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greenbagjosh · 1 year ago

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Friday 7 August 1998 and Saturday 8 August 1998 - Double feature - overfull compartment to Zürich with the Sommer Spezial - Street Parade Energy 98 - a day full of whistles

Friday 7 August 1998 Hi everyone Are you all keeping cool, reasonably hydrated and safe from natural disasters? Some parts of the USA are experiencing heat waves, and others may also be experiencing heavy rain. As for Europe, from this Wednesday the 8th August it should cool down. I heard about the 110+ F / 45+ C temperatures in Spain / Portugal. Temperatures you would expect in Las Vegas.

I would like to take a moment with my twenty year stories, and kind of look back on an incident that took place in Tanzania and in Kenya. And we would soon learn of an entity which would shake up the USA about three years later under a different presidential administration. But if you are reading this, then I have survived. The events took place about 9:30 AM Munich time. I wanted to be as objective as I can about this. It is a tragedy indeed, that any building representing the USA overseas permanent diplomatic mission, is bombed in an otherwise peaceful nation. To not name the individuals or groups, for reasons of not giving them any publicity, I leave it to the reader, to look up the 7th August 1998 Nairobi or Dar Es Salaam. I also do not want to comment on the US government at the time, their actions after this incident, pair of embassy bombings, I think if you are interested to know the details that you might be able to look them up on your own time and draw your own conclusions.

I consider myself lucky to only hear about the incident on the radio news and in the Abendzeitung (evening newspaper), and not have the US Consulate either in München or Frankfurt am Main having been bombed. Otherwise it would no longer be safe for me to remain in Germany that year, and I would not complete my Werkstudenttätigkeit at Widgetmeister International.

So with that in mind, I was glad to know that I had two first class train reservations for Saturday 8th August 1998, from München Hbf to Zürich HB and back, for about 178.00 D-Mark. I also had to get a reservation to the Hotel Rümlang as that was the only online hotel for a cheap price that I could find, I think for CHF 120 including breakfast (CHF 110 without) - because the youth hostel on Mutschellenstrasse 114 in Zürich was fully booked. What happened that day on the train had nothing to do with the actions in Nairobi or Dar Es Salaam. But I was happy to get away from everything and have a good time.

There was not much to say for today, the 8th and 9th I am not sure. Have a good day / afternoon / evening / night.

Saturday 8 August 1998

Its about time for AA 1216 to board so ill leave you with my Saturday 8th August 1998 story, to forget about the days events from Friday the 7th August ????????, at least for the weekend.

Hi everyone, I hope yesterday's (Friday 7th August 1998, https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwi4hpSxlNfcAhUFA6wKHTCZAmIQFjAAegQICRAB&url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2F1998_United_States_embassy_bombings&usg=AOvVaw2wSjcDu0gGCCx2vIhyVSfu) story was objective enough. That event was certainly frightening to hear about, but it did not change my plans for the weekend of 8th and 9th August to go to Zürich for the Street Parade.

To give a summary of the day's events

woke up about 6;30 AM, took shower, shut off my alarm clock so it would not go off on Sunday the 9th

made sure I had my passport and two train tickets to and from Zürich HB

took bus 37 to Arabellapark, U4 to München Hauptbahnhof

found EC 92 train to Zürich and my compartment in the rear of the train, had total of seven in a compartment meant for six

heard "Jeanny" by Falco on the radio, was a very controversial song in the 1980s

between Buchloe and Memmingen had breakfast on train in restaurant car

was confronted by German border police but no drugs were found

had passport stamped in Bregenz by Austrian border guards

Arrived about 12:30 PM in Zürich HB, went to tracks 21-24 for S-Bahn train to Rümlang via Oerlikon and Glattbrugg ZH

checked into Hotel Rümlang, left clothes bag in room and took S-Bahn to Zürich HB, about 2 PM

toured around the Limmatquai, Bürkliplatz, Paradeplatz, Utoquai, Quaianlagen Park

about 8:30 PM tried to find place to eat in Niederdorferstrasse, everything full, even Johanniter

Did one more walk along Niederdorferstrasse past the Grossmünster

walked to Zürich HB and had a hot dog for dinner, less of a crowd about 10:30 PM

took S-Bahn about 11:15 PM to Rümlang, arrive at hotel about 11:55 PM

sleep That was pretty much my first day in Zürich for that weekend.

The 8th August 1998 was a sunny Saturday morning, where I had planned to go to Zürich for the Street Parade. As there was no room at the Zürich Hostel on Mutschellenstrasse 114, I had to plan for a night at a regular hotel. There were no online bookable hotels that I could find for 8th August in Zürich, that were below 140 CHF, so I found one in Rümlang, on the west side of the Kloten airport runway, for 120 CHF with breakfast. I also had two tickets, 89 D-Mark apiece, to go from München to Zürich, and Zürich to München on the 9th.

I woke up about 6:30 AM, took a shower, had a small snack, took my supply of about six soda cans to add to my nonalcoholic swig bottle (usually coke or similar and Fanta Lemon or Fanta Orange), and shut off my alarm so on Sunday it would not disturb anyone. Then I was ready to go to the bus stop to get to München Hbf. I took the line 37 to Arabellapark, then U-4 to Hauptbahnhof. By the time I arrived on the main line platforms, I found the SBB first class car where my ticket was reserved for. About 8:30 AM the train left, and the compartment was overfilled, namely seven instead of six people. One guy I think was about 19 years old had his girlfriend along, planning to go to the Street Parade. His mother was also in the compartment. It was not easy to get photos from the compartment window, but I managed a few. The train announcement was a failure, all the German portion was garbled or even momentarily cut off, and the English portion was marginally understandable. The audio equipment on the train was not doing well that day.

About 9:15 AM the train arrived in Buchloe, my ticket was punched, and I was free to go to the dining car. The dining car had full service that day. I ordered scrambled eggs with ham and potatoes (similar to those from the song "Chatanooga Choo Choo"). The waiter also served coffee, with one pitcher for coffee and the other for heated milk. That tasted great. The train arrived about 9:40 AM in Memmingen. The German border police made a preemptive search, and while I was eating my breakfast still, two of the men asked me to go into the corridor (this is a true story) and they looked everywhere in my George-Costanza-wallet. ?????????????? They found only D-Mark and some Swiss Francs, but no drugs of any kind. They told me to put everything back the way it was and they let me go back to my breakfast. That was not a particularly fun experience but at least I was free. Most of the rest of the journey went without incident, other than the Austrian border police giving me a stamp in my passport for Bregenz, ????and the Swiss conductor taking a look at my ticket and giving it a punch as well. The train did not stop in Oerlikon, so I had to go to Zürich HB. The train arrived at 12:30 in Zürich HB. I had to go underground to the then-platforms 21 to 24 (now they are 41 to 44) and find the S-Bahn train to Rümlang via Oerlikon and Glattbrugg. Also I had to pay the 8.80 CHF for the 24 hour pass for the Zürich fare zone.

Because I did not know the way to the hotel (no Google in August 1998 and most people did not have cellphones), I asked the way, and a bus driver going off his shift offered to take me there and it was a half mile drive. He did not ask for any money and even when I offered, he declined. The Swiss can be very kind that way. I checked into my room for 120 CHF. It was on the ground floor, no air conditioning but with openable window, and was adjacent to an elementary school that was closed for the summer break. Rümlang other than the planes flying by, due to it being close to the Zürich international airport, was very quiet.

I walked to the Rümlang train station and caught the S-Bahn to Zürich HB. It was full of people headed to the city center. Most were heading towards the General Guisan Quai and Bellevueplatz, about a mile south where the Limmat opens up to Lake Zürich. People were more or less dressed like at the Love Parade in Berlin, that is where I heard about the Street Parade. The day was mostly sunny, I think the temperature was around 85 to 90 F, about 30 to 32 C.

The main point of action is at General Guisan Quai turning at Bellevueplatz on to Utoquai, that is the route of the Lovemobiles, where people are on caged flat-bed trucks travelling about 3 mph. In 1998 they went in a clockwise direction, but every subsequent Street Parade I attended, 2003, 2004 and 2017, they went counterclockwise in the opposite direction. Lovemobiles may have about 30 to 40 people dancing along to music, and between the Lovemobiles, there can be about 100+ people dancing along. One of the difficult jobs are, the Lovemobile drivers, and also the security staff, who make sure that dancers, officially affiliated or not, are kept safe. The Lovemobiles take up the same space as an 18 wheeler truck and must be yielded the right of way that they deserve. Also the police and city janitors have it rough too, keeping the peace and keeping the streets clean (I feel bad for the janitors for the day after, cleaning up the broken glass bottles on the street)

The other places to see music played, are along the Limmatquai, Bürkliplatz, Paradeplatz, and the Niederdorferstrasse. All those were full of pedestrians, and the roads that normally had trams running, they were rerouted for the day. For example, if I wanted to go from the hostel in Wollishofen, I would have to take the tram 7 to the Neue Börse and take the S-4 or S-10 to Zürich HB.

It was so easy to lose sense of time. About 8 PM I was getting hungry and wanted to find somewhere to eat. The Niederdorferstrasse was so full, most places had no seating left. Even the Brasserie Johanniter was full, and maybe there would be a half hour waiting time. So I went back to the Bellevueplatz. About 10:30 PM I decided to call it a day, go back to Zürich HB, and find some place not with such a long line. There was a place selling hot dogs. I had two hot dogs and a Sprite, for about 5.50 CHF. I sat around for a half hour. At 11:10 PM I went to the platforms 21 to 24 for the train to Rümlang. I caught the train and it was still quite full. The train reached Rümlang at 11:35 PM and I walked back to the hotel. It must have been 11:55 PM when I reached my room. There was no curfew but I had to use my key to enter from the outside.

My room had a color TV with international channels. I watched a bit of the Swiss channels, then M6 with French videos, such as"Cruel Summer" with Alliage and Ace of Base, same people who sang "all that she wants", "Soirée Disco" by Boris https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wg5YSG_SDac, "Je danse le MIA" by IAM and "This is how we party" by Soap. I went to sleep around 1:10 AM. That was one long day and I was worn out from so much walking and dancing and such.

Next is a nice relaxing morning at the hotel, roundabout journey in the Forch valley and back through Uster and Stettbach, lunch at the Brasserie Johanniter, something different on the seasonal menu, journey up to the Uto-Kulm viewing point, and train ride home.

Ten more days of living in Europe and eventually I fly home. I will try to write stories in advance and have them ready on the exact days from 20 years ago. Hope you enjoyed so far. Until next time. Gute Nacht!

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mileapokp1677 · 2 years ago

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Three Steps to Win You (CH 19)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: Daddy Chan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 19

(Tankhun POV)

Tuesday Morning - Theerapanyakul Residence

"P', this is really good," Kim said while chewing on the sandwich that Tankhun brought home last night. As soon as he woke up this morning and finished taking a shower, Tankhun immediately heated up the two sandwiches for Kim and Pa's breakfast.

"Yes, it's really good, son. I don't think you've ever bought this before. Is there a new Deli near campus?" asked Pa, who also seemed to be enjoying the sandwich very much.

"No, Pa, the Deli is a bit far from campus, but worth every mile," said Tankhun.

"P', are you sure this is gluten free bread? It doesn't taste like one at all," Kim insisted, his mouth still chewing nonstop. "Ah~ so good."

"I'm sure, unless Chan lied to me," Tankhun replied without a second thought. “We had lunch together at his regular Deli yesterday. He bought this sandwich for you and Pa.”

"Cap!? Really? Then, I have no doubts.”

"Why, you, little-"

"Cap?" interrupted Pa in a questioning tone.

Ah, Pa ~

One more member of his family he had to lie to. His damn mouth!

"Pa~~! I forgot you don't know about this... P’ is-"

"Kim," Tankhun warned.

"Sorry, P', not my story to tell. I shut my mouth now."

Pa looked at him with gentle eyes, patiently waiting for Tankhun's explanation, while the scientist started to feel very bad. He actually had no desire to involve Pa at all, but telling him the truth now would make things even more complicated. There was no other choice, he needed to be strong and finish his plan to the end. It was only for three months, and he was determined that Pa would not be affected by this matter at all, but even if he had to, as little as possible.

“I’m dating the BSFC’s Captain, Pa,” confessed Tankhun, as calm as he could.

“The Captain? Chan Knight?” asked Pa. “Ah, no wonder.”

“Yes, Pa, Chan Knight,” confirmed Tankhun. “No wonder… about what?”

He was actually scared to hear Pa’s answer.

“No wonder you’re watching football matches now,” replied Pa calmly.

“What? I didn’t know that,” blurted Kim before Tankhun managed to give any response to Pa.

“Yes, Kim, I heard a couple of times, the voice of the football commentary came from his room," Pa elaborated while smiling. Oh, is that a mischievous smile? Pa hadn't looked this excited about anything in a long time, and Tankhun felt his heart split in two. He hated lying to Pa, but seeing Pa like this made him very happy.

“I thought you only watched the derby that one time. Aw~ P’ that is so sweet.”

Tankhun was so~ ready to pull out his claws to silence Kim, but today, Pa was very spirited. If he didn't know better, he'd think Pa and Kim were working together on purpose to gang up on him.

“He’s also a very handsome man, so it’s understandable if you want to see him in action,” stated Pa, his mischievous smile got even deeper.

Oh God…

Did Pa... just tease him? Tankhun felt like he was back in the old days when Ma was alive. If Ma was still here, both his parents definitely would have ganged up on him to tease him without mercy. Tankhun’s feelings were so mixed at that time, he was unable to speak, like there was something stuck in his throat.

“He’s very kind too, Pa~ and the coolest… Cap is the best!” added Kim. “You won't find anyone better than Cap, P'!"

Pa's smile was shifting from being mischievous to be contented and relieved. He looked so radiant.

Okay~ he needed to stop this Chan praise event ASAP, before Pa expecting something that doesn't exist. If only...

Too soon, remember?

"Oh wow, look at the time," blurted Tankhun with the worst acting ever, but he just couldn't take it anymore. "Kim, we better go now."

"Okay, P'," Kim responded as he grabbed his car keys from the dining table and put them into his jacket pocket. "Drop you at Hattrick as usual?"

"Yes," replied Tankhun. "Pa, we're leaving."

"Tankhun," called Pa as he stood up from his chair and walked over to Tankhun. He then gently held Tankhun's face in both of his hands and said, "All I want for all my sons is for them to find great love in their lives, just as I found great love in your mother."

Oh my God…

"Pa..." replied Tankhun who was so moved by Pa’s words at that time, placing his hands on top of Pa's. "I want it too, Pa, believe me."

Pa just nodded slightly and smiled at him, afterward, he pulled Tankhun's face closer to kiss him on his forehead.

"I wish the best for you and Chan, son. So, when can I meet him?"

Whoa! Mayday… mayday…

"We just started dating, Pa," reasoned Tankhun, hoping Pa wouldn't push him. "Still too soon."

"Okay, okay, I'll just wait for your cue then," Pa responded with a chuckle.

Tankhun kissed Pa’s right cheek. “We better go now, Pa.”

“Yes, of course, have a good day, both of you.”

“You too, Pa!” replied Kim. “See ya!”

******

On the way to the Hattrick, Tankhun checked all the messages and notifications on his social media that he didn't have time to check last night, while Kim, who was driving, sang along to a catchy pop song on the radio. To be honest, Tankhun always thought that Kim has a good singing voice, but football is his life, otherwise Tankhun will ask Kim to enter a music academy.

"The boys are so adorable, all of them," said Tankhun with a laugh.

"Who are you talking about, P'?" Kim asked.

"The BSFC boys," replied Tankhun. "They followed me on Instagram. Wait, let me follow them all back."

"They followed me back too, P’! Can you believe it? Me!” cried Kim.

"It must feel like a dream to you," asked Tankhun.

"You have no idea, P’! I think until this very moment I still haven't woken up from the dream," replied Kim who stunned. "Since last night, I keep pinching myself, it's madness, P'!"

“Aaw~ I’m so happy for you, Kim,” said Tankhun, ruffling Kim’s hair.

“Oy, P’, leave my hair alone!” yelled Kim as he stopped the car in front of the cafe and immediately fixed his hair.

“Thanks, sweetie, have a good day!”

“P, wait!” yelled Kim once again. “How about I just wait for you here? So, you don't have to deal with the paparazzi?”

“No need, Kim. I don’t want you late for class,” rejected Tankhun. “I’m going to be fine, besides I don’t know how long the queue is today.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay, then, if you say so,” said Kim. “Please, give me a call if you need me.”

“I will, see you~” said Tankhun, waving to his youngest brother, who is such a sweetheart most of the time.

******

The queue was quite long today, Tankhun was relieved he didn't ask Kim to wait for him. He would definitely be late for his first class, if he had to wait this long. While waiting for his turn, Tankhun decided to check the messages and DMs on his cellphone which seemed endless.

[TayTay_11]

Doctor T, congratulations! But more importantly, please let me compliment your fashion sense~ those Ferragamo combat boots are to die for!!! Super love! ❤️

[Tankhun T]

Aaaw~ Thank you, Tay! ❤️

[LB_2_Arm]

Doctor T~, OMG!!! This is Arm, and Pol is here with me atm. We need to ask you something. Will you give us permission to write a ff about you and Cap? Your love story is GOLD!

First, Tankhun laughed at Arm and Pol silliness, but then thinking about them truly writing a story about him and Chan made him shudder. No way in hell!

[Tankhun T]

How about never? And don't you ever think, that you two can create a side account to write a ff about me undetected. Believe me, I will hunt you down and will ask Chan to make your life a living hell. OH, how about VP? Any progress? You need to update me about them!

[CB_BIG4]

Doctor T, I just wanted to say, no matter how bizarre your first meeting with Cap was, I'm glad he found you. Thank you for returning his smile.

Wow , that was intense. Big’s DM made Tankhun so fucking curious though, what exactly that infuriating ex from hell had done to Chan!? He needed to ask Porsche about it.

[Tankhun T]

Thank you, Big.

“Next customer!”

Ah, finally it was his turn.

“Oh, Doctor T, it’s you,” greeted the barista. “I’m Macau, Vegas’s brother. Uhm, P' has already explained the consequences of my action to you. I owe you a big apology. So, I'm so sorry, Doctor T."

The boy, who seemed to be about the same age as Kim, looked very apologetic, so Tankhun wasn't going to prolong the matter any longer. After all, it happened quite a long time ago.

"Macau, right?"

The boy nodded. "Yes, Doctor T."

"Let's just forget about it, okay? It's forgiven."

"Thank you," Macau replied, his face looking very relieved. "Large hot Americano, right? Or you want a jumbo size, Doctor T?"

"Large is enough for today, Macau, thank you."

After paying for the coffee and tipping Macau, as usual Tankhun stood at the end of the counter waiting for his Americano to be brewed. While waiting, he decided to read the last DM on his phone, it was from Pete. It was a long one and seemed more intense than Big's.

[Co_Cap_Pete8]

Doctor T, I don't know if the others have tried to contact you or not, but if they did, I wouldn't be surprised. I just hope you don't feel like we're being too presumptuous or crossing the line by sending you a DM like this. But our team is like a family, and like a real family, we protect each other.

Oh my God, was he about to get "the talk" through DMs by the co-captain of BSFC? These boys truly were adorable, they entertained him so much. Still, Tankhun prepared himself to get “the talk.” He definitely would share this with Chan, they’re going to have a good laugh over it.

But, just as Tankhun set out to read the rest of Pete's DM, Macau called out his name, his coffee was ready.

"Your Americano, Doctor T, " said Macau sweetly while handing the hot coffee to Tankhun. "Have a good day."

"Thank you, Macau. Have a good day, too."

First thing first, Tankhun took his first sip of coffee for today before he continued reading Pete's DM.

[Co_Cap_Pete8]

… We all care so much for Cap, and we're so grateful that we can see him laughing like this again. We've been waiting for this moment for a long time. So, thank you very much, Doctor T! We owe you big time! We don't know how we can repay this, but if you need our help, please say so without hesitation.

Apparently it was not the “if you hurt our Cap, we will hurt you back” talk that he expected, but somehow this was way worse and not amusing at all. In fact, Pete's DM had made Tankhun feel very bad about himself, almost as bad as he felt when he heard Pa's words earlier this morning, or when he made Porsche sad that night at the Moonlight. But, he truly never expected that so many people would be so delighted or this keen because of whatever it is that’s been going on between him and Chan. Not only that, some of them even felt very grateful to him, since they all believed he was the reason that making Chan smile and laugh again.

But all of this was fake! Their relationship was fake... and who could guarantee that Chan's smiles and laughs are genuine? He said it himself, with his own mouth, that it was too soon for him to start a new relationship. So, who really knows? Despite what those BSFC boys said.

What have I got myself into?

Tankhun should have accepted Macau’s offer earlier and gotten the jumbo size coffee. But, honestly, he didn’t think it would make things any better, because for the first time since he discovered the Hattrick, he did not find the slightest pleasure in his coffee.

TBC

#daddy chan #tankhun theerapanyakul #chantankhun #au nerd jock #fanfic #kpts fanfic #kinnporsche #vegaspete #slow burn #slow build #everybody is a footballer #kpts boys #kpts #kim theerapanyakul #fake dating #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche la forte #team as family

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1ddotdhq · 4 years ago

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👁 Sun 01 Nov ‘20 🍼

After yesterday’s amazing show (the timey wimey of which was even more wibbly wobbly than we thought- it was only an hour late in SOME markets, there was just a big confusing daylight savings time fail in the announcements), today Liam’s Halloween merch is making quite a splash! There's a mask with his name in a spooky gothic font with classic flash tattoo style doodles, including swallows, a microphone, an eye, several skulls, a weird tongue looking thing, and some lyrics! His T-shirt design is also Halloween themed (or, like - Dia de los Muertos themed, which is different) and has a large skull covered in purple and yellow roses (and patterns), his name, another eye, cobwebs, lightning bolts, and some more swallows. There are indeed designs on the merch that match up with many of Zayn's tattoos but honestly that line art eye looks as much like MY eye as it does Zayn's. I feel like a comparison to Zayn's eye TATTOO would have been more convincing, but that wasn't the conjecture! Meanwhile Zayn and all six of his eyes (tattooed, real, and glasses) were seen again! Twice in ONE DAY, truly a holiday! Late in the day yesterday we got one last treat (or trick, depending on your perspective) from Gigi: a family zelfie of her, Zayn and zaby X in their family-of-geeks costume...oh wait no that's their actual identities! Their costumes were Gigi as not just a videogame character but a specific variant suit (Zero Suit Samus? I guess? *shrugs as if I know what I'm talking about*), and Zayn in his full Slytherin uniform including a jumper and thick glasses he'd left out of his earlier post, smiling down at the zaby in his arms (tiny hulk!! uwu) with a soft happy face. You'd think this would generate discourse, and it has, but mostly people are busy arguing about whether Z is a Slytherin! Messing with peoples' sorting headcanons is no joke, it's an even more surefire way to get the fandom fired up than babies and girlfriends.

