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unholywriter · 2 years ago

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Perhaps some Percy make-up sex???

PART ONE

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Fem x Reader

Warnings: Smut.

“Let me worship you.”

He’s gone a day without speaking to you, hiding away in his workshop and ignoring your attempts to try and talk it out. But truth be told, this wasn’t a big issues as a whole. He just doesn’t know how to handle the fact his childhood friend and childhood lover hooked up. Once. It was during his absence, during the time you thought he was dead. Maybe one issue was that your chastity was taken away, the one thing that he wanted to share breaking with you back then later on if you decided to marry and become a lady of Whitestone. But everything was now a huge jumble. He coming back, you reconnecting after the Briarwood’s were killed finally, and how he was in a new group that didn’t allow him to come home too often.

That love you two share though, never faded. And after Archibald and you had that one night stand - you regretted every time it crossed your mind. Hence why you wanted to come clean, and hence why he was now so upset. He knew you weren’t a virgin the times he was with you, but Archie?? A sigh left his lips as he tossed a gear to the side, and leaned back looking to the ceiling. His glasses that slid down his nose slid back up into place, and he closed his eyes fiddling with his tool in his hand.

He was dead to you. He knew you thought that he had met his end. So why was he so upset? And it was so petty, and so stupid to not talk it out with you. He scrunched his eyebrows in a tinge of annoyance at himself. He wasn’t even mad at you, or Archie. One more twirl around his fingers and he stopped sitting up straight, standing up and finally heading out of his workshop.

He knew he has a lot of apologizing to do, but, the fact he could even think to apologize for his wrong doing’s and acting like a child, was a healthy step to continue this relationship he cherished so dearly. For gods sake if you weren’t with him down in the Ziggurat - no one would have been able to save him from Orthax. From himself.

It was early morning, the sun didn’t peak the horizon though, so the darkness still crept into your two’s shared living chamber. You didn’t hear him come in because you were passed out on the bed, with still a mess of wet tears dampening your face. The sight made his heart-ache knowing those tears were because he made you feel the need to cry. Oh was he in for one hell of an EPIC apology now. Even though the amount of times he would apologize from now on, knowing you wept in any way because of him - especially him being an asshole out of pure spite? He’d never feel like he’d make it up too you, ever.

Slowly he made his way from the bottom of your bed to you, placing his soft lips on the bareness of what skin he could find. Gradually he pressed deeper until he noticed you began to stir, and yet still not wake. From your forearm, to you shoulder. Then your neck as he pushed some locks away. His hands glided from your hip to your silky soft skin at your side, deepening his suckling at your neck to test the waters.

That’s when you began to wake, a soft moan escaping your lips. A few blinks to clear your vision and you turned to see a very shy looking Percy pressing his lips too your skin with a halt at your shoulder. His eyes looked like puppy dogs orbs all glistened and full of love and apology. For a moment you forgot about the day, and yet it came back just as quick.

“Did you come to finally say sorry Percival?” Your furrowed your eyebrows, and you could swear more tears threatened your eyes. You don’t want to fight, or leave things unsaid. Or ignore a problem when one arises. You weren’t mad, just hurt that he chose to ignore you and not talk to you for the whole day.

“For being a complete utter shit? Yes. I want to apologize to you.” His eyebrows pulled together even further, but he moved to hover over you now. Taking his index finger, and gliding it under your eyes to wipe some tears away. “Give me the biggest thump on my head for making you ever shed any tears from here and now on.”

You reached for his hand now, taking his fingers too your lips. Closing your eyes you let a soft smile become displayed delicately. “It’s okay. I understand my love. I just don’t want you ever to ignore me or anything else that puts tension between us ever again okay?”

Peering back into his vibrant emerald, mesmerizing eyes tears fell from them as they overfilled, gliding down his cheek. “Never again.” He smiled, leaning in closer and pressing your foreheads together. “I’m sorry, so fucking sorry.”

“You’re forgiven my sweet Percival, but you know what would make it up to me?” Your gaze held strong, and he held it back just as firm. His smile tugged further, but he didn’t reply. So with that, you just continued. “You could make it up by-“

“Telling you how much I love you. Showing, how much I love you.” He leaned a little back so he can get a good glance of you as he spoke. From your eyes, too your nose. Too the little freckles that may or may not littler your face. Just the small, beautiful details he took in. And gods he thought you were the most gorgeous creature he’s ever set eyes on. And never, even after has he seen any other in the light he sees you in. “Let me worship you.” He whispered as he moved some more of your hair to the side of your face. “Let me make you feel like the most elegant being to walk this realm, to walk any plain of existence.”

“Only if you let me worship you back de Rolo.” A titter lift your mouth and a chuckle came from his. The bashfulness you felt as your cheeks heated up, it made your heartbeat quicken.

“That can be arranged.” And just like that as his grin widened, a crash of soft skin colliding with a kiss connecting you two lovers ignited. Rougher, heavily it became just as quick as it started. He pressed you further into the bed, and your hands found the locks of his hair, tugging with your fingers gently. A soft moan left his mouth giving you an opportunity of attack. Your tongue entangled with his, hips grinding against another.

Feeling him made you want him even more, and there was an unbearable annoyance below that wasn’t getting properly taken care off. His hands found the sides of your body, slowly feeling the silk of your nightgown. That wasn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel you skin to skin. So with that, he began to help pull that nightgown off swiftly, your bodies pulling up so you moved to straddle his lap. Hands feverishly beginning to unbutton his dress shirt as the synchronization rhythm of both your hips rocked. Panting, soft mewls could be heard through the large chamber you share. You were only left in your underwear, minus a bra which gave Percy full access. He groaned against your skin as he suckled upon your highly sensitive buds. Clenching from the tension, your rhythm became ruthless. You wanted him to give you the proper attentiveness. His fingers, his tongue would definitely suffice. Oh how he knew it.

“On your knees for me darling.” A whisper slithered delicately in your ear. And without fail you did as you were told. His hand clung to your chin so your eyes met and didn’t leave a gaze. His other hand slipped inside your panties, feeling the slick mess you’ve already made. A furrow of his eyebrows, and a low moan left his throat. “So drenched, did I do that?”

Your hands went to the hem of his pants and you pulled him even closer to crash your lips to his. He didn’t bother to tell you with words that was a naughty move, it was his fingers that spoke to you. And you heard every word as his two fingers slid in and out so obnoxiously slow, you pulled back to nip at his neck, preparing for the agonizingly ruthless assault. A pace that gradually quickened began, his hand now tangling into your hair as he felt your vibrations of your moans at his neck. Your hands began to undo his pants giving you proper access to his pulsing cock begging for the same attention your pussy was now feeling. Springing it free, the heat met your hands as it wrapped around it sliding slowly down the shaft. In your ears, the soft moans Percy suppressed made you tip over the edge. You left his cock though for only a second to get the proper lubricant. Sucking your fingers you left saliva that pulled from your tongue until the spit string snapped to meet your fingers around his dick once more. Pumping, you worked the same pace. Teasing, following where he was chasing your high.

Now your lips crashed back again, tongues entangled in a desperate fight for fitful domination. Mutually getting each other off, and you felt the coil building up it’s tensions right before it snap. But, before you could get there he pulled away causing you to whimper.

“Percy...” You whined, looking back into his, lust filled hypnotizing eyes.

“Don’t worry my love.” And with a swift push you were back on your back and he on top of you, the biggest sinful smirk tugged across his face, “I’ll fuck you senseless in a second.”

“Heh, I’ll hold you to that.” You mirrored his expression ten fold and he dipped his lips into your neck while running his hand down your right thigh that left as soon as it came. “Maybe I’ll take back my forgiveness if you-“ You squeaked as he pushed inside you, slowly adjusting himself.

“Manners.” He darkly whispered playfully, a deep thrust soon following. An unsuppressed whine left your lips and he continued a rhythmic pace. Your arms moved from his hair, down from his shoulder to his back. Your lips dancing, your mewls being spewed bouncing around the room. The bed only adding too the unholiness being spout. That coil that built up began fighting, ready to snap any second with the ruthless buildup. Welding in your eyes, tears threatened. He was so very good - by gods was he so close too unloading inside you. But with the sheen of sweat, and the inevitable high he was gonna have you reach so close, he wanted nothing then to watch you unravel.

