle, switching all the knobs to make the truck warm before he redirected the vents towards her.

“You’re going to get sick, but maybe this will help.”

Lucy nodded in thanks as she buckled her seatbelt into place, Tim moving the gearshift into reverse, backing out before switching it to drive.

“You’re going to be ok boot.” He told her as they drove down the empty streets.

“I wasn’t going to- to jump tonight. I just went out for a walk to clear my head and ended up there. Every time I have driven over that bridge, I’ve always found it so… peaceful.”

“Just next time, don’t sit on the wall ok?”

Lucy nodded as he pulled the truck up in front of her apartment complex, turning her body to give her thanks as he put the vehicle in park.

“You done a good thing tonight Chen, you stopped him.”

“I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I had not of been there.” She whispered.

Tim ran is tongue along his cheek. “You can’t do that. You can’t let yourself think about what might have happened. Because if you do, it will eat you alive.”

“The department therapist is going to have a field day with this.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“Tell them the truth.”

“I am. I will. Thanks again for the ride Tim.”

He nodded. “I’m always a phone call away Chen.” He told her before pointing a finger at her. “Now, get out of my truck and get upstairs, you’re messing up the interior.”

“Yes sir.” She smiled as she pulled the handle for the door. Time will heal wounds but it will also leave behind scars, and those scars are a symbol of survival.

#the rookie fic #fanfic #tim bradford x lucy chen #chenford fic #chenford fanfic

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emospritelet · 5 years ago

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Can I prompt you for Honourable Members , about the press finding out about the Prime Minister dating/ living together with Belle? :-)))

[AO3]

Belle smiled, stretching a little as she felt the press of warm skin against her back and the feel of lips against her shoulder. The sound of a low, rumbling growl made her belly tighten and pull, and a hand slid around her waist, tugging her close. Her right buttock was pressed against something hard and insistent, and the kisses at her shoulder moved up to her neck, stubble rasping against her skin.

“Good morning,” murmured Sutherland, his breath in her ear making her shiver.

“Morning,” she said, turning her head to kiss him.

His hand cupped her cheek, the kiss hungry, lips pulling at hers, and she knew very well that if she didn’t get out of bed now, they would both be late for work. A plaintive mew at the bedroom door made her pull her mouth from his. The sound came again, joined by a second, even more pitiful mew.

“I have to feed the cats,” she said, a little breathlessly. “I bet they’re already annoyed that we shut them outside last night, they’ll probably crap in the bathroom just to prove a point.”

“Well, we were rather busy, as I recall,” he said lazily, rolling back from her and letting her slip from the bed. “They would only have been disturbed.”

Belle snatched up her nightshirt, slipping it on and grabbing her robe. He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, his eyes heavy and lazy and a slanted grin on his face. God, she wanted to get back in bed!

“I’ll make some coffee,” she said. “Besides, it’s gone seven. We should really get up, we need to get to work.”

Sutherland rolled onto his back with a grumbling sigh.

“Fine, but tonight you can stay at my place,” he said. “I’d like more time in bed with you in the morning.”

“Right, because no one’s gonna notice if I slip out of Number 10 looking freshly fucked, are they?” she remarked, and Sutherland chuckled.

“Ask me if I care.”

“You will when it’s all the press wants to ask you about,” she said flatly, and he waved a hand.

“Ah, fuck ‘em! They’ll move onto the next story in a day or two, you know that.”

The mewing started up again, followed by a scrabble of claws at the bedroom door, and Belle sighed.

“Coffee, then.”

“I’ll make it,” he said. “You see to the cats.”

He threw back the covers, giving her an eyeful of exactly what she was leaving behind, and Belle sighed again, wrenching open the bedroom door and almost falling over Fifi and Fudge, her two ginger and white cats. They wound around her legs, tails wrapping her calves and almost tripping her up as she tried to get to the kitchen.

It was fifteen minutes later, cats fed and coffees in hand, that they went through to the lounge. Sergeant Nolan, one of Sutherland’s protection officers, nodded stiffly from his position by the front door of Belle’s flat.

“Morning, Sergeant,” said Sutherland. “Did Sergeant Knight go home?”

“Changed shifts at six, sir,” said Nolan.

“I’ll get you a coffee, if you’d like one,” said Belle warmly, and he smiled briefly, but shook his head.

“No, thank you, ma’am,” he said, and hesitated. “Uh - there’s something you should be aware of, sir.”

Sutherland sighed.

“Are we talking national emergency, political coup or stock market crash?”

“Not quite, sir. There’s a bunch of reporters outside, sir.”

“What?” Belle rushed to the window, opening it up and poking her head out. A flash of light from below made her squeak and pull back inside, shutting the window. “Bollocks! How did they find out?”

“Well, we haven’t been all that secretive in our cross-bench sparring,” remarked Sutherland, taking a sip of his coffee. “Carrie always did say we looked as though we wanted to grab each other in the middle of PMQs and fuck it out.”

“I guess she wasn’t wrong,” said Belle, giggling a little.

Sergeant Nolan had that bland, expressionless look on his face that meant he was trying not to think about what was being said in front of him. She hoped to God he hadn’t heard what the two of them had gotten up to, but the walls in the flat weren’t all that thick.

“How are we gonna get past them?” she asked. “We could go out the back way, I guess, but I bet the little bastards are out there, too.”

Sutherland took a slurp of his coffee, setting down his cup with a clunk.

“Fuck it,” he said decidedly. “We’re going out the front. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

“We’ll be tabloid front page news…” she warned, in a sing-song voice, and he sniffed.

“Good. Means they can stop bloody speculating. Sergeant, make sure the car’s ready to go. I’m getting dressed.”

Half an hour later they were both ready, Sutherland very pointedly leaving his tie off and his shirt unbuttoned at the neck. Belle had donned a smart blue dress and jacket, hair tied up on her head in a shining knot, feet in heels with pointed toes. They waited inside the hallway of the building, listening to the murmur of press voices on the other side, and Sutherland tugged his jacket straight as she brushed a stray cat hair from the shoulder of his suit.

“Alright?” he asked quietly, and Belle nodded.

“Actually, yes.”

“Ready to go public?”

She sent him a flat look.

“Like you said, they’ll move onto the next story in a few days, but in the meantime I’m willing to put money on the fact that you get asked about how our relationship could be a security risk and I get asked about our sex life.”

Sutherland chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m not betting against you on that,” he remarked. “Maybe we should release a joint statement.”

“Want me to tell them about that thing you do with your thumb?”

His chuckle deepened, his eyes glinting.

“I think not, that’ll only encourage the bastards.”

Belle rose up on her toes, grinning as she kissed him. Sergeant Nolan was holding a hand to the earpiece in his ear, and nodded curtly.

“Car’s outside, sir,” he said. “I’ll go out and move them back.”

“Good man. Belle?”

Sutherland offered his arm, and Belle took it, sharing a smile with him as Sergeant Nolan opened the door.

If the waiting press were surprised to see them exiting together, arm in arm and heads held high, they certainly didn’t show it. Cameras flashed and microphones were shoved forwards, a multitude of questions tumbling over one another as Sergeant Nolan cleared a path for the Prime Minister and the junior MP who up until recently—for those outside Sutherland’s inner circle, anyway—had seemed to be nothing more than his chief antagonist in the Commons. Belle kept her gaze fixed on the car ahead, another of Sutherland’s security officers holding open the rear door.

“Prime Minister, is Miss French influencing Government policy?”

“Prime Minister, what do you have to say to those speculating that your relationship with Miss French could cause a security breach?”

“Belle, what’s it like sleeping with the enemy?”

“Prime Minister, is this indicating a likely coalition with the New Liberals in the next election?”

There was a ripple of laughter at that one, and Sutherland stopped, looking irritated.

“Alright, you managed to track me down and interfere with my private life, well done all,” he said testily. “Yes, Miss French and I are in a relationship. No, it’s none of your business. Yes, we will continue to serve our country in the best way we know. No, we still don’t agree on many key areas of Government policy. Satisfied?”

The questions started up again, and Nolan helped Belle into the car, followed by Sutherland. The thump of the heavy door shut out the noise and plunged them into blessed silence, although cameras still flashed outside as reporters pressed themselves against the window. Belle gave Sutherland an amused look.

“Maybe I should give you a lap dance, really give them something to write about,” she said, and he grinned, leaning in.

“I’ll hold you to that later,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. “But let’s keep it in the bedroom.”

She kissed him back, flashes exploding around them.