A receipt has circulated wildly from an Kuwaiti man who describes an encounter with Louis from Vegas in like 2016 or '17 it seems like. He says Louis walked up to him randomly, touched him and complimented his beard (lol), and then walked away again. A few days later they ran into each other again and Louis (and Oli!) passed by him and - yup! Louis touched his shoulder, complimented him again, and asked if the man remembered him. The guy was like, ‘uh, yeah dude, it's been like a day,’ and then Louis disappeared into the party once more like the vision he is. Our hero was then like, ‘who WAS that man’, googled him, and figured out that yes, he'd been hit on TWICE by an international superstar. In my head, I imagine Louis flitting around being very charming, capturing people’s attention, then leaving just as quickly as he came, leaving Oli standing there smiling awkwardly. Anyway in slightly more professional Louis news: Lyric Drop 2 has been pulled from Louis’ merch store (that was REALLY limited edition, huh?). This means the next single for release is We Made It, and we’re keeping our fingers crossed for rainbows! An A&R Sony manager (Micheala Lundin, who previously worked on Louis’ team at Syco) celebrated Two Of Us’ milestone - it reached 100 million streams on Spotify! Her instagram story tags the people involved with the making of the song and says, “This little baby reached 100 million! 🌟...Will always be a special one! Pop perfection by my favorite legends”. Same, though it always makes me cry! And, in other Louis things that make me cry, Reverse Rett (a charity that works to improve the lives of those touched by Rett syndrome) - which Louis donated thousands of pounds through an art fundraiser in 2016 - has revealed that he has quietly been supporting them by donating auction prizes ever since. I have a lot of feelings about this, and I’m always floored by his consistent and continued kindness, though I definitely shouldn’t be at this point.

Drip, drip drip it goes - the news, I mean, but I can see why you might think it would be milk! GQ posted a Golden picture of Harry on instagram (from the video, but also a good description of the picture itself), and the comments are really something else! “Didn’t know my dude was a C cup,” said one guy. “Is my dude lactating,” asked another one. And the band Cannon announced that they would start their “Covers by Cannon” series with a cover of Golden, and Harry, apparently lurking around insta, liked the post: I hope this means he's seeing the GQ comments too cause that's the real entertainment of the day! And finally, Instagram Issues Curse strikes again: “did Niall just post something on ig and deleted it?” and to which Niall - always creeping around in his mentions - replied, “Yeh I think so...I can’t see it on my story”. Well, neither can I, so I can’t tell you what it was (:/), but I’m gonna be keeping a closer eye on his insta in the week leading up to the show!

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imagining-supernatural · 5 years ago

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The Fourth Check-In

Part 21 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You get more news from your doctor and you and Seb take some Buzzfeed quizzes

Word Count: 2,834

“You sure you wanna stop here?” Sean asked, pulling up to the store you’d asked him to detour to before dropping you off back at the apartment. “I remember you talking about how you don’t drink while you’re in treatment.”

Smiling, you patted his shoulder before opening the door. “It’s a one-time thing, Sean. And you can hold me to that. Seb’ll be home tomorrow morning and he can monitor me. Don’t worry about it.”

He wasn’t sold, but you left the car before he could argue more.

You were a realist. It was your biggest strength and your biggest failing.

And right now, it was the only part of yourself that you were listening to.

You had your scans yesterday, and today Dr. Chowdhury dropped the news that they weren’t as good as you’d been hoping. Tomorrow, you would begin the most intense round of treatment yet. It was your last resort. Tomorrow, your energy would be yanked away and you wouldn’t have any energy until 1) the treatment worked, you had your surgery, and you were cancer free, or 2) the treatment stopped working again and you died.

So tonight was the last night you had to feel like yourself.

And that called for getting wine-drunk.

Since Sebastian had taken you at your word when you first moved in that you didn’t want to drink while on treatment in order to stay as healthy as you could, he’d gotten rid of all alcohol in his apartment.

So, when you unlocked the door and let yourself in half an hour later, it was the first time in nearly two months that a drop of alcohol was in his place.

You had to climb on the counter to grab a wine glass from the top shelf of a cabinet, but the effort was worth it when you watched the pale pink wine splash into the crystal glass. You sure hoped it was a good wine, but after a glass or two, you knew you wouldn’t mind.

And, a glass or two (or four) later, you were correct.

You had a nice wine-drunk going on and had successfully forgotten all about your problems. At the moment, all that mattered was the Youtube playlist titled “Dance Pop Bangers” you’d found, the volume up loud, and the wine glass in your hand.

“Y/N?”

Sebastian’s voice startled you and you stumbled out of your dance for a moment.

“Hi!” Were you yelling? It was entirely possible. The music was way too loud, but you couldn’t be bothered. “What are you doing here? I thought your flight didn’t come in until, like, four in the fucking morning.”

Had you not been an entire bottle of wine into the night, you might have noticed how worried he became when his eyes fell on the empty bottle. As it was, you danced your way over to him and looped your arms around his neck.

His hand landed on your hip and he accepted your kiss on his cheek. “I caught an earlier flight. Are you drunk?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Bad scans. I’ll tell you in the morning, but short story is that I’m starting the really intense treatment in the morning and this is my last night with energy so… dance party. And wine drunk is my best drunk.”

“Bad scans?”

You offered him the last few sips of your wine and pouted up at him. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Can you just dance with me tonight? Please?”

God, those blue eyes… you were lost. It was Thanksgiving week and by god you were fucking thankful for his fucking eyes. Even as skeptical as he was right now, you were so fucking thankful.

“Seb?” You asked when he didn’t reply. “I need tonight. Please. I need to get drunk and pretend I don’t have cancer and just dance. Please?”

His eyes darted to the empty bottle on the coffee table and a grin took over his face. “I hope you got more than that one, because it looks like I have to catch up.”

Your smile lit your face and you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek again.

“God, I love you. Okay, I have another bottle in the fridge, but I only bought two because I thought you weren’t coming home and I needed make sure I stopped drinking. So you’re gonna have to fight me for it.”

“We can also order some for delivery, you know?”

You halted in your tracks to the fridge and snapped to face him. “What? You can do that here?”

He laughed. “Yeah, sweetheart. This isn’t Utah.”

“Holy shit, I love New York.”

“Fuck me,” you groaned when your alarm went off the next morning. “I forgot about the hangover.”

“Shhh,” Sebastian whispered, pulling you closer. “You’re too loud.”

“Babe, I gotta get up. I need to go to the hospital.”

“Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. I thought you had the rest of the week off.”

The reminder of the reason behind your hangover brought a dark cloud over your head. With a groan, you shrugged out of Seb’s arms and pushed off the bed. Your head was fuzzy with the hangover, but with all of your tumor-induced headaches over the past year, you barely thought anything of it. “The scans we ran on Monday weren’t good. The treatment stopped shrinking the tumor again. Well, not stopped entirely, I guess. It just is slowing down again and Dr. Chowdhury wants to get ahead of this so we’re moving onto the round of treatment he wanted to a few weeks ago. I won’t have to go in tomorrow, since it’s Thanksgiving, but other than that… it’s six days a week til this sucker shrinks enough to take it out. I’m gonna be so fucking sick of that hospital.”

There was warmth at your back moments before Sebastian’s arms circled you. “You’re rambling again, sweetheart.”

“That’s cause I’m scared.” Your voice was barely audible. Saying the words aloud made everything suddenly seem so real. “This is it. If this doesn’t work…”

“It’s gonna work.”

“Seb, I—”

“It is going to work,” he repeated forcefully, tightening his hold on you. “You’ve planned for every outcome. You have everything in order if it doesn’t work. There isn’t anything left you can do to change the outcome. So ignore that part of your brain that wants to calculate your odds and that wants to plan for the most likely outcome and just focus on the outcome you want. Baby, you said yourself that treatment is seventy percent attitude.”

You weren’t aware that you were crying until you licked your lips and tasted salt. “I asked Dr. Chowdhury what my chances were. Yesterday when he broke the news, I asked how likely it was that my tumor would shrink enough to take it out.”

“And he gave you some answer based off of science and statistics. I don’t know if you’ve really been listening to Jasmin, but your odds from the universe are astronomically high.”

A humorless laugh escaped your lips and you leaned back against him. “Well, my statistical chance is less than ten percent now.”

“And your universal odds are a hundred and ten percent.” He kissed your cheek before pushing you towards the bathroom. “Grab a shower. I’ll have a hangover cure breakfast ready when you’re done. Then we can head to the hospital.”

“You saying I stink?”

“I’m saying your attitude stinks.”

You glared at him before giving in and heading to the bathroom. As soon as you were under the warm spray of water, you let your mind wander.

Sebastian was right. Your attitude sucked. Sure, your body was trying to kill you, but that didn’t mean that you had to give in. Not when you had a chance.

Two months ago, you had accepted your fate. You’d turned down a twenty percent chance, and now you were in treatment with a less than ten percent chance. Maybe Sebastian was right about this too. Maybe it was time to ignore the stats and focus on the outcome you wanted.

You wanted to live.

That much you knew for sure.

And afterward? You were supposed to get a divorce. That was the deal, right? It’s what you both signed up for.

But… it wasn’t what you wanted.

Sebastian.

You wanted Sebastian. As more than just a friend or-or-or whatever it was you two had going on right now.

“Just the Way You Are, We R Who We R, Like a G6, OMG, California Gurls, or Rude Boy?” Sebastian asked while you were at the hospital.

“Kesha. Duh. What’s this quiz?”

He didn’t answer, just kept on. “Hold it Against Me, Moves Like Jagger, We Found Love, Party Rock Anthem, Rolling in the Deep, or Born This Way.”

“Hmm… Born This Way.”

He continued this way until you finished the quiz. “According to Buzzfeed, you haven’t peaked yet.” He grinned brightly at you. “See? This treatment’s gonna work. You still need to peak.”

“What the hell kind of quiz was that?”

“Uh, the songs you picked from the 2010s told Buzzfeed which year you peaked.”

“Ah, well, we all know that Buzzfeed quizzes are the modern-day Oracle of Delphi.” You pulled out your phone to find a quiz of your own. “Okay, Seb. Come over here. You have to pick which picture of these foods looks best.”

“What will this quiz tell me about myself?”

You grinned. “It’s a secret. Now, which crepe looks best?”

After a few minutes of joking about the various deserts in the quiz, you got to the end and laughed out loud. “I think you need to talk to your casting directors because, baby, you should have been Black Widow.”

“I could never pull off those stunts.”

“I’d kill to see you try.”

He rolled his eyes and clicked around on his phone before pulling up another quiz. You didn’t trust the spark in his eye when he landed on one. “Not to be dramatic, but your result to this quiz will define our entire relationship from this point forward.”

“Not to be dramatic,” you mocked. “Then he goes off and is all dramatic. Alright, fine. What’s the first question?”

“Would you rather spend the rest of your life with a sailboat or an RV as your home?”

“RV.”

“Would you rather be the first person to explore a new planet or bet he inventor of a drug that cures a deadly disease?”

“Cure. Definitely.”

You continued on until you answered the last question. A grin overtook his face and he sat back. “Well, well, well…”

“What? What’d I get? What was the quiz?”

He tossed handed you his phone and you saw a picture of him on the screen. “Sebastian Stan,” you read aloud. “You’re more of the quiet type and need to find the right person to be totally comfortable with, which is why Sebastian is the perfect guy for you. You two are both adorkable and appreciate the little things in life. Who were my other options? The entire Marvel cast?”

“Nah, it was just me and Anthony.”

“Oooh, imagine how tense set would be on Monday if I’d gotten Anthony.”

“Not a chance, darling. You and I are far too adorkable.”

“Fucking Buzzfeed,” you laughed.

“You telling me you don’t find me adorkable?”

“I think you’re a dork. Does that count?”

He just laughed and toyed around with his phone for a moment. “You sure you’re fine with our plans tomorrow?”

“Of course. You said Heather said there’s a spare room if I need to lay down. And I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving usually, so I’m not missing out on any of my usual traditions. ‘Sides, it’ll be good to be around other people.”

Sebastian twisted his wedding ring around his finger a few times before looking up at you. The mood instantly sobered in the room. “You’ve mentioned that a few times. That you don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah,” you murmured. You supposed Sebastian deserved an explanation. Not that it would change anything, of course. “Uh, growing up my family didn’t have the money for a big meal like that. And if we did, my dad would drink it all away anyway. Then he died in November. And then my mom died in November a few years later as well. Then Eliza, my sister, got arrested two years later in November and I guess I just never really felt very thankful considering everyone in my hometown wouldn’t shut up and blamed me for everything and I just always hated November.”

“Sweetheart, you should have told me sooner.” Sebastian shifted to sit on the arm of your chair. “You know I could have, I don’t know, done something to make this month better. Now it’s almost over.”

You grabbed his hand in yours and smiled up at him. “You did, Seb. By this time last year, I had yelled at Jasmin probably ten times. Like, actually screaming at her. And I didn’t even know I had cancer then. It was just all of the memories fucking with me.”

“So what did I do this year that helped? I figure I should know so I can do it again next year.”

Your heart skipped. By this time next year, if the surgery went well, you should be mostly fully recovered. You should be able to at least finish recovery back in Utah. If he was insinuating that you’d still be around…

“You just gave me a lot of good memories to think about at night, instead of the bad ones. I mean, I’ve dreamt of going to the Met, and you gave me two whole weekends there. You put up with me reading every single plaque. You, uh.” You glanced away with a shy smile. “You made me laugh every damn day with stories about what pranks got pulled on set and I don’t think even Jasmin has hugged me as much as you have.”

“Jasmin was around you every day,” Seb shrugged. “I only get two days a week with you. Gotta make up for lost time.”

Even though you’d been... whatever you’d been since that first kiss in the elevator for a month, you still had to force yourself to ignore that part of you that wanted to be invisible and make yourself flirt with him like you truly wanted So, you took a breath and turned your face up to his. “You saying if you were around me more than just two days you wouldn’t hug me as much? Or kiss me?”

And your flirting paid off when Sebastian got that spark in his eye. With his arm planted on the back of the back of the recliner, he leaned down until his face was mere centimeters from yours. “Course not, sweetheart. I’d probably just kiss you more.”

“That so?”

“Mmhmm.” Just as his lips brushed yours, there was a knock on the door and it started opening. Sebastian grimaced and pulled back, muttering a soft, “Dammit.”

“Good afternoon,” Dr. Chowdhury greeted as he walked in. “Ah, Sebastian. It has been a while since I have seen you. I hope all is well.”

“No complaints here.”

“Good, good. Well, I wanted to check in on you before you left, Y/N.”

“I’m fine. Though I’m sure my answer will change by tomorrow. Will my infusions take this long every time now?”

He nodded. “And with the aggressive cocktail, I would expect that your body will take at least a month to adjust.”

This time it was you who nodded. He’d told you all of this yesterday.

“I also wanted to ask you about your plans for tomorrow. I do not think I need to warn you about your weak immune system.”

Sebastian dropped his arm from the back of the recliner to your shoulders and squeezed. “A few of my friends are hosting a dinner tomorrow. It won’t be too crowded.”

“And I will make sure to listen to my body and go lay down before I need to. I’ve been through this before, Doctor. I know the risks and I know how to manage them.”

Dr. Chowdhury inclined his head and regarded you for a moment. “I was concerned yesterday,” he said slowly, “When you asked what your chance at making it to surgery was. I just wanted to check in and make sure you are still fighting as much as you were when I told you over seventy percent.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. The reminder at how far your odds had fallen still stung. “Yeah, no. It’s, uh… I get it. Trust me, I get it. But I’m here and I’m putting my all into this. Uh, my odds statistically speaking might not be that great, but this guy here…” You nudged Seb and grinned up at him briefly before turning your attention back to Dr. Chowdhury. “He keeps reminding me that my universal odds are out of this world. So… those are the odds I’m backing.”

Drunken dancing and buzzfeed quizzes, what more can you ask for? Also, did you catch the reader’s little slipup that I snuck in there?? Huh????

CHAPTER 22: THE THANKSGIVING PARTY

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10/03/2021 DAB Transcript

Jeremiah 1:1-2:30, Philippians 4:1-23, Psalms 75:1-10, Proverbs 24:17-20

Today is October 3rd welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it's great to be here with you today as we greet a shiny sparkly new week. And this is the first time we get to do this in the month of October, the first time we’re moving into a full week in this month. And we have other new beginnings. We’re beginning a brand-new book today. We concluded the book of Isaiah yesterday, which brings us to the book of Jeremiah.

Introduction to the book of Jeremiah:

And we’ll find Jeremiah to be very intriguing. It's one of the major prophets. So, we’ll kind of camp out for a while as we move through it, but we’ll see that it has a different complexion than Isaiah. It's written by a different person. And part of what's compelling about Jeremiah is Jeremiah. He was a prophet. He was devoted to God, but he didn't like everything he was instructed to do, and he felt alone and unheard, and that nobody was listening. And there were definitely times that he was frustrated and wanted to just kinda check out, just be released and not have to speak to people who aren't listening, to just wash his hands of it. And he wasn't like delusional or needy or whatever. It was true. Nobody was listening. Israel did turn her back on God. And, so, for a couple of decades Jeremiah is this lone voice, warning of where they're going and that it's not where they want to end up. And for these warnings he got into a lot of conflict and arguments and was imprisoned because it didn't look like what he was saying was true. Things were going really well for the people. It was a prosperous time. And, so, Jeremiah with this message is just a disruptive message that brings doom and gloom in a prosperous time and that isn't good for business. And, so, Jeremiah just finds himself kind of in conflict. Most of the time. And as we will discover, what Jeremiah warned about for a couple of decades eventually came to fruition. The Babylonian Empire invaded, and they conquered Jerusalem in 587. And at this time…this is…Solomon's Temple is in Jerusalem and the Babylonians wipe it out, destroy it completely. And, so, let's dive in. We’ll read from the Common English Bible this week. Jeremiah chapter 1 verse 1 through 2 verse 30 today.

Prayer:

Father, we thank you for your word. We thank you for this new territory that we are entering into today into the book of Jeremiah. We look forward to the new territory that we will enter into tomorrow as we move forward in the New Testament. We thank you for this brand-new week, this first full week of the 10th month of the year of the final quarter of the year. We thank you for your faithfulness. We thank you for instructing and guiding us through your word every day. We thank you for your patience with us and your compassion toward us. And we invite you into everything that we do and say this week, all of the thoughts and intentions of our hearts. We invite your Holy Spirit, and we invite our spirits to be aware of your Holy Spirit that is always present to us, that we might walk in fellowship and friendship, but that we also submit ourselves to your authority and guidance. We pray this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi this is Victoria Soldier just calling to pray for some of the DABbers and I just wanted to let everyone know something that…that happened to me today. My precious brother died, the one who had COVID and just continue to pray for him. He was staring and…and everything for…for quite a few days and he finally closed his dies today about 6:00 o'clock. I just thank God that he…he’s in his destination and knowing that. I want to pray for Sharon. Also, I want to pray for my brother who had said that he had lost everything. I wanted to pray for him and let him know that…that God has…has some of the plans that he…he needs to consult God on what is his next move because God says…David said I'm young and I'm old, but I've never seen the righteous forsaken or seen begging for bread. I'm going to ask God to open up doors for him and him to begin to see. And Tara from Texas, I want to also pray for…for Maggie. I want to pray for those who are…Treasured Possession. I want to pray for those who…those who are going through, those who lost their precious son, my sister who lost her precious father. And I'm going to pray for Lisa who is supposed to be having surgery and…and it was good to hear Drew from the Bay Area and my sweetheart of a friend Blind Tony. It’s always so good to hear from you Tony and…and all the people of God and God's Smile, all of my precious, precious sisters and brothers. And congratulations Jill and Brian on being a grandmother in grandfather again. Gracious father I just lift you up. What a wonderful day. Today is such a wonderful day because you made this day, and you have everything that every one of our DABbers need. You have life and favor. You have healing, you have hope…

Hi, thank you Daily Audio Bible for being so wonderful. I'm so happy to listen to the Bible and listen to the people praying in God's name, in Jesus’ name. I wanted to give a message for God’s Daisy, God’s Crown of Daisy. It really touched my heart when I heard you speaking about wanting to reconnect with your dad and how much you have been touched by the Daily Audio Bible by the Bible by the people praying and how only in one year you've…not even…you found energy and resilience to come back towards your father and your mother-in-law…oh…I mean your stepmom. God bless you and I will keep you in my prayers that everything will go smoothly during your meeting, that the Holy Spirit will take possession of your heart and your mouth so that you know what to say and not say and to just say a prayer that the whole space that you guys are in in their house or wherever you meet that it be filled up with God's holy power and His love and His peace and to really touch them both whether they believe or not in Christ. I want to say also that it…it brought some tears to my eyes, joyful tears because I've been struggling with my relationship with my sister for over a year now. And she has decided to not talk to me or my mom or my dad. They are very, very sad. I've been praying for her every single day, and I felt if it was God's wink when I…

Good morning beautiful sons and daughters of our one true Father. My…I've been given the name of God's Glory. Although it's hard to receive I still claim it here every day. But this is my first year listening through the DAB, this is my first time calling but I'm calling __ morning just to respond to Jonathan in Denver. Brother man you've been in my thoughts, hearts, and prayers since the first time I heard you called several months ago. So, it's good to hear your voice and just let me tell you like how encouraging that first call was because the amount of strength and courage that it took to make the call. Here I am making my first call. So…so, thank you again for being here. And I know all too well what it's like to be the prodigal son that ran away. But let me tell you brother this Father is waiting for you looking searching and he runs out to meet you. God…ah…thank you. Brother, we lift you up in your struggles God and just be with…be with him. And…and let me tell you brother I join in the feast that God is preparing for you as you return home. I know there's not much time but Val in Vegas you bring me so much joy. Thank you, sister. I'm praying the peace of Christ over you. Just know that there is healing in the scars, and I know it's hard but your loved, you are beautiful. And just stay strong. So, thank you.

Hey this is Linda from Southwest Florida and calling in because I just heard Jonathan from Denver for the second time since I started listening to the daily audio Bible back in springtime, I can't remember exactly when. But Jonathan from Denver you broke my heart. You're a young man with an addiction that you're very ashamed of and I’ve…I’ve been praying for you. You're on my physical written prayer list in my little home office and when I heard your voice today, I just was awestruck. And I want you to know that I've been praying for you. And I wish there was a way that we could speak to one another. I'm an old woman. I could probably be your grandmother. I could be your grandmother. You're young. But I understand your addiction and I hear the agony in your voice, and it breaks my heart. The fact that you're a young man and you're seeking in the right area brings me joy. So, it's a big contrast between how it breaks my heart and how it brings me joy at the same time that you are seeking help, you are seeking to be right with God, and you will be right with God, and you will find peace. I can promise you that you'll man. I love you. I love your heart. You will find the peace that you need. Don't ever give up looking for it. In Jesus name. Amen.

Dear DAB family I want to continue to ask you to pray for my little boy. He's not really little. He's a big guy. He's 45 years old but he has COVID. My sister-in-law has COVID, and I've got five kids 14 and under and I ask you to pray for him because he has bad respiratory issues, he has a bad heart, he has a lot of weight to lose, and Jesus loves him so much. And I was just thinking about the other day when we were talking about fasting and praying and everything and how, you know, we're not supposed to brag about and everything. And I remember when my brother was a little baby and how my granddaddy because when my brother was born, he was born with a collapsed lung and so I remember my granddad praying for him and so it just brought back memories and brings back memories now. And anyways please…please keep my brother Lucas and his family in your prayers. And I thank you guys. I'm praying for you guys all the time. I keep little yellow tabs in my Bible to remember to pray for you guys all the time. And I love you guys. And I'm really thankful for you. And this is Heather from California by the way. Sorry I didn't mention that. But anyways take care and thank you. Thanks for praying for Lucas and his family. God really loves him. He's very special. He's a real special guy. And we know that Jesus loves everybody and…and…and Lucas is one of those that just been around the block. But anyways I better go because I'm running out of time. Thank you. Thank you. We love you guys. Bye.

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Off Limits (Spencer Reid) #2

Here is chapter 2!! I’m excited about the start of this. I have many plans for the future chapters ;) I really hope y’all like it. Also, let me know if you would like me to tag you in future chapters.