Unravel you did as he put your legs over his shoulder to deepen, and feel you clench around his cock begging in a way to milk him dry. But he held strong because this wasn’t the end for tonight. You came down slowly, he kissing you softly at your forehead, down your cheek too your jawline. He gathered himself, entangling his fingers in your hair. “You did so well darling, do you want me to make you cum again?” His voice was quietly sweet, like the most sweetest candies in the world labeled De Rolo of course. Because he was sure in fact one of a kind.

“Yes my love.” You replied back, your sweaty foreheads pressed against one another. A grin tugged across both your faces. Hearts veering to a normal pace. “But now let me take care of you.”

#percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #dnd #dnd shenanigans #dungeons and dungeons #percy de rolo smut #roll for initiative

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the-redemption-arch · 6 years ago

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I’ve been thinking ‘bout making some changes to this place, Mad Dog. ― Yeah? Yeah. Maybe make it more than just a gym. Like a halfway house or a community center. A place where the kids in the neighbourhood can come so they stay off the streets.

#pale skin and messy red hair; appearance #he risked his life to help me escape; mad dog #mad dog #maddogedit #archie andrews #archieandrewsedit #mad dog x archie #archie x mad dog #madrews

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celandineitsaflowerdickward · 4 years ago

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Preview of a little something that will be available as a bookmark for the @riverdaleprideandjoyzine amongst 4 other bookmark that i’ve designed!!

the amazing milkshake designs are by the wonderfully talented @alpacalypseartb and will be available as stickers !!

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multireese · 5 years ago

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Odd Bet

Archie Andrews x male reader, Maddog x male reader.

This is part 1 of a poly series I want to start if yall like this I will probably get it out quicker. Next part will be more fluff but it will get smutty in part 3.

On one hand, Archie was such a nice guy, he always wanted to do what's right even at the expense of himself. I bonded with him over our shared love of music. When I told him I was took piano lessons as a kid and could play the keys he told me to start a band with him. Archie and I laughed it off until he heard me messing around with Josie in the music room one day.

"I heard you singing and playing with Josie, you're crazy talented," Archie caught you by surprise while you read in the school library. Archie pulled a chair and sat next to me first moving the chair a bit closer so we were just centimeters apart. How are straight guys so flirtatious without even trying?

"Thanks Archie, I didn't know anyone heard."

I shut my book but didn't look at Archie. I could still feel his eyes on me though, which sent a tingling feeling through my body. I can only wonder if he knows how nervous he makes me. There is no way he doesn't realize especially now that he has his arm resting on the back of the chair I'm sitting in.

"I really wanted to come talk to you and thank you again for all the help you give us at the gym, Mad Dog and I couldn't do it without you."

The mention of Mad Dog did make me smile and I think Archie noticed. I tried to respond quickly to lessen the awkwardness but Archie started again.

"There is another reason I'm here," He laughed under his breath as if he were nervous, "Dog actually bet me twenty bucks I couldn't get you to kiss me, so if you say yes we could split the money 50/50."

I couldn't help but laugh these two are always pulling me into one of their odd competitions. If I'm not judging who can do the most push ups, they're making me watch who can eat the most burgers from Pop's.

"Okay Archie, but only because I'm getting something out of this."

"Yes, you get to kiss your favorite ginger," Archie said leaning in closer to me looking at my lips.

"Oh is Cheryl around?" I joked, pretending to look around from my seat.

That made us both laugh then Archie's eyes landed back at my mouth again. I decided what I needed to do. I grabbed Archie's chin and pulled him toward me planting a quick peck directly on his cheek. Archie looked slightly confused when I pulled away and then smiled at me. I smiled back and collected my things.

"I'll see you later tonight Arch. I'll be expecting my cut." Archie was still sat in the chair smiling as I walked away.

Then there was Mad Dog who's been super protective of me since we met in third grade. Anytime someone would try to bully me Mad Dog was always there to make them back off. Chuck Clayton pushed me down in the hallway once in the fifth grade and Mad Dog gave him a black eye.

I couldn't stop thinking about Archie and the library. Why didn't I actually kiss him. I want to so bad. Handling the books at the El Royale for Archie was usually easy but the whole situation was distracting. Next time I have the opportunity to kiss a hot guy I am going to take it.

As I was leaving the gym Mad Dog was hitting the heavy bag he looked like an ancient greek warrior when he trained. Any person would think he was carved from stone at first glance. He was aggressive but focused. My gaze lingered a bit too long. Mad Dog noticed me and motioned me over to him. My feet carried me, not that I would have protested. His smile widened as I approached. I spend almost every day after school with Archie Andrews and Mad Dog probably the biggest crushes I've ever had. This has to be some sick punishment for something I've done or I am the luckiest gay in the world.

"So I hear I lost a bet. Was it at least good?" Mad Dog's expression was hard to read.

For a brief moment the thoughts of Archie and the bet had disappeared. I laugh nervously but notice how he looks straight into my eyes, he must be serious.

"It wasn't much, All I did was kiss Archie's cheek." A relieved smirk wiped over Mad Dog's face then he started to laugh. A little confused, I asked what was so funny.

"I've been feeling jealous all day over a cheek kiss? I knew there was no way Andrews got you to really kiss him in a day."

"Why were you jealous?" I wondered aloud.

"C'mon Y/N, I had a crush on you since we were kids. I did anything to get your attention but you always seemed to want to be alone. I always wanted to protect you but for some reason I could never keep your attention. That's actually how I got into fighting back then I wanted to show you if you were my friend no one could mess with you. Then we drifted apart I started hanging out with some new people ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time then to Leopold & Lolb. Now we're here back in Riverdale, don't you think that means something. We're supposed to be in each others lives and I'm really happy to have you around Y/N."

I didn't even know how to respond to that. It felt like Mad Dog read my mind and said exactly what I wanted to hear him say to me and more. Mad Dog just looked at me waiting for me to say something but the words just were not coming. I walked toward him closing the distance between us wrapping my arms around him and laying my head against his chest. He held me back and I felt safe in this town for the first time in years.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I knew Mad Dog could tell why I wasn't looking up at him. He pulled away just enough to lift my head up toward him. Wiping my tears we stood there for a few seconds. This was all so much to take in first Archie actually expecting and wanting me to kiss him now Mad Dog, my childhood crush, is confessing his feelings for me. In that moment of being held in Mad Dog's arms I remembered what I told myself earlier that day. I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled his face toward mine, meeting our lips together for the first time. Mad Dog kissed me back it started off slow but quickly became more passionate. It's actually happening not only am I getting my first kiss but I'm kissing the exact person I always dreamed of having it with. The moment was perfect nothing could ruin it. Until Archie cleared his throat.

"What the hell is going on?"

bonus: Eli Goree

#archie andrews x male reader #mad dog x male reader #maddog x male reader #kj apa #eli goree

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fangs-fogartys · 5 years ago

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Eli said madrews rights!

#kerwin posts about: tv #archie andrews #mad dog moore #kj apa #eli goree #madrews #archie x mad dog #he really said gay rights

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hanorganaas · 6 years ago

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Archie and Mad Dog are boyfriends bye

#archie x mad dog #archie andrews #mad dog #riverdale spoilers #nor watches riverdale

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madebyleftovermuses · 6 years ago

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Let’s Play A Game: Riverdale Style

Chapter Fifty-Four: Fear the Reaper

💔💔 Luke Perry

Did Archie kill Randy on accident?

CAN WE PLEASE KILL ELIO?!

Gladys wants Jelly back

Betty running to Hiram for help?

Archie got arrested again 🤦‍♀️

Jughead’s face when Gladys had to pick first

Gladys tried lying like really bitch your daughter’s life is in danger

FP understandably pissed

Josie calling her bio dad

Alice is marrying Edgar

Juniper and Dagwood aren’t even Alice’s children. How does Polly feel about the adoption? She fought so hard to keep the babies

How the fuck does Cheryl feel about the adoption she’s their aunt!?