“Okay,” she whispered, and met his eyes. “I’m planning on kicking your arse over that housing bill, by the way.”

Sutherland raised an eyebrow, still grinning.

“Bring it on, Miss French.”

#reolf #ficlets: honourable members verse #sutherelle fic #fic: coalition #sutherelle #my fic #sprite's tea celebration

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raysofcrosby · 5 years ago

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WHEN YOU’RE READY PT. 3

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes and no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): umm i don’t think much, probs just some swearing :)

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𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: oof this took a long time to finish up. sorry about that. but anywho, if you haven’t read parts 1 and two, read them here and here! tbh i was planning on making this a 4-part imagine, but i really like the way that this part ended–– so this is the end lmao. ummm ya, so anyway, sorry it took so long, i hope you enjoy and don’t forget to request! :) ok bye!

The first thing you noticed when you woke up the next morning was the ache in your head and body. Carter was lucky he was cute and that this was by far your weakest hangover, or else he'd have another thing coming. The second thing you noticed...was that you woke up in an empty bed. A lot of alcohol was consumed last night, but you were positive that you hadn't drunk enough for you to have imagined falling asleep next to Nolan. Or that you kissed him and he kissed you back before well...turning you down in the nicest way possible.

The third thing? You were lying in the middle of the bed...full-on spread eagle.

"Oh shit, he was right," You groaned, rolling over onto your back and staring a the ceiling and grabbing the pillow next to you. "Oh God, I kissed Nolan." You pressed the pillow against your face, hoping that the lack of air would wake you up from this nightmare. But when your lungs started to burn, you tossed the pillow aside and sat up.

You weren't dreaming at all. You had kissed Nolan, your best friend since practically the womb. You tossed the blankets off of you and got out of his bed, racking your brain for any details of last night as you made your way into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you reached inside and grabbed a snack-size pack of watermelon and a bottle of water, closing the fridge and walking towards the counter. Waking up in his bed and with him gone felt, to you, like a miserably failed and backward one-night stand. In normal ways, you were supposed to be the one leaving him in the early morning hours and going on with your day. But no, you lived here... with him and now you're just hoping that things wouldn't be awkward between the two of you. Though, there was always the couch.

You chewed on a small piece of watermelon as your phone lit up to see a text from Ryanne. You finished off the piece of watermelon when your eyes caught notice of what your phone was lying on top of. It was a note from Nolan.

Y/N,

At morning skate, be back soon (prob 11:30/12.) Let's grab lunch and talk a bit before tonight.

– Nol

Your eyes drifted lower to see Travis, a little neater than Nolan's, handwriting at the bottom of the page

P.S.

Don't touch my watermelon, you already stole my last parfait (ya dick.)

– Teeks

You looked down at the watermelon in front of you, swearing in your mind up and down that you had bought two of them. Taking another piece of watermelon, you picked up your phone and opened Ryanne's text

From Ryanne:

If you're not too hungover, would you want to get some lunch and maybe come shopping with me? Need some girl time, C is driving me nuts and I need to relax before the game tonight.

Ugh yes, as per usual Ryanne is there to save the day.

To Ryanne:

I'm so down! I need to get out of the apartment before the two terrors come back. How soon can you get here?

From Ryanne:

I can be there in 10 and you better spill the deets.

To Ryanne:

Of course xx

You locked your phone to see that it was almost 11 and Ryanne's arrival would be cutting it close for you to be able to avoid Nolan and Travis and the conversations you'd probably be having with the both of them. Not taking what little time you had for granted, you rushed to Nolan's bathroom and started to rush through your routine. You grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste and took them into the shower with you, knocking two steps out in one. Though you knew you'd probably be regretting not leaving the conditioner in your hair for longer than you had, you practically ran out of the bathroom and down the hall back into Nolan's room...your towel no doubt nearly falling off of you.

You ruffled through the three drawers Nolan had let you take over and grabbed a quick and easy outfit– some jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and a crumpled up sweatshirt off of the bed. You took your brush off of the dresser and ran in through your hair, trying not to struggle too much with the tangled bits. When you put it down, your phone started to ring. Rushing over, you picked it up and exhaled, glad to see that it was Ryanne. Sliding your thumb across the screen, you answered it. "Hey, you here?"

"Just downstairs. I think I might have passed Travis and Nolan getting ready to pull out of the arena parking lot on my way here. Did you want to wait and invi–"

"NO!" You yelled, balancing the phone between your cheek and neck as you grabbed your purse off of the floor and rushed out of the bedroom. "Sorry, I just...I'll be right down."

You hung up the phone, making sure you had your copy of the apartment key before locking it behind you and walking down the hallway. Not wanting to waste any time, you opt for taking the stairs instead of the elevator and if running down those steps didn't knock the breath out of you, the harsh cold air hitting you in the face the moment you stepped outside...sure did. You looked in the parking lot for Ryanne's car and spotted it just as she honked her horn three times.

Jogging over, you opened the passenger side door and got in, closing it behind you. "Drive, please."

"Jesus what crime did you commit?" She joked, putting the car into drive as she pulled out of their apartment complex. "Oh look, it's Nolan and Travis."

You sunk into your seat slightly, still obviously in view and tapped her thigh. "Drive, drive, drive, I beg you."

She looked at you with raised eyebrows before smiling. "Something happened between you and Nolan last night, didn't it?"

"Ryanne..."

"OOh, Claude so owes me $10." She smiled, turning on her blinker and turning out of the complex. "And you better believe you're going to tell me every single detail."

–-

"Wait...that's it? You guys just kissed?" She asked, bringing the hot chocolate up to her frowned lips. "No hot and heavy make-out session? Not even a little heavy petting?"

You picked at the number given to you by the cashier at the counter and rolled your eyes. "No, Ryanne. No heavy petting."

"Well I can't say that I'm not disappointed, but it is a good thing." She nodded down at her hidden bump and shot you a mischievous smile. "That's how this little one happened."

"Oh God, please don't go into detail. I'd like to be able to look Claude in the eyes again."

Ryanne just rolled her eyes as she took another sip of her drink. "Oh please, it's not like you've got virgin ears. Now explain to me why you were going all spy-like when we saw Travis and Nolan."

"I just told you–"

"No, you told me that you had a little heart to heart about whats-his-face and then you planted one on our favorite rosy-cheek boy. Nowhere in there did I hear a denial of his feelings."

You sighed and picked at your blueberry muffin wrapper. She had a point. There was no reason for you to run from Nolan like that, not a logical one anyway. "I just...don't want to be embarrassed, I guess?"

"Explain."

"I woke up and found a note on the counter from Nolan saying he wanted to talk when they got home from morning skate." You leaned back into your seat, taking a piece of your muffin with you. "And normally, 'we need to talk' isn't a positive thing. So I just freaked out, I guess."

Ryanne nodded her head as if she understood what you were saying. And maybe she did. Her and Claude had been dating long before you met the two of them. Dating or even being involved with an NHL player was brand new territory to you, one that she'd know how to navigate. But could it be the same thing as dating your best friend too?

"Please stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

You sighed and chewed on your muffin as you shook your head. Following the muffin down with some hot chocolate you rested your elbows on the table. "Like I'm some scared girl who's running from something possibly good for her because she doesn't want to get hurt again after being burned in a previous relationship."

Bringing her cup up to her lips, she smirked and nodded her head to the slight. "You said it, not me." After taking a sip, she leaned her elbows onto the table and looked at you. "But in all seriousness, are you just going to avoid him and pretend like nothing ever happened?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, considering her suggestion. "I mean, it'd be kind of hard to do that since I live with him and sleep in his bed."

She raised an eyebrow, "and?"

You groaned and rested your head in your hands. "And I really liked the kiss and wouldn't mind doing it again. Which is so weird because he's Nolan, my best friend."

"He's also the guy who managed to rock your world with a single kiss. Now imagine what he could do if there was some heavy petting and–"

Your ringtone cut her off and while you were silently praying to whatever universal magic there was, you were also panicking about who it could be that was calling you. Grabbing the phone out of your purse, you turned it over to see the same number from the clinic that had called you last night. "Hold on, a sec." You pressed the accept button and took a deep breath before bringing the phone to your ear. "Hello?"

"Hello, may I speak to Y/N L/N?" A voice that definitely wasn't Dr. Pippen, asked.

Your heart began to race. What if this was a different Doctor who was in charge of treatment for whatever venereal disease Preston had given you. "This is her."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Dr. Scott, I work here with Dr. Pippen, who called you yesterday with some test results."