Chapter 1

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NOT MY GIF

It was Ava’s third day of working at the BAU. She didn’t have anything to complain about and everyone had been more friendly than that first day. She had spoken more than a few words to them. Even Spencer. Yesterday, she arrived to work at the same time he did and rode the elevator up with him. She found out he had three PhDs- chemistry, mathematics, and engineering. A very smart man. Sadly, the conversation was short, only as long as the ride to the BAU floor. Oh well, she’ll have to find another time to talk with him and she looks forward to it.

The assignments Hotch had given her were simple and easy. Organize the file room, create new folders for the new cases, make copies, etc. She had finished the first page of the assignments list and was working on moving boxes of case folders around the room. Hotch wanted them organized and updated. Anything before 2010 set aside to go into storage. Luckily, moving boxes all the way to the basement storage unit was not her job. She got to tell someone else to do that job.

She blew a piece of hair out of her face as she stepped up on the step ladder to put a particular heavy box on the top shelf of the rack. First step up… second step… and third- oh no. She underestimated how heavy this box actually was and could feel herself falling back with the box.

“Woah, woah,” a panicked voice spoke, followed by large hands grabbing her waist, steadying her. Her heart was pounding, eyes wide. She looked back at the person who had just well, saved her. It was Spencer. “Easy there.” His eyes were looking her over, making sure she was steadied before slowing releasing her waist.

“Thank you,” she breathed, her face flushed, “I underestimated how heavy that box was.”

“here, let me,” he took the box from her hands, letting her safely step down off the ladder before he reached up, without the help of the ladder, and slid the box onto the top shelf of the rack. She fixed her hair behind her ear and fixed her shirt, taking a deep breath, “Thank you again.”

“It’s no problem,” he turned around and looked at her, “you shouldn’t be putting such heavy boxes on the top shelf, especially by yourself. Hotch would rather you not get hurt on your third day here.” He chuckled a little and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face.

Ava shrugged, gave a little laugh and looked around, “It is kind of my job… so I have to do it.”

He noticed she looked different today. More laid back. No heels. She actually didn’t have any shoes on at all and her toes were painted a baby pink. Cute, he thought to himself. She had on pants instead of skirt. She was still so beautiful.

“What other boxes need to go on the shelf?” He asks. He can take a quick break from his desk. He had been sitting all morning. Plus, she doesn’t need to be doing this alone. She could get hurt. I mean he almost didn’t make it in time. He had happened to be going to get coffee and saw her take the first step. She had been wobbly, so he waited a second and watched her take that second step before starting to walk over to her. He knew she was about to lose it. Luckily, he had been there in time.

Ava looked around the room and put her hands on her hips, “Well those by the window are to storage, which someone will be up later to get,” She glanced around at the other boxes and pointed, “those are the only ones. I’m putting them on the shelf by year.”

He nodded and went to pick up the next box and she put her hand on his arm to stop him, “No no. It’s ok, I can get them. I know you have work to do.”

He smiled, “I don’t mind, and I can take a break to help a pretty lady put boxes on the shelves.” She blushed and nodded, releasing his arm. Shit, had he called her pretty out loud? He stacked the rest of the boxes on the top shelf, her safely putting the ones on the bottom shelf. They finished in half the time it would have took her alone. She was grateful. They spoke more while stacking the boxes. She found out he was from Las Vegas, NV, had a high IQ of 187 and could read 20,000 words a minute. He had been working for the BAU for 5 years and was the youngest member of the FBI BAU. This was the getting to talk another time she had been looking forward too.

“Done!” he exclaimed as he slid the last box on the shelf.

She smiled, “yay! Thank you for helping. You saved me a lot of time.”

He nodded, “of course.”

An awkward silence fell upon them. He really didn’t want to go back to his desk. He wanted to stand here and talk with her. He had learned a lot while helping her. She grew up in Atlanta, GA and was an only child. She moved up here after graduating high school and graduated from Georgetown University in Washington D.C with a Bachelor’s in Business Administration. She landed a job with the FBI through a family friend.

“Do you want to go get coffee?” He asked. She was surprised, was he asking her out on a date? This quickly? Surely not.

He added, seeing her surprised face, “I mean.. in the kitchen. I was on my way to get coffee when I saw you almost fall.”

“Oh,” she nodded, understanding, yet disappointed that it wasn’t actually an invitation out for a date. “Yes, I could use some coffee.” She smiled, sad she wasn’t getting asked out on a date, but happy to be able to talk with him more.

They walked out of the file room and headed for the kitchen. Spencer started the coffee maker when he entered, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the room. He grabbed his mug from the cabinet, which was hidden on the top shelf, “can’t have anyone stealing this,” he smirked. She laughed, pulling hers from the bottom shelf below, “I don’t have that luxury. Downside of being short.” She was only five foot one. She didn’t get the tall gene of her family.

“Creamer?” She asked, pulling a small container of half and half out of the fridge. “Yes please,” he grabbed the sugar and started pouring it into his coffee.

“Woah, want a little coffee with that sugar?” She laughed, setting the creamer on the counter. He chuckled, “haven’t heard that one before.” He teased, handing her the sugar. She fixed her coffee, two and half teaspoons of sugar and a splash of cream. He made a mental note for future reference, pouring a little cream in his coffee.

“I’m a huge coffee drinker. I can drink it all day long, no matter what time of day,” she states, slowly stirring her coffee. “I like my coffee until about 2 o clock then I switch to tea.” He sips on his coffee and leans his back against the counter, watching her. God, she’s beautiful.

She wanted to ask him what kind of tea he drinks but was interrupted by Morgan walking in, “Reid! We just got a case. Hotch wants us in the briefing room to go over the case.” Damn it.

“Ok, be in there in a second,” Reid sighed and looked at Ava, “well duty calls.” He pushed himself off the counter and followed Morgan. Another conversation interrupted. She sighed and cleaned up the kitchen before heading back to her desk to finish the assignments list.

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Oooooo we got a little action going on. Wonder how it will pan out?? ;)

Hope you guys enjoyed chapter 2! I apologize if it seemed rushed or jumbled together. I have a hard time with organizing when I write. I have lots of ideas in my head and when I go to write it all down, it’s like it all runs together, unorganized. If you have any tips to help with that, please message me! I’m all ears for advice. :)

Let me know what you think and if you want chapter 3 :)

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let-it-raines · 5 years ago

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another kind of green (8/10)

Emma Swan spends her days in pretty white dresses and heavy layers of makeup. Day after day and dress after dress, she poses for pictures and acts like she’s in love and having the happiest day of her life with the man standing next to her.

It’s not. This is all a gig, and at the end of the day, she’s no longer the girl in the pretty dress who’s faking getting married for a magazine cover or a wedding convention. Instead, she’s the girl who probably never wants to get married.

Little does she know, she already is.

Rating: Mature

a/n: as always, this is for @xemmaloveskillianx as part of my fic giveaway, and this chapter is also for @carpedzem because I accidentally made her think I’d written some more of Indirect Deposit yesterday 🙈

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-/-

“I am so bloody exhausted that nothing could keep me awake.”

“Have you tried caffeine?”

“Three cups of coffee.”

“Ah,” Ariel sighs, “you need a nap. If three cups of coffee aren’t working, you’re beyond the point of caffeine helping.”

“Can’t nap,” Killian yawns, his eyes watering. “I’ve got to study these laws for my practical tomorrow and then head over to Emma’s.”

Ariel clicks her tongue.

“What, A?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She pauses, and unlike Ariel, Killian holds his tongue. She’s obviously about to tease the hell out of him. He knows that without even having to see her face. “It’s just that you’ve been spending a lot of time with Emma lately, and you’re going over to her apartment for her birthday. That seems like kind of a big deal.”

“Aren’t you also going over to her apartment for her birthday?”

“I am.”

“Well, you don’t see me making it a thing with you going.”

“That’s because I don’t have a thing for Emma.”

“I do not have a thing for Emma.”

“I wish you could see my face right now. I’m majorly rolling my eyes.”

“I can imagine it. I’ve seen it enough times.” Killian sighs and leans back on the couch, closing his eyes and pinching his nose with his free hand. “Emma and I are friends, and she mentioned the thing tonight that Mary Margaret and Ruby are having at her place. I was supposed to take her out for dinner anyways, so this kills two birds with one stone.”

“Wow. You’re such a romantic,” she jokes. “You should take her out for dinner anyway. She’d love that.”

“I will see you tonight, love,” Killian tells her as another yawn takes over. “Try not to be an asshole while we’re there.”

“No promises. You should bring her flowers. I can ask Mary Margaret what her favorites are for you.”

Ariel hangs up before he can protest, and he’s left sitting in the silence of his apartment. Will is at the bar working a double today, and it’s quieter than usual without his nagging and curses under his breath about every little thing. Killian’s thirty years old. He really shouldn’t still be living with a roommate, especially when he can afford his own place, but living on his own has always been few and far between.

After Liam died, his apartment felt barren and like it could never be full again. Everything was full of Liam from the items in the fridge to the novels on the shelf. When Milah moved in shortly afterward, the place had been full of Milah and her clothes and the smell of her perfume on every pillow in the place. He thought maybe, just maybe, having her around more would make the emptiness better. But then she’d left, and the only trace of her was the ring she left on the kitchen countertop.

Maybe he needs his own place where everything is his and his alone. That might be nice for a change.

Emma Swan: Did you know Boston is named after Boston, England? I feel like that’s a sign or something for you being here.

Killian snickers and drops his phone to his chest before picking it up.

Killian Jones: Why do you know that?

Emma Swan: I got a pamphlet listing fun facts about Boston with my lunch takeout.

Killian Jones: Fancy.

Emma Swan: I know. You still coming tonight?

Killian Jones: Aye.

Emma Swan: I’ll have to regale you with more facts about Boston.

Killian Jones: I look forward to it.

-/-

He brought her flowers like an idiot.

They’re lilies with a few other flowers and stems mixed in. Killian’s always enjoyed flowers, but he’s never taken the time to know anything more than the most basic of brands. He didn’t know what Emma liked, didn’t want to ask someone despite Ariel’s offer, but the damn thing was what put the idea in his head. Emma specifically said no gifts, but he showed up with a gift card to their smoothie place and flowers.

What the hell is this woman doing to him that he actually wants to do things like that again?

Possibly making him crazy while also driving him crazy with how she looks tonight.

Emma’s wearing a white sweater that dips down her back, showing the curve of her spine and the freckles on her back until it stops right over the curve off her ass that’s shown off by a pair of sinfully tight jeans. He’s not sure how the damn sweater is staying on or how she even managed to get those bloody jeans on. All he knows is she looks absolutely stunning, and if he stays in this apartment for much longer, he won’t be able to handle himself.

As if he’s fifteen and not thirty.

And there’s not a lot of places for him to look around. Emma lives in a studio apartment, and as spacious and open as it is, it is still one big room with what he assumes is a bathroom in the back.

What has he gotten himself into with this woman?

If he asks himself that question enough, maybe he’ll figure out an answer.

“If it isn’t the husband,” Ruby exclaims when she sees him, and Emma quickly turns around so he can see her face. It’s no less distracting than the view of her from behind. “Fancy you coming to your wife’s birthday party.”

“Is this going to be the joke we all make all night long?”

“You two got drunk and got married in Vegas. I have to make fun of it every single day. It’s the greatest thing.”

“For the record,” David starts, “I don’t think it’s the greatest thing.”

“David, right?”

“Yes.”

Killian sticks his hand out to shake David’s, but the man doesn’t take it. Instead he crosses his arms over his chest and stares Killian down. Well, this is certainly going great. His wife is obviously the nicer one.

“Oh my God,” Emma grumbles, walking over toward them and slapping the back of David’s head, “don’t be a dumbass. I’m an adult, you’re not my guardian, and every person in this room knows my history with Killian. We fucked, we drunkenly got married, and now I kick his ass on our morning runs. Does anyone have anything else they’d like to say?”

“I mean, I’d say that we made love, not – ” Emma turns to slap him this time, and he deserves it. He was fully expecting her to do that. In response, he dips down and brushes his lips over her cheek. “Happy birthday, Swan.”

“Thank you, asshole.”

“The flowers are for you.”

She takes them out of his hand and examines them, a small smile still pressed to her lips. “They’re beautiful and definitely against the no gift policy.”

“Cut the man some slack,” Ruby huffs. “He’s just trying to woo his wife with flowers.”

“Oh my God,” Emma mumbles.

“Emma?” Mary Margaret interrupts, “do you not have any plates?”

“Of course I have plates. They’re…shit. I don’t have enough plates. Someone text Ariel and ask her to pick some up before she gets here.”

“How do you not have enough plates for eight people?”

“I live by myself and don’t have much company. I don’t need eight plates.”

“You knew we were coming over.”

“I was also told that you would take care of everything since I didn’t want to do anything big to celebrate.”

“And I am, but pregnancy brain is a very real thing.”

“Your wife is pregnant, mate?” Killian asks David, not wanting to intrude on Mary Margaret’s conversation with Emma. “Congratulations. That’s wonderful!”

David is still studying him, and Killian might as well have committed some unspeakable crime. Eventually, though, the corners of his lips turn up. It’s very obviously got little to do with Killian, though, and everything to do with his love for his wife. “Thank you. We’re excited.”

“Alright, lover boy,” Ruby sighs as she wraps her arm around his shoulder, “I’m going to save you from David. Mulan wants to talk to you about how you’ve been keeping Emma out of her gym.”

“I feel like that’s not a safer conversation.”

“Oh, it’s definitely not. You were not smart for showing up here.”

He’s definitely in over his depth when it comes to all of Emma’s friends, and while David should terrify him the most, he thinks Ruby might take that crown.

“I’m starting to pick up on that.”

His life gets significantly easier when Ariel and Eric show up, especially since they come with a small bag of paper plates so everyone can start eating, and with more people there, less attention is on him. He rarely shies away from it, can usually handle it, but he doesn’t know Emma’s friends enough to be truly comfortable with it all.

That is until everyone – except Mary Margaret of course – gets a drink or two into them and is full of lasagna and overly sweet cake. They all settle in Emma’s living room area, Ariel and Eric on two barstools from the kitchen, Ruby and Mulan sitting on the bed, Mary Margaret and David sharing an oversized chair, and he and Emma sitting on her couch. Emma’s got her feet curled underneath her and her head propped up in her hand. She looks relaxed, comfortable even, and it’s a wonderful thing to see after the last time he saw her.

They haven’t managed to go on their runs in the past week. He’s been too tired from training and she’s had shoots in New York and in Connecticut, and the last time he physically saw her he’d taken his teasing too far and tried to get her to share information she wasn’t ready to share. They seemed to have mended things over their texts, but he could never be sure until now.

Three months ago when he knocked on this front door and had it slammed in his face, he never could have imagined he’d be so willingly let inside.

That he’d be invited inside.

It’s easy to get swept up in the way that everyone here is comfortable with each other. Even with Ariel and Eric here, he’s the odd man out, but that doesn’t matter as he gets to hear stories of Emma and her adventures with tequila, a pair of heels that were one size too small, and she, Ruby, and Mary Margaret having to hide under a table in a bar from a man who was not too happy with Mary Margaret losing her dinner over his shoes.

“That doesn’t sound like you at all, Mary Margaret,” Ariel snickers.

Mary Margaret shrugs. “Give me some tequila, and you can see that side of me.”

“After the baby is born, we’re going out then.”

It’s fun and relaxing, and Killian likes learning more about this woman who slowly but surely is allowing him to know and understand her layers. He doesn’t know much about her past, but he knows how she is now: funny and graceful and fiercely protective of the people she loves.

As well as a badass runner who likes hazelnut in her coffee and smoothies and spends far too much time trying to decide what to watch on TV until she ends up not watching anything at all.

How did they get so lucky to have to work together at that convention? It could have been any two people who work in this insane industry, but all of the bumps and stops and goddamn roadblocks enabled him to meet her.

He’s so damn screwed when it comes to her.

Killian looks down to see Emma’s fingers ghosting over his wrist and moving up and down his forearm until she’s messing with the rolled up cuffs of his flannel shirt. He doesn’t even think she knows she’s doing it. She’s been slowly inching closer to him all night, and he can feel every single breath that he’s taking.

He’s got training in the morning, so while he’s only had two beers, he might as well be drunk on Emma.

And really, he should get up and leave. Everyone else has left, giving their excuses and saying their goodbyes over an hour ago, but he’s stayed and kept watching episode after episode of Friday Night Lights. Mary Margaret had put it on. It’s older, but it’s apparently what she’s been watching while working lately.

“I know I didn’t attend high school in America, but is this what it was like?”

“I was a foster kid. I didn’t exactly have the quintessential high school experience. I don’t know, maybe if you’re athletic and look like you’re thirty when you’re sixteen.”

“Those are actors, love.”

Emma scoffs and squeezes her nails into his arm. “You know what I mean.”

“Aye, I do. So this wasn’t what it was like for you?”

“No,” she laughs, shaking her head from side to side. “God no. I – ” She stops, turning to look at him, before looking away and moving her hand down his arm again. She’s going to mark him with her nails if she keeps this up. “It’s nothing.”

“What? You can tell me? You were secretly prom queen, weren’t you? Did you play a preppy sport? Or were you on the debate team? You’re damn good at arguing. I mean – ”

“I slept with an older guy who apparently had a thing for girls much too young for him and got arrested for his dumbass crimes that he fucking framed me for, so I didn’t get the high school experience like these obviously too old actors.”

Wait. Where the hell did that come from?

“Swan – ”

“I think it’s so ironic that one of the only jobs I’ve been able to get because of Neal is modeling wedding dresses. He made me not want to ever get married, and yet here I am having to pretend I believe in some kind of happily ever after. What if I’d wanted to go to college? What if I’d wanted to be a cop or a teacher or something? What if I didn’t have to check the box on job applications that says I’ve got a felony to my name? But it’s fine. It’s normal. It happened, and I don’t care.”

She likely doesn’t even hear how contradictory she’s being.

He’d like to punch that asshole and break his nose so badly it can never be repaired. Of all of the shitty things that have happened to him in his life, at least no one ever ruined his life for work. Any troubles he’s had have all been his own doing. He can be as fucked up as possible emotionally, but at least he can work wherever he wants.

At least he can follow his dreams.

At least he can be a regular human being without restrictions.

“What that bastard did to you isn’t normal, Emma.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget it.”

Emma stands from the couch and walks to the other side of the room, arms crossed over her chest as her feet keep moving back and forth. He has a feeling she’s going to be like this all night. He may not have been in the foster system, but he had a rubbish father who left him after he’d had to move countries to be with him and a mum and brother who both died. Birthdays haven’t been happy days for a long time, and if Emma is anything like him, her emotions are running a little higher than they would normally be.

Birthdays aren’t truly the same when you haven’t lived your entire life having someone to celebrate them with.

The two large glasses of wine swirling around in Emma’s stomach likely won’t help. At least she hasn’t had any tequila.

“You know,” Killian starts, figuring he might as well just go for it. He’s nowhere near buzzed, alcohol not giving him any liquid courage, but Emma makes him want to let her know him. Something about her makes him want to share, and he’s never been able to pinpoint what it is. “I was with someone for a long time.”

She stops pacing and turns to look at him. “Yeah?”

“Aye. She was brilliant and beautiful, and without getting too much into it, I proposed to her. For months she wore the ring on her finger. She had been with me before Liam died and when Liam died, she was the only thing that kept me from…she kept me from lashing out at the world, and then one day she left the ring on the kitchen counter with a note telling me she was going back to her husband and her child. I didn’t know they existed, but looking back, I should have seen the signs. So, the not wanting to get married part, I get that.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“People are such assholes.”

“You’re speaking a lot of damn truths tonight.”

Emma huffs and then walks back toward him until she plops down onto the couch and shifts. “I’m sorry about your fiancée.”

“I’m sorry that bastard did what he did to you.”

“It’s okay.”

Killian knows that it’s not and that Emma knows it’s not, but if this is the way she wants to deal with things, he can’t change that. Just because he wants to channel his anger and his disappointment over life into some kind of action doesn’t mean Emma wants to. And the way that she’s biting her lip and tapping her leg makes him think maybe she doesn’t want to talk at all right now.

That’s fine. He can be the one to fill the silence, not that they really need that. So he tells her of his mum and her kindness and the way she would sing him lullabies even as he grew older. He tells her of his father and the way he left and how Liam was basically his father despite only being five years older than him. He tells her the simplified version of most everything, at least the big moments, but as easily as it was to fall into spilling his heart, it’s even easier to fall back into talking about the simple things: favorites movies and hobbies and telling stories about their friends or the weird things that have happened to them on the job. Neither of them have made their livings in a conventional way, and it will never not be nice to talk about how insane the industry could be.

“So what do you want to do, Swan? If you could do anything.”

It’s verging into dangerous territory, and he fully expects Emma to tell him to shove the leftover birthday cake he’s eating up his ass.

She shrugs. “That’s kind of a loaded question.”

“Try me.”

Emma hums as she scoops up a glob of yellow icing and licks her fork clean. Killian shifts to adjust his jeans. She’s eating cake. He should not in any way be thinking about how her lips wrap around the fork.

It’s two in the morning. His thoughts are not his own.

He’s really getting old if two in the morning feels this late to him, but it’s that time of the night where the world is muted in a way. Either every noise is cause for alarm or nothing quite seems real, a place between sleep and awake where there could be something new at every turn.

Where there could be a new set of green eyes that aren’t actually new and a silhouette he hasn’t yet learned to trace and where things might actually work out for him for once.

If only, if only.

“I don’t know,” Emma sighs after about a minute of silence. “Maybe I’d want to work with foster kids, tell them that it gets better even when it doesn’t. Maybe I’d like to be a cop like you or David or Graham. I always say I would never, but I think it could be interesting. Maybe I could do something a little less emotional and be a freaking party planner or be an Instagram Influencer and promote, like, charities instead of one-hundred-dollar lipstick. I don’t know. I don’t…I’ve never thought about it because nothing has ever felt like a possibility.”

“You know, some people will see how young you were on this record and see that it’s non-violent, and they will give you an opportunity because it’s been a decade. You could try to get your record expunged or even sealed since I’m assuming it’s not. And then when you decide that you want to quit modeling for every wedding dress designer and boutique in New England, you can find something else you love.”

“Can I be a professional birthday cake eater?”

Killian leans his head back with laughter. “I’ll look into that for you. I’m sure there’s something like that.”

“That would be the dream.” Emma huffs and turns her head to hide her smile. “Are you scared the same thing is going to happen to you? That happened to Liam?”

He swallows as his heart races that little bit quicker. He wasn’t expecting that. He’s never expected that despite thinking the question himself almost daily. “Aye. I know the risks. I know the possibility. But if there’s one thing you need to know about me, Swan, it’s that I’m a survivor.”

“Good.”

They both end up eating two more slices of cake, something he regrets no later than fifteen minutes after putting his plate down, but he soon forgets it all as they sleepily watch a movie, the flickering of the television lights now the only thing illuminating the room and casting Emma in a subtle glow. He should get up and go home. It wouldn’t take much, no longer than ten minutes, but with the heat of Emma’s body radiating toward him and little strands of her hair tickling his skin, he can’t find the motivation to be anywhere but here.

Bloody hell.

They’ve spent the night together once before, but he got up and left before she could wake up. That feels like a lifetime ago, and he doesn’t think he’d make the mistake of walking away again.

“Killian?”

“Yeah, love?”

Emma leans forward so he gets a glance of her bare back, her sweater having shifted even more. “Do you think you’d ever change your mind about not wanting to get married?”

Tonight is full of all of the questions, he guesses. All he hopes is that she doesn’t regret this in the morning.

“I imagine if I met the right person, maybe. I’ve never been completely opposed to marriage or falling in love again. I think, maybe, I simply needed reminding that I could.”

If he fell in love again.

If he trusted again.

If he felt the way he’s feeling right now where his stomach can’t seem to settle and his mind is pretty much the same.