Veronica always bailing Archie out

The drinking up made sense now

Randy had a large family

Really, Alice? Wanted to make sure they got the slap

The Farm is anti-Vaxxers!!

Betty sleuthing as always

The sheriff robbing Pop’s is an odd thought

How old is Evelyn?!

So, orphan vibe with Evelyn

Robbery time

Gladys taking point on the robbery

Old times?! The fuck Gladys and FP

Josie wants to leave Riverdale

Pop’s has a shotgun!

FP got shot!

Jughead knocked Kurtz the fuck out

Hal is very protective about the twins he wanted Polly to abort

Betty running to Penelope

Bitch his name is Dagwood not Jason junior (it is an unfortunate name but it’s what Polly picked)

SOMEONE KILL ELIO!!

Jughead really loves Riverdale

That’s not awkward having a meeting with your ex girlfriend and girlfriend

Josie’s dad always lets her down and she doesn’t deserve that

If Archie has to kill anyone I hope it’s Elio

So, Penny isn’t dead just took her eye

Penny has no chance against Gladys

Aw, daddy showed up for Josie

I had a feeling Evelyn was Edgar’s wife! How the fuck can she just sit back and let Edgar woo Alice with a smile on her face

Are they gonna be like sister wives?

Gladys in the ER

Damn! He was just gonna leave his daughter!

Whoot! NC represented!

Archie talking with Randy’s sister 💔

Kidnapping your own niece

FUCK THE FARM!!!

And fuck Toni for this part in the Farm

I understand that Toni wants a family and I want her to have a family buuuut the Farm come the fuck on

Finally they chant “join us!!” I may have been waiting all season for that

“One of us! One of us! One of us!”

Of course Betty runs away

Fuck you Kurtz!

Jughead will fight his way out

Kurtz is dead!!

When did Jughead wear rings?

Archie sneaking a listen

So, after Josie leaves will Archie try going after Melody? She’s the only pussycat he hasn’t been with

Can Archie even attend Prom considering the amount of school he missed

Jughead changed his mind about mommy

Fuck Hiram!

I’m not crying I’m sobbing. Gladys really doesn’t want to leave

Hal is dead…Betty is now an orphan

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akidachi · 3 years ago

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@resident-dog

i grew up w/ the games! specifically sa2 and heroes

and of course, sonic x and the archie comics (though the archie comics were mostly late 2000s early 2010s as thats when i got my own computer, and the comics arent sold in the eu)

i remember the super genesis wave (and had some vague knowledge of the ken penders lawsuit going on) and im still mad about it, but at least we got eclipse out of it

anyway have a sonic doodle for warmups!

#tetposting #my art #sonic the hedgehog #he wag his finger

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statticscribbles · 3 years ago

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Weekly Update 13/9-20/9

College is already exhausting me and it’s only been one week!! I currently have a giveaway going on!!!

Giveaway Post Here!!!

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Current Requests: 20

Key:

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Summary: Riverdale, Serpents, General 💕

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Summary: Marvel, Clint barton/ Male reader💛

Summary: X-men, Male Reader/Jean Grey 👀

Summary: 13 Reasons Why, Scott Reed/Chloe Rice👀

Summary: Teen Wolf, Scott McCall(female)/Male Reader, Work Around Pt 2, 💕

Summary: Marvel, Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson, Royalty AU💛

Summary: Marvel, smut Natasha Romanoff/ Male Reader💕

Summary: Teen Wolf, Liam Dunbar/Reader👀

Summary: Riverdale, Sweet Pea/Mad Dog👀

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Summary: Riverdale, Sweet Pea/Archie👀

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#weekly update

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tabloidtoc · 4 years ago

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Life & Style, April 26

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Khloe Kardashian is a total fake

Page 1: Lady Gaga in a wedding dress on the set of House of Gucci in Rome

Page 2: Contents

Page 4: The Top 10 SAG Awards Looks -- Mindy Kaling, Jamie Chung, Amy Adams, Sarah Levy, Kerry Washington

Page 5: Kaley Cuoco, Nicole Kidman, Natalie Morales, Viola Davis, Lily Collins

Page 6: Tom Brady and Gisele Bundchen celebrated their 12-year anniversary, posting heartfelt tributes to each other on social media, but their relationship hasn't always been so rock solid -- Tom admitted that Gisele has made a lot of sacrifices for their marriage and she hated living in Boston because she had no friends there and felt so alone because Tom was never around; things got so bad they sought counseling, which was the wake-up call that Tom needed -- he promised to make changes and he agreed to quit the Patriots and sign with a team in a location that was more desirable to Gisele and Tom stuck to his word and he came the new quarterback for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and since moving to Florida, Tom and Gisele have never been happier and they have date nights every week and always make sure to communicate -- it wasn't easy, but they're both really proud of how far they've come

Page 7: After multiple delays, David Schwimmer, Courteney Cox, Jennifer Aniston, Lisa Kudrow, Matthew Perry and Matt LeBlanc have finally filmed the highly anticipated Friends reunion special and they all got really emotional when they saw the set and being there brought back so many fond memories -- it's the first time in 17 years that fans will get to see the entire cast together since the show went off the air in 2004 -- afterwards, everyone went to Jen's house for dinner -- each of the stars was paid $2.5 million to appear in the special

* Throwback -- Dolly Parton in 1965

* Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Bobby Flay, Aaron Rodgers, Vanessa Hudgens, Angelina Jolie

Page 8: Drew Barrymore revealed that, after three divorces and a string of failed romances, she's sworn off marriage altogether -- Drew doesn't need a man to feel complete and she's happiest hanging out with family and friends -- if the right guy comes along later down the line, great, but for now, she's content with being single

* Becoming one of the most sought-after stars in Hollywood has gone straight to Ana de Armas' head -- the cast and crew are often left waiting for the actress to emerge from her trailer on the set of the new action thriller The Gray Man -- Ana's got a lot going on and she's juggling several different projects, as well as photo shoots and phone calls with her team and people don't stay mad at her for too long, but they have nicknamed her Ana de Diva, but she isn't upset by the scathing moniker because she's a big name now, and with that comes a lot of responsibility and the way she sees it, there are worse things than being called a diva

Page 10: The Week in Photos -- Orlando Bloom got a surprise visit from the Easter Bunny

Page 11: Jennifer Lopez in jeans at a photoshoot for InStyle, Priyanka Chopra dancing around her backyard in a bright yellow dress

Page 12: Animal Tales -- Gilles Marini posed for a pic with his African grey parrot Anya, singer Madison Beer leaned in for a kiss from a caramel-colored stallion, Kate Beckinsale's feline Clive seemed less than thrilled when Kate strapped him to her chest in a carrier

Page 13: Kaia Gerber and her precious pooch Milo snuggled up in bed, Malin Akerman and a goat

Page 16: Stars Behaving Badly -- Lisa Vanderpump let her parched dog drink from her water glass at a restaurant in West Hollywood, Maisie Williams went topless under a translucent jacket while shooting a new TV series about the Sex Pistols in London, HGTV Design Star host Allison Holker used a megaphone to give out instructions to Property Brother Jonathan Scott on the show's finale, Calvin Klein wasn't worried about stains when he shoved a pile of spaghetti into his mouth at West Hollywood's Mauro Cafe

Page 18: Say What?! Helena Bonham Carter who turns 55 in May, Chelsea Handler who admits she consumes mushrooms almost every day, Olivia Munn who is the proud pet parent of rescue dogs Frankie and Chance, Melissa McCarthy on doing her own stunts in Thunder Force, Brian Tyree Henry on Godzilla vs. Kong co-star Millie Bobby Brown