"Yes sir, he did call me yesterday. I'm supposed to receive the results for some more tests today."

Some shuffling of paper in the background only made you more nervous as Ryanne placed her hand on top of yours for comfort. "Well he's not in the office today, so I'm calling to give you your results." More shuffling of the paper only intensified the suspense before he cleared his throat. "Your HIV, Syphilis and Hepatitis B results all came back negative."

You sink down into your seat in relief as the weight on your shoulders lifted. "Oh Thank God."

"Is there anything else you need, Miss L/N?"

"No, no sir nothing else."

"Alright, well you have a good afternoon, and if you need any information on contraceptives and STD testing, we have pamphlets available at the clinic."

You felt your cheeks burn as his suggestion burned the image of Nolan sitting in the living room reading all of the pamphlets. Pamphlets he didn't have to grab but wanted to because he wanted to be able to help you and be by your side in case your results went the other direction. "Yes, thank you, Doctor."

You hang up the phone and looked at Ryanne whose eyes were wide. "So does this call for a little celebratory shopping?" She smiled, patting your hand.

You look back down at your phone to see text messages that must have come through during your call.

From Nol:

hey where are you? want to grab some lunch before pregame nap?

From Nol:

also has the doc called yet? what are the results? you're supposed to get them today, right?

From Teeks

you ate my fucking watermelon. didn't you get my note?

From Teeks:

i'm eating your leftover mac and cheese. consider us even.

You locked your phone again and shoved it into your purse, looking back up at Ryanne. "Any chance this shopping will last us till the guys have to be at the arena?"

She sighed and shook her head. "You're going to need to confront him at some point Y/N," standing up and downing the rest of the hot chocolate Ryanne tipped her cup to you with a smile, "but of course it can."

–––––––

The retail therapy with Ryanne was more than what you needed. 30 minutes into your second store, Target of all places, you felt happy. Ryanne went on and on about how the two of you needed to come shopping more often, especially since you had picked the cutest outfits for their soon to be, bundle of joy. Of course, you agreed to. Besides the few co-workers you had that were around your age, Nolan, and Travis...Ryanne was your closest friend.

When you got back to the apartment, it was empty and that alone was a relief. Your note from this morning was still sitting on top of the kitchen counter, only this time there was an additional one on top of it.

Y/N,

Check the bed for a surprise from 'the girls'. See you at the game tonight.

- Nol

p.s. you owe me watermelon.

- Teeks

You couldn't help the way that your cheeks reddened and your heart rate sped up when you read that sentence in Nolan's handwriting. At first, you thought that maybe he had bought you something. Until you realized that, 'the girls' was no way Nolan would refer to himself as. Unless he enlisted the help of some of the fellow WAGs to get you something. You rolled your eyes at Travis's side note and made your way back into Nolan's bedroom. On the bed was a dark gray jean jacket with flyers patches on the upper parts of each sleeve. It looked pretty straight forward, no excessive designs on it– not the usual playoffs jacket you'd normally seen.

The moment you flipped it over, your heart dropped into your stomach. On the upper back was a patch that said 'Patrick' and right in the middle were big, bold numbers '19.' Flipping it back over, it was then you noticed the small '19' on the right breastplate.

This was a WAG jacket...for Nolan....for you.

You dropped it onto the bed and quickly got out your phone, calling Ryanne. "Hello?"

"Why am I staring at a jacket with Nolan's last name on it, right now?"

"Yay! They must have came in at practice today. Crystal said she'd bring them and give each of them to the guys to take home. Put it on, does it fit?"

"Ryanne. Why–"

"Oh shoot, I guess that means we're wearing them tonight, which totally screws up that outfit." A short pause took over before she gasped. "Unless you don't wear that tank under the sweater! Ooh, which I bet will accentuate your boobs even more for Nolan to–"

"WHY?" You didn't realize just how loud you had yelled into the phone until Ryanne's side of the call was completely silent. "Sorry Ryanne, I just...I'm really confused."

"Be ready in 15. I'm coming to get you. And Y/N, you better wear that outfit and that jacket."

With a quick click of the phone, Ryanne had ended your call. You sighed and put your phone back into your purse before looking at the jacket and then dumping your shopping bag contents onto the bed next to it.

Of course, you couldn't have let the shopping trip without Ryanne insisting that you buy a new outfit for the 'new and improved, y/n' as she put it. An outfit she solely picked out herself and claimed that her inspiration and end goal was, of course, something that would snatch Nolan's attention.

You tugged at the bottom of the one size too small sweater, wishing that it could stay tucked into your jeans as you planned it too. It wasn't until you realized just how much it accentuated your chest that you realized just how Ryanne planned for you to grab Nolan's attention. Deep breathing did the trick of keeping your calm. It is, of course, very bad to upset or be upset at a pregnant woman.

"Can someone please explain to me why we're wearing the jackets? It's not even playoffs yet." You groaned, adjusting your sweater beneath the decorated jean jacket given out amongst the wives. "And why I even have one? I'm not dating Nolan."

"Oh sweetie, maybe not officially. But we all know that the two of you might as well be dating." Crystal, Simmonds wife smiled, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sunk further down into your seat and bringing your beer up to your lips. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do," Ryanne sang, smiling and looping her arm through your free one. "I think we're already planning your first date. I mean, if there's anyone who can push Nolan into finally asking you out it'll be Claude and Wayne. Those two are you biggest supporters, I swear."

You took a sip of your beer as you tried to hide your blushing face away from them. "There's nothing to support. We're just friends."

"Friends who had a PG-13 make-out session."

Crystal gasped and leaned over, holding onto my knee. "You and Nolan kissed? Uhm, when?"

"Last night. The party was still going on and they both wanted to go to bed, so Y/N offered Nolan a spot to share and one," Ryanne held up her index finger, "he agreed without a second of hesitation. two," another finger, " they had a huge heart to heart and three," she went to hold up a third finger when you brought her hand down.

"I kissed him, he kissed me back and then pushed me away and said, 'yeah I'd like to do this, but not now. sorry for rejecting you."

Ryanne shoved your hand off of hers and glared. "That's not what he said," she looked back at Crystal with hopeful eyes. "He said, that he wanted to kiss her and you know. But not in the middle of a party and he's been wanting to talk to her all day, but she's been avoiding him."

Crystal looked at you with proud eyes and squeezed your knee. "I feel like a proud parent right now! I've been waiting for you two to get together since you arrived in Philly. Now how was it, the kiss?"

You blushed again, taking another sip of your beer...only this one was a lot longer. "It was pretty great."

"What was that?" Ryanne smiled, cupping her ear. "Did I just hear the Y/N L/N admit that kissing her best friend was, in fact, great?"

"Oh shut up," you laughed, swatting at her. "You're lucky that you're pregnant or I'd dive-bomb you."

"Speak of the devil, here comes your man," Crystal smiled, nodding her head as the boys were coming back onto the ice for the third and final period.

The game had been a tough and brutal one. Yet again, they were playing the Pens and it was a pretty heated rivalry. Nolan had been checked into the boards more times than you could count...or want to see. It was weird, before this whole thing about your feelings with Nolan, you never had any problem seeing Nolan getting checked. You knew he was a tough guy and would probably get his redemption later on in the game. However, this game he'd spent most of his time chirping with anyone who would even dare to look in his direction, particularly number 59– Guentzel, his jersey read. And every time he got checked, you could feel yourself wince and then hope that he was okay.

"Come on, come on stand up! We have to cheer with everyone else!" Ryanne smiled as she and Crystal both tugged on your arms to get you standing with the crowd. Normally, the WAGs all sat up in a box, especially with a game as big as this one. But for some, strange and odd reason, the families and WAGs were sitting in a lower section, 5 to 6 rows up from the ice.

"Wooo! Go Flyers!" You cheered, clapping your hands together as the starters for the period stood on the ice. You watched as Nolan skated his last lap, looking at you with a smile before going off the ice to wait until his shift.

"Did you see that?" Crystal asked, looking at Ryanne. "I think he was checking Y/N out."

"Maybe he was checking out her chest. I didn't pick this sweater a size too small for nothing."

"I hate both of you." You grumbled, pulling the jacket tight over your chest and sitting down as the third period started.

You kept the jacket tight over your chest as you watched the game, keeping an eye out for your two roommates. When the play stopped and you saw Nolan come out for his shift, you sat up a little more on the edge of your seat, earning knowing smiles from Crystal and Ryanne.

"He's so feisty tonight. He hasn't stopped chirping 59 since their first shift." Ryanne said, perching up a little to see. "Like look at him, he looks pissed."