She blinks at him, her mouth parted and the smallest bit of yellow icing on the corner of her lips. Without thinking, he reaches forward and thumbs it away as little sparks of electricity move from his fingertip up his arm and eventually down his spine, joining in on his unsettled stomach and the nerves that can’t seem to settle. It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss her. How many times has he thought that? Tonight and this week and over the past few months. The night they met they couldn’t keep their hands – or their mouths to be honest – off each other, but now, every touch burns him alive.

There’s so much at stake, so much to lose, and he never thought this woman would be anything more than one night.

He never thought she might be the one to remind him that not everything about love is terrible. He’s not there yet, but he could be.

It’s all in the possibility.

“Yeah,” Emma sighs, falling back to the couch so her shoulder hits his and the outside of her thigh brushes his thigh. He can feel the heat of her skin through his jeans even more now, and he’s thankful that she was the one to move first and stop their staring contest. “I guess I can understand that.”

-/-

There’s a bang of a door and Killian startles awake.

He blinks, looking around at the blurred furniture only to realize this is Emma’s apartment. Shit. He fell asleep.

Shit. He’s got to be at training in…he looks down at his phone on the coffee table.

Fuck.

He’s got to be at training for his exams in twenty minutes.

Quickly, he grabs his phone, sticking it in the pocket of his jeans, hitting there to make sure he has his wallet and his keys, and his mind is in such a panic that he doesn’t notice that Emma hasn’t moved from her spot by the door until he’s standing in front of her trying to walk out.

His breath has got to be horrible right now.

“Emma, sweetheart, I’ve got to – wait, what’s wrong?”

She blinks up at him, her green eyes bright even with the smudged and flecked mascara underneath her eyes, and he’s so entranced by her that all he wants, even now, is to lean down and softly brush her lips over and feel the gloriousness of her mouth once more. That feeling has only been in dreams for so long, but it was real once, even if the circumstances were different.

“N-nothing,” she stutters, backing up to the door. “It’s just that, um, I went and got my mail because I hadn’t in a few days, and our annulment papers came in. We’re officially no longer married.”

-/-

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ironwoman18 · 4 years ago

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We found love in a hopeless place part 6

Chapter 6: Arts, Phones and Deals

The next day Spencer and Max met in a coffee shop, they bought coffee and Spencer also got something for breakfast.

Then they took a seat after add cream and sugar to their coffees.

"So how was your day yesterday?" Asked Max as she took a sip of coffee.

"Amazing, I went to the zoo with my godsons and their mom" he told her and took a bite of his muffin "she is my co-worker"

"That's so sweet, how old are they?"

"Nine and two"

"Aww that's adorable" she said smiling "I would like to meet them"

He smiled and nodded "I'm sure you will love them" he ate more "how was your day yesterday?"

"Amazing, those kids are outstanding" she said drinking some more coffee "I'm sure you will love the paintings we have today" she smiled.

"I can't wait" he smiled back.

"By the way, Spencer. Yesterday I told you I will help you understand the benefits of a smartphone and the email" he rolled his eyes half joking half annoyed.

"Penelope, the technician analyst of my unit gave up on me and she stopped to give me tablets for work. I prefer paper"

"And that's adorable but you are a young man who can open up to new things. My dad, who is close to 65, has an smartphone" she smiled sweetly "I will help you with any question and I teach art to first grader who are stubborn. I think I can manage you"

He sighed and looked at her. Her excited expression melt his stubbornness but he did not want to give up so easily so he threw a counter offer "ok let's make a deal..."

"Oh Vegas boy is in the house" she teased.

"I will accept your offer..." Her smile grew wider "...but only if today we take lunch together and... I pay" he looked at her.

She was thinking about it. They had not talked about it, but when they were together, each pay for their food.

So accepting it, could make it more like a date where the gentleman pay, which could make it more official that they were getting serious.

Max looked at him and nodded "ok I accept it" they shook hands, closing the deal "today I will get you the phone" she winked and he sighed but nodded his head "ok Vegas boy, let's go"

He stood up with her and both walked out the coffee shop and straight to the gallery.

When they were inside, Max explained the dinamic. There were twenty artists that day. From seven to thirteen and she will show him the painting, talked about the artist and explained the technique he or she used. He will have to guess the age of the artists.

He nodded and the activity began. He struggled with this though because the little kids were so talent he could not tell their age.

After a few hours of watching and enjoying the art, he got the chance to meet some of her students and congratulated them for their work.

They left to a restaurant close by the gallery. On their way Max bought a phone for him. One of those Chinese phones that are not expensive but good.

Then they walked in the restaurant and he asked for a table, they waiter led them to one far from the door and handed the menu.

The restaurant was Italian so they ordered spaghetti with bologna for her and alfredo for him. He also accepted a cup of wine just to have a toast.

"I will drink just a cup of wine. I'm not into alcohol" she looked at him.

"It's ok. I'm not into it a lot. Of course I got drunk in the university once or twice but most of the time I just have a cup or two" she smiled "I would like to get to know what is in your mind. You are sometimes easy to read and suddenly it's hard"

"If you know them... I think you wouldn't want me around you" he looked down.

"Spencer... I like you and your personality. I know your work must be difficult you have to deal with bad people but it won't push me away"

"I will tell you when I'm ready" he looked at her and she could see he was not going to argue about it so she changed the subject.

They focused on the phone. Max explained the basics of the smartphone. She bit her lip watching him struggling with the phone.

"it's easy Spence" he laughed "You are smart and I know you will figure most of the things" she smiles at him.

"I'm glad you put so much faith in me Max but still it's weird to have a phone like this"

"Yeah you are talking like a man from the early twentieth century"

He laughed more and was happy when their food arrived. They switched themes and know she asked him about his family.

He was a little scary but decided to be honest and told her about his mother's condition, how his father left them. She held his hand and rubbed it gently.

She never thought he would have such a sad past. They continued talking and she was wondering if was his profession and was in shock when he told her every title he had.

"Wait... Three Ph.Ds and three BAs,?" He nodded drinking the last bit of his wine "are you some kind of genius?"

"Well I don't like to label myself but you can say, I'm a genius" he blushed softly after that "I like to learn things so every chance I get to study, I will take it. Sadly with my work is hard"

"Yeah the FBI must took a lot of your time"

"Yes but right now I'm free so I can learn how to use this" he pointed at the phone "oh by the way, this will be just for us right now because I need to keep my old one for work"

"It's ok. You don't have to worry" he smiled and they finished their meal with a dessert then Spencer called the waiter to ask for the bill "I will go to the bathroom"

He nodded and looked at her leaving. He cannot believe he just opened an email and had a smartphone in his pocket. Just because of her. You must like her very much was his thoughts.

The bill arrived and he gave his card to pay. The waiter nodded and left. While he waited he checked the phone. It was way bigger than his work phone and prettier. According to Max it had two camera modes one for selfies and one like his little phone, he read that men took more selfies that women.

Max returned and smiled at him "studying your new toy Doctor?" She asked with a little smirk "and can you believe we haven't said our last names yet?"

"We never need them" he said looking at her "but if you want to know... Mine is Reid"

"Spencer Reid..." She smiled "mine is Brenner, Max Brenner" he smiled and nodded.

"Well actually it's Maxine" he smirked softly and she punched him lightly "ouch..." He fake to be hurt.

"That's for call me Maxine" she laughed gently. The waiter arrived and handed him the card and left "are we ready?" He nodded.

"Yes let's go" he stood up and so did she. She took her purse and he his messenger bag and they walked out the restaurant. He walked with her to her car talking.

When they reached her red Volkswagen she watched him smiling "thanks for coming here today" she puts a hand on his chest "it was very nice of you"

He looked at her and smiled "I had fun and I loved to be here today with you. And I think my first guess was right" she looked confused "you are a great teacher and today I could see it" she blushed deeply.

"T... thank you but I just" he put his finger on her lips.

"You just nothing... Those kids may have talent but a good teacher can guide them to be better" she blushed more at that.

No one outside of her family said that to her and especially a man she was really liked.

They stayed in silence for a minute then he leaned in and kisses her cheek gently "see you" he smiled at her and left her touching her cheek where he kissed.

She smiled the rest of the day. This man was just wonderful and if this was a dream, she did not want to wake up.

OOooOOooOO

I don't know what got into me this week but I wasn't in the mood to write. I opened the app to write and got frustrated because I didn't want to do it.

I hope you liked this chapter and we will read in the next one.

#criminal mind #maxcer #spencer reid #maxine brenner #fanfiction

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katebacks · 6 years ago

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A Night With a Vampire - Part 1 (m)

— pairing | Kim Taehyung /Reader

— word c | 6,305

— genre | Vampire! Taehyung, Slightly angst. Smut.

— summary | The end of the relationship leaves you lost and totally sad. Your friend is having a party and you promised you would. You just did not know that your life would change from there.

— warnings/tags | Bad words, Oral (female receiving). Explict sex.

‘Part 1′ | Part 2

9:30 p.m. - Friday.

“Get up, (Y/N)!" It was the thousandth time Jimin was knocking at my door. Holy shit, I cannot even sleep in this house anymore! My wristwatch marked nine-thirty at night. Today is Friday and I'm lying under my covers. I have no reason to leave here. My 4-year-old date ended a few days ago and I'm not in the mood to do anything at all. It was amazing to see the guy I loved saying that I wasn’t good enough for him anymore and that he was not interested in me anymore. Shit. I think a shotgun shot in my face would hurt less than that. “(Y/N)! Don’t make me break this door!” Jimin was my best friend and roommate. We were doing fashion college together. College which was a four hour drive, since in the city where we live it doesn’t have support for a college building or for a decent shopping mall.

Jiminie was always with me in all my fights with Lil and it was he who lent me a shoulder to cry on. How stupid of me … I've lost four years of my life with a guy, to get here and get a foothold in the ass, days before I graduated from college.

"(Y/N), I'll count to three, if you don’t open this fucking door …"

"I'm coming, Jiminie!" I yelled as I kicked the covers and got out of bed. That sucks. "What is it?" I asked, opening the door. I was surprised to see how he was dressed. "What ... Why are you dressed as Lord Voldemort?"

"Millena's fancy party is today, have you forgotten?"

"No, I didn’t, and I'm not going!" I spoke back to my bed and lay down again. Millena was our friend. She was also our classmate. Her parties are the most popular in the city because even in a city small as Forty City, there are not many people who can hold a party at the level of the festivals of big cities like New York and Las Vegas. She and Jimin had an overwhelming passion about two years, they dated, but they preferred to stay as friends. And that's why Jimin lives with me, he thought if he lived with her, they would probably fuck 24 hours a day.

"Is it because of Lil?" He asked sitting down on the edge of the bed. I nodded. "It's been a week, (Y / N) ..." A week? I'm worse than I thought. "You need to snap out of it. It’s over. End.”

"I already know that, Jimin." I said without any animation in my voice and I tucked my head under the pillow.

"Come on, princess?!" He pulled back the pillow and made me look at him. “You need to have fun. And Millena will be very upset if you don’t go to her last party in town, don’t forget that in five days we're going to Los Angeles. "

"What if he's there?"

"You're ignore him, you're 23. You're a beautiful woman, you can get any guy you want at this party."

"I will not have sex with a guy, a week after the end of my relationship.”

"You’re silly, I know Lil took about three girls just yesterday!" He said coolly. That actually hurt like a slap in the face. “We're planning on going to this party for weeks, (Y/N) ...”

What now? What do I do? What if I go to this party and Lil is getting another girl? How will I react? But what if I do not go and Millena gets mad at me? After all, I promised her I would come to this party and I already bought the costume. Should I go or stay here lamenting the end of my relationtship?

Jimin pouted... I hate when he does that! I always do everything he asks me when he pouts.

“Give me a few minutes. I'll get dressed.” I said with a half smile, watching his face light up and a huge smile appear. Before I could continue what I was talking about, Jiminie jumped on top of me, hugging me tight. Lord, when did he get so heavy? Are the muscles or hamburgers we always eat after we leave college?

"I'll wait for you in the living room. Don’t take too long or I'll take you there, naked!" He said and left jumping out of bed and before closing the door, he sent me a kiss.

That's it! Come on, (Y / N)... You can do it. I got up and walked dragged into the bathroom of my room. When I enter, I get scared when I look in the mirror. Holy shit, I'm horrible! My hair is a bushel, my eye pencil is blurred. I look like a beggar with nightwear rumpled.

Here we go…

I turned on the shower and pulled out my clothes, tossing them into a corner of the bathroom. I stepped under the warm water and closed my eyes as the water poured down my body. This should be the final cleaning. The water and the soap were wiping away all the fingerprints Lil had left on me when he touched me. All the touches were being removed by this water. I'm not the girl to whine about the spilled milk. I'm an attitude girl and that's what I have to remember today.

I opened my eyes, determined to use this party to forget the four years I spent dedicating myself to someone who would end with me near one of the most important days of my life. Something tells me that tonight is going to be the best of all.

After the shower, I wrapped my hair in the towel and went out to get my fantasy inside the closet. After I put her to bed, I grabbed a black lingerie in the drawer of the dresser, already wearing it. Black has always been my favorite color. And when I combine it with red I am even happier to have chosen it as my favorite color. I feel so exaggeratedly well with these two colors!

I took the towel from my hair and turned on the dryer to see if I could get a handle on that mane. Particularly, I liked my hair, I only hated it when it was too rebellious.

Some time later, I finished drying it and put on my costume. Vampire!

I never understood why I'm so crazy about vampires. No, I'm not talking about Twilight, I'm talking about Dracula. I'm literally crazy about movies where there are those fucking sexy leeches. Jimin thinks I'm crazy to think a vampire is sexy, he always says, ‘If these things existed for real you would not even want to get close to them, you would want to run away before he bit you’ But, I think if vampires existed for real, I would not be afraid of them. And I just want to be bitten by one. But it's all science fiction, that is, I will never know the feeling of being bitten by a vampire.

I looked in the mirror, finishing the makeup, basic thing. A blush, not too exaggerated black shade, mascara and an eyeliner to mark the eyes. I'm ready.

...

10:15 p.m. - Millena’s house.

"You arrived!" Millena ran up to me with open arms and jumped onto my neck before throwing herself over Jiminie. She was wearing a short white dress, clinging to her legs, she was a nurse. I'm not much surprised by this choice of fantasy, Millena always said that if she were not Fashion Designer, she would be a doctor. "I thought you wouldn’t come! In fact, you are magnificent with these fantasies."

"And we almost didn’t even come. (Y / N) didn’t want to get out of bed."

"But since Jimin is annoying, he knocked on my door, threatening to break it, and I was forced to open it." I turned irritated to him who raised his arms in surrender. "Where are the drinks?"

"This way."

We headed into Millena's two-story house. It was probably the biggest house in town. Her parents owned a branch of fashion stores that was spread throughout the world. They were in India now, signing another contract for another new branch there. I don’t even talk about my parents. They wanted me to be a lawyer, but fashion interests me more than defending those I know to be guilty. But when I chose what I wanted to do, they were understandable. Thank God! They even helped me with tuition.

As we walked to a place near the stairs where there was a table full of drinks and snacks, after all, an empty bag cannot stand upright, even more if that bag got drunk without having eaten anything, I observed the decoration of the house. Style "Murder House", there were pumpkins everywhere, black hearts balloons, decorative ribbons fluorescent and neon. Two globes of light hanging next to the $ 4,500 chandelier that Millena's mother bought at a store in Spain. The music it played was a kind of pop / electronic, the beat was strong and we could feel the ground shaking beneath our feet. The good part about living in a small town is that no neighbor can call the cops complaining about the loud sound, because the whole city is in here.

"Here!" She said handing me a glass with a red liquid inside. At the same time I took it, turned it over and swallowed all, feeling my throat burn. Fucking hell, now I get drunk.

"Slow down (Y / N)". Jimin said with a laugh. Only he knows how I get when I drink too much.

I was ready to go to the dance floor and forget that Lil once existed, when something made me look at the back of the room and I came across a man. He had one of his arms propped against the wall, a little above his head while talking to a girl. I found myself mesmerized. His black hair was a little below the nape of the neck and completely flat. I could not see his face completely, I just noticed the tone of his skin and wondered if it was as silky as it looked. He was wearing a black overcoat, his pants seemed to be the same color while wearing bad boy style boots.

"Who is he?" I asked Millena who was next to me, drinking something.

"He's my brother's friend. I don’t remember his name." she spoke and shortly after took a sip of the drink in her glass and reached for me.

"He's in college?" I asked trying to know if I had seen him around here. But of course her answer was no, because even if I had seen him before, I would remember. "Does he live here?"

"No. He's just spending some time here. My brother said he has a beach house in Los Angeles."

"Interesting." That was the only thing I said. Then I took a sip of Millena's drink and handed it to her. There was something about him that caught my eye, something I'd never seen in another guy, but it was hard to know what it when all the lights flickered, making me a little dizzy.

Then he turned. He turned to me. Even I can not see straight, his eyes showed pure intensity, intensity that made me have goose bumps and almost losing my balance. He stared at me seriously, and he ran his tongue over his lip piercing. I took a deep breath, feeling my cheeks burn. I should have looked like an inexperienced virgin, gasping for breath at the sight of a handsome man. I tried to open my mouth to say something to Millena, but the intensity with which he looked at me was making me unable to say anything.

"(Y / N)!"

I hear someone shouting my name, and pulling me out of the trance. I know this voice and I'm not happy to hear it now. I turn around and see Lil coming toward me, walking between people. He's dressed as a king. I should have imagined that he would dress like that, after all, he is full of himself! Lil walked dangerously close and so I took two steps back, moving away from him who had a a smile on his face. Idiot.

"Hi, I was praying you'd come." He spoke. I raised my eyebrow. "I need to talk to you."

"Talk about what?" I asked dry. If he's really thinking I'm going to be gentle to him, he's very much mistaken.

"Don’t be like that, (Y / N)." His hand came to my face, but before he could reach the destination, I slapped it down beside him. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I just want to apologize, (Y / N)." Apologies? I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Does he want to apologize to me? Only Apologize? "I was an dick with you.I want to apologize and know if I still have a chance to get you back."

“You can forget the possibility of some day come back to me. Because it will never happen!” I was never submissive to any man, but with him I had been. And it will not happen again, not anymore. For me it's enough to do everything he wants. “In four years, everything I did was for you! I stopped going out with my friends for you, I let to go to parties because of you, just to you get there and say that I'm not good enough and that you don’t care about me anymore. Do you think a simple apology will erase the pain I felt when I heard you say those words?” I kept talking while he stood still, listening to everything he said. And that's what I wanted. In four years, he never stopped once if he wanted to listen to me, but that changed. “You can take your pink pony out of the rain, you idiot, because you will not touch me anymore.”

I walked past him, bumping into his shoulder and headed toward the exit. I knew I should not have come, my nerves are blossoming and I do not know how I managed to not jump on his neck and strangle him in the middle of the party. But I need to be superior and control the urge to kill him for everything he has put me through.

I looked from side to side as I walked, looking for Jimin or Millena to say that i would leave, knowing that I would be exposed to Millena's fury when i said that i was leaving because of Lil and knowing Jimin would want to tear his head off.

I stopped walking when I hit something concrete. I turned forward almost losing my balance again upon seeing that person. He was already without the overcoat, his shirt was dirty of something I could not identify what it was. His mouth also looked dirty from the same thing.

"Hi." And for the first time in my entire life, I felt my legs soften only when I heard the voice of a guy. I wanted to say something, I wanted to, but I could not. I was so hypnotized by those eyes that I could not think of anything to talk about. “I’m Taehyung.”

“(Y / N)!” I said and I was static as I felt him take my hand and bring it to his lips, giving a light kiss to it back.

“I liked your fantasy. You’re a Vampire?” He asked and I nodded. “Why did you choose this to dress?” He's curious.

“I like vampires.”

“Me too. We make a perfect match.” He said smiling and winking at me. It just me or is he hitting on me? “So (Y / N), do you want to dance? You don’t look very good ... you look bored.”

How did he guess? I looked back, checking if Lil was no longer there and thankfully he was not. I glanced back at Taehyung who continued with his mysterious smile. How resist a guy like that? Just looking at him makes me shiver. I nodded and saw that his smile widened. There was a break and a new song started. It was exactly my song, my favorite. Taehyung grabbed my arm and pulled me into the middle of the room where the dance floor was. He guided me among the people that were there and we stopped in the middle of all, getting too close, because there was not much space there, since it was practically full.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, raising my voice so he could hear me.

" I’m a Vampire." He spoke close to my ear making me sigh as I shivered. Taehyung drew back a little and his hands came to rest on my waist as we danced to the sound of Pursuit of happiness. We threw our bodies from side to side as we faced each other. In a matter of seconds I forgot my discussion with Lil. In fact, I did not feel so bad that he broke up with me the way it ended. People need to take a tumble from time to time to learn how to get up.

And I'm almost thanking him for breaking up with me, maybe if he hadn't done it, I probably wouldn't be dancing with the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life.

…

This was one of the best nights of my life.

First, I finished my 4-year relationship, but now I do not feel a bit sad about it. Second, I was dancing with the most beautiful and sexy guy of the party. And third, I am almost totally drunk. I was jumping and dancing to the sound of the best songs on the planet. Millena knows how to make a party playlist. My feet were already aching inside the high heel, but who cares? Jimin was gone with Millena, probably they were having sex in her room. Some people occasionally bumped into me, but I didn’t care, I was ‘too happy’ to care.

Taehyung was behind me, holding on to my waist as we swayed from side to side without thinking that the next day we would have our whole body aching for being moving so fast. My body was warming up and I needed more drink, or something to cool me down, and feeling the warmth of Taehyung's hands around my waist did not help cool me, but made me want to feel all the warmth of his body. How did he get me like this? I've never felt so involved with a guy like that for the first time. Maybe it was the intense look or the mysterious smile, or the fact that he was dressed as a vampire, and I had a vampire fetish. I was getting confused and with an almost overwhelming desire to kiss him, but my subconscious would not let me do it. It did not give me the courage to do it. As much as I was bitching with Lil because he ended up with me like that and went out fucking girls, two days after we finished, I could not do the same. At least I think.

“I'll get another drink.” He whispered in my ear and I nodded.

What I needed now was drink and lots of dancing. With Taehyung, of course. My hair should already be messed up by throwing my head from side to side and dancing madly. And again I say who cares? The lights blinked and the beat grew louder and louder every time, I'm in paradise. How i missed going to a party like that. When Lil and I were dating, he never let me go out for parties, and yet I was with him. I was so stupid.

Still dancing, I turn back, seeing Taehyung coming to me, carrying two glasses in his hands. I was taking drink from a stranger. But I don’t think he's going to do something bad with me because if he wanted to, he could have done it. The people here are so drunk that in addition to laughing at anything, they will all be worried about their vomiting soon. I took the glass from his hand as he pulled me around the waist and danced with me to the sound of Touchin On My.

His face was close to mine, his drinking breath was not disgusting like most other guys, it was a fresh breath. He put one of his legs between mine as we slowly descended to the floor without taking our eyes off each other. I drank all the contents of my glass and threw it on the floor, unable to hold on any longer, and pulled the back of his neck, sealing our lips. I heard a faint noise of something falling to the ground and then his other hand was gripping my hair, putting even more pressure on the kiss. The hand on my waist, down to my thigh, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist. I should stop, but his kiss tastes so good. It must be the drink, or the simple fact of him knowing how to leave a girl excited with just a kiss.

Now the hand in my hair came down to my back, pulling me even harder against his body, making me feel his erection between my legs. I grabbed his soft hair and pulled it lightly listening to him let out a low moan between the kiss as the beat of the song became even sexier. The hand on my back came down to my ass as we rolled our hips to the apex of the song. I could feel his hard cock, locked inside his pants, rubbing against me, which at this point was almost begging for him. We started down once more to the ground in the last chorus of the song. Rubbing against each other, feeling each other. Damn! I'm totally hypnotized by this guy.