Page 20: Pete Davidson has officially moved out of his mother's home and into a $1.2 million luxury high-rise condo on Staten Island, and it's all thanks to his new girl girlfriend, Bridgerton star Phoebe Dynevor -- the Saturday Night Live star showed off his two-bedroom, two-and-a-half bathroom bachelor pad during a Zoom call -- Phoebe is a down-to-earth girl, but she doesn't want to date a man who lives in his mom's basement and she thinks Pete's mom, Amy, is awesome and says it's a great thing that they're super close, but being in a long-distance relationship is difficult enough so Pete and Phoebe need some alone time when they're together, which was almost impossible with his mother hanging out upstairs -- Pete knew it was time; he just needed that gentle nudge

Page 21: Matt James and Rachael Kirkconnell were spotted in NYC together, sparking speculation that the former Bachelor couple have rekindled their relationship -- the pair parted ways while the show was still airing after photos of the graphic designer at a plantation-themed college party in 2018 surfaced on social media -- Rachael made a mistake but she owned up to it and was willing to learn from it and it didn't change her feelings for Matt or vice versa and Matt was in love with Rachael too and he couldn't just turn those feelings off so no one would be surprised if they decided to reconcile

* Michael B. Jordan's girlfriend Lori Harvey was left reeling over photos of the actor sharing a smooch with Chante Adams on the set of their new movie A Journal for Jordan -- of course, they were just shooting a scene for the film, but Lori was still annoyed and she asked Michael about it, and he brushed it off and explained it was part of the job but Lori still has her suspicions and she's been thinking about dropping by the set just so she can keep a very close eye on them

Page 22: Cover Story -- Khloe Kardashian living a lie -- devastated by an unretouched photo leak, Khloe faces claims she's a body positivity hypocrite as she demands the viral image be taken down

Page 26: Alex Rodriguez to Ben Affleck: Back off my fiancee -- Ben gushes about ex Jennifer Lopez in a new article and A-Rod isn't happy about it (not quite Bennifer yet :)

Page 28: Prince Harry overwhelmed with work -- Harry struggles to adjust after trading his cushy royal role for a variety of normal gigs -- though his job for BetterUp is primarily remote, added stress comes in the form of Harry's Spotify and Netflix deals, plus growing charity work -- Harry finds all of his new, non-royal titles fresh and exciting, but while he's a great person, some in his inner circle say Harry's kind of dumb and worry whether he can handle the pressure

Page 30: Lori Loughlin and Mossimo Giannulli life after prison -- reunited following months spent behind bars, Lori and Mossimo try to pick up the pieces -- prison definitely took a toll on Mossimo and he doesn't expect sympathy, but he's still struggling to adjust to what he went through; it really broke him down and forced him to reevaluate his life

Page 32: Who Lives Here? Lil Nas X

Page 34: Entertainment

Page 35: Star Review -- Jonathan Van Ness

* As Seen On-Screen -- Meghan Markle wore a dark green coat while walking through Archie's Chick-Inn during her CBS interview which was J. Crew's Perfect Lightweight Jacket

Page 36: Go Green at Home -- reduce your carbon footprint even more with these eco-chic essentials, because our planet can use all the help it can get

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Page 40: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Rihanna bagged her own haul at Bristol Farms in Beverly Hills -- down-to-earth, Shay Mitchell worked from home with help from her most trusted assistant daughter Atlas -- down-to-earth, during a photo shoot in Malibu Brooke Burke got a makeup refresh from a personal primper -- diva

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the-redemption-arch · 6 years ago

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I'm a boxing manager looking for new talent. So, the moment you boys wanna start earning some cash money, come see me at Casa Grande Gym.

#pale skin and messy red hair; appearance #he risked his life to help me escape; mad dog #archie andrews #archieandrewsedit #mad dog #maddogedit #archie x mad dog #mad dog x archie #madrews

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 4 years ago

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Curiosity.

With: Modern!Finan x Reader.

Word Count: 1,711.

I got the idea from this post.

"No, don't! No. Son. I- Alright that is it. Y/N?" Finan shouted and you got up from the chair examining your loud husband.

Finan came with your son in his arms, the two-years-old boy beating his hands together as if clapping, you kissed his hair and looked at Finan confused. "What are you so mad about, love?"

"Well, this little fella here wants to lose his hands." Archie grinned at his father and Finan gave you a look.

He was at the garage building some new shelves to make a gazebo. "He was sitting in his little rug playing with the toy story's toys that uncle Sihtric gave him and then he came running grabbing the nails."

"What?" You examined your son's hands completely desperate. "But he seems fine, he isn't hurt."

"Yes, and that is because you married a perfect man, so I caught him before any damage could be done. And when I told him no, he sat down again to hold Woody, but when I grabbed the hammer he ran to hold the shelf support which is very pointy." Archie looked at you, guilty eyes shinning.

"Archie, what daidí (daddy in Irish) is saying is true?"

Finan glanced at him and you held your smile, Finan could be very imposing, but he was a softie. "Yes."

"And why you grabbed the things daidí told you not to?"

"Cause its preti." Finan leaned down to place him on the floor and Archie looked at the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"But its dangerous and that is why he always tells you to ask him to see pointy things, so he can show you. What if you hurt yourself, uh?" Sensing that Archie felt cornered you crouched down to speak eye level with him. "Look," You grabbed his hands and gave Woody to Finan, who was with his arms crossed and staring at the small kid. You moved his hands so the palms were upwards and touched it. "Your hands would be bleeding and we would be racing to the hospital, we are only protecting you. So if you want to hold something that you know you shouldn't, what will you do?"

"Ask you and daidí."

"Yes. And for disobeying daidí and doing something wrong what do you say?"

"Sory." Nodding your head at him you stood up and touched Archie's head so he would look up and then glance at Finan, who the small kid was scared to look at. "Sory, daidí."

Finan looked at you and crouched down touching Archie's arm. "I forgive you, but don't do that again."

Archie nodded so Finan gave him a smile and handed Woody.

"Alright, now you stay with him because I guess I'm on edge and won't be able to concentrate." He pulled your waist and gave you a sweet kiss before going back to work.

Pulling Archie's hand you walked to his bedroom to find a book to read to him, he loved to stay with Finan -almost like shadow- so you had to make him occupied.

Archie was sleeping peacefully and you were dead tired, but Finan hadn't come out of the garage yet.

"Love." You called opening the door and finding all the parts of the gazebo done, he only had to put it up. He was sat on the floor, shirtless and hammering something in a piece of wood. "Babe." Looking back at you he took the nail out of his lips and smiled at you. "It's 11 pm, what are you doing?

Finan got on his feet and pulled the wood board up showing you his extra work of the day. There was a mix of things nailed on the board, old keys that used to be of the front door, keys chains, door knocks, an old calculator, a landline phone, colorful buttons, a small lantern that didn't glow strong enough to hurt Archie's eyes but shone sufficient to make him interested, a frame with letters joined by magnet, pictures of you, him, Sihtric, and the dogs that made part of the family. "I assume this is for Archie?"

"Yeah, he is curious and i believe we are right in telling him what is right and wrong, even when he is only 2, but he is discovering things so normal toys won't keep his attention for a long time as it used to. And I thought that making a board for him would be helpful."

He never ceased to surprise you, the idea was stunning and how he thought of Archie even after he got tired of telling a toddler no over and over again was very tender. "That is amazing, my love. You are the best, and I'm so grateful that Archie has you in his life."

Locking you in a tender hug and blushing he shrugged. "Yeah, you got lucky." You frowned in a playful way and pulled him back to the house so he could rest.

Archie adored the board, at first, he was confused but when Finan told him it was okay to touch and was his own ''tools" to explore, it took 20 seconds to Archie smile clicking in the old calculator and being perplexed by the numbers shining on it. "Thankz." He grinned, missing teeth showing.

He looked up to you and started to jump as the lanterns got on.

The board was Archie's new favorite thing, he even sat Woody and Buzz in front of it showing how to touch the small devices.

You and Finan succeeded to place the shelves outside and a comfy gazebo was created.

Archie begged you at least 30 times in a space of two days to call uncle Sihtric to show his big-boy-tools, and after speaking with his uncle for twelve minutes trying to show him how cool it was, Sihtric invited Archie to sleep at his house.

But since Archie was still too young you didn't feel comfortable with him being far, so you settled with a day at his uncle's house.