Just then, 59 skated closer to Nolan on the line and said something that pissed him off because the moment the ref dropped the puck, Nolan shoved the player. 59 dropped his gloves and skated at Nolan who followed suit.

"Uh...I'd say he's a little more than just pissed." Crystal said, standing up as the crowd around us roared.

You couldn't get yourself to look away from the sight of the two boys fighting. Nolan had a fistfull of 59's jersey and was throwing punches at him every chance he got. 59 got a few licks in, that was evident the moment Nolan lost his grip on the jersey. 59 went to grab the back of Nolan's jersey and tried to pull it over his head and lock him in. Nolan, the sneaky player he is, snaked an arm out of the sleeve and continued to throw wild and blinded punches, still getting a few licks in until the two of them fell to the ice.

The crowd around us roared into cheers and screams as the people sitting on the glass beat against it with fervor. You stared with tunnel vision, laser-focused on Nolan as you watched him tear off half of his jersey and not bother to pick up the equipment he lost on the ice before stumbling back towards the locker room with a trainer fast behind him. You could feel the adrenaline from watching his fight mix with the worry your heart was beginning to feel, making a combination that left you feeling all sorts of lost.

Never in all of the years of watching Nolan play hockey, did you ever feel the need to know if he was okay after taking a hit or getting into a fight. Normally, you'd think nothing of it and wait until the end of the game for him to walk out with some makeshift bag of ice taped to a limb all while giving him a few chirps of your own. But now, you wanted nothing more than to run out of your seat and find your way through the corridor and into the training room, needing to know what happened.

"Y/N?" Ryanne waved a hand in front of your face and you shook your head, looking at her. "You zoned out, are you okay?"

"I just..." you looked back out towards the ice as the ice girls worked on scraping the blood off of the ice. "Whose blood is that?"

Crystal looked up from her phone and at you. "Nolan asked for you."

"What?"

She held up her phone to see a text from Wayne. "Wayne's in the training room getting P.T. and said Nolan mentioned you. Do you want to go down?"

"Nolan wants me down there?"

"Sounds like it girl." Ryanne smiled, nudging you.

You stood up from your seat slowly and nodded your head. "Okay, okay yeah uh, I'll be right back."

You left your beer in your cupholder and made your way up the section steps. On your entire walk down to the corridor and trainers room, you couldn't help but replay the fight in your head. Did Nolan do as well as you thought he did? How many hits did 59 get in? Were they quality ones? With each thought, you tugged your jacket against you tighter and tighter. And just as you came to a stop in front of the training room door, you realized that you weren't pulling it against you because you felt exposed, but because it made you feel safe.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you were about to see. A few deep breaths later, you opened your eyes and pushed open the training room door. When you walked in, Nolan was hunched over on one of the tables, his jersey off and his head hanging down as he held a towel to his face. He looked up to see who was at the door and when he made eye contact with you, his eyebrows furrowed and then his mouth opened, only to close again as if he couldn't find the words to say.

You ran over to him and held onto his shoulders, looking over him to make sure his injuries weren't too severe. Your hands then wrapped around his back and you hugged him tightly, not caring if you got any blood on you. When you pulled away, you sighed, looking at the damage done to his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just some stitches on my head and then something for my nose. Cliff says I should be able to go back out once he gets the blood out of my jersey."

You let out a sigh of relief and then the images of him fighting 59 took over. In a quick moment, you smacked his padded shoulder and glared at him. "What the hell, Nolan?"

“Um, OW? That actually kind of hurt, Y/N."

"What the hell do you think you're doing fighting that guy? Since when did you become a fighter?"

"Why do you care? You've been avoiding me all day. You never even told me the results for your doctors' appointment." He put more pressure on the towel as he looked away from you, only to look back at you with a gleam in his eyes. "Wait a second...are you worried about me?"

His truthful accusation set you back. Of course, you were worried about him, he's your best friend! "One, you don't know that I've been avoiding you all day, and two, you're my best friend. So excuse me if I don't want to see you get your face smashed in by some dude you’ve been exchanging petty middle school glares at all game."

A cocky smirk took over his face as she brought the towel off of his face, revealing the damage done. A nasty head laceration just by his left eye and a bloody nose. "You've never been worried before. You haven't even snuck in one of your infamous chirps yet."

You could feel yourself getting frustrated because he was right. But now didn't feel like the best time to admit your feelings for him. Or maybe it was. "I hate you, you know."

"For?"

"Being right," you sighed and walked closer, standing directly in front of him. "I have been avoiding you all day. because...well, it felt like you kind of rejected me after our...kiss last night."

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away from him. "And I guess I'm just really embarrassed about it and didn't want to face you this morning. But now I'm wearing a WAG jacket with your name on it, Ryanne and Crystal are in my mind saying how much they like us together, and we're not even dating! Not to mention, for the first time since I've ever watched you playing hockey, I found myself worried sick about you."

"You were?" He whispered, almost in shock himself as if he hadn't known my feelings since last night.

"Yeah," tugging the jacket against you tightly again, you looked at him. "Every check into the boards made my stomach twist into knots. And then when you started fighting with 59 I just...I don't know."

The silence between you two was overbearing and you couldn't help but wish that Cliff would come back with Nolan's blood-free jersey any second now.

"He said something," You looked up to see Nolan removing the towel from his face. "Guentzel. He said something...about you. We'd been chirping all night, stupid shit here and there. But then that last second right before the shift, he must've noticed the jacket or something...because he'd love to have his way with you and I just snapped."

He fought to protect you. It wasn't from the pure frustration of the game and rivalry, but the chirping had turned to you being the subject and Nolan wasn't having any of it. "Nolan?" He looked back up from his towel, the swelling starting to settle in. "Do you like me?"

He laughed and shook his head, bringing the towel back up as he looked at you. "Isn't it obvious, Y/N?"

"Obviously not, since your teammates and their wives all want us together and yet I've never known about your feelings for me. So please Nolan, tell me. Don't give me a subtle hint or a stupid, crooked smile...just, say the words."

"Y/N," he dropped the towel next to him and reached out, grabbing both of your hands. "I love you. I've loved you since we were like 10-years-old and I'm an idiot for taking so long to finally act on my feelings and do something about it, but I just–"

You leaned forward, carefully cradling his face in your hands before pressing your lips to his. A simple kiss that sent electric shocks to the tips of your toes. You pulled your lips from him, keeping your eyes closed and your vicinity close as you tried to catch the breath that the small kiss had knocked out of your lungs. Opening your eyes to see Nolan looking at you, you smiled and brushed your thumb along his right temple. "I love you too."

He smiled and cupped the right side of your face and on instinct, you leaned into his touch as if you'd known it all of your life and were finally letting your heart accept what you'd been missing out on for so long. Nolan wrapped an arm around your waist and held you tight before pressing another kiss to your mouth, this one more feverish and hungry than the one the night before.

"Alright Nolan, let's just stitch you up and– Oh!"

Embarrassed, you stepped away from Nolan and turned to see Cliff standing there with Nolan's jersey in his hand. "Sorry, Cliff."

He just smiled and shook his head, placing Nolan's jersey down on another table. "I'm gonna go get the stitch kit, I'll be right back."

Nolan kept his grip tight around you as Cliff left the room again and he pulled you back, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "So, does this mean if I ask...you'll go on a date with me?"

You brushed your fingers along his jawline, smiling down at him. "Hm, if I say yes, what do I get?"

"A night away from Travis, your favorite dessert and lots of kissing," he mumbled, pressing a kiss alongside your jaw.

"No surprise visits to any clinics?"

He raised his eyebrows and took in your smile. "Negative?"

"All three."

He pulled you into him and hugged you tight as he pressed another kiss to your temple. "Change of plans. If you say yes, we're kicking Travis out of the apartment and onto Hartsy's couch, ordering in your favorite food and then christening every surface we can find."

"So, that also includes a new roommate and endless amounts of cuddles?"

"Sure thing, spread eagle." He laughed, kissing you again before pulling back moments later. "Wait, new roommate?"

"You, dummy." You smiled down at him and then a thought dawned on you. "So uh, who's going to tell our parents the news?"

"More like who won the bet."

"There was a bet?"

"Oh Y/N, there's been a bet ever since the joint sex talk featuring my mom's fresh produce," he cringed, pulling you into him again. "At least we'll never have to sit through one of those again."

"Until they start asking us about grandkids."