When the song was over, we parted the gasping kiss, staring at each other. He released my leg, leaving it on the floor. His hands continued on my waist and my hands stills in his hair. A shiver ran up my body as I felt him caress my back. Fuck! I want more!

"You got me crazy for good!" He said, showing his boxy smile. His hand stroked my cheek and soon after we kissed softly. That was so good. “There's a guy staring both of us since we started to dance. Do you know him?” He asked after leaning his forehead against mine. I frowned, trying to understand, then he looked suggestively behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed that Lil was leaning against the wall across the room, his eyes on me and Taehyung. He didn’t have a very good expression on his face. Taehyung’s hand squeezed my waist and I turned to him, who was looking at me curiously. I snorted.

“He's my ex-boyfriend. An idiot! Just ... Ignore!”

“Why did you break up?”

“We dated for four years and he broke up with me a few days ago. He said I was not good enough for him and that he was not interested in me anymore.” I spoke with debauchery, loud enough for him to hear. He made a thoughtful face.

"He's gay!" He spoke simply. I frowned. What? “He can only be gay to dismiss a girl like you! What I would not do with you if you were my girlfriend, (Y / N) ...” He whispered wickedly in his voice, close to my ear, making my body shiver for the thousandth time in a few hours. He gently pulled the back of my neck and kissed me again. But, I will not satisfy me just kiss him.

The music continued to roll. Taehyung kissed my cheek, then the lobe of my ear. The kisses came down to my neck and an electric current passed through my body making me run my arms around his shoulders, stroking his hair as he nibbled lightly at the sensitive skin of my throat. I gasped as I felt his hot tongue make a circular path there. If he leaves me like this now, I can not imagine what will happen if we go to bed and at that moment, I wanted this. Fuck my subconscious, fuck the reason. I want Taehyung, in my bed!

“I know we just met, but... I have to go to a more private place with you!” He whispered in my ear making me close my eyes at the shudder. I nodded, feeling my body heat up even more. He smiled, with his enigmatic smile. “It would be easier if we went up to some room in this house, but still, I want silence. The only sound I want to hear are your moans.” I nearly choked hearing those words, feeling the heat between my legs rise. Fuck, why so sexy?

"We can go to my apartment." I spoke with difficulty not to stutter.

“Okay.” He smiled again. He stroked my arm until his fingers were locked in mine. He led the way, making room for me to pass, using his free hand to get people drunk and messy out of the way, he held me close to him, almost stuck on his back, as if he were a shield. I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was weird. He had this enchanted prince's aura mixed with bad wolf. And i was loving it. We left the house and still saw many young people getting drunk and dancing to the music.

The street in front of the mansion was full of cars. I don’t understand why they drove to there. If they had three steps they would have arrived. As we walked, Taehyung put his arm around my waist, pulling me close, warming me because the wind was very cold. Winter was coming, so I do not doubt I'll have to buy warm clothes. After all, the winter became more and more rigorous every year.

I left my thoughts when I felt that Taehyung's arm was no longer around me. I looked to the side but he was not there, as I turned back with a frown, he was behind me, his back to me. Looking over his shoulder, he was holding Lil by the neck, using only one hand.

“Tae…” I started to speak, but Lil's stifled voice interrupted me.

"Stay away from her." Lil said, choking. I was totally without reaction, without words, I didn’t know what to do in front of such a scene. Taehyung's body was rigid. I could not see his face, but his shoulders were tense, and his free hand was clenched into fist, which showed that he was very angry.

“First, I'm older than you. Second, I'm much stronger than you. And third, if you don’t leave that girl alone, I'll kill you just as quickly as I can say 'get the fuck out of here' “ And the he threw him to the ground. Lil crawled back. He glanced at me before he stood up and turned his back on his way toward the party.

Taehyung turned to me, and blinked a few times, standing still, waiting perhaps for me to say something or do something. I did not even know what to do in that situation. I didn’t know if I appreciated what he had done or wondered what had just happened. I was more confused than usual. So I sighed and held out my hand to him. He bit his lip and gave me a corner smile, holding my hand and coming up to me. Soon we were headed towards my apartment again.

The building where I lived with Jimin was one of the only buildings in the city, hence the tallest. And I lived on the top floor. It had no elevator and it had 11 floors, so Taehyung and I would have to climb 11 rolls of stairs to get to my apartment. The good part is that we would be too hot, so we will take our clothes faster. bad part, we will get tired very fast.

We did not talk much during the climb, just looked at each other sometimes, flirting with the looks. When we reached the top floor, we walked to the last door in the hallway. I took the key from the boot and opened the door, entering and leaving it open so he could come in as well. I sat on the arm of the couch and ripped off the boots of my feet, feeling great relief. Looking back at the door, I see him standing outside, looking at me.

“ Are you not coming in?” I asked, and he looked at the open door. Then his gaze turned to me.

"Do you really want me to come in?"

"Of course." I Smile. "Come on! You can come in!" I said and another smile came from his lips. As he entered, he shut the door behind him, looking at me with a dark desire in his eyes. A desire that made me pant just to remember his kiss. He locked the door, threw the key on a small table beside it, and began to walk toward me. He approached me until he made me fall on the couch with him over me. Both arms rested beside my body. He passed the tip of his nose through the neckline of my costume, then in my neck, placing a kiss there and then his lips were glued to mine, making me grab the back of his neck and pull him to me.

“Where is your bedroom?” He whispered as he lowered the kisses to my neck.

"Last door down the hall." I whispered holding a groan.

His arms passed beneath me, lifting me up. Soon after he stood with me on his lap, making me entwine my legs around his waist. As he walked with me into his arms, I began to open the buttons of his blouse as i kissed his neck. Now it was my turn to tease him. I heard the door slam when he kicked it. Soon he was on top of me on the bed, kissing me fiercely while his hand did not stop pacing my body. I finished unbuttoning the buttons and pulled his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. I parted the kiss to admire what he had under his shirt. I let out a weak moan at the sight of his chest and his muscular arms. If he was already like this up here, I can not imagine how he should be down there.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled over onto the bed, getting a surprised look. I sat on his lap and leaned over him, kissing his lips, cheek, neck, chest and then making the same way back. His hands descended from my waist to my thighs and soon after they rose, pulling my dress up. I sat down again and stood erect. I pulled the zipper off the dress that was on the side of it, down and began to take it very slowly. Then I threw it on the floor with his shirt. His hands rested on my breasts, massaging them gently over the bra.

"I don’t think you need it." He whispered and then pulled the sides of my bra, ripping it in two. I didn’t have time to complain, because his hands pulled me down and soon he had his mouth on my left breast while using his hand to massage the right one. I rested one hand on the headboard, closing my eyes and moaning as I felt his tongue making circular motions in my bosom. With my free hand, I touched his cock over the pants, listening to him moan and make more pressure with his mouth. "You will make me lose control." He whispered, taking the kisses to my neck.

“So do!” I whispered totally sedated by pleasure. His gaze darkened and his mysterious smile returned to his lips. He rolled over onto the bed and stood over me, his lips kissing my chest making me groan wildly. I squeezed the pillows between my hands as I heard my panties rip.

“I'll make you mine.” I heard his voice growing whispering and I felt his breathing down, making me arch as I felt his lips touch me. I sighed and gasped before groaning loudly and arching my body one more time. His hands caressed my chest and squeezed my breasts as his tongue caressed my clit. I placed my hands over his, holding them and putting them side by side on my body, squeezing them tightly according to the intensity of what I was feeling. “You’re so sweet, baby.” He murmured before he came down and up with his tongue over the length of my pussy. I could no longer control my groans as I felt the first orgasm coming. How the fuck is he doing this?

I squeezed his hands as he felt my legs soften and my pussy contracted. Fucking hell! I grabbed his hair and pulled it up, making him look at me with a wicked grin. He came up to me, kissing me, making me feel my own taste.

"Let me reciprocate ..." I whispered between his lips. He shook his head in denial.

"Not now, I need to get into you, or I'll go crazy." He said opening the zipper of his pants and throwing it away, along with his underwear. I gasped at the sight of his hard cock, and felt my cunt getting even wetter. He lay on me and thrust his hips against mine, coming into me, stretching my walls, making me scream with the force he entered into me. I gasped and held the headboard, trying to get accustomed to his cock inside me. He put his face on my neck and moved slowly.

"Did I hurt you?" He whispered. Too breathless to respond, I just shook my head in denial. I felt his smile against my skin. His movements grew faster and stronger, making it difficult to stifle the loud groans. He clung to me as I held to his shoulders. Both moaning loudly, uncontrollably. He increased speed and I moved against him.

Soon, he rolled over on the bed, putting me on top of him.

“Ride me.” He commanded, his voice hoarse, making my body tremble and my pussy throb. I began to move my hips, roll over and rub myself in it. His hands came off my waist and went to rest on the pillow under his head. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, narrowing his eyes. “You’re so fucking tight-fuck.” He moaned, pressing the pillow between his fingers. I let out a moan and smiled as I saw him like that, beneath me, at my mercy as I rode on his cock. I rested my hands on his chest and increased the speed of my hips. Taehyung let out a loud moan, before pulling hard on both sides of the pillow and as if it were a piece of paper, he parted it in half, causing me to stop the movements and widen my eyes, seeing feathers spreading through the air .

Half a second later, I was under him. One of his hands held mine over my head and the other was between us, massaging my clit as he pushed his hard and big cock into me. I closed my eyes, too ecstatic to care about what had just happened.

"Why so hot? Fuck, I can fuck you forever… Open your eyes and look at me." He groaned, his voice harsh, making me open my eyes and meet his dark eyes, full of malice and desire over me. "Beg me to make you come." He ordered, increasing his thrusts. "Say my name, baby. Tell me how much you want to come."

"Please, Taehyung. Make me cum. I need it so bad."

A dark smile fell from his lips and he laid his body on me. He began to use even more force in his thrusts. He brought both his hands up to my wrists on top of my head, pinning me completely to the bed. The noise of his hips against mine was filling the room, with to our groans of pure pleasure. Taehyung began to kiss and nibble on my neck, and I could feel my orgasm coming. When my cunt squeezed around his dick, and I felt that hot pain coming out of my core, I threw my head back, groaning loudly as he fucked me hard.

It was then when I felt a strange pain coming from my neck, as if he had bitten me, but a real bite, the one that plucked blood. I groaned in pain, but I was too numb with orgasm to say anything more. Then he lifted his head, pushing his cock quickly inside me. My views were stained, and I began to feel sleepy. I wanted to say something, but the last thing I saw before my eyes closed, was the blood dripping out of Taehyung's mouth, along to his fangs.

Fuck, they exist. Taehyung is a vampire.

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The Period of the Long Change (6/15)

It’s quick. One second she’s standing there and everything is fine and then Emma looks up and it’s not. It’s awful. And the lights are too bright and there are too many rooms and too many opinions and her phone won’t stop ringing because everything seems to be changing all at once. She’s never been great at coping with change. But, maybe, if she can just figure it out and stay right where she is, with Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers, at her side, it’ll be alright.

It’s slow. One second he’s standing there and everything is fine and then Killian’s breath catches and it’s not. It’s terrifying. And the noises are too loud and there are too many questions and he can’t find the right answers to any of them, not sure how to cope with everything changing all at once. That’s never really been his forte. But, maybe, if he can just figure it out and stay right where he is, with Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations, at his side, it’ll be alright.

It’s another season and another challenge and Emma and Killian are both struggling to get over the boards.

Rating: Mature Word Count: A lot happens this chapter. There are a lot of words. AN: Today’s update also comes with some promises that what you’re about to read absolutely, one-hundred percent happens in real life. But! If you’re like Laura, that is absurd, these are grown men, not idiots, I would say, au contraire and then present you with these links. One, from the Rangers last year. And the second from the Blues this year, a team that not only got a puppy after this incident, but is now in the playoffs. So, yeah, this happens. I promise. If you’re still reading and clicking, I can’t thank you enough. It’s real nice.

Also on Ao3 and FF.net and Tumblr if that’s your jam.

“Go back to sleep.” “I can’t.” “Swan.” She flipped, hair flying everywhere and almost getting in his mouth, and Killian winced when her knee collided with his shin. “Ah, shit,” Emma mumbled, untwisting the blanket that had, somehow, moved in between them. “I wasn’t trying to do that.” “You mean to tell me you weren’t actively attempting to incapacitate me?” Killian asked, and he knew the joke didn’t land before he’d even finished making it.

Emma laughed, but it was more an exhale and a sigh, and she licked her lips quickly, like she was being timed and that was kind of true because it was Saturday, but she still had meetings with Zelena and Aurora and something with Sam and Joe about MC’ing an event they’d done for the last thirty years.

And Phillip’s memorial or whatever.

That wasn’t the right word at all, but it was some kind of celebration because, it seemed, setting a of rookie scoring record was a pretty good starting point for a career and Phillip had reached three-hundred points before anyone expected him too and, apparently, that meant there had to be some sort of ceremony.

That was the word for it.

It also meant Emma had to plan it and he knew there were, at least, fifty-six post-it notes detailing the breakdown of the whole goddamn thing on every inch of her desk.

She’d run out of floor space two days before. And Merida had to get her a new chair the day before that because Emma kept piling paperwork in her own seat.

Killian wanted to go back to sleep.

“We’ve got time,” he muttered, ignoring whatever the air was doing around them. Filling with tension and bad jokes and he was so goddamn tired of being worried and, generically, tired.

It was a miracle their bedroom door hadn’t been knocked over yet.

Or at least slightly checked against.

Matt liked to try and check the door.

“I have no time,” Emma argued. “I have, like, negative amounts of time. I should be in the shower already.” Killian grinned, tongue against the inside of his cheek and eyes a bit wider than usual, and Emma’s laugh sounded genuine that time. He swore he could feel it, fixing the air and probably all of the greenhouse issues on the entire planet and she closed her eyes when he pulled her against his chest.

“That could be very easily fixed, you know,” he muttered, mostly into her hair. Her whole body shook against him, which wasn’t really helping their cause or his desire to go back to sleep because it was Saturday and there wasn’t a game, and they should be able to linger in each other’s space for awhile.

“I don’t think that’s true at all.”

“How do you figure?” “Are you kidding me?” Emma asked, propping her head on one hand and her hair fell over her arm. “I’m counting the actual seconds until someone throws something at that door.” “I really doubt Peggy’s got that kind of upper-body strength yet. Maybe if we add some weights to her workout.” “Really confident in your own sense of humor, huh?”

Killian hummed, smirk back on his face and something that might have actually been butterflies in his stomach, which didn’t make any sense at all because he was flirting with his own wife and talking about their thirteen-month-old attacking the half-closed door on the other side of the room, but it was nice in a way that home was nice and comforting and safe and maybe he could hide Emma’s phone.

That seemed kind of immature.

“Occasionally,” Killian said, dropping his hand to trace over the curve of Emma’s hip. Her eyes fluttered again, teeth finding her lower lip and the butterflies disappeared almost immediately.

“Sometimes,” Emma amended, and her voice was just a bit breathless. He was going to count that as several different victories. “You know she almost kept her balance without holding onto anything for, like, a solid two seconds yesterday afternoon.” “What?” Emma nodded, smile wide despite her obvious efforts to stay cool and Killian was only slightly worried that his heart was going to do permanent damage to his chest cavity. Ariel would be pissed about that.

He’d walked too quickly on the treadmill yesterday, so she was out for blood.

“Yeah,” Emma continued. “You were making jokes about upper-body strength, but that kid is ridiculously strong. Like He-Woman or something.” “Is that a compliment?” “It is when I’m saying it.” “Ah, of course,” Killian chuckled, kissing between Emma’s eyebrows before he could stop himself. Maybe they didn’t have to go back to sleep. Maybe they could just evolve into some kind of picture-perfect family of his fluff-type dreams and he wouldn’t miss Peggy’s displays of upper-body strength because he was trying to keep his heart rate at a medically approved level.

It wasn’t at the moment.

He was sure.

“So, we were in my office and Zelena was waxing poetic about food choices, which is absurd because we’ve done this before and the food is always the same and Gotham has, like, one catering option and--”

“--Focus, Swan.”

She stuck her tongue out. He kissed her jaw. He kind of wanted to kiss everywhere else.

“You are impatient,” Emma accused, and Killian couldn't really argue with that. “Anyway, we were in my office and I was ignoring Zelena and Pegs totally pulled herself up, waddled around for approximately two and a half seconds and then promptly fell over. But it was a very impressive two and a half seconds.” “Two and a half, huh?” “Eh, maybe closer to three. We'll round up for the kid, you know?”

“Naturally,” Killian muttered, but he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening to his entire body and it felt like a mix of happiness and disappointment and a little frustration and he wished he could just pick one emotion and stick with it.

He wished he hadn’t missed that.

He wished he didn’t have more PT that afternoon.

“Hey,” Emma said, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt she could tug on. She settled for brushing her fingers over his forehead instead and, that time, it was Killian’s turn for his eyes to flutter shut, a ragged breath falling out of him and he wished he had the answers for several dozen questions he couldn’t bring himself to ask. “You ok?” “You keep asking me that, love,” he muttered. He hadn’t opened his eyes.

“It’s because I’m consistently curious. And worried. Probably more than curious.” “I know, Swan. I don’t want you to worry though. You’ve got enough to think about already. Zelena shouldn't be talking about the food. It’s the same every year.” “That’s true,” Emma agreed. “But, strange as it may seem, I’m almost ok with worrying about you. It’s part of the deal.” Killian opened his eyes, arching an eyebrow and he wasn’t entirely prepared for the slightly nervous look on Emma’s face. “The deal, huh?” “Yeah, you know, indefinitely or whatever. For concussions or worse.” “I don’t think that’s exactly what we said.” She couldn’t shrug when she was on her side, but she certainly made an effort and Killian briefly wondered if maybe that was where their daughter got her distinct lack of balance from. Emma wobbled a bit, eyes widening a fraction of an inch and it was all green and emotional and for concussions or worse didn’t really sound that bad.

“Semantics,” Emma mumbled. “Worrying about you isn’t...it’s not a job. It’s instinct or something that sounds way less lame than that.” “That doesn’t sound lame,” Killian said, and he probably shouldn't have responded that quickly or that enthusiastically, but he’d kind of lost control of everything and the world consistently felt as if it were spinning out of orbit, even when he was walking as slowly as possible. So, really, shouting emotions in Emma’s face was kind of a return to the usual.

She laughed softly, a sound he would have been more than willing to hear for the rest of forever if that weren’t even more lame than what Emma had just said.

“When’s the last time you had a headache?”

Killian clicked his tongue, trying to think back through the last week and they’d played in Vegas the night before, a loss that was dangerously close to a blowout and Jeff had broken his stick after the final whistle and Arthur had, undoubtedly, broken several whiteboards, but Husinger had gotten another point and it was a good assist.

They were going to be back on Garden ice that afternoon.

Will had texted him when they landed.

Robin complained about Husinger talking loudly on the flight.

“Not in awhile,” Killian said when Emma made an impatient sound at his silence.

“That’s not a date.” “I’m not writing it down, Swan.” “Shouldn’t you be?” “Those weren’t part of the instructions. I was told to stay off the ice and not walk too quickly and take medicine. I’m doing that. I was not told to document symptoms.” She didn’t say anything immediately, eyes tracing over his face as soon as his jaw snapped closed and the whole thing had been kind of ridiculous. This wasn’t the doctor’s fault. Well, not completely. It wasn’t even that kid’s fault – even if he’d led with his shoulder and he probably should have gotten fined. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

It had happened.

And he hadn’t done anything about it because he was…

It was fine.

That Husinger guy couldn't get a point in every game. That was impossible. And he talked too loudly on the team plane. Arthur wouldn't let that happen on another road trip.

He wouldn’t be first line very long.

And Killian couldn’t get playoffs, at the earliest, maybe out of the back corners of his brain.

It was fine.

“You know I bet we could get Pegs to weeble around the apartment for a little while,” Emma said. Killian grinned. And kissed her. Again.

“Weeble?” “Yeah, you know, weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down. She kind of looks like a weeble in a ridiculous amount of Jones-branded merchandise.” “Jones-branded?” “Please,” Emma scoffed, sliding across the bed and slinging one arm over his middle. It was difficult to keep up with what she said next when her fingers started tracing over his spine, drawing patterns that weren’t much more than straight lines, but felt a bit like vaguely emotional brands and it was way too early for those kind of pointed thoughts.

“Neither one of them realize there’s another person on this team,” she added. She’d moved again at some point, legs tangled with Killian’s and head tucked against the curve of his neck. He could feel her breathing, not entirely sure if the brush of her lips against his skin was wishful thinking or actually happening, and it didn’t really matter because Matt had thrust a piece of paper into Killian’s stomach when he picked him up at school the day before.

Of the New York Rangers winning a Stanley Cup.

And Killian in the middle.

Next to Matt.

They were stick figures and not quite an exact likeness, but there was some dark hair and a few shakily-drawn twenties drawn in open space and he’d folded it up and put it in his wallet.

He didn’t think he’d ever take it out.

Maybe he was just thinking pointed thoughts at all times now.

“He told me about the picture,” Emma whispered. Her lips were definitely touching his skin. “He was super proud of it. Wanted to make sure I knew it was him and you and Uncle Will. Robin will probably be very disappointed he wasn’t included.” Killian laughed, but it turned into a bit of a grunt as he snuck his arm around Emma and she mumbled a quiet apology when she landed on his chest. “I’m totally going to brag about it to Locksley.” “I mean, he’s your kid, and your his hero, so I think you’re getting a bit of an unfair advantage.”

Killian didn’t say anything, wasn’t entirely sure he could over the rather large lump of emotion that had landed in the middle of his throat, and Emma’s fingers had moved to his stomach, dancing over skin and muscle and an appendectomy scar that she always liked to linger on when they had a few moments to breathe.

He wasn’t sure he’d really, truly breathed in the last two weeks.

“I love you,” he whispered, finding his voice and Emma’s fingers froze. “Just...more than anything. You know that, right?”

Emma tilted her head up, lips brushing across his collarbones and the scruff he’d been far too lazy to shave. His hand shifted again, flat against her back like he was trying to keep her there or next to him and it was decidedly possessive and a little absurd because he knew neither one of those things were in danger of changing. There were several different and meaningful things to prove that, least of all the name he could feel on her back and the Stanley Cup ring currently pressing into his sternum, but the world was still out of orbit and not skating felt a bit like not breathing and, well, he was kind of a selfish asshole.

He wanted to win.

Again.

Indefinitely.

God, he hated that word.

“I know,” Emma said, voice a little shaky and eyes a little glossy and he wished he could stop making her cry. They were both going to be late. And something was probably wrong because no one had attacked their door yet.

Killian nodded, clenching his jaw and the question had been lingering on the tip of his tongue since Wednesday, but Emma hadn’t wanted to talk and didn’t have time and he hadn’t really forgotten, but then their kid started drawing Stanley Cup stick figures and he’d missed their other kid weebling and it kind of felt like something short circuited.

Her breath caught when he moved, flipping on her onto her back and moving into the cradle of her hips and her fanned across several different pillows at once.

“And here you were advocating the benefits of going back to sleep,” Emma muttered, and he didn’t have to look at her to hear her smile. It was another absurd thought, but that seemed to be par for whatever course Killian’s life had become, and he nipped against her neck when her fingers found his hair.

She rocked up at the same time he moved down and it was all friction and heat and something that might have been desperation, but that sounded decidedly negative and that wasn’t what this was. At least not entirely.