Sihtric arrived and kissed your cheek before running after Archie who began to frantically yell and run away from his favorite person.

Finan approached with Archie's bag and you told Sihtric about all the things he should know. "Y/N, you know that I'm very good with kids, we will be fine. Right, Archie?"

"Ya!"

"Bring him back at 9 pm." Finan said.

Sihtric smirked and shrugged. "Are you sure you don't want to s-l-e-e-p a-l-o-n-e." He spelled so Archie wouldn't understand, he would be confusing with the idea of you and Finan wanting to sleep alone.

"He is too young, a baby still. So thank you Sih, but no. Maybe in a couple of years." Suggesting you heard Finan chuckling and Sihtric accompanied with a devious smirk.

"Some years uh?" He took Archie's bag and you rolled your eyes at him. Before being pregnant you and Finan were almost inseparable, and it was true that sexual life after having a kid slowed down, but you could handle having silent sex under the covers in the middle of the night for some time. "Let's go then, kiddo. Where are Woody and Buzz?" Sihtric looked around the living room finding it weird that he didn't have his favorite toys attached to his chest.

Archie walked to the couch and pulled the board dragging in on the floor before crouching down on his little legs trying to put the wood up. Sihtric giggled and held the thing up examining it, yes Archie showed him on the video call but the kid revealed more the ceiling than anything else. "That is great, very creative, original." He subtly praised Finan. "But let's go, lets grab Woody so we can go, okay?"

"No, uncle, tools will go. Not Buzz!"

Being confused momentarily Sihtric looked at you as if questioning Archie's words. Finan smiled and pulled the wood board walking out of the living room to reach Sihtric's car. "He will take it with him, he has a whole set of things to show you."

Kissing Archie's cheek and forehead you hugged Sihtric quickly and followed them outside, Finan placed the board on the car trunk, but you saw him moving something to his pants pocket before closing the trunk and grabbing Archie up to kiss and hug him. "Bye, mac." (son in Irish) "See you at night. Behave." Giving him a last kiss on his head he pulled Archie down and shook Sihtric's hand before giving a fast hug. "Take care of my son."

"Always. Come on, buddy."

Archie relaxed at the child safety seat and since Sihtric was already an expert on it, Finan went to hug your side waiting for them to go.

Sihtric chuckled at the big wood board on his trunk but was glad to have his godchild near him to spend some time.

Closing the door and going to the driver's seat he waved at the two of you before smirking. "I'm glad these are soundless."

Smiling at his relief you knew what he meant, when a kid received a new toy they would spend hours on it, and when they made lousy noises it was unbearable. "Uhn, about that..." Finan spoke up and Sihtric moved his head as if he knew Finan made something just to pester him. "Some of them magically gained their sounds back."

Biting his tongue to not curse under his breath, Sihtric only waved at the two of you driving away.

"What have you have done?"

"Placed the sound pieces back again."

"Great." You chuckled and started to laugh imagining Sihtric’s face when he comes later on to bring Archie.

Walking to the house Finan grabbed your ass and kissed your head. 'We have some hours all by ourselves uh?"

"Yeah." Kissing him you two rushed to the bedroom.

But as you laid in bed, you yawned and started to feel drowsy within the kisses. Finan yawned too and murmured something of resting his eyes for a bit.

After twenty minutes you two were passed out.

Yeah, it was a tiring job to raise a human being. But you wouldn't change your little family from anything in the world.

#finan x reader #finan the agile x reader #finan one shot #modern finan

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lifeinahole27 · 5 years ago

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CS ff: “Walking the Tightrope” (Chapter 7/10) (au)

Summary: Killian’s daily routines are a matter of habit. When he wakes up late one morning, his routines all change for the better. Emma doesn’t care about routines, but she does care about Killian, no matter how reluctant she is to admit it to herself.

Rating: E (the content warnings matter this time!)

Content Warnings: Very start of the chapter has mentions of child abuse. Also, a special disclaimer that my knowledge on children’s services and foster custody are very limited. I cobbled together the best I could from Google searches and reading up. And by my estimates, if I hadn’t had a mental collapse two weeks ago, y’all would’ve still been waiting a couple more weeks for the end of this chapter. This fic finally earns its “E”!

A Special Thank You: My continued gratitude to my lovely friends, @captainstudmuffin and @phiralovesloki. And a heap of love to @captainswanbigbang for putting this together and helping me accomplish this.

Find it on Ao3 & FFN!

-x-

Chapter 7: Signs from the Universe

November 16: Friday

Their second date goes even better than the first, with Killian showing off not only the beautiful apartment he scored when he moved (with every room decorated in such a fashion that Emma is almost jealous of the simple and elegant taste he has), but also his cooking skills which are pretty damn impressive if Emma is being honest.

It probably would’ve gone even better if they hadn’t been disturbed in the middle of their movie. They’d settled into a comfortable spot on his couch, with her cuddled into his side and his hand teasing the skin behind her knee, slowly igniting a fire within her that wanted to burst free. But no, she had to go help with a drunk and disorderly call because the miner they call Grumpy will only listen to her after a certain amount of drinks for some reason. It’s why David has nicknamed her a magical savior when they have to go down this path.

And now it’s been six days since his breath had stuttered out when her fingers teased the hair on the nape of his neck. Six days since he’d turned to face her in the low light of the room and kissed her in a way that made her feel utterly cherished and also so aroused she could hardly stand it. She’d just been about to act on all of it when her phone rang and she audibly groaned at the absurdity of the timing.

Needless to say, it’s been a long six days.

When Friday finally rolls around, Emma is pretty sure she’s going to walk into his office and climb him like a tree if he’s up for it, but when she gets there, Killian is something about ten degrees past distraught.

Pacing the small space end-to-end, his hair is practically standing straight up and he looks like he’s about to explode as he speaks quickly into the phone pressed against his ear.

“His schedule said that he should’ve been on the second or third bus this morning and he would’ve arrived by now had he taken either of them. I haven’t heard from him, his foster parents have called me six times, and we’re all freaking out just a little bit.”

He looks up, his whole body deflating in defeat when he gets the response from whoever is on the other line.

“Well, can you call the bus station this time? See if they’ll give you any information?” Killian mouths the word “David” when she catches his eye again. “Thanks, mate. Emma just walked in. Call me if you hear something?”

When he hangs up the phone, he drops into his chair and presses his hand and brace (the attachment for his prosthetic is nowhere to be seen) to his face.

“Hey hey hey, what’s up?” She takes quick strides around his desk to pry his arms away from his face and works on smoothing out his hair as he looks up at her.

“Henry hasn’t shown up. He’s either been taken or he’s run away.”

A lump of fear settles in her stomach. The likelihood that a foster kid ran away is pretty high; she knows the statistics. Shit.

“I have to go. Robin and I are going to check in some of his favorite places and see if he’s here and just not coming to us. I’m sorry to skip our lunch.”

“No apologies needed,” she says, her fingers absently playing with a chain she’s just started noticing he wears under his shirt. “I’ll help any way I can. But I have to go back to the station and get the Bug.”

“Call me if anything comes up?”

She hums her agreement, leaning up to kiss him again before she heads back out of his office and nearly jogs back to her car.

Driving around town goes quick. She’s not sure the routes that Killian and Robin are taking, and where David is in all of this, but end-to-end she keeps driving for an hour before she finally parks near the public beach access and sets out on foot.

There’s no one out here, not on a cold November day that’s threatening snow like this one is, but it’s when the terrain changes again that she catches a weird track. It looks like suitcase marks, but that would be ridiculous in most circumstances. Then she thinks back to her conversations with Killian and the suitcase Henry owns from his previous foster family that he would never leave behind.

She’s not even all the way to the destination she knows she’ll find him when she texts Killian the location, letting him know that Henry is, in fact, safe when she gets visual confirmation. Physically safe, of course. Mentally? She’s about to find out.

Approaching slowly, Emma leans down to get into Henry’s line of vision and smiles reassuringly. She can’t really see him with the way his hood is up and he’s trying his best to curl in on himself.