You both burst into a fit of laughter as Cliff came back into the room, a stitch kit in his hand. You pressed a kiss to Nolan's temple as he squeezed your hand. "Are you heading back out there, Y/N?" Cliff asked, sitting down on a stool.

"Yeah, someone's got to make sure Ryanne doesn't go all crazy pregnant lady on some fans," You laughed, nodding at him. "You take care of our boy, Cliff."

"Always do, no matter what the punk says."

You laughed and walked towards the training room door, opening it and getting ready to walk out. "Has anyone told you how hot you look in that jacket?"

You turned to see Nolan, not even wincing as Cliff did the first stitch on this cut. "Eh, only this one guy. Long hair, pretty eyes, can't seem to grow a beard. Does he sound familiar?"

Nolan rolled his eyes and then a serious look fell over his smiling expression. "Will I see you out there?"

You winked at him and smiled. "Always, Nol. Always."

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Princess Prom bay-bee! This chapter might be a little weird, since I was struggling with the ending. Nolan shows that he’s a hopeless bottom.

ao3 link or read under the cut

Princess Prom

Nolan didn’t see Adora much the next few days. He was off working with rebels in the field, and making sure civilians were safe. However, once and awhile, they’d see each other at the castle and run to meet each other. Their hangouts usually consisted of just training and talking. Nolan found out that the archer’s name was Bow. He also found out that Adora had been seeing Catra on the battlefield.

It was worrying, to be completely honest. He always believed Catra to be the most clear headed. He honestly thought that she would leave long before Adora did. But she never did. In fact, she was promoted to force captain of all things. But Nolan didn’t worry. He’s always believed in Catra, and he always would.

One day, Adora ran over to him, yelling his name.

Adora: Hey, Ghost! Over here!

Ghost: Adora, hey.

Adora ran over to Nolan.

Adora: Listen, can you help me with something?

Something? What the heck did Adora need help with?

Ghost: Sure, what is it?

Adora: Do you know what Princess Prom is?

What?

Ghost: Qué?

Adora: Princess Prom, the All Princess Ball?

Ghost: Oh, that. Actually I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that.

Adora: Great, does everyone know about it except me?

Ghost: Well it’s kind of hard to forget about something when the queen hand delivers you a letter to said event.

Adora: What?! You were invited!

Ghost: Yeah…

Adora: But you’re not even a princess… I think.

Ghost: No, I’m not. What I am is a soldier. Just as Princess Frosta has heard of you becoming She-Ra, she has heard of my feats as Ghost. Even before I joined the Rebellion, townspeople knew who I was and spread stories of me helping their villages. It just so happened that the much darker myths became more popular. But now that I’m with the Rebellion, those myths have been dismissed.

Adora: That still doesn’t explain the invite.

Ghost: I am an efficient soldier on the battlefield. I follow orders as instructed, and do my best to protect the people. The princess didn’t invite me as a guest, she invited me to work security detail.

Oh.

Adora: Oh… Well, do you have any plans for it?

Ghost: If I ever get a break, my plan is to meet and talk with the princess. Hopefully, I can convince her to join us in our fight against the Horde.

Adora: Oh.

Ghost: What?

Adora: It’s just that that was my plan.

Ghost: Why worry yourself?

That surprised Adora.

Adora: What?

Ghost: You’ve been traveling all over Etheria, trying to convince princesses to join our cause. You deserve a chance to relax. Use the prom as some time to yourself. I’ll take over for tonight.

Adora: Relaxing was never really my thing.

Ghost: Fine, then just don’t work yourself too hard, okay?

That was a tough promise to make. Adora couldn’t just “take it easy.” She always needed to be alert. What help could she be, if she wasn’t always actively trying to get the princesses to join the alliance?

Adora: Alright, I guess.

Ghost: Now go get prepared. If your invite was as long as mine, you have a lot of preparing to do.

Adora: Okay, see you there.

With that, Adora ran off to her room. Nolan was now alone.

Ghost: Now, what am I going to wear?

Nolan pulled the invitation scroll out of his pocket. He looked through it. He wasn’t allowed to bring his own weapons. He’d only be allowed his grapple hooks and one of the spears the Kingdom of Snow’s Guard’s used. He also couldn’t wear his cloak and suit, seeing as he wasn’t trusted with invisibility. No worries, he could just rent a tux with his helmet.

…

Ghost: What do you mean I can’t shop here?

Nolan was dealing with a very difficult store associate.

Rental Associate: I’m sorry sir, but we don’t do business with known psychopaths. If you have a problem with it, you can talk with my manager.

This associate sounded like they were dead inside.

Ghost: Is your manager here?

Rental Associate: No, but I can give you her work number. It’s past her calling time however. If you call tomorrow around 3:00, she should be available.

Ghost: It’s 3:30!

Rental Associate: Sorry sir, there’s nothing I can do.

Well there goes that plan.

Nolan was now back in the castle, walking to Adora’s room. Maybe she had a dress he could borrow. Oh who was he kidding, Adora didn’t even know what a dress was.

Queen Angella: Ghost, is that you?

The queen had noticed him. Guess he wasn’t the only one walking down the halls.

Ghost: Yes, it’s me.

Queen Angella: What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be preparing for the Princess Prom?

How did she know about that?

Ghost: I would be, but I don’t seem to have anything to wear. My invitation said no combat armor, but that’s about all I own. Unless you counted a rag as clothing.

The queen mauled this over. What was she thinking?

Queen Angella: I might have something, follow me.

Nolan did as instructed. He wandered what she had planned. Did she have a dress? A suit? Did the queen own a suit? He bet she had a suit.

They reached the queen’s quarters.

Queen Angella: Wait here.

The queen went into her room, and came out a few minutes later. She was holding a suit protector.

Queen Angella: This was my husbands, King Micah.

The king?!

Ghost: My queen, I can not accept this. I’m sure that it is a very personal item that you don’t want to get ruined. You shouldn’t trust me with it.

Queen Angella: The ball is a place of peace and neutrality. Fighting is strictly against the rules. Even so, I trust you enough not to ruin it. This is not up for debate, I’m ordering you to take this suit.

Well now he didn’t have much of a choice, did he.

Ghost: Thank you, your majesty. I promise to take great care of it.

Nolan took the suit and left for his “house.”

…

Nolan climbed into the hollowed tree he called home. It wasn’t much, but it was cozy. He took his helmet, cape and gloves off. He then opened up the suit protector.

Nolan: Wow.

The suit looked amazing. It was white, with a golden vest, a purple tie, and a pink collar. It was a definite change from the greys and blacks that made up almost all of Nolan’s clothes, but it was also an improvement.

Maybe this “Princess Prom” would actually be fun. Nolan needed a break just as much as Adora did, even if he wouldn’t admit it. He put the suit on, then his helmet. All things considered, he thought he looked pretty good. Nolan was ready to flirt with guys and make sure no one dies.

…

Nolan walked into the front entrance. He made sure to only come with his grapples, not wanting to cause a fuss at the front desk. He had been given his surprisingly big guard staff. How did they get anything done carrying these gigantic pieces of actual ice around?

The prom had yet to start, so Nolan walked over to Princess Frosta, wanting to make a good first impression. She was going over the food with the chefs.

Princess Frosta: No no no! Twelve to a plate! If I have to do it myself I will, but could you please at least try?!

The chef she was talking to ran off crying. This was off to a great start.

Ghost: Your highness, I come here under the ancient rules of hospitality. I understand my purpose is to keep peace, but to not evoke any conflict myself. I am at your command.

Nolan kneeled in front of her. He really needed to make a good first impression. Considering how all of the other princesses were very much afraid of him, Nolan couldn’t risk making a bad first impression. This night had to go off without a hitch.

Princess Frosta: Under the rules of hospitality, the Kingdom of Snows welcomes you. We trust that there will be no conflict tonight, and that you will do your best to keep the peace. You may rise.

Nolan stood up.

Princess Frosta: Please familiarize yourself with the castle. You will be patrolling it, so it is important you know it’s layout. If you see conflict, do your best to put an end to it. Peacefully, or otherwise. Is that clear?

For an 11 year old, she was surprisingly intense.

Ghost: Yes, your majesty.

Princess Frosta: In that case, welcome to the All Princess Ball.

…

Nolan spent a good amount of time familiarizing himself with the castle. By the time the party started, Nolan knew where each bathroom was, the location of the runestone, where every kitchen was, and the safety bunkers for if things got out of hand. Safe to say, Nolan was so ready for this ball.

Nolan saw Adora walk in with Glimmer. She looked tense.

Ghost: Adora! There you are.