This was how much everything had been out of control and out of their control, a slim difference that seemed to make all the difference and Killian was more than willing to suffer through an entire PT of Ariel cursing him to a variety of different hells if it meant Emma made that noise as her right leg wrapped around his calf.

The bruise on her thigh had long since disappeared, but his hand drifted toward the spot anyway, some type of feelings-based magnet and how much he wanted her to be ok, and Emma inhaled sharply when his fingers grazed over the jut of her hip.

“It’s fine,” Emma muttered, the words sounding bigger than that and they weren’t talking about some ridiculous mechanical bull anymore.

She probably knew he kept the picture in his wallet.

She definitely knew he kept the picture in his wallet.

“That’s true,” Killian agreed, chuckling when Emma tried to swat at his shoulder. He caught her hand mid-air, brushing his lips over her knuckles and lingering under her ring She pulled her lips behind her teeth, tension almost visibly disappearing and back arching slightly and he was only ever going to be able to think about whatever the hell her leg was doing for, like, the rest of his waking days and possibly several lifetimes after that.

So, really, it didn’t matter where Ariel cursed him because he’d have this to remember and think about and he probably shouldn’t have been thinking about PT while trying to actively undress Emma.

“That wasn’t even clever,” she accused, nails scraping lightly on the back of his neck. Killian hissed, gaze meeting hers and she looked almost triumphant, smile wide and eyes unfairly bright. “And I really don’t think this is part of the post-concussion--”

“--Fine, Swan,” he interrupted.

She stared at him, like she was waiting for a different brand of honest or the actual reason he’d never told her about the headaches and the terror that seemed to rise up his spine and linger in the forefront of his brain every single night, like some kind of twisted hockey-future clockwork, but she either didn’t find it or wasn’t willing to wait any longer and Killian exhaled when she tugged him down and kissed him.

Hard.

And, really, that should have been it. It should have been kissing and getting rid of t-shirts with his name and number on it, but they were both kind of worried about the inevitable four-year-old attack and looming schedules and budgets that were probably changed, again, and the question seemed to fall out of Killian before he’d really decided he was going to ask it.

He’d been thinking it.

And Emma had been avoiding it.

“What exactly was the job?” he asked, leaning back to meet her slightly stunned and clearly frustrated gaze.

“What? Why aren’t you kissing me still?” “You’ve got to shower.” “And you made some terrible joke about showering with me before trying to take your shirt off. I thought we’d moved passed the shower thing.” “My shirt?” Killian asked, and Emma squeezed her eyes closed.

“It is kind of weird that you own t-shirt jerseys, but I was changing last night and you and Matt were watching film and it was the first thing I grabbed. You really couldn’t tell? It’s way bigger than usual.”

“I wasn’t really concerned with the size, honestly,” Killian admitted. “My mind tends to go blank when I realize the name on the back.” Emma opened her eyes, gaze a bit softer and eyes just as green. “Seems kind of clingy, Cap.” “Yeah, a little.” “A very quick agreement.” “No point in arguing that when I was making veiled allusions to showering together, right?” “Were they veiled?” Killian shook his head, nosing at the bit of skin just behind Emma’s ear. “You’re avoiding the question, love.”

“That’s because you’re a really bad interviewer. Maybe you should get Rubes to give you some pointers or something.” “I don’t think Red would appreciate her interrupting PT like.”

“Yeah, that’s probably true,” Emma mumbled. “And I’m not avoiding. Technically. I’m trying to deflect and distract with your own name.” “Yours too.”

He kind of shouted those words too, but it kind of felt necessary and another instinct because he wanted everything with Emma, including hockey and whatever promotion she could get with the league and maybe if he just followed Peggy around with his phone all day, she’d wobble or wobble on camera and he’d be able to see it.

“Ah, that was stupid romantic,” Emma said. Her fingers carded through his hair again, moving across his shoulders and another scar, courtesy of a particularly hard check when he was fifteen and some kid from at the Team USA camp didn’t appreciate how good Killian was at scoring.

“Charming,” he corrected softly. “We’ve been over that so many times, Swan.” “True. You’re not going to let the job thing drop, are you?” “I don’t know why you want me to.” Emma sighed, but she didn’t try to push him off her and he was more than content to linger on top of her while discussing some nebulous future that was only sort of overwhelming. He really wanted to shoot at something.

“It’s not so much that,” Emma started. “It’s just...there’s so much here and so much to do and I really think Mer is sleeping in her office again.” “I doubt that.” “Have you met Merida?” “Strangely enough, I have,” Killian nodded. “And I know she’s not sleeping in her office because she told me that she was going to Gristedes last night to make sure there were bags of dried cranberries in your office for the next week.” “Did you ask her to do that?” Killian glanced up at the sound of the question, Emma’s voice shaking slightly and cracking a bit and his mouth dropped when he realized what she was doing to her lower lip. He moved his thumb over it, doing his best to pry it away from her teeth without causing any more damage and it wasn’t that big of a deal.

He’d been telling Merida to make sure Emma ate since he got hurt, and even before then – when playoffs got crazy or she ordered the same salad from Pret the entire time she was pregnant with Matt and that was just part of the deal, slightly different versions of vows he’d promised twice.

And she still looked kind of stunned.

He needed to get back on the ice.

He needed things to be normal again.

“You’re deflecting again, Swan,” he muttered, and not kissing her was a very specific type of challenge. “What did Tink say?” “C’mon answer, the question. And please don’t talk about an attempted set-up while you’re also being charming. It’s a lot of mixed signals.”

He chuckled against her hair, fingers working back under her shirt and maybe he was the one deflecting. “What was it you said? I wanted to have kids with you, so I think you won, Swan.” “Ah, it sounds crazy when you say it like that.” “Maybe a little clingy.” “Oh my God.” “The job, love,” Killian said, pulling back and he wasn’t sure if he appreciated Emma’s laugh.

“You went all dad face on me. I couldn’t take it seriously.” “That doesn’t bode well for the future.”

Her expression changed again, a blink and a twitch of her lips and it would have been great if the Earth’s atmosphere stopped abruptly shifting like that. It wasn’t helping his lungs at all. Or his head. Tuesday. That was the last headache he’d had.

“That’s not true at all,” Emma said softly. “And, uh...the job is basically what I’m doing now, just...everywhere.” “Everywhere?” “This would probably be easier if you didn’t just repeat everything I was saying.” Killian rolled his eyes, but Emma was smiling again and her fingers were incredibly distracting. “So, the idea is to kind of grow the fanbase I guess. Especially the youth fanbase. Which apparently, rumor has it, I’m great at.” “But,” Killian prompted.

“How do you know there’s a but?” “Swan.” She stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes and it looked a bit like Peggy when she didn’t appreciate that they were were feeding her cut up sweet potatoes again. Emma Swan and Peggy Jones both hated sweet potatoes.

Killian didn’t say that out loud.

“It’s just a lot,” Emma said, probably waving her hands through the air over his back. “There’s a lot of kids and a lot of would-be fans and...I don’t have time to think about that now. I can’t think about that now. Not when everything is so…”

She gritted her teeth, the rest of that sentence practically flashing on a neon sign above her head. It was a pretty good imitation of what her desk phone usually liked.

“Emma,” Killian said, and she groaned loudly, an arm draped over her face and a pillow falling on the floor and they were on borrowed time already.

The door swung open, slamming into the wall hard enough that it probably left a mark and Killian winced when a four-year-old threw himself at his left leg.

“Dad, Dad,” Matt yelled, somehow getting the sound to move directly into Killian’s ear at the same time he dug his feet into his calf. “Are you awake?”

Emma laughed, turning her head into a pillow so it wasn’t incredibly obvious, but Killian was still half on top of her with his hand under her shirt and they were going to have to come up with a better way to avoid ruining their kid’s psyche.

Maybe after they dealt with everything else.

He still needed to get a tux for Casino Night.

“We’re very awake, Mattie,” Emma promised, twisting around to tug him further up the bed and Killian was sure one his kidneys suffered for the effort. “The real question is why are you awake? And what are we going to make for breakfast?” “I’m hungry!” “Yeah, I kind of figured that’s what this was about.”

Emma glanced at him, lips ticking up and whatever they’d been treading towards with the job discussion had been appropriately deflected. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to regret that as much as he did.

“What do you say we make breakfast today, Mattie?” Killian asked, sitting back on his heels and it was a precarious position, but that felt like a metaphor and he ignored it completely.

Matt jumped up, just barely missing both of Emma’s knees in the process, and Killian could hear Peggy yelling a few feet away and they were going to have to buy a real bed eventually because that kid really did have an absurd amount of upper-body strength.

“Yeah,” Matt yelled, but it came out a bit like a question and Killian was almost ready when a head collided with his shoulder. “Mattie, be careful,” Emma chastised. Her hand moved, hovering over Matt’s back and another Jones-branded t-shirt, but Killian shook his head deftly.

Another deflection.

Another slightly selfish move because that seemed destined to end with him half choking to death, but he hadn’t had a headache in days and maybe indefinite could end a little earlier than scheduled.

Probably after they ate their weight in chocolate-chip waffles.

“It’s fine, Swan,” Killian said, pleasantly surprised when he absolutely meant it and none of his joints cracked when he stood up.

Emma stared at him incredulously. “He’s gone full koala on you. I really don’t think that can be healthy. Physical activity was, like, at the absolute bottom of the list.” She groaned when he grinned, eyebrows twisting and there were so many pillows on their bed. He barely heard when she fell back against them. “You know what I meant,” she mumbled.

“I did. But I’m not all that concerned with the list at the moment.” He took a step forward, Matt still clinging to his side, and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. She smiled. “Go shower, love. We’re going to eat way too much chocolate.”

They did, in fact, eat way too much chocolate, Matt’s lips covered and, somehow, his chin had gotten into the mix, perched on the counter next to a bowl of batter with even more chips in it.

“Dad, can Mar have some too?” Matt asked, trying to yank the spoon out of the bowl and Killian wasn’t sure what his plan was, but he assumed it was flinging waffle batter at his sister. It’s probably what he would have done.

“Hey,” he said sharply. Matt’s shoulders slumped. “What did we say about sitting up here?” “Not to touch.” “Yuh huh.” “And not to swing.” Killian nodded, eyeing Matt’s swinging feet intently. They sounded incredibly loud when they collided with the front of the cabinet and he thought he was being very impressive when he snuck his hand into the bowl, grabbing a few chocolate chips that hadn’t mixed in yet.

“You’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are,” Killian muttered, and Matt widened his eyes in a way that was equal parts familiar and entirely uncharted territory. And it probably counted as physical activity, but his kid was laughing and smiling and happy and it didn’t really take much to sling Matt over his shoulder, socked feet bumping against his chest and fingers gripping at the back of the shirt he’d finally put on.

He hoped they didn’t burn the waffles.

Matt kept laughing and Killian, somehow, managed to get Peggy to eat a handful of bananas, some of which inexplicably ended up on his elbow, but it was good and healthy and-- “Dad,” Matt asked, moving to hang off Killian’s back and he’d gotten surprisingly good at that in the last few months. Maybe all their kids were just ridiculously strong.

“Yeah, kid.” “Did you like your picture?”

He wished he didn’t have banana on his elbow for this conversation.

“Of course,” Killian said, hoping his voice stayed even and confident and Matt wasn’t done. It was, he assumed, because they’d lost last night and Matt probably had the Rangers practice schedule memorized at that point and the prospect of hanging out with Leo Nolan that afternoon wasn’t nearly as fun as taking slap shots on Garden ice with Roland.

“Do you...do you think you’ll win?”

Killian had to take a deep breath before he answered, closing his eyes and trying to remember all the good things and the confidence he’d been flushed with that morning.

No headache since Tuesday. Good heart rate on the treadmill. Minimal glares from both Ariel and Regina in the last week.

Husinger’s pass had been ridiculous.

“Dad,” Matt whined, tightening his hold.

Killian flinched when someone knocked on the door, biting his tongue in the process and he never actually answered Matt’s question, peering through the peephole to find it covered with what looked like a handmade sign.

He knew who it was when she kicked at the door.

“Oh my God,” Killian muttered. “Mattie, don’t try and climb over me when I open this door, ok?”

It was a pointless request – Matt was four and had no control over his limbs ever and he probably should have been more concerned about Anna anyway because she practically leapt at Killian as soon as there wasn’t a door in between them.

Killian groaned when her body collided with his, arms around his middle and more hair in his face. He stumbled backwards, wincing when Matt likely did permanent damage to his right eardrum.

The shower turned off down the hallway.

“KJ, is that banana on your elbow?” Anna asked.

“Did you bring a sign?” he countered. “This is not JFK. A sign seems unnecessary.”

“Ok, this is super cute and you know it. So don’t try and tell me that you’re not charmed. I can see it in your face and your banana elbow.” Killian rolled his eyes, but Anna was, well, Anna and she was already talking to Matt. “My guy,” she grinned, trying and failing to pry him away from Killian’s back and that was only because she didn’t have the kind of upper body strength either of the Jones kids seemed to possess. “You trying to choke your dad?”

“Anna, Anna, Anna,” Matt chanted. She beamed at Killian. And let go of him so she could crouch to Matt’s level and hug him tightly, peppering his head with kisses until he found that decidedly unpleasant.

“What are you doing here, Banana?” She laughed, tilting her head up to him and he was, somehow, holding her sign. “It’s almost like you planned the food shenanigans to match up with even more absurd nicknames.” “Several habits make it a difficult habit to break.” “That’s kind of my excuse too, honestly.” “What?”

“Anna?"

Emma was standing on the edge of the kitchen, hair still in a towel and bare feet and it took less than a full second for even more hugging and questions and Zelena’s meeting schedule was going to be completely pointless after this.

Killian looked at the sign in his hand, biting back a smile and a laugh when he processed the words: HERE TO FIX YOUR LIFE, KJ.

They didn’t burn all the waffles, cleaning Matt’s face and Anna kept Peggy on her knee the entire time they ate, updates on several different mountains and a spread in Condé Nast, because that was the kind of person she was and she hadn’t been to New York in months.

She’d come to New York to fix his life.

The sign wouldn’t have lied.

Anna wouldn’t have lied.

“Alright,” Emma said, nearly an hour and two slightly dramatic baths for both kids later. “Let’s move out, team.” “Where are you going?” Anna asked, and Killian knew he didn’t imagine the disappointment in her voice. He smiled.

“I’ve got forty-two Casino Night meetings and I’m sure Aurora has opinions about Phillip’s ceremony she hasn’t actually voiced yet and--” “--God, there’s more?”

Emma made a face. “So I’m going to bring Mattie and Pegs to Reese’s and David’s because he’s got a day off for the first time in forever and--” “--Why can’t KJ and I watch ‘em?” “I’ve got PT in an hour, Banana,” Killian explained, but Emma’s shoulders sagged a bit. “So you better explain yourself pretty quickly or Red will throw a treadmill at you too.” “Yeah, I’d like to see her try.”

“Wily.”

“Don’t be a jerk, KJ.” He flashed her a grin, turning back to Emma when she grabbed her keys and two different phones, one of them already lighting up in her hand. “Hot chocolate later?” she asked, a note of something in her voice that didn’t sound like confidence and he was nodding before she closed her mouth.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Swan.” “Good,” she said, kissing him quick and leaning towards him so he could make a face at Peggy and Anna might have awed when he worked a rather loud da out of her. “See you later, Anna.” Anna hummed, waving and settling herself into the corner of the couch. She dug her heels into Killian's thighs. And, to her credit, waited for the door to close before she started talking.

“I brought chocolate,” Anna said, and that might have been the last thing he expected her to say. She smiled when Killian blinked. “Yeah, not what you were thinking, right? Teach you to assume you know my conversational tendencies. I figured it was about time I repaid the favor or something.” “It wasn’t a favor Banana. It was a very vocal demand of yours for fifteen years.” “Not that long.” “You’re right, longer.”

“Don’t be like that. I made you a sign.”

“A rather opinionated sign.” “Liam yelled at you over the phone!"

“Not really,” Killian argued. “He advocated for making out and dates and getting away from practice.” “You follow through on any of that?” “At least the first two.” Anna clicked her tongue, another heel press and expressive look and he kind of expected her phone to ring earlier, honestly. “Is this why you came here?” Killian asked, swatting at her leg when her feet started masquerading as fifty-pound weights. “God, move your legs, Banana. I am on IR.”

“Because of your actual brain, KJ,” she countered. Elsa sighed on the phone screen.

“Are we fighting already? That was not part of the plan.”

“The plan was unnecessary,” Killian growled. “I’m serious about your feet, Banana. Did you come here just for this? That’s worse than the sign.” “The sign was nice!” “The sign was kind of judgmental. And kind of backed you into a corner. Here to fix my life?” “Aw, Anna,” Elsa groaned. Anna blushed. “That’s not what we agreed on KJ. Although it’s nice to see visual proof that you’re alive. How’s your head?” “No headaches in awhile,” Killian said, and Anna was never going to move her feet. Like, ever again. “So as good as can be expected.” “You snuck on the ice yet?” “Who do you think I am, El?” “I know exactly who you are, KJ,” Elsa answered evenly. She was in her office. There was snow on the mountains behind her. “Which is why I’m asking that question.” “Rude,” “Honest,” Anna corrected. “And I’m not totally here because of you. It’s been a while since I’d seen Kris and we’ve been talking about…”

Killian snapped his head around so quickly, he was sure he’d need PT for that too and Anna’s cheeks were red enough that it was difficult to differentiate between her face and her hair. “Talking about?”

“Not that.” “You haven’t actually said anything, Banana.” She groaned, slumping in the couch and he should have made her get the chocolate first. He couldn’t eat more chocolate. “I’ve just been thinking about home, and missing home and Mattie’s a cute kid and,” she rolled her eyes, “shut up, KJ.” “I didn’t say anything.”

“Nah, you’re really bad at lying KJ,” Elsa muttered, and he jerked back when Anna thrust the phone in his face. “And Anna’s even more sentimental than you are and totally homesick. It just helps that you’re part of home so now we can tag-team you.”

“Ah, c’mon,” Anna groaned.

Elsa shrugged. “You weren’t supposed to make a sign.”

Killian chuckled, some of his frustration dissipating and it might have been because of the copious amount of chocolate he’d eaten that morning, but he was fairly certain it was also because Elsa and Anna Vankald resolutely refused to let him be anything except happy.

“You guys know you’re kind of late to the intervention party, right?” Killian asked. “I really haven’t gotten on the ice.”

“That’s actually pretty impressive,” Elsa said, ignoring whatever he did with his face at that. “But, uh...not entirely, no.” Killian tilted his head, eyes flitting from the phone to Anna and her pursed lips and Elsa looked nervous. “What’s this actually about?” “The plan kind of evolved in the last few hours,” Anna muttered. “Although there really is an offer to watch your painfully cute kids because Emma sounds super stressed out in the group text and you’re not great at dealing and--” “--How can she sound stressed out in a text?” “It’s a feeling, KJ.” “A feeling?” “Killian,” Elsa snapped, and he nearly jumped off the couch. Anna hissed. “This really isn’t about the semantics of the text messages.”

“Although you should really be aware of how stressed out Emma is,” Anna mumbled.

“I know, Banana,” Killian said. The frustration was back. It kind of felt like fury.

And he didn’t hear Elsa at first.

There was probably a scientific reason for that.

Complete and utter denial and the desperate desire to deflect this entire conversation.

Probably.

“I said, have you seen The Post today?” Elsa asked softly. Killian shook his head. “You, uh, you might want to look at it.”

It took a moment to find it – searching and scrolling and his phone had been off, his quiet fuck when he landed on the Q&A sounding impossibly loud in the now-silent apartment.

He’d seen the feature before, a Saturday spread two pages from the back with a color headshot for the columnist and splashy photos for the subject and he’d answered those questions more than once in the last decade and a half.

It was the headline, really, that got the laugh out of him, slightly manic and a little surprised and he knew Elsa tried to glance at Anna through the phone.

Harping on Husinger: How the Rangers call-up is making this his team

“His team?” Killian asked. He didn’t take his eyes away from his phone, grip tightening and the words felt like acid working out of him. He was glad he didn’t melt. That’d probably ruin the couch. It’d at least scandalize Anna.

“So he says,” Elsa muttered. “Several times.” “He says this shit more than once?”

She made a noise, an agreement and a slight whimper and Killian’s lungs had never collapsed before, but this kind of felt like that. Or the world falling into a black hole.

Anna sniffled.

“He’s a dick, KJ,” she shrugged. “Just...forget the goals and that pass last night. He’s...trying to make it sound like you know you won’t come back and it’s his spot and his playoff run and..”

She didn’t finish. Killian wished she finished, but his eyes were scanning sentences and proclamations and promises, swallowing when they landed on my line’s been great, it’s been so easy to settle into the scheme and Arthur’s an incredible coach, and I can only hope I keep finding the back of the net. This is the moment I’ve been waiting my whole career for, I don’t intend to backtrack.

“This is bullshit,” Killian said, voice low and he kept shaking his head like that would get rid of the ringing in his ears. “It’s not his team.” “We know, KJ,” Elsa promised. “He’s just trying to get his five minutes.” “Or his minutes until the playoffs.” “What?” “That’s as soon as I can get back. Maybe.” “Maybe?” “That’s what they told me, El,” he growled. She widened her eyes. “Sorry, sorry, I just...how did you find this? Were you looking for headlines? And why didn’t Lucas tell me?” “I don’t think she knew Husinger was going to say all that. And you’re kind of terrifying, KJ.” “And Belle texted me,” Anna added. “That’s why the plan changed. I think she was trying to talk Scarlet out of killing this guy at practice.”

There wasn’t much thought after that.

It was just anger and red on the edge of his vision and Killian stuffed his phone in his pocket, mumbling I’ll be back later when both Anna and Elsa questioned where he was going.

He left his wallet in the bedroom.

“Hey, uh, you see that story this morning, Cap?” the driver asked, and Killian grunted or nodded and neither one of them said anything else the entire drive down Columbus Ave.

He didn’t say anything to the security guard either, just tugged up the collar of his jacket and kept walking, eyes on his shoes and mind nowhere near rational. He could hear pucks hitting the boards already.

The tension was obvious, even through Killian’s own cloud of anger and fury and several other words that were equally irrational. Will was standing on the far edge of the ice, helmet off and stick clutched in his hand tight enough that Killian would have bet him several different things his knuckles were white under his gloves.

Robin was taking faceoffs, Husinger just outside the circle and neither of them looked particularly pleased to be sharing the same few feet of space. Phillip kept glaring at them both.

Arthur blew his whistle.

“Again, Locksley,” he growled. “And try not to fuck it up this time. You looked like shit last night.” “He won more than half Arthur,” Will pointed out. Another whistle blow.

“I’m not paying him to win half. I’m paying him to win seventy-five percent. At least.” “You’re not really paying him at all, you know, unless you got a promotion none of us heard about.”

Arthur let go of his whistle, the stupid bit of plastic landing on his chest with a soft thump and Husinger chuckled. And, for half a second, Killian was worried the whole goddamn team was going to kill him.

Phillip’s eyes narrowed and Will dropped his stick, Robin standing up to his full height and rolling his shoulders – the same exact way Roland did when he didn’t like a call on the ice.

Arthur skated across the circle.

“You want to try that again, Husinger?” Arthur muttered. He laughed. Again.

Killian swallowed. And swung his legs over the boards.

He was always better on ice than he was anywhere else, more confident and more controlled, and, admittedly, more talented, but in the moment, he was simply thankful he kept his balance, a distinct lack of traction that may have been due to the excessive beating of his heart.

“Cap,” Will gasped. “What the hell. Get off the ice?” Killian shook his head, certain he would fall over if he stopped moving and Husinger stopped laughing when he saw him.

He hadn’t actually seen him in person yet.