“Hey, kid.”

“Emma? What are you doing here?”

“Well, you have a lot of people really freaked out right now. I’ve been out looking for you.”

“Is CPS here?”

“No, no one like that. But your foster parents are on their way and Robin and Killian are out looking for you. Are you okay?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Is it something you’ve done?”

“No.”

“Then I’m not going to get mad. And even if it was, I would hear you out and really listen before doing anything like getting upset.”

Henry takes a deep breath, and rather than ask anything at all, he finally lifts his head to look at her. With the way he’d been sitting, there had been a shadow over half his face, but now she sees it wasn’t really a shadow at all. Blooming around his eye, the bruise is going to be quite the shiner.

“Who did it?”

“Mr. Carter.”

“What happened?”

“I asked if we could go out and buy a new suit for the party next month. I’ve been saving up every bit I can for the transportation up here so I don’t have to make the Carters pay for me. But I haven’t had the chance to do any dog-sitting jobs with the edits and my cash is running low. I told him I would pay him back.”

Emma finishes her approach to the playground, hoisting herself up to sit beside him.

“Would you like a hug?”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods and tips over when she puts her arm around him, holding him close as he silently falls apart.

Distantly, she can hear someone approaching, knows that the text notification she’s getting in her pocket is probably Killian trying to get to them.

“They’re going to take you out of that house.”

“I brought everything with me this time, just in case they did. Or even if they didn’t. Do you know where they’ll send me?”

“Well, we can talk to them and see if they’ll let you stay with me. I have a spare room in my loft. Or David and Snow have a guest room.”

“Do you really think they’d let me stay here?”

“I don’t know. But the least we can do is try.”

“Henry, you’re okay,” Killian says when he finally gets to them. She can see the second Henry looks up at him because Killian goes completely still, his expression flickering between concern, shock, and settling on a quiet rage.

“Did your foster father do that?”

“We’re going to try talking to his case worker and see if they’ll let Henry stay here with one of us,” Emma says. Henry nods at her words, seeming to fold in closer to her.

“Of course. I don’t know if a couch will work but I’ll happily lend my home to this venture if necessary.”

“Call David? We’re going to want to get ahead of the Carters. We’ll need Archie and Dr. Whale to meet with us, too.”

Jumping straight into action, Killian pulls out his phone, contacting David and filling him in. Without even missing a beat, he helps Emma down when she starts to shift off the platform, holding out his hook to steady her as she lands on her feet.

“I’m handing you over to Emma now,” he tells David, listening for a beat before giving her his phone.

“Hey,” she says quietly. She turns to watch as Killian helps Henry off the platform. As soon as he’s off the playground, Killian opens his arms in invitation, and Emma feels something in her chest constrict when she watches the way Henry leans into the hug.

That was David to her, so long ago. It was David that found her in Florida, that picked her up, that helped put her back together. Struggling past the lump of emotion sitting in her throat, Emma turns away and talks to David about their next steps, only moving back towards them when she ends the call. Killian takes the suitcase that Henry had stashed beneath the playground and together they lead him back towards the parking lot.

Robin is waiting for them, looking just as relieved when the three of them appear from the beach access. He, too, goes through the stages of emotions when he catches sight of the bruise, and immediately he turns into some kind of hovering parent. While Henry and Killian climb into Robin’s SUV, Emma goes back to her own vehicle, taking a second after they drive away to take deep, even breaths. There’s a specific type of panic sitting against her breastbone and she wants to cry, to sob out all her frustrations. She only really cries when she’s angry nowadays, and fuck is she angry at this situation.

From what Killian said, this kid had it all with the previous family. Had a life worth enjoying, only to get stuck with someone that would dare to hit him because he asked for money. She gives herself a shake, finally shifting the car into reverse and pulling away from the beach.

It all gets a little more complicated than that when they get back into town. The foster parents show up, insults blazing the moment anyone even looks at them, and it’s clear they’re going to deny ever touching Henry in every way possible.

“Henry is an upstanding teenager with no prior record of running away or violence of any kind. You’re telling me he went out and got in a fight the day he’s meeting with his book editor and then doesn’t bother showing up because he’s rebellious?”

The way David says it makes Emma proud.

There are long chats with CPS after that, with Emma offering her place but being turned down after she describes her home life and schedule. David goes to step up, but it’s Robin that speaks next.

“We’d like to take Henry in, if that’s something he would be amenable to,” the other man says, gesturing to Henry first. “My fiance and I have plenty of room in our house. I have a son younger than Henry, so we’re definitely not new to parenting. And neither of us keep anything dangerous in the house. No guns, no medications beyond allergy nasal sprays, children’s medicine, and aspirin. We have a liquor cabinet that only has two keys that stay with us at all times. And our schedules are such that Regina or myself can be there when he gets home from school each day.”

“Is that something you’d like, Henry?” Killian asks.

“As long as you’re sure I’m not invading your space,” Henry starts to say, but all the Storybrooke adults in the room speak at once in a rush to reassure him that it’s no imposition. She watches the bashful smile form and he nods his head, accepting Robin’s handshake when he offers it.

When they’re all wrapped up for the day, Killian lingers back with Emma just outside the station doors.

“Do you have anything else to finish up with this?”

“Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow. Plus, David has most of it already started thanks to the digital system. Mostly just dotting some i’s and crossing any t’s that need it.”

His hand tangles with one of hers, and he smoothly lifts it to drape it over his shoulder, stepping into her space a little more after he glances around and confirms they’re alone.

“Would you like to come to my place? Drink some wine, order some pizza, maybe… stay the night if you’d like?”

“I would, but I’m not going to.” Confusion immediately replaces the sultry look he’d been aiming for. “I want you to go home and sleep. Between the edits and the anxiety over the party next month, and then everything that happened today… Like I said, I always saw you as a neat-stacks kind of guy. And today you were chaos. I have wanted nothing more than a quiet night in with you since last weekend, but you need to unwind and decompress without the use of sex or alcohol.”

He’s looking at her intently the whole time she speaks, a smile starting to pull up at his lips as she continues. Finally, when she’s done speaking, he takes a moment before closing the distance between them and kissing her hard enough that it almost changes her mind. Almost.

“This is why I like you. You know exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. Would you at least do the honors and drive me home, please?”

“Absolutely,” she confirms, a matching grin on her own face. They move out of the station and towards Emma’s car until Killian stops her short just a few feet away from the Bug.

“I’ve not had a chance to formally ask, but would you care to be my date to the party? I realize we’ve not been dating long, but I would love for you to accompany me.”

“I’d love to! And tell you what. Why don’t we do that whole pizza and wine adventure on Wednesday? We can decide later if it’s an adult-sleepover type thing or just another date, okay?”

“Aye, sounds perfect.”

It doesn’t stop her from kissing the hell out of him when they pull up outside of his place, and Killian’s silly grin afterwards is worth the efforts it takes to let him get out of the car without doing it all over again.

“Goodnight, Swan.”

“Goodnight,” she says back, watching him wearily walk up the path to his front door. She doesn’t drive away until he’s inside and the porch light is turned off.

-x- November 27: Wednesday

Killian Jones is having a shite day. Absolute shite. His computer crashes in the morning, leaving three days’ progress lost to the technological hell he finds himself in. He rubs his eyes when he thinks of the newest corrections he made to the novella, all of the progress lost. He thinks of the press releases he had finally finished drafting up, the wording absolutely perfect. He wishes for rum. Lots and lots of rum, and Emma Swan.

“Hey, you were supposed to - Killian? What’s wrong?” He looks up as one wish enters through the door and he idly wonders if she has rum stashed somewhere on her.

“I’m sorry, love,” he says, roughly rubbing his hand over his face again. “I’ve had a bit of a set-back. I should’ve called.” Especially after what happened last week, he should’ve called her as soon as he realized he was going to have that kind of day.

After just a moment of lingering in the door, she moves to stand behind him at his desk, working her thumbs into the knots along his shoulders and the base of his neck. He wants to melt into his chair at her touch. His head drops forward and he sighs, letting his muscles relax for a moment.