Adora turned her head to Nolan. Glimmer was looking off at something else, who knows what.

Adora: Oh, hey Ghost. You look good.

Ghost: You too. Did the Queen give you something to wear too?

What? Angella gave Ghost something to wear? Why? How?

Adora: What?

Ghost: Never mind, I’m glad to see you here. You’ve been so busy getting Princess to join the alliance, I’d say you’ve earned a break.

Adora chuckled nervously.

Adora: Yeah, well, a don’t really have the best track record when it comes to breaks.

Oh, right. Nolan clenched his fist. He had heard about what happened at Mystacore, he was just upset that he wasn’t there. For Shadow Weaver to manipulate Adora like that, even after she’s left the Horde. It enraged Nolan.

Ghost: Well anyways, you should probably go say hi to the princess.

Adora: Good idea! Come on Glimmer!

Glimmer: Huh-

Adora pulled Glimmer with her, catching the loud child off guard.

Adora stopped in front of the princess and bowed her head. Nolan didn’t see her face when she looked up, but he heard what she said, high-tech helmet and all.

Adora: That’s the princess? But she’s like, ten!

Nolan facepalmed. Goddammit Adora.

Frosta: I’m eleven and three quarters.

Well, so much for HER first impression.

Glimmer: Revered hostess, we come into your hall under the ancient rules of hospitality.Bringing greetings from Brightmoon, and She-Ra the legendary Princess of Power.

Please, save this loud child.

Princess Frosta: You’re welcome in the Kingdom of Snows under the ancient rules of hospitality. Leave conflict at the door, and please enjoy the ball.

Here's to hoping they heard that last part. Nolan was under strict orders; If any conflict was to urise, he was to deal with it. If that meant having to detain his best friend, so be it.

Adora bowed again.

Adora: Thank you your mah-

Adora was ushered off by the guards. It was clear that she had made a terrible first impression. Her only hope now was to smooth things over later. Adora was talking with Glimmer now, Nolan walked over to them. He smacked Adora on the back off the head.

Ghost: What was that?

Adora: Neither of you thought to mention that she was a little kid?

Glimmer: You did all of that research, and you didn’t figure that out?

Ghost: I was sort of busy being here, and making sure that the ball was ready to go.

This wasn’t going well at all.

Glimmer: You know what, it’s fine. We can save this.

Ghost: Agreed. You need to find her later, and smooth things over with her.

Glimmer: However…

Ghost: However?

Glimmer: The ball is long enough for you to talk to her later. Now come on, we’ve got a party to enjoy!

Glimmer grabbed Adora’s hand and pulled her off.

There went Nolan’s plan. Oh well, Glimmer was right. Besides, Adora really needed a break, an actual break. This ball could be a good chance for her to have fun and mingle. Hell, Nolan could use some of that himself.

Nolan walked over to the orderves table. There was a tall prince, asking the chef about the deviled eggs.

Prince: Wait, so these weren’t going to be baby chicks.

The chef looked dead inside. Nolan was familiar with the look.

Chef: No your majesty, all eggs used are completely unfertilized. The only animals that were harmed were the ones used for meat.

Prince: Oh, cool! Man, I wonder how the chickens do that, decide which egg gets to be a baby, and which doesn't. Do you know?

The prince looked to see that the chef had left to who knows where.

Prince: Hello? Helloooo? Huh, well they probably had something cooking.

Nolan walked up to the prince. He needed something to do, and talking to some random hot guy was the perfect distraction.

Ghost: You know, the best way to eat those is with a little bit of salt. Not many people know that, they all think that you're good with some paprika.

The prince turned to Nolan, and looked down at him. God, he was tall.

Prince: Whoa, are you a robot?!

Finally, someone who didn’t know who Nolan was.

Ghost: Actually, this is a helmet. It lets me see through almost anything.

Prince: Really! How many fingers am I holding behind my back.

Nolan was loving this.

Ghost: Hmmm, my all seeing mask says… three!

The tall prince was completely awestruck.

Prince: Oh my gods! You can see through me! That’s so cool!

Nolan and the prince both laughed, Nolan stuck his hand out for a handshake.

Ghost: People call me Ghost.

The prince’s laughter disappeared.

Prince: Ghost?

Oh great, here it comes.

The prince stepped back, and then quickly walked away.

Prince: Uh, I just remembered that I have a… thing, with some friends. Bye!

Well, at least he tried not to hurt Nolan’s feelings. Most people just slapped his helmet and ran off yelling, “Monster! Freak! Murderer! Someone please help me!” They were right of course, but it still hurt.

Nolan looked around. There wasn’t really much to do, except keep patrolling. He walked towards the front entrance, making sure everything was okay. He saw Adora with a crying Glimmer on one of the balconies, but that wasn’t really his business.

Then, Nolan heard trumpets blowing. Another guest had arrived. Nolan looked to the entrance. Who else was arriving? Nolan had a list of every attending Prince, Princess, and plus-one. There were no more planned-

Oh.

Oh no.

Steward: Announcing the arrival of Princess Scorpia, and her companion, Catra of the Magicats.

Nolan rushed up to Adora. She was still staring from a balcony.

Ghost: Adora, it’s

Adora: I noticed. We have to stop her.

Ghost: I have a plan, we just need to stay… Adora?

Nolan turned to see that Adora had made a sprint for Scorpia and Catra.

Dang it Adora, you can’t just run in headfirst! Nolan watched from the balcony as Adora confronted Catra and Scorpia. Honestly, if they just talked this would have been over so much sooner.

…

Nolan kept a close eye on Catra and Adora. He could have helped Glimmer with Scorpia, but: A, he didn’t like Glimmer, and B, It’s Scorpia. She couldn’t lie to save her life.

Then the dance came. Oh Etheria, the dance. Nolan had seen Adora and Catra be clueless, hopeless romantics back in the Horde and that was when they were all barely ten. Now, they were basically flirting, and neither of them seemed to have any idea. It was almost adorable, if it wasn’t so unbearable.

Nolan would’ve joined in the dance, but he didn’t think it was a good idea. He only ever knew what dancing was because of Razz, and her “dancing” left much to be desired.

Nolan was so lost in thought, that he hadn’t noticed that the music had stopped. Adora was under ice, Frosta standing in front of her, Catra looking smug as she always did.

Frosta: She-Ra, Princess of Power; you have made a fool of, and completely disrespected the ancient rules of hospitality. Your invitation to the all princess ball has been revoked, and your rebellion is no longer welcomed in the Kingdom of Snows.

And then there was a quake. A quake that shook the entirety of Frosta’s castle. Nolan looked at the support pillars. They had all been blown off. Pieces of ice were falling from the- PIECES OF ICE WERE FALLING!

Nolan jumped and saved a royal guest. He hooked Netossa around her arm, and pulled her away. He pulled the tall prince out, and ended up dipping him. It was very awkward. And hot, it was also very hot.

Ghost: Can you help get people to safety?

Prince: What?

Ghost: Can you help get people to safety?! I need to stop the ice from falling, can you help people evacuate?!

Prince: Yes!

Nolan stopped dipping him, and grappled away.

Ghost: Then go!

He caught a large piece, and swung it into a wall. He was almost crushed by a piece, but was able to crack it with the staff into smaller pieces that then hit the ground below. Nolan swung over to a wall and hung there.

This was too much. Nolan couldn’t keep this up for much longer. He was beginning to get-

…

Nolan woke up. He looked around. He was in a Brightmoon healing room. He felt his head, his helmet was off! He looked to a nearby table, and saw it, quickly putting it on. That ended up being a mistake when he got a huge headache. He heard a door open. He saw Queen Angella walk in, followed by a woman with black hair.

Angella: I really wish that you would tell me more about these “healing” spells.

So this woman was a sorceress?

Sorcerer: All you need to know is that they work. Come on Angella, have faith in your sister.

Sister?

Ghost: Excuse me, what happened?

Angella and the woman turned to look at Nolan. They were clearly surprised that he was awake.

Sorcerer: Oh, you’re awake. I see that you’ve found your helmet.

Nolan blushed a bit under his helmet.

Ghost: I wear it for a reason, just promise not to tell anyone.

The Sorcerer looked to the queen. She nodded.

Sorcerer: Seeing as how you’ve been a valuable asset to the Rebellion, I guess that I can forget what I saw.

That worked for Nolan,

Angella: Castaspella, will you please fill Ghost in on current events. I have an urgent meeting to attend to.

Nolan watched as the queen left. She was clearly upset by something, but what? Wait a minute, what had happened? Nolan had been at the ball, and then… Adora!