He wasn’t that big, no taller than Killian and a little stockier, leaning on his stick with half a smile on his face and a confident attitude that was treading dangerously close to complete and utter dick. He clicked his tongue when Killian was a few inches away, jaw tight and eyes tracing across his street clothes and sneakers.

“Looks like you’re still not quite ready to suit up, Jones,” Husinger grinned.

Will nearly jumped forward.

Killian shook his head, crossing his arms lightly and he still couldn't really come up with any coherent thoughts. “What the hell is your problem?” he asked, ignoring both Robin and Phillip when they mumbled Cap under their breath.

Arthur looked torn between blowing his whistle and making them all skate blue lines.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yeah, you do,” Killian muttered. “Or you wouldn’t look that nervous.” Husinger blinked, smile wavering for half a moment before he schooled his features and pursed his lips. He shook his gloves off. “I’ve never met you before, man,” Husinger continued. “All I know is the legend.”

“There’s no legend.” “Ah, sure there is or you wouldn’t be here to defend it. You worried about your squad? Is that what it is?” “It’s not your team.”

“Not yet. You see that pass last night? Rocket right across the ice. That’s what they were saying on all the talk shows this morning.” “A spot on SportsCenter’s not going to get you a Cup.” “And yet you’ll still be on the bench no matter I do, won’t you?” Husinger asked. Killian fisted his hands at his side, biting on the inside of his lip and he could hear Will breathing behind him. “It’s a talkative team. Not really like that in Hartford, but they do talk about you Hartford and you’re out of commission for awhile.” “Seriously, what is your problem, man?” Phillip balked, huffing when Robin pushed his hand into his jersey.

Husinger shrugged. “I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care about Jones. I don’t care about his fucking brain or his cognitive reasoning or the kids everyone keeps talking about. This is a a hockey team. And it’s supposed to win. I’m here to win. I don’t care about anything else.” “That’s not how this works,” Killian muttered, voice barely audible and Arthur stared at him. “You can’t win if you’re just here for you.”

“Did you miss the part where I don’t care?” “Nah, I heard you. Strangely enough the concussion didn’t affect my hearing.”

Will tried to turn his laugh into a cough, but he was grinning when Killian glanced at him and he’d never picked up his stick. “That was funny, Cap,” he said. “You hear that Locksley? Cap’s making jokes about concussions.” “Don’t tell Emma,” Robin yelled.

Killian rolled his eyes, but Husinger was still standing there and, presumably, still a piece of garbage, absolute dick looking for a moment in the spotlight and they all really should have expected it.

It had already been in print.

“This is my spot now, Jones,” Husinger said, shrugging like it was obvious and Arthur put the whistle back in between his teeth. “And I’m not going anywhere. You can come back and it won’t matter. You’re gone. Might as well get used to it now. Make it easier to explain to your kids next season.”

It wasn’t really red.

It was kind of like...magenta. Burning and searing and so goddamn hot Killian had to glance down at his hands to make sure they hadn’t exploded into flames.

And Killian barely heard Will, a quiet “ah, fuck that guy,” in the background when he walked forward, lifted his hand and punched.

A right hook, straight to the jaw.

Everything went to shit after that.

Killian landed another two punches before Husinger reacted, a fist in his stomach and the side of his cheek and he swore he heard something crack, the pain rushing straight through him. He was never entirely sure how he kept his balance, slipping and sliding and gripping the front of Husinger’s jersey like a goddamn anchor.

He didn’t stop.

He felt an arm around him, trying to pull him away and he didn’t know if it was Will or Robin, didn’t particularly care either way, particularly when another blow landed on the side of his ribs. That made it more difficult to breathe.

And keep fighting.

Arthur blew his whistle.

Phillip cursed when Husinger elbowed him, trying to fight him off as he worked to stay on his skates and there was blood dripping into Killian’s mouth.

He could feel the bruise blooming under his eye, and it was a bit like being thrown into ice-cold water. His legs shook under him, suddenly incapable of supporting his weight and Will mumbled something he couldn’t understand.

Arthur was shouting, yelling instructions and something that sounded a bit like get this asshole the fuck off my ice and Killian exhaled, desperate to blink away the spots in front of his eyes.

Will kept mumbling ambulance.

“No, no, no,” Killian argued, shaking his head. That was a mistake. Weebles wobble and they absolutely fall down.

“Cap.” “No, no, just...just go find Emma.”

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #cs fic #blue line change #hey remember how much canon!killian jones loves his pirate ship?#think about the rangers like that pirate ship

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allonsy-yesiwill · 5 years ago

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What a dick

Read X Jared, Jenson and SPN members

WC: 2732 ish

Summary: Headed to a supernatural convention for the first time.

A/N: So when I watched the DCcon video there are some things that happen and I just feel like the boys would be super nice like this.

Warning: Angst, lack of self-worth, breakup, cheating, mostly fluffy goodness.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we are doing this,” you said to your boyfriend of the past 2 years.

“I know we should have done it earlier,” Mark your boyfriend responded

It was your first ever Supernatural convention. You two had been planning it for the last year, and you couldn’t believe it. In all honesty, you couldn’t believe that you found someone that loved Supernatural as much as you did and in your hometown.

You two drove to Vegas, making the most out fo the trip you got into town on a Wednesday. You were both super excited until you saw her. Your boyfriend's ex. It had been an issue for the last 6 months, she was coming around and just causing trouble. Well, at least that’s what you were told. The moment you see her in Vegas, you start to question things. Start to question him. Things are adding up. You barely sleep Wednesday night.

Thursday morning there is convention stuff to do, it was like J2M stuff but you were still excited to see and do it all. Letting yesterday be pushed aside till later. As the day moves on Mark says he’s not feeling well and he wants to go lay down. The only person left is Tahmoh Penikett, so you don’t even question it.

That is until it’s too late.

Walking back to your room, you do your girlfriend good deed, stopping to get some soup for your sick man. “Hey love, I brought you so,” your words just stop with what you’re eyes are taking in.

“See, Y/N I knew you couldn’t ever properly satisfy him,” she says clearly still sitting on his dick.

You don’t run. You don’t move. You don’t speak. You do hear Mark speaking, some bullshit about sorry, it’s not what you think. What the fuck do you mean it’s what you think, she’s fucking sitting on your dick.

“Out now, take all of your shit and go,” your voice is calm and does not waver.

“How are you going to get home,” Mark asks.

“That’s not your issue.”

Once you are the only one in the room you pull out your phone, calling your bestie who is still at home. “Look, Amanda, I know this is crazy but can you just change the locks and my place and set all of Mark’s things on fire.”

She doesn’t question anything you say, just says yes. She is your ride or die. Before you get off the phone you do tell her the story, she suggests going to the hotel and asking if you can get another room. It’s a good idea, you don’t want him coming back and sitting outside your room. You pack up your stuff and head down to the lobby, just hoping everything works out.

It’s getting late by the time you make it down and it kinda looks like the hotel is full, but you still try. Walking up the hotel gatekeeper you say, “So ah can I get another room.”

“Is there something wrong with yours?”

Is there something wrong, yeah there is but it’s not their fault. You do your very best to make things up, the best not great, it smells. Nothing he’s not buying what you are selling. Fuck. You know you’re going to have to tell him.

“Okay look, I came here with my boyfriend and less than well 4 hours ago I walking into our room and he was fuck is ex. So I just need a new room, please,” the truth slips out with a few tears to follow.

“Fuck let me see what, just, I am sorry.”

“Yup me too.”

“So yeah, um well here it is. We only have a suite left. Sorry, the convention it’s, we are full because of it.” As the words leave his mouth a pit in your stomach opens and your face falls into your hands but he continues, “ Look I know it’s not the best but we have cleaning people, I can call them and they can clean it for you. I know it’s not the best but it’s better than nothing right.”

You don’t move, you can’t move. The tears running down your face, you’re a hot mess, you don't wanna show your face. It’s all kinda making sense now, why he left. Why he did this. You are a trainwreck, all aboard next stop crazy town.

“Hey sorry I couldn’t help but kind of hear everything. I am pretty sure I can help.”

Wait you know that voice, soft, kind of childlike. No fucking way it can’t be. You look up while your mascara falls down. No FUCKING way.

“Would it be possible for me to pay for me to put the suite on my bill,” Jared asks.

“Of course Mr. Padalaicki.”

“Hi I am Jared, you are?”

“Oh um hi, Y/N. Um, I am pretty sure you don’t have to do this. I mean I am not your problem.”

“Well Y/N, I know I don’t have to do this. I want to, besides I have too much money and I would love for you to help me with the problem. Gen would totally be grateful as well.”

You can’t help but laugh, “ That’s my kind of problem.”

Jared fills out all of the paperwork, little did you know he also talked them into refunding your room rental but this will be a pleasant surprise for later. Your new room is right next to Jared’s and he lets you know the Jensen is just down the hall. While you are making the trek to your room Jared asks what happened and you told him. Jared being Jared just hugs you, when you finish the story in the elevator, you can’t help but cray just a bit more.

“Fuck him,” Jared offers up, “ I mean you seem pretty awesome, so he’s totally missing out.”

“Thanks, yeah he’s not that smart.” Jared chuckles at your joke. “I don’t know I think the worst part is he has all of his passes still. What if he just like comes and sits next to me tomorrow night, I don’t know if I could handle that.”

“Funny thing, I know some people that work there let me see what I can do.”

“Are you going to get him blacklisted, oh my god can you do that. I mean you know if that’s a thing. Put up a big picture of him and say not allowed.”

Jared laughs, “ I don’t think that is a thing but let me see.”

He walks you to your room and makes sure it fits your needs. It does, it’s the nicest room you have ever stayed in, in all of your years. Before he leaves he gives you another big hug and tells you his door is open if you need anything during your stay. You only reassure him that you will be fine, you are only going to shower and then crawl into bed for the night.

The next morning you wake up at an ungodly hour of 5:30, not being able to go back to sleep you slip into your workout clothes and head to the hotel gym at 6 am. Putting your headphones on you climb onto the treadmill and just run. Finishing your workout and thinking you were the only person crazy enough to be in a hotel gym on a Friday morning. As it turns out you were wrong, climbing off the treadmill, you jump when you see Jared, landing on the ground you take off your headphones.

“Hey Y/N, are you okay. Sorry about that. I called your name out but I figured your music was too loud,” Jared offers to help you up off the ground.

“Oh my god, I just gave myself a heart-attack, Jesus fucking Christ.”

“You don’t need to call me my by formal name, Jared works just fine.”

“Stop,” you can’t help but laugh.

Jared and you chat for a bit, he lets you know he’s going to go to the convention today cause Gen and the kids aren’t going to make the trip as the boys are sick. You two agree to meet in the lobby at a set time to walk over, Jared telling you that he’s got possible problem corse corrected.

The day was amazing, Jared fixed the issue by getting you backstage. If there was a heave this would be it. Jared didn’t need to be there on Friday so he had no set plans he did whatever you wanted to do. You got to meet everyone….every fucking one. Not only that but Jared was so nice, you guys talked about everything. Where you were from, growing up, Jared even offered up the store about him and Gen and how he knew. He was clearly making a point that Mark probably wasn’t your human. You even got to facetime with Gen a bit, you weren’t sure how this was your life but it was.

You had dinner with everyone and everyone cared. There were so many hugs, you were overwhelmed. You had never felt more valued in your entire life. When you and Jared walk back to your rooms you stop him outside before going in.

“Hey, so I know this is going to sound weird and all but thank you. For everything. I am not sure I really knew what love was before this. Like I just really appreciate you and everyone, everyone just made me feel so good about me being me and like I was valuable,” you let out softly.

“You don’t have to thank me for being a human,” Jared hugs you. “And I am sorry no one made you feel this way before today. Mark was clearly a dick.”

“Yeah, he was,” you laugh.

Saturday you were pretty much on your own. However you still your backstage pass and Jared made sure you had someone to ask questions and get you the very best of everything. Everyone was going to the bar after the concert and you couldn’t say no.

“Everything okay Y/N, “ Brianna asks.

“Yeah it’s just my ex is here,” you let out.

“Oh Jared told us about him, what a dick,” Kim says.

“We should do something,” Brianna lets out.

By do something Brianna met you weren’t going to sign all of you up to sing karaoke. Not really your thing but with these two amazing people by your side you weren’t going to say no. And your glad you didn’t it was amazing, you could feel Mark watching you. Then you remember the people that were around you. The fucking cast of supernatural, you two had talked about it so many times. How awesome it would be to hang out with them and it was so much more than that.

Once you returned to your table you saw Mark trying to walk over, but he was stopped by Mischa. You two had met earlier in the day and after finding out you were also a gisher he promised you that one of the items on this year's hunt would be Mark’s dead body. As the night came to a close, Mark was still in the bar so no one would let you leave alone. Finally setting up Misha puts his arm around you and walks you out of the bar. The look on Mark’s face was priceless. Misha stops outside the bar and says, “ We should document this for science, can I see your phone. “ Not even questioning it you hand your phone over and Misha take a selfie of you two, in the background you can see Mark and the look of anger on his face. You can’t help but smile. Before walking back to the hotel you turn around and call out “Thanks Mark, for everything.”

“What was that for,” Misha asks.

“Well, honestly he didn’t make the choice that he made I would be here. I wouldn’t have known that what we were doing wasn’t love. So I really felt like I should thank him for that.”

“I am proud of you.” Oh my mother fucking god, Misha is proud of you.

Misha walks you to your room and bids you a good night. Walking into your room you notice a piece of paper on the floor, so you pick it up.

Hey Y/N,

Coffee 7 am, lobby, see you there.

Jared.

Would it be weird if I frame this, you think to yourself.

Heading down to the lobby well before 7, you sit in one of the sofas and just think about everything. You are a bit hungover but nothing too bad. Coffee will definitely help.

You hear a voice from behind you, “So I hear we are going to break someone face today, Y/N.” You turn and around to see green eyes smiling at you.

“Oh yeah, I have a whole list. I mean there’s just one name on it but it’s still a list.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N, Jared just messaged me he will be down in a minute.”

You spend the next 15 minutes talking to Jensen mother fucking Ackles and surprisingly you weren’t awkward. Jared had told him your story and some other things, you were a bit taken back by the fact that J2 had a conversation about you. Jared finally comes down and hands you a party patch, “here I heard you had a good night last night.”

“Dude don’t give her that, you’re going to make her smell too.”

“It doesn’t smell, calm down”

“It does smell,” Jensen sniffs Jared, “ You fucking smell.”

“Whatever, let’s get coffee.”

The boys went to do their thing leaving you backstage to watch on the TV. You were still in shock at what was happening, it was amazing you were hanging out with all of these people that you had dreamt, even pretended to be friends with. As the day finishes up the boys ask you what’s next for you. The honest truth is you didn’t know. You didn’t even know how you were going to get back home, probably purchase an airline ticket.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I guess I stay one more night and see if I can catch a flight out tomorrow. I took this whole week off of work because I was planning on driving back.” you say.

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” Jensen says.

As it turns out, Jensen was able to get you a flight out on Wednesday afternoon, he even used if miles to get you upgraded. You handed him your credit card number to type on his phone but what you didn’t know yet is that he was paying for it.

“Thanks again guys, this is just the best weekend of my life. I don’t think I could ever repay you guys.”

“Please, it was nothing. I had a really good time getting to know you, your a great person and I am very thankful that I was standing by you in the lobby Thursday night,” Jared let out.

“I think your next vacation should be to Texas, maybe next year,” Jensen asks.

“Really, like, really.”

“Yeah, I know you would get along great with our girls and Baby’s going to be at the brewery once the filming is done. I think I know someone so you could probably even sit in her,” Jensen says.

You agree to make a trip to Texas next year and you trade contact info, you aren’t on twitter much but they do find you and Jensen Ackles even follows you on Instagram. Jared lets you know that your room is paid for till you leave Wednesday, he follows it up with a happy birthday. Knowing full well that it’s not your birthday, however, you get what he is doing.

Both of them are leaving tonight, so the last set of hugs is shared and you wish them well. You can’t believe that this is your life. Walking up to your room you look at your phone and the new contacts

J One

J Two

You chuckle remembering how Jensen was unhappy with being thing 2. Walking into your room you dial Amanda’s number. When she answers the phone you let out, “So you’re not going to believe what happened this week…”

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A whole ass month has passed by and still, I have not got over the fact my dad got married before and ditched his real first born son. I would deep down like to air it out to the family right here at this table but I don’t know, I am already living here again. Naomi on the other hand is chasing me, she just found out yesterday I am here and is now eating with us. My family won’t ask why I won’t go back home, this is home though. Naomi fucked with the wrong nigga, she thought I am going to obey her. Just kill yourself and be done with it “awfully quiet today Maurice, usually talking your shit. Sorry dad, I mean your nonsense” Nalah spoke up, she loves to create some drama “you better be quiet, I am the one letting you go Dubai to oversee the new hotel. Hopefully some poor helpless guy takes you” looking up from my plate grinning at Nalah from across me, she gawked at me not saying a word “well, was just asking when you going to Vegas again” see what I mean, she wants to talk shit infront of Naomi “you went Vegas?” I knew it, I knew Naomi would speak up “what’s it got to do with you? I have business meetings there, ask my lovely dad” eyeing him up, my dad cleared his throat “we did meet after yes” he’s a good guy “there you go, so what’s the issue?” wiping my mouth with the napkin “not seen you since the wedding” I chuckled licking my lips “as long as I buy you bags you will be fine” my phone started to ring in my pocket “not how a marriage works is it?” getting my phone out from my pocket “also lies don’t work in a marriage either but you did that” Bonita is calling me, this is shocking because she never calls me “I have to take this” getting up from my seat “hello?” answering the call “I was about to put the phone down, it rang longer than it should” this is what I like about her, she just doesn’t care “one second” I said.

Walking out of the dining room “why you already being rude for? I mean come on, I just got scared. I was like Bonita really calling me? Are you bored?” she must be “you damn right, I am on lunch and I was like I need someone that will talk about the lies he says, speaking different languages my ass” busting out laughing “why you playing me like that? I will personally show you I can, you put me on the spot. I get nervous, I gots feelings Bonita” talking to her and also texting all day has been different, she makes me laugh. I got to thank Shawn for helping me out “nervous? Boy please, I kind of like you calling me Bonita. It sounds sexy actually” raising an eyebrow “you getting wet?” I said straight up, she let out a giggle “it will take more than that, it will take you saying that to my face” she makes me want to fly over there but we are taking shit slow, also we need to meet yet but she is so damn busy all the damn time but she on her grind so I am waiting “I am waiting on you, we need to meet. The longer we wait, you know” not finishing my words off “know what? Man of many words, come on. You said to me last night you was going to show me around Texas, how is Shawn? The only reason I can never forget that guy is because of his eyes” rolling my eyes, his eyes be pulling women “he good, I ain’t seen him for a while but you know that is still on. Waiting on you, it’s been like a month now? A month and a week, this time you can’t put the phone down on me in person” she stay doing it, just because I was eating in her ear like that shit was serious “maybe tonight, I say maybe because I will probably look ugly. We can facetime again and oh my god. My mom that night, I was so ashamed” laughing a loud “she was like is this your boyfriend! I was like woah, hey. We need to meet first, she funny your mom, then she said to me is my eyes closed. I got small eyes, the fuck” shaking my head laughing, it’s stupid funny.

Pulling my hood up on hoodie “my man!!” Shawn spat, biting my bottom lip trying not to smile too much “you looking well my brother” dapping him as I slid into the booth on the seat across him “you see this tan? Bahamas was fucking crazy, but I missed you. You ain’t been calling me, the fuck!?” pushing my hood back laughing “I am a busy guy you know” Shawn side eyed me “busy with what? This smile is something I have been waiting to see for years, you look so happy. What happened? She already gave you P?” shaking my head “no, no. Never that, don’t think that. It’s been different, she just keeps me on my toes. She is like me, it’s the best thing I have done and thank you so much Shawn, thank you for pushing me. I am scared to go on a journey like this but you here supporting me” fist bumping him “well when I see you, I just see the soul being sucked out of you and not in a good way. I see you now and it’s like a new man, you need a person that compliments you and wants the best for you, so how is it?” rubbing my hands together “it’s crazy, we ain’t met yet. She always busy and I accept it because she grinding hard, I kind of lied though. She asked where I work and I said a hotel, manager or some shit. You think I am doing wrong? I don’t want to fuck this up, and guess what? Search my motherfucking name now, you will only see who I am, no negative marriage shit” Shawn’ mouth fell open “for real? Well I mean money buys you anything, you did the same thing your dad did. That is what is up, but you know when it comes to it you will need to say it” sitting back sighing out “don’t get me started, I don’t even want to think about that part. For now I want to just meet her, get to know her. She funny though, we speak everyday” I am so hyper right now.

The waiter bought out food to us “would you like anything else?” he asked “just a water please” picking up my fork “it’s nice that we get to eat breakfast together so tell me, how is the family? Y’all had fun?” I asked him “we did, it was nice. We left and at the airport I see Kellen, he is going on his third honeymoon, I was like nigga. Your honeymoon has ended get the fuck outta here” shaking my head laughing “why is my cousin stupid as fuck, he seems busy. When I called him he was like I can’t come, I am busy. I wanted to say busy in that pussy but I held back. She is a nice girl though” breaking a bit of my pancake with my fork “she is, he is happy so screw the rest. I am also getting deep with a girl, finally” my eyes widened “seriously? No way, that’s so good. You been talking to her for a while or something?” Shawn pulled a face “I kind of been on and off with her, she’s a new recruitment at the place I work, I think she is the one for me though” dapping Shawn “happy for you bro, we about to be both happy. I hope so anyways” things seem to be looking up, this chick has bought a new lease of life to me.

Staring down at my nails, picking at the side of little finger nail because this shit is looking pathetic. As a person that is hopefully going to be a surgeon I can’t have long nails so I have to have these short for what I want to do, but with my time off coming soon I can get my nails done, I am in need of this time off. Just some TLC for me “girl, lift your head up. Your nail ain’t going to grow like that” looking up from my nails and at Leon “well it makes me sad, my hands look so ugly. How can I show these off to a potential boo” Leon got his arms open to me, getting up from the seat “took ya damn time by the way” hugging Leon “I took the damn bus, you know that shit is slow. Come on, we need to have our weekly catch up, we can facetime Tif” picking up my bag from the floor “you know, I was thinking you should move with me. Why doesn’t Thomas let his baby go” Leon is one of my besties apart from Tif, we went to school together, college and everything. We been said that this guy is gay but he came out to us just two years ago, we knew anyways “my dad loves me, he doesn’t care for me leaving and besides. I am saving my money, I am still a broke ass” Leon side eyed me “my ass you broke, your parents will spoil the life out of you. I just think we need to get an apartment, get some men through and get some dick, we need it” laughing at his stupidity, he wants a place where we just get dick.

Intertwining my arm around Leon’ as we slowly walked on the Carmel city beach “this is so romantic, why couldn’t you just be straight? We are so perfect together” poking my lips out at Leon, he is holding my bag “if I liked pussy you would be with me, I wish I did like the look of pussy. It’s just eew, I cannot even stand to look at it” he cringed “but at least you tried pussy babe” Leon groaned out “it was nasty, like I knew I wanted dick. I just struggled to accept it, but don’t you think I am like those macho gays, I could pull it off being straight” resting my head on his arm “I would say yes, you’re very sexy for a gay anyways. Don’t you just miss Tiffany? I am jealous she got so lucky, Kellen is so kind” Tiffany actually has done well for herself, they dated for years too “oh god, Kellen eyes are just fine. Remember when he assumed I fancied him?” busting out laughing “but he was right, you did! Tiffany knew it but it’s all good, we got on. You and I are the single lovers, we can buy a French bulldog and live together” looking up at Leon “you know what, that is the plan with us” Leon rolled his eyes “you better not get no man now, I don’t want to be fighting anymore. Your ex was an asshole, he called me gay” Leon is stupid “you are that but the way you just punched him, he was shook. You’re my hero” he is hilarious.