“I’m beginning to think that bad luck is following you,” she says, her voice low in his ear. He can feel the shiver it causes all the way down his spine and it takes a few quick breathing exercises to stop his body from reacting to her overall attention.

It’s been three weeks since their first date, and every date after has seemed cursed. There was the one interrupted by a phone call from David asking to help with some kind of public disturbance, and then they didn’t even get to have their date last Friday when Henry went missing.

“I’m going to bring you some lunch,” she says, giving his shoulders one more squeeze before moving to sit on the edge of his desk.

“You really are a savior, Swan,” he says, grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it softly. The smile she gives him eases a little more of the tension in his body and he gratefully accepts the kiss she places on his lips.

“I’ll be back in five,” she tells him before heading back out of his office.

By the time she returns, he’s at least recovered the corrections and marks on the novella, which makes his blood pressure return to something approaching normal. The press release seems to be gone entirely, though, so he knows the next few hours of work will be spent trying to recreate that.

“I won’t distract you,” she says, placing a kiss on his cheek as she sets the bag down on his desk. “Call me later, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, Emma. For all of this,” he says sincerely, wishing their lunch break could’ve been spent together. Instead of a response, she kisses him again, smiling sweetly and wishing him luck before she slips out of his office.

That’s how they usually do it - in the short time they’ve been together, he’s worked little routines into their daily lives. Emma doesn’t seem to mind one bit, following along with the well-worn steps they go through. And he’s also found that, in the last couple weeks, he isn’t holding as tightly to the strict schedule he used to keep himself on.

He sighs again and opens the bag of food Emma left him, breathing in the smells and resolving to eat before he throws himself into that blasted press release.

It’s not the same when it’s finished, that much is obvious, but it’s close enough. When it’s clear that everyone else is leaving for the holiday weekend, Killian compulsively saves the file a few times before shutting everything down for the vacation.

He calls Emma after he gets all his winter gear on, making sure his earbuds are attached and securely in his ears before he slides on his hat and dials her number.

They’d made plans last week - pizza, wine, a quiet night - and he confirms that they’re still on for said plans as he makes his way through the quiet streets of Storybrooke and back to his home.

“I could’ve picked you up,” Emma says when she realizes what he’s doing, but he brushes it off and asks her what time he should be there.

WIth their plans finalized, he happily enters his apartment with a skip in his step. To be clear, he’s not expecting sex tonight. Does he want it? Yes. Does he think Emma wants it? There have been many clear indications that she does. So, while he doesn’t expect it, he plans for it just in case, making sure to be thorough with his shower.

When it’s just about time, Killian walks over to her place, letting the bracingly cool air calm the anxious pit in his stomach. It’s good anxiety, this time, but it’s still better to not have it at all.

He beats the pizza delivery man by just a minute, hustling out of the way as Emma moves to answer the door she’d barely had time to shut.

“Perfect timing,” she says out loud.

It’s the quiet night they’ve both been hoping for. No interruptions so far, no work distress lingering over their heads. Just the two of them, a pizza, and some time.

The switch flips in an instant - one moment they’re sitting on her couch discussing how their days went and then she’s crawling into his lap, pushing him further into the cushions as they try to devour each other. This feels momentous; they finally get to learn about each other more intimately when they’ve spent so much time learning about each other.

It’s clear they’ve both been holding back in the small snatches they’ve found to spend together between their dates. When Emma’s hips settle over his, he groans involuntarily. Being underneath her is one of the most exquisite tortures Killian has ever felt and he would give anything to stay right here, with her almost subconsciously rocking her hips against his as weeks of sexual tension finally come to the surface.

The latent movements suddenly have purpose, the intent obvious when Emma leans back and Killian can see the heat in her eyes that sends tingles along his scalp and down his spine.

His hand slides under her sweater, gliding along the smooth skin of her back. With an arch of his eyebrow he asks permission without words. When she nods, he deftly unhooks her bra and brushes his fingers up the rest of her spine.

“Shit,” she whispers, a smile spreading instantly as she visibly shivers.

Her hands are slowly rubbing down his chest, resting over his belt buckle, and he draws her back down to kiss her again as she slowly starts working the metal and leather apart. Her fingers are just dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans when the door to the loft swings open and someone comes flying through the door.

“Sorry to barge in but Granny’s all out of holy fucking shit I’m so sorry!”

By voice alone he identifies the culprit as Ruby.

“I’m just… gonna go find what I need in the kitchen and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll help you,” Emma finally says, giving him a regretful look as she eases back a little bit.

“No really, I just need some brown sugar for the apples.”

When Killian looks over his shoulder, the other woman is holding a hand over her eyes, almost blindly searching for the ingredient in Emma’s cabinets.

“Hang on, Ruby,” Emma says again, trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry.” Her voice is soft, but she’s grinning. He cups her cheek in his hand, giving her a smile of his own.

“This really was just a shite day,” he mumbles. “Though I much prefer this nuisance to the other ones my day has given me.” He makes sure she can hear the sincerity of his voice as he rubs his thumb across her cheek. “It’s getting late. I should go.”

“You don’t have to,” she says as she stands and holds out her hand to him.

“No, spend time with your friend. I’ll text you when I get home,” he insists, quickly fastening his buckle as discreetly as possible before he kisses her goodbye. It’s sweeter this time, but there’s still a hint of heat behind it and he’s tempted to throw caution to the wind and stay, but instead he bids her goodbye and accepts the kiss to his cheek she bestows upon him.

When a moment has passed, one must accept it and move along. He knows a sign from the universe when he sees one.

The walk home is sobering and lonely, much more subdued than the walk over. Killian has gone back and forth in his life on how patient he can be. There was a long time where he took without thinking of the consequences and hurt some people along the way. But with Emma, it all feels different. He feels like he’s waited a lifetime for her and knows he’d be willing to wait another one for something like physical intimacy when there’s so much more to who she is as a woman.

It’s this thought that follows him through the door of his own dwelling and he leans against the wood for a moment. Alone in the quiet, he accepts the early bedtime he’s about to have, rubbing his hand over his face. He makes sure to text Emma that he got home before wandering through and flipping on the few lights he’ll need for the process of getting ready for bed.

His text alert pings in his pocket as he’s shuffling to his room to change, and he smiles when he sees Emma’s name across the screen.

“Ruby’s already apologized a million times since you left.”

He smiles at the message, knowing that Ruby’s apologies have probably been loud and likely detailed exactly what she thinks she was interrupting. Nevermind the fact that she’d be correct, but he’s sure Emma’s face has probably been a permanent shade of pink all through it.

They text back and forth while he gets ready for bed, with the time creeping up on when he used to so dutifully go to sleep that he’s surprised he’s not really as tired as he’d expect with the day he had. He’s just checked the locks to make sure they’re secured for the evening and goes to turn out the living room light when he hears a knock.

Killian takes a moment to stare at the door in question, because it’s almost eleven and he’s afraid there will be another unpleasant surprise waiting on the other side. Moving warily, he slides the deadbolt out and pulls open the door enough to see who’s on the porch. He takes in the sight of Emma standing there, in her pajamas under all her winter gear, with what looks to be an overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

He swings the door open wider with shock on his face, and Emma grins wide.

“Swan? Is everything all right, love?”

She walks in when he motions her inside and sets her bag on the floor by her feet while he locks everything back up.

“Everything is fine,” she says, waiting until he’s back in front of her before she tugs him towards her by the collar of his t-shirt. She tastes like toothpaste when he kisses her and he finds the same heat that was simmering before is now boiling over.

When her fingers untangle the knots on his flannel bottoms, he thinks there’s something to be said about bad days having better endings.

-x-

After Killian leaves, Emma has every intention of listening to her friend’s food-based crisis and spending a hefty amount of time calming down her hormones. But then Ruby starts a string of apologies as soon as Emma turns to her and explains that she didn’t realize Emma wouldn’t be alone and she’s used her key about a million times before without a thought and…

She does listen to Ruby’s food-based crisis and helps with not just the apples, but an issue with the pumpkin pies as well. Ruby and Granny go serious business for Thanksgiving, after all, and Emma is happy to do her duty to make sure everything comes out perfect.