Nolan jumped up, and grabbed Castaspella by her arms.

Ghost: Where’s Adora?!

Castaspella: Adora is fine. She was able to make it out of the ball unharmed.

Nolan sighed. That was a relief, at least.

Castaspella: However, Princess Glimmer and Bow were captured… by the Horde Force Captain named Catra.

What? No, Catra wouldn’t, she wouldn’t. Would she?

Nolan winced, he had a massive headache. Castaspella helped him back on to the healing table.

Ghost: What happened?

Castaspella: I young man brought you to us. He said that he watched you get hit by a large block of ice, and fall to the ground. When he lifted the ice off of you, you were unconscious. He brought you to me, in Mystacore. I did what I could, and then had you transferred here. You should be back to fighting shape in a few days.

Nolan jumped off of the table, and leaned against a wall.

Ghost: You said that Princess Glimmer and Bow were captured. Is Adora planning a rescue mission?

Castaspella hesitated to tell him.

Castaspella: Yes.

Nolan walked for the door, making it clear that she wouldn’t stop him.

Ghost: Then I better be back to fighting shape in a few minutes.

With that, Nolan walked out the door, and fell on his face. Castaspella helped him up.

Ghost: Thank you… Could you please take me to where the planning is taking place?

Castaspella snickered, and helped Nolan to the war room.

Castaspella: By the way, and I know this may not be the best time, but what sweater size do you wear?

What?

Ghost: What’s a sweater?

Castaspella stopped dead in her tracks. She actually started tearing up.

Castaspella: You have had such a rough life.

Nolan didn’t need the reminder.

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Black Coffee & Pumpkin Pie: Chapter 5

AO3 || Buy Me a Coffee

The downside to asking someone to a dance was going shopping for new clothes for said dance. While Neal had a suit, it didn't seem to be enough for Jefferson, who had dragged him to a clothing store and was insisting on a tuxedo, instead of a regular suit. It was only a few days until the dance, so Jefferson had been very pushy.

"So, did you find a date to the ball?"

"Uh, yeah. I asked Emma, actually. We've decided that she's going to wear purple and I'm going to accet her."

Jefferson raised an eyebrow. "Emma Nolan?"

"Yeah? What of it?"

"Nothing. I'm just glad you found a date. I didn't realize you had been getting that close to her."

He shrugged. "Well, she and I just started talking, and I offered to help her plan her trip to New Orleans with her friends."

Jefferson nodded. "Ah that's right. I've heard they're very excited to go. That was really nice of you to offer. I'm sure you were able to give them places they never would have thought of."

"How did you know that?"

"Captain Lucas-Fa was talking about it. Her daughters are part of the group going."

"Jefferson, darling! What brings you here? I thought we had you fitted for a tuxedo a couple weeks ago. Don't tell me there's a problem with what you bought," a blonde woman said with a small frown as she approached them.

Laughter escaped Jefferson as he clapped Neal on the shoulder. "Not at all, Ana. My tux is perfectly fine, so is Victor's. I'm here to help Neal here find a tuxedo. He's our newest firefighter and he had the nerve to invite Emma Nolan to be his date."

"Oh! Well that's exciting. We'll make sure to find you the perfect suit then," she said with a smile. "You can just go straight on back. Cyrus will take all your measurements. If you need anything just come find me. I'm Anastasia, the owner."

Neal nodded, and before long, he was on a pedestal in front of a mirror, waiting for Cyrus to return with a jacket for him to try on, when he heard the distinctive sound of shoes scooting against the floor of the shop.

"Someone there?"

"Shit."

Ah, someone was there. Neal frowned, getting off the pedestal and moving over to one of the racks, pushing the jackets aside.

He found a teen boy sitting there, curled up against the pole in the middle of the rack, eyes wide as he clutched his phone.

"Oh – uh. Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," Neal said, stepping back so the kid knew he meant no harm.

The teen blinked up at him in surprise. "You aren't gonna call for my dad?"

Neal tilted his head. "Not unless you want me to. Why would I? You seem old enough to be wandering around a suit shop on your own."

The teenager let out a sigh of relief, keeping his voice low in case there was anyone else nearby. "Thank God. I don't want to wear another new suit, but my dad's insisting on it. I just got one last year!"

"Ah, your dad must be some kind of town bigwig, right? Always making sure his family's all perfect looking?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "You can say that again. My dad's Mr. Gold. Second only to Mayor Mills in importance, at least, in his eyes. I'm Gideon. You're that new firefighter from New Orleans, right? Everyone's been talking about you."

"Neal, yeah, that's me. It's nice to meet you, Gideon," he said with a smile. Mr. Gold. This was his half-brother. Neal would have looked like he was in awe, but he managed to keep himself composed as he heard footsteps coming in his direction, and, giving a signal for the teen to keep quiet, and concealed the boy behind the clothing and stepping back up onto his podium in front of the mirror.

"Gideon? Gideon, where are you?"

Neal swallowed tight, looking over at his father appeared before him, walking on a cane. Huh. He hadn't known that.

"Ah, Mr. Cassidy, right? Have you seen a teenager run by here? He's late for his fitting," his father asked, looking at Neal with a small frown.

Neal shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "Oh – I'm sorry sir, but I haven't seen anyone run around here."

His father frowned slightly. "Ah. Thank you anyway. I do hope I can find him soon, he's late for his fitting…"

Neal had a feeling the teen was just being overdramatic, and gave Gold a wry smile. "Yeah, well, you know how teenage boys can be. Suits are stuffy and the worst thing in the world. He's just lucky to have a dad like you to teach him all the ins and outs of looking good as a man. I mean, my mom did her best, but…" he trailed off, shrugging a little. The ball was in his court now.

"I'm sorry, your father passed?"

Neal rubbed the back of his head. "It's more complicated than that. I had one until I was thirteen but he… wasn't the best, to put it mildly. And then I was in foster care with a single mom."

Gold frowned. "That is something no child should have to go through. You have my sympathies."

He nodded a little. "Thank you. Don't get me wrong, my adoptive mom is great, couldn't have asked for a better mother in my life but… there were some things that a dad would have just known how to do better, you know?"

"Of course. I too didn't have much of a father growing up. Which is why I'm trying to do the best I can for my sons," his father replied, before a yelp and a thud interrupted the conversation.

Gideon suddenly rolled out of his hiding spot, and Neal hid his laughter behind his hand.

"There you are, Gideon. Come now, James is waiting for you. It was nice to speak with you, Mr. Cassidy."

"You as well, Mr. Gold."

When Gideon turned to look at Neal when their father was distracted, Neal only shrugged helplessly and waved as his own tailor reappeard with pieces for him to try on, but Neal found himself quite distracted with the conversation he had shared with his father.

Neal was starting to think everything he'd been told about his father was wrong.

"You finally did it? What was he like, Neal?" Eudora's calm voice asked as he got himself ready for the ball.

"He… was kind. Just like any other father. I have… I have a half-brother too, Mama. He's a few years younger than me."

"That's wonderful, honey. Did you tell him who you were?"

Neal's hesitation was enough for Eudora to sigh. "I know you're scared, Neal, but your father has been missing you for seventeen years. Nom atter what happens, you'll always be my son. You finding your birth father will never change that."

He sighed, looking at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. "I know, Mama. I'll tell him soon, I promise. And I'll take lots of pictures tonight and send them to you."

"You better! And tell me all about that girl that's caught your eye!" came Tiana's distant voice from the other end of the line.

Neal chuckled as he grabbed his coat, putting it on against the autumn chill of Maine.. "Yeah, yeah. I promise. I'll call you later, Tia." And with that, Neal ended the call, making his way to the location of the ball.

"Hi Neal…"

Emma walked up to him in her deep purple dress, hair tied back in a low bun, with ringlets of her hair framing her face.

He stared, his heart beating rapidly against his chest as he smiled at her, trying to conceal his shaking hands. "Wow… Emma, you look amazing."

She blushed. "Thanks… you look pretty sharp yourself. Are you excited?"

He nodded. "Yeah… I really am, especially since I'm here with someone like you… although if I step on your feet, I'm sorry."

She laughed, handing her leather jacket to the attendant. "You can't be any worse than the guy I went to senior prom with. I thought he was going to break my toe – he never noticed when he stepped on my foot."

Neal couldn't help but wince, holding out his arm for her and heading into the ballroom.

The hall was decorated in hues of red, orange and brown, perfect for the fall season and the celebration of firefighters.