Finally home, it’s been a long day and I had to catch up with my bestie Leon “decided to come home, I was about to send a search party out for you. You worked night and then you didn’t come home” hugging my dad “you worry too much, I am back home. I went to see Leon, we walked the beach. I am so tired now” feeling my dad press a kiss to the top of my head “well mom has just put out the food, I came because I saw your car. Wanted to hug you” this is why I don’t ever want to leave this home, all this loving I get “auntie Gloria is here too” my eyes bulged out, she is too much and is here “now, now. She loves you, nothing but love in this home” my dad moved back and there stood my auntie “I am so proud of you my niece. You work so hard, you not slept” hugging my auntie “yeah, I think I am going to eat and then sleep straight away, it’s good to see you though” I wish was she wasn’t here, only reason is because she is loud and I really don’t’ feel like interacting with people right now.

Sitting across my auntie on the table, I stifled out a yawn. I need to go to sleep “dessert?” my mom said to me but I shook my head “I am just thinking, we need to go on a family holiday again. What do you think to camping?” sitting up on the chair “no, let’s go somewhere better, I have always wanted to go to New Zealand. What do you think?” My dad rolled his eyes at me “you always go to extremes, one day. I am not that rich yet but we can go to different city together?” my dad does his best, I am so loved here that I would not want to move out “you know what dad, why don’t we go somewhere cold. Alaska, that is different right?” I need to not be so petty “you know what Robyn, we will do that. That is so different, ok. I will get to planning, you know every year we need to do something. I am going to be so sad whenever you do move out” poking my bottom lip out “stop it dad, you will have me forever in this house” he is so sentimental.

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Queen of Hearts (Ch.25)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: some violence, I think there’s some cursing

Note: Enjoy! We’re getting down to the final chapters, wow

Word Count: 2625

Summary: It’s the morning of Emma and Liam’s wedding and tensions are high. As they ladies try to prepare, the boutique is attacked. Will all the ladies survive?

Chapter 25: Headstrong - Trapt

Back off I'll take you on

Headstrong to take on anyone

I know that you are wrong

Headstrong we're Headstrong

Back off I'll take you on

Headstrong to take on anyone

I know that you are wrong

This is not where you belong

I can't give everything away

I won't give everything away

Liam slowly pushed the door open, causing a sharp creaking sound and wished he hadn’t as Maxwell came up behind him, pushing it all the way open.

“Oh.” Liam tensed up. It never got easier to see the woman he loved with his best friend, there was no denying when anyone looked at them, how much they loved each other.

“Maybe we should come back.” Maxwell tried to pull Liam out, but it was too late, Drake began to stir. He mumbled something and opened his eyes, closing them quickly until his brain processed and they flew open. Drake sat straight up making sure to pull the sheet up over Emma’s chest.

“What the fuck!” Drake hissed.

“I’m sure Emma told you about our fight yesterday, I thought she could use a nice breakfast and spa before the wedding today.” Liam replied coolly. Drake narrowed his eyes at Liam and shook his head, he had been there for the first fight and he heard all about the second.

“Why didn’t you fucking knock then?”

“I did. No one answered. Perhaps if you two stopped fucking and actually got some sleep then you would have heard us.” Emma stirred and started to sit up, Drake pushed the sheet against her and she didn’t realize why until she saw the scowl on his face, Liam and Maxwell behind her.

“Oh. Um.” Liam fumed when he noticed Drake’s ring on her finger, again. On their wedding day no less.

“I guess I’ll see you both at breakfast once you’re decent. Don’t forget to put the right ring on before the wedding today.” Liam stormed out, Maxwell gave them an apologetic look and slipped out behind him. Emma groaned and fell back into bed.

“Why is it always Liam? It just makes everything worse!”

“I don’t know, we should get going though, don’t want to make him even more mad before…” Drake trailed off, choking on the words.

“I know.” Emma kissed Drake and climbed out of bed, collecting her discarded pajamas from the night before, before getting dressed for the day. Drake put his own pajamas on and went back to his room to get dressed then they met everyone in the dining room.

Liam and Maxwell walked to the dining room in silence, Maxwell could tell that Liam just needed a minute. He tried and tried to get the image of Emma and Drake together in bed out of his mind, but he couldn't. Between that and hearing her scream his name all night in Vegas, it was all he could think about. They were in love, everyone got it, they didn't need to go flaunting it in everyone's faces. Especially not his, he had been kind enough to let them be together because they were his friends, at least he had thought they were. The coldness in Drake's eyes, that wasn't the look of a friend. Someone kicked Liam under the table, he looked up to see Emma and Drake had arrived, everyone noticing his distant behavior.

“Sorry nerves.” Despite the small talk made over the food, the room was still tense, Drake practically breaking his plate every time he stabbed a piece of fruit with his fork.

“So, does anyone have marital advice for me?”

“Sure. As the only married person here, I feel like I should be the one to do so.” Olivia spoke up.

“Who said you were the only one.” Drake mumbled under his breath. Emma swiftly kicking him under the table, Maxwell dropping his bagel in shock.

Olivia continued not missing a beat though.

“Don't let your parents marry you to a psychopath.”

“I think she already is.” Drake grumbled again. Emma kicked him again and abruptly stood from the table.

“Who's ready for manicures?” everyone went down to the spa, even Drake, though he did protest.

“Drake! I'm surprised to see you here still!” Kiara sat next to him and smiled.

“I'm just here for the drinks.” Drake ordered a glass of champagne and downed it in one go. Emma was relieved that at least he was keeping his mouth shut. She ordered her own mimosas, downing three before they were even done with her first hand. Liam cleared his throat.

“Perhaps you should slow down. Drake too. At least pretend like you're excited.” Emma meet his gaze and downed another, Liam signaled the staff to cut both of them off. Emma rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn't have to pretend if you and Drake hadn't gone at it this morning. Ease off us okay, this isn't exactly how any of us pictured our weddings going.”

“It's exactly how I pictured mine, you by my side with Drake, only my friends weren't fucking when I envisioned it.” It took all of Emma's willpower not to scream at him. Again, the group could feel the tension, all the harsh whispering around them.

“Well I really should be going! Time to get ready! Thank you everyone for such a great morning!” They all rode back to the palace, everyone leaving except for Hana, Drake, Maxwell and Liam. They had one more surprise for the morning, gifts. Maxwell presented her with a sword for something old, it was finally retiring to Valtoria, its rightful home. Liam presented her with a ruby, shaped like an apple for something new.

“To remind you of your new home and old. I'm sorry for my behavior earlier, I... I was just startled is all.”

“It's beautiful Liam, I don't want to talk about this now though. It's not the time or place.” he nodded and backed away for Drake to give his gift.

“Something borrowed. It's a pocket watch that belonged to my dad, it's something that's really important to me and I wanted you have it up there with you.” Emma smiled and gently took it from him.

“I'll take care of it until I return it to you.” Drake had a sly smile on his face, Emma raised an eyebrow, but he stepped back and let Hana come up.

“And of course, something blue!” She opened a box to reveal a beautiful pair of blue pumps that she was sure Hana designed.

“They're beautiful Hana! Thank you!” Emma pulled her into a hug and Hana squeezed her back.

“They're custom for you so no one will ever have the same pair and especially not on their wedding day!” Emma admired them once more.

“Thank you all so much, seriously. I love these, I'll see you all later.” Emma began to walk away with her gifts, but Drake grabbed her arm, that sly smile back on his face.

“I have one more borrowed thing for you, it's also kind of a wedding present.” Drake pressed something small and metal into her hand. Emma opened it up to see a house key, she looked at Drake confused.

“A key? I don't understand Drake?”

“I bought a cabin, it's only ten minutes from here, it's for us. This is my key, you can borrow it until I get you your own.” Emma looked down at the key and then back up at Drake in disbelief. She had so many questions, she was just so incredibly happy and in awe that he would do something like this for her.

“Drake! I... Oh my God...I!” She leaned in for a sloppy kiss and felt him smile against her lips.

“We'll talk about it later. Go get ready so Madeleine doesn't kill you for being late.” Emma nodded fighting tears, not noticing Liam watching from a distance, seething. He knew Drake was going to do this, he had made a deal with him. They could live at the cabin because it was so close to the palace, it still felt like they were rubbing their happiness in his face though. Although, at least this way he wouldn't have to walk in on them in bed together. Emma got just a few steps away before there was a group text from Madeleine that they were needed in the boutique, Emma got to give the final stamp of approval on everyone's outfits. Madeleine wore her go to green dress, Kiara wore the same gold one she had at Madeleine's bachelorette party, she twirled over to Drake.

“Magnifique non? Drake?”

“Yeah um, it's nice I guess.” Emma had to refrain from rolling her eyes, she still didn't get the hint that he wasn't interested, Emma wanted to scream at her, but instead she smiled. Penelope wore her beautiful purple dress representing her house colors and symbol. Olivia wore her plunging red beaded dress, Liam's eyes lit up when she stepped out of the dressing room.

“Like what you see?” She quipped, and Liam cleared his throat.

“That dress is very nice Olivia, I'm worried about being upstaged by all of you beautiful ladies.”

“No one's gonna be able to take their eyes off Barnes,” Drake said before dropping his voice so only Emma and Liam could hear, “I know I won't be able to.”

“Lady Hana! What are you thinking of?” Liam was desperate to move on with the conversation. Hana chose her handmade dress, and Emma didn't get to put on her wedding dress, she was going to be getting ready at an odd location, a boutique for security even though it made no sense to her. As for the men, Maxwell wore a new grey suit with a purple bowtie, complementing each other well. Drake wore a new blue suit with a pink tie, Emma had to consciously think about keeping her mouth closed so she didn't drool. He walked out, and she noticed his tie was crooked.

“Well?” He put his arms out. Kiara noticed too and took a step towards him, but Emma wasn't going to have it, she was practically on top of Drake to keep Kiara away.

“Now it's perfect.” She straightened his tie and jacket, her hands lingering just a second too long as they smiled at each other. The tension in the room was tangible, Kiara once again beginning to wonder if there was more there than met the eye.

“Heh. Thanks Barnes.” Liam stepped out a moment later in what could only be described as a literal prince charming suit, Emma had to admit that it suited him.

“Very dashing Liam, maybe all the attention won't be on me after all.”

“There's one more surprise!” Penelope chimed in and whistled. Cooper came waddling in, a tailored doggie suit on. It was perfect! Penelope's wedding gift, Emma leaned down to scratch behind his ears and Cooper wiggled his butt in appreciation. Madeleine rushed everyone out of the boutique, it was almost time to be leaving. Drake hung back.

“Get there safely okay? I want to see you walking down that aisle in a beautiful wedding dress, that way I can pretend you're walking to me.”

“I'll be looking right at you Drake, I just wish I had my dress yesterday, but then again I don't. It was perfect without it because it was all us. Get out of here before we get in trouble.” Drake pulled her in for one last tight embrace and slipped through the doors.

A carriage was outside a few moments later to take Emma to the boutique where she would finally get to see her wedding dress. Just as Ana reached for the dress, the whole building shook accompanied by a loud boom. They were under attack, again. Mara rushed out and the others barricaded the door as gunfire echoed through the halls. Everyone was nervous, but grabbed the nearest thing they could use as a weapon, Olivia revealing daggers she had hidden in her dress, Emma digging through her luggage until she found the sword Maxwell had given her earlier, she had never been more grateful for Maxwell's outlandish tendencies. The gunfire outside stopped, no sound of heavy footsteps, it was eerily quiet before all hell broke loose. Emma charged the door as assassins barged in sending the small couch in front of it flying. That didn't stop her as she slashed at the assassins, but they overwhelmed her, flooding in. Madeleine successfully knocked one out with a clipboard, Hana throwing a vase she found knocking out another, still they seemed to be everywhere.

Penelope cowered as Merlin and Morgana attacked the one threatening her. Kiara jumped in to protect her friend, attacking him with scissors and a mannequin as the dogs continued to bite. Emma whirled around to find yet another loaded gun pointed at her, she wasn't scared this time though, she was pissed. Remembering her training, she swept his legs out from underneath of him, knocking him out with the butt of her sword. Olivia was behind her, an assassin successfully tackling her to the ground. Olivia threw a dagger into his leg and he howled in pain.

“You'll have to do better than that!” She jumped up and finished him off, Emma smirked impressed.

“DIE!”

“I can do better.” Emma spun and slashed an assassin rushing towards them. Olivia raised an eyebrow and nodded impressed.

“Enough!” Another came charging, but Bertrand stepped in.

“YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU EVOKED THE WRATH OF HOUSE BEAUMONT!” he clocked him across the jaw, sending the man sprawling. Olivia frowned.

“I was threatening that one!” She sounded like a child who didn't get the toy they wanted, Emma chuckled despite the danger.

“You won't win!” Emma had enough of all of it.

“I will see my husband again even if I have to climb over a mountain of your corpses!” She snarled charging the assassin sword drawn. He stammered and stumbled back, terrified by the look in Emma's eyes.

“The only corpse here will be you!” He seemed unsure of his words as he dove for his gun, Emma delivering a harsh kick to his groin. He fell to his knees in pain before gasping and falling over, Olivia grinning as a small dagger protruded from his back. They were all breathing heavy as they looked around, they had defeated the assassins. Everyone had heard Emma's comment about seeing her husband again, but they brushed it off, thinking she was referring to Liam. She really was determined to see Drake again and put an end to all of this, she was tired of being afraid all the time and ready to do something about it. Bastien came rushing in, impressed by the number of assassin's on the ground and the women unscathed, but breathing heavy, not a hair out of place. Mara came stumbling into the door injured, Bastien rushed to help her. The rest of Anton's forces had been captured, but they believed he was fleeing to the border.

“The palace and cathedral are secured. Let's get you to your wedding.” Emma's friends began fumbling around to reorganize things and help Emma get dressed, Bastien leaned in.

“Drake was worried. I'll let him know you're safe and kicked ass your grace. He'll be relieved.” Emma smiled at Bastien silently thanking him. Madeleine brought the dress over and as Emma slipped it on, she was in awe of how stunning it was. The top had a plunging corset covered in elaborate lace, long sleeves a mix of chiffon and lace. There was a waistband with fancy beading, sparkling under the lights before opening up into a large princess style skirt, a small pattern on the hem of it. As a final touch, Ana placed a matching tiara on her head.

“It's beautiful!” Kiara marveled.

“Yes, but we need to be going!” Madeleine rushed over towards the door.

“I know. Let's get out of here.” Everyone went to their respective carriages, Hana helping Emma into hers before climbing in with Bertrand.

Next Time: Will Emma go through with the wedding?

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imagining-supernatural · 5 years ago

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The First Appointment

Part 5 of Seventy Percent

Chapter Summary: You meet with Sebastian’s oncologist friend in New York

Word Count: 1973

Why the hell were you nervous? This was just another doctor about to say the same words you’d been replaying in your mind for the last few weeks.

But you were nervous. Maybe it was just because you flew into New York City today. You’d never been, and your first stop, after a brief detour to drop off your bags at Sebastian’s apartment, was the New Amsterdam hospital.

You were in New York City.

The Big Apple

A city full of history and life.

You had only a few months left to live, and you were spending your first day in New York City in a fucking hospital, wringing your hands in your lap.

This was a huge mistake. You never should have agreed to this. You should have insisted you go through with the annulment and parted ways in Vegas.

“I had your files sent over from your doctor back in Salt Lake,” Dr. Helen Sharpe said in her British accent. Her eyes flickered to Sebastian, who was seated next to you.

“Boring read, huh?” Joking was a stupid way to try and calm your nerves, but it was the only tool you had at the moment.

She gave you a smile before continuing. “Based on the screenings and tests, I have to say I agree with your prognosis that, if untreated, you’d be lucky to see a year. And out of the treatment options available to you at the moment, I also agree that the best treatment plan only yields a twenty percent chance of shrinking the tumor enough to operate.”

“And then there’s the surgery,” you cut in, voice surprisingly steady. “Which is dangerous and risky because of where the tumor is located. I know.”

You really wanted to give Sebastian an I told you so look, but found that you couldn’t. He’d gotten under your skin and given you hope that maybe his oncologist friend was a miracle worker.

“That is all true. However, I would like to run a series of tests to get current data.”

“Curious to see how big the tumor’s gotten?” Your tone was bitter. “To see if the cancer’s spread?” You were already closing off. Pushing away.

“There are a few clinical studies that are just beginning.” She ignored your juvenile questions. “I have one in mind that I want to see if you qualify for.”

Shaking your head ruefully, you apologized for your earlier words. “I’m sorry, I just…”

Dr. Sharpe leaned forward and trained her eyes right on yours. “I understand. Cancer takes a toll on people. You do seem to be handling everything remarkably well.”

“I didn’t always. But I’ve made my peace. And I’m sorry, but I don’t think the tests are a good idea. I don’t think I’d want to spend my last few months in a clinical trial that just started. Maybe if I’d come here before… but I won’t be able to, uh, put my all into it anymore. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, treatment is, like, seventy percent mental state and optimism.”

She regarded you, and you held her gaze as a way to avoid looking at Sebastian.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” she started slowly, “why did you come here, then?”

Why did you? Even if she had seen something different in your file and found a treatment plan that gave you a 50/50 shot, you probably wouldn’t have taken it.

“I don’t know. All I know is yesterday was the weirdest day I’ve ever had, and Sebastian,” you looked over at him, caught in his eyes. “Sebastian wouldn’t take no for an answer. I don’t know, I guess I thought that hearing it from you,” now you looked back to Dr. Sharpe, “would make him accept the reality. And if you had something different to say, I—” Your eyes dropped to your lap. “I guess that I also kinda hoped there was room for a miracle in my life.”

“You’ll never know if you could have had that miracle if you don’t let me run some tests.”

“You said you’d try,” Sebastian broke in quietly, speaking for the first time. When you still didn’t look at him, he reached across the distance to grab your hand. “What can it hurt, Y/N? You’re already here. Explore all of the options.”

Were you being unreasonably stubborn? This was your life. Your choice.

But maybe you could live. What if you were giving up too soon? Too easily? What if you were going too gently into that good night?

“Look, Y/N,” Sebastian kept speaking, thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Yesterday, you said you played the odds. Well, what are the odds of any of this happening? In what world would you imagine sitting next to me, your husband, in a hospital in New York City with Dr. Helen? You’ve played some odds, sure. Play these ones too.”

“Okay,” you whispered without hesitation. He was right. “I’ll get the tests. I’ll try and have a more open mind when you get the results.”

With a single nod, she said, “That’s all we can ask.”

“Are those tests always like that?” Sebastian asked when you walked out of the hospital in the early afternoon.

“Oh hell no. That many tests usually take a few days. Normally you have to get in line to schedule time in each room and sometimes the only time available for one room is the only time available for another room so you have to juggle and figure out which test you can get into sooner on another day.”

“Don’t the doctors take care of that?”

“Yeah, but I’m a hands-on person. I like to know how things work. It’s why I’m in data security. I have to know how things work so I know how to protect them. I have to know how hackers think so I know how to guard against them. Which is why I have absolutely no idea how we wound up in this mess.” Now that you were on the streets of New York, you knew that you had to watch what you said. “I research everything. I overthink everything. And I guess I let loose in Vegas a hell of a lot more than I intended to.”

He grinned and threw his arm around your shoulders to steer you through the crowds. “When you went back to your hotel room last night, did you research me?”

With a scoff, you elbowed him. “Don’t flatter yourself. I researched Dr. Helen Sharpe. If she convinces me to try another treatment plan, then I guess I’ll have to research you.”

“If I research you, what would come up?”

“Um… not much.” Your skin prickled with the thought. “Grew up in small town Wyoming, so you’d probably have to dig deep to find, like, a newspaper article saying I was on the honors role in high school, or something. I think when I was, like, three years old I had a picture in the newspaper. One of those feel-good stories about a warm summer day at the splash park. Small towns. Not much happening.” God you hoped he didn’t Google you. The articles that came up didn’t paint you in a good light.

And honestly those articles didn’t even have half the facts right. If they did, you’d probably be in jail alongside your sister.

“And now? Helen said your doctor is in Salt Lake?”

“Yeah. I went to college in Utah. Anything to get out of Wyoming, even just by an hour or two. And I got a good job, so I stuck around. I like the mountains.”

“What about Facebook? Twitter? Would I find anything on there?”

By now you’d been walking for a good five minutes with seemingly no destination in mind. Not that you minded. It had been a while since you’d done something without a purpose.

“You do know I work for a data security company, right? So, like, I’ve hidden my social media profiles from Google and basic searches. I’ve made them as private as possible.”

“Trying to hide something?”

You stopped walking and turned at his teasing. With a smirk of your own, you looked at him. “Seb, you cheated getting my last name by looking at that certificate. I’ll be damned if I give you any other secrets that easily.”

You were a few steps away before Sebastian called after you, stepping quickly to catch up. “How the hell is a last name supposed to be a secret?”

“Well, on a social security card there are only three pieces of identifying information. Your social, your first name, and your last name. You have two of the three. That’s already too much.”

His laugh felt like a victory, but then he got suddenly silent and you had no idea how to take that. “So you don’t have a middle name?”

“What?”

“If you had a middle name, you would have said there were four pieces of information on your social. But you didn’t.” His taunting, victorious grin annoyed you.

After a glare, you walked faster.

“So, Y/N no-middle-name Y/L/N. What should we do with the rest of our day?”

Immediately you wanted to insist that he not let you take over his entire day, but something told you that he wouldn’t go along with that. You wanted to insist that he let you get a hotel room, but you’d already had that discussion and knew he wouldn’t want you to waste your money when he had a perfectly good guest bedroom.

So, with a sigh, you gave in. “Something easy. I get tired quickly nowadays.”

He took that confession in stride and nodded thoughtfully. “Alright. Something easy… let’s see. Broadway? You ever been to Broadway? We can catch a show. Take the Ellis Island Ferry. Carriage ride through a park.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, I’ve never been here before so—”

“What? That’s insane!”

“And everything I want to do in New York kind of requires a lot of walking. Like the MET. The Museum of Natural History. Wandering around. So I’m trusting you today. You pick. Though Broadway sounds wonderful. I love musicals.”

As he processed your words and started planning, you pulled him over to a bench. Figured now was as good a time as any to answer the texts Jasmin had been sending you since you texted her about your change of plans with absolutely no explanation.

Y/N: Sorry for the sudden change of plans. I promise I’ll explain everything tomorrow night. Things are super crazy right now

Almost immediately she replied.

Jasmin: This just isn’t like you. I’m worried is all

Y/N: I know. I promise I’m fine though. Swear on Lulu’s life

“Who’s Lulu?”

“Are you reading my texts over my shoulder?”

He didn’t look the least bit guilty. “I’m cheating. Trying to learn more about you.”

And you supposed that he wanted to make sure you weren’t spilling the beans anywhere. With a career like his, you’d make sure the people around you could be trusted as well.

So you gave him a little bit more. “Jasmin is my best friend. When we were in middle school, we snuck a stray cat into her bathroom and tried to keep it a secret from her parents. They found out soon enough, but kept the cat anyway. We loved that cat; Lulu.”

Jasmin: You best not have run away with some super hot guy and aren’t telling me. I’ll kick your ass

“She’s good.”

You laughed. “Yesterday, after breakfast when I was talking to her, she made a joke that was something along the lines of at least you didn’t marry your one night stand.”

“Sounds like she’s psychic.”

“Claims her aunt is, actually.”

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. “So, what Broadway play sounds best to you?”

What do you think the results will be??

PART 6: THE DECISION

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