"Damn, I didn't think this place could look this sharp…"

Emma giggled, quirking a brow and smirking. "What, were you expecting something less because we're a small town?"

"I didn't say that."

She laughed. "I'm not offended, don't worry. I know Storybrooke has been a big culture shock for you."

"Not as much as you might think. I even have a waitress who knows I like fry sauce. Makes it feel more like New Orleans," he smirked, winking at her.

"Well, you know, a waitress has to be helpful, doesn’t she? Customer is always right and all that. Come on, what should we do first?"

"Oh – uh, well, you're the expert on this dance."

Emma grinned. "We can just mingle for now. Regina and Uncle Robin will do the opening dance first," she explained.

"Uncle? Chief Hood is your uncle?"

"By marriage. Technically. It's complicated, but I've called him that my whole life. Why stop now, y'know?"

"Yeah, believe me, I get it. Family can be messed up sometimes."

"Sounds like the new firefighter has a few secrets."

Neal couldn't help but smirk. "Isn't that why most people come to small towns? To try to protect their secrets that haunt them from the big city?"

"What is this, a Lifetime movie?"

"Hopefully with a better ending."

Although, with how… controlling his mother and stepfather could be, Neal wasn't sure if he had high hopes for that if the story came out that he was Baelfire.

And with Alice here… as much as he trusted her, he didn't know if Uncle Roger was doing any detective work for Killian. Providing the two of them were even talking, of course.

"Neal? You okay?" Emma's voice cut in, breaking him from his thoughts.

He shook himself from his thoughts and looked at her with a smile. "Sorry, I was just stuck in my own thoughts."

"Well that's good. Welcome back to reality then, because Grandpa Robin and Grandma Regina are going to do the first dance."

"We better get a good spot to watch it then… I don't want to get reprimanded for not having enough pride."

"You saved my brother. Grandpa Robin would never think that of you. That, or Regina would never let him do it in public," Emma smirked, guiding him to the front of the crowd just as the music began to play.

He felt like he was in a fairytale as he looked around the ballroom, people dressed in their finest outfits, and the more controlled dancing people were doing, rather than the grinding motions of a high school prom or homecoming. Everything felt so elegant, and Neal was suddenly starting to feel very out of place.

"Hey, don't worry about it, okay? This dance is just for fun," Emma said with a smile when she noticed the look on his face. "It's just a dance."

"Do I look out of place?"

"If you keep making that kicked-puppy look you will," she teased. "Just think of it as prom, only without the copious amounts of Axe stinking up the air."

He let out a snort, hiding the grin behind his hand as Chief Hood and Regina danced by them, and he smiled, and slowly, other couples began to join them. Neal put a hand on the small of Emma's back and followed suit, trying to keep with the tempo of the song.

"You know, you aren't so bad at dancing, Neal. You sure you've never been to a dance like this before?"

He chuckled. "Well, my mama liked to dance. She said her husband taught her. They'd make a big show of it, especially at Mardi Gras."

"Your mom sounds like a great woman."

"She is. I'll give you the address to her restaurant when your friends go to New Orleans. She'd love to meet some people from Storybrooke."

"Sounds like fun!"

"I'm sure you'll love it… and she and Tia have been dying to meet someone from Storybrooke."

He glanced over across the room, smiling softly as he saw Alice happily dancing with the woman he'd seen her with weeks before. She caught his gaze and gave him a knowing smirk that had him blushing and turning back to Emma.

"So uh – you're in college, right?"

Emma nodded. "I am. Studying criminal justice. I'd like to be a detective like my dad is."

Neal grinned. "I think that's so cool, Emma. Maybe you'll end up in New York solving high profile crimes and get a TV show based on your exploits."

She laughed. "Well, I don't think I'd go that far. But I would like to go far in my career and get out of this little town. That's why we wanted to go to New Orleans. There's life there. There'es excitement there. More than just firefighters pulling stupid kids out of a closed down mine. No offense."

"None taken," he laughed. "Who knows, you might come across a mystery in New Orleans – there's a lot of history there y'know."

"Hmm, sounds interesting. What, are you trying to run me out of town or something?"

"Not at all. I'd hate for you to leave town after we only just met," he smirked.

Emma returned the look, and the dance went on. Neal wasn't sure how long the two of them stayed on the dance floor, but by the time she'd pulled him off to meet some of her other friends.

"I know you've got your firehouse buddies, but I figured you might want to meet some more people around your age too," Emma explained as they took a seat at one of the large tables. "This is Alex, Lily, Dawn, Phillip, Yue, Eliza, Roland and Elaine. Guys, this is Neal. He's the one helping me plan the New Orleans trip!"

Neal waved nervously, taking a small sip of punch. "Nice to meet you all. I hope you all enjoy your trip to New Orleans."

"Ohh, so you're the new firefighter. Dad mentioned you. Glad to meet you officially. I'm Roland Hood," the dark-haired man said. "And thanks for helping us with our trip. I know it's making dad and Regina feel better that you're involved."

He shugged. "Well, there's really only so much I can do in the end. It's still your trip after all."

"Heyyyy," Lily crooned from the other side of the table. "I have an idea, Neal. Why don't you come with us? I'm sure you'd love to have an opportunity to go visit your family, right?"

Neal missed the quick, frantic look on Emma's face as he turned to Lily. "Uh – what? You guys seem real tight, I wouldn't want to impede on your trip," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

She shrugged. "Well, if you're sure."

"So how's Bobby doing, Emma? It's a shame he had to miss the ball tonight," Elaine said with a small frown.

"Better, thanks Elaine. Dr. Whale says he should be released from the hospital soon. In time for Thanksgiving or Christmas, we're hoping."

The conversation, mercifully, changed to their families, and Neal slowly felt himself relax around the group, glancing casually around the room, before spotting Mr. Gold looking right at him.

"Ignore Mr. Gold. He's just a weird dude who thinks anyone new in town could be his son," Roland suddenly said, having followed Neal's gaze. "Not that I don't think that case is weird andcrazy, but still. I hear he's been harassing my step-mom's sister about it. Just ignore him. He'll stop bugging you eventually."

Neal's throat suddenly went dry, and he swallowed thick before pushing for more. "What happened? His son went missing?"

"Yeah, his ex-wife and her new husband took him in the middle of the night and went off the grid. No one's been able to find him since. The cops tore the east coast apart trying to find him, and even the FBI was involved. It was like magic. Eventually some nun came forward and admitted she helped them escape, but said she had no idea where they went. Dad says she's doing time for aiding and abetting kidnappers. It's so crazy that a nun would do that."

Neal whistled, his heart pounding against his ribs. "That sounds like the sort of thing you'd want to solve, Emma."

Emma snorted. "Yeah, maybe. But you know my dreams lie in a big city."

"Could be your big break before you move to the big city though and leave us all in the dust," Dawn teased. "But I remember my mom and ad talking about the case. They said Mr. Gold closed down his pawn shop for weeks."

His stomach was in a knot. He knew the case was bad, but getting all of these details was starting to make him feel ill.

This needed to end. He needed to come clean.

Setting his punch cup on the table, Neal rose from his seat, drawing attention from the others.

"Neal? What's the matter?" Emma asked.

"I need to speak with someone. I'll be back, I promise."

Gathering his courage, he slowly made his way over to his father, who gave him a raised brow as he approached.

"Ah, Mr. Cassidy, right? What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Gold – sorry – Papa. I… it's me. It's Baelfire."

His stepmother's eyes widened, his brother started choking on the water he was sipping, and his father lost all color in his face, before his eyes narrowed sharply.

"Prove it. Prove that you're my son."

He couldn't say he didn't expect this. "You and Milah got married in the woods because she said she didn't have any family, but she did. You got your leg injury during Operation Desert Storm trying to protect a child from harm. You have an old-fashioned spinning wheel in your house. Or at least, you did when I was born…"

His father's face shifted from doubt to shock. "Yes… that's all correct. Oh Bae… I can't believe it. But – what about that story you told? About foster care?"

"I ran away from them when I was thirteen. Decided to go by Neal Cassidy so no one would ask questions. Ended up in New Orleans. Eudora took me in when she found me digging around in the dumpster outside her restaurant, and adopted me a year later," he said softly. "I wanted to know about you, and Milah and Killain refused, but Eudora was supportive. She's the reason I ended up back here."

Aiden rose from his seat, leaning against his cane and embracing Neal with his other arm. "I owe her a debt of gratitude. Welcome home, son."

#black coffee and pumpkin pie #fanfiction #swanfire #emma swan #neal cassidy #rumplestiltskin

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