When the door closes after her friend, Emma wanders to her room to get ready for bed. She changes into her favorite pajamas and heads to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, all while texting Killian. It’s somewhere between doing her mouth rinse and walking back towards her bedroom that she makes a decision.

She’s in the Bug before she knows it, with a presumptuous overnight bag on the seat next to her. The entire drive leaves her jittery, and by the time she taps on his door, she’s almost sure he’ll be able to see her heart rate the moment he looks at her.

Instead, he’s more worried than anything else at first, and she doesn’t really blame him. When her fingers finally get the knots of his pajama bottoms undone, all previous tensions and fears either of them may have felt have evaporated.

In the back of her mind, Emma knows that she has to be at David and Snow’s at a respectable hour, but she also knows that neither of them have to go to work tomorrow. This thought and all others vanish from her mind as Killian knocks her coat from her shoulders. She thinks her gloves are next to the bag that got left right in the entryway, but how much can she really care when she draws Killian’s shirt up over his ribs and helps him remove it? How can she focus on anything at all when this solid, handsome, wonderful man is looking at her like she’s a delectable treat he wants to devour whole?

“See something you like, Swan?” The cocky grin she’s gotten used to over the time she’s known him is back on his lips, his hand and wrist shoved into the pockets of his sleepwear while he rocks back on his heels. The husky tone he uses sends heat between her thighs and she’s absolutely ready to explore this brand new territory.

“Maybe,” she offers back. She’s proud that her voice comes out low and seductive, instead of squeaky and unsure. His chuckle is low as he pushes off the wall.

“I’m glad you’re appreciating the view,” he says as she pulls him against her.

“Maybe isn’t yes, Jones.”

“It isn’t no either,” he reminds her. She bites her cheek to stop from smiling, thinking of all the times they’ve said those words to each other already. At least this time she’s allowed to shut him up with her lips.

She feels the thrum of tension just below his skin, can feel it in the way he kisses her back with desperation. She lets instinct take over, instead of thought. She doesn’t think about how tired she is from the day she’s had, or how tired Killian might be. Besides, he doesn’t seem tired right this moment from the way his hand is sliding under her shirt, drawing it up and over her head, his hand immediately finding her bare breasts.

She gasps at the contact, steps out of her shoes and starts nudging him towards his bedroom. He shifts his attention from her lips to her neck, to the spot just behind her ear. She pauses their route to the bedroom to push him against the wall in the hallway and while his hand slips down to her lower back to hold her close, he hesitates for a second.

“Emma, are you sure?”

She doesn’t respond with words, instead choosing to step back and hook her thumbs into the waistband of the flannel bottoms she wore on the way over, sliding them down her hips and letting them fall to the floor. She watches as his eyes sweep down her whole body, sees the muscles of his jaw clench as he swallows and drags his eyes back up to meet hers.

He doesn’t move, and it takes everything in her power not to fidget in front of him with how intense his stare is. There’s something below the surface between them, something she isn’t willing to look at tonight in the quiet dark of his hallway, or even tomorrow in the light of day. It hasn’t been long enough, and she knows she’s not ready.

Finally, he brings his hand up. He rests it lightly on her shoulder for a moment before softly running it all the way down until the back of his hand moves over her fingertips. He starts again at the top, this time brushing his fingers over her collarbone, sweeping down and just dusting across one breast and then the other, across each nipple, before he continues down. He places his wrist gently on her hip and urges her closer to where he’s still leaning.

“You’re stunning, Swan,” he whispers in the dark. She bites her bottom lip, running her hands all the way up his arms to rest on his shoulders. When he kisses her this time, it has more to do with tasting than rushing, so she sighs into it, into him, pressing against him. The feel of his bare chest against hers is sweet torture.

She pushes at the hem of the sweatpants now riding low on his hips, stepping back to take in the full picture just as he did. Emma discovers that she could stare at nearly-naked Killian all day if she didn’t have anywhere else to be. She’s surprised her glasses, askew as they are, aren’t fogging up at the sight.

They move in tandem this time, lips connecting, tasting, and nipping. He easily lifts her and she squeaks in surprise, her legs wrapping around his hips.

“Fuck, Emma,” he grumbles, moving swiftly down the hall and settling her onto the bed.

“Exactly,” she whines, accepting the kiss he gives her as he chuckles, his tongue sliding against hers when she opens her mouth to him. When he pulls away again, she’s smiling at him, but the restraint is obvious in the lines around hers eyes.

“Patience, Emma.”

“I think we’ve shown more patience than either of us expected,” she says with a level look. “You locked the door right? None of your friends are going to barge in? Liam isn’t planning any quick visits to see you, right?”

When Killian moves away from her completely, laughing as he goes to the nightstand by his bed, Emma lets her arms fall above her head on the mattress. His bedroom is warm and cozy, and the heat of her skin from anticipation doesn’t hurt either.

“Fair enough to assume they might, however, I even engaged the deadbolt and if anyone so much as rings the bell, I’ll knock them to the ground,” he tells her, pushing his boxers out of the way before he stands at the foot of the bed. “Now, a woman as beautiful as you demands my full and prompt attention.”

She pushes up to her elbows, obliging and lifting her hips when he taps one to slide her panties off. With those delegated to the floor, he finally crawls back onto the bed but stays near the bottom. She wants him inside of her, and almost tells him so, but the moment his fingers slide along her entrance as his tongue finds her clit, she decides to utilize the patience he just told her to have.

It’s totally worth it.

The man is gifted beyond reason, taking directions to what she likes with the same attention to details he gives everything else in his life. In past experiences, she’s not always been lucky enough to get foreplay like this, and so she’s surprised at how quickly he pulls her up, up, up and over the edge of climax.

Giving her a minute to collect herself again, she looks down the length of her body and watches with pointed interest as Killian rolls a condom down his length. He catches her eye, shrugging and smirking at what they both recognize as a skill. Shifting again, he’s kneeling between her legs, the tip of his cock just pressing where she is so ready for him.

Instead of waiting for him to ask, she grasps his hips and nods, pulling him until he’s filling her up. He rests his head between her breasts, hips already rocking just a bit, enough to amp them both up. She tugs him up to kiss him again, silently begging him to move. Finally, he does, pulling out and pushing back in just a little faster, causing her to gasp and break the kiss. He sets a pace that has her breathing harder, even more so when he nips the top of one breast.

“Bloody hell, Emma, you feel amazing,” his whispers hoarsely against the sensitive skin and it further ignites the fire that’s been building since he opened the door. She lifts her hips to meet his thrusts, hands clutching at his biceps where they’re braced on either side of her head. She breathes out a request for more and he complies, moving his hand as he quickens the pace.

He trails a path from the center of her chest, down her abdomen, ending right above where they’re joined so his fingers find and circle her clit in time to his rhythm. She fists the sheets with one hand, the other slipping between them to press against his as her climax rises and breaks, her back arching off the bed, her head pushing back into the space below his pillows and her eyes shut tight.

She says his name in a sigh as she comes down and he kisses her greedily, his movements getting jerkier as he reaches his own peak. She pushes her hips up, accepting as he settles deep inside of her with a groan as his orgasm takes over and he drops his head to her shoulder.

With choppy little movements, he comes back down and settles on top of her. Both of them are struggling to catch their breath, but a hazy smile is plastered on her face and she runs her fingers along his scalp while she waits for him to recover.

It clearly takes some effort, but he shifts in order to drop into the spot beside her.

“Worth the wait,” he tells her, rolling close to kiss her before he’s rising from the bed to get cleaned up. All she can do is hum in agreement as she stretches in lazy contentment. As he leaves the room, she opens her eyes and realizes nothing is in focus.

“Watch out for my glasses,” she calls after him. “I have no idea where they fell off but they’re definitely not on my face.” He makes a noise of acknowledgement, and Emma lets her body rest in the comfort of his bed for the short time he’s gone. It could be minutes, or it could be hours, all she knows is she could live this strung out on an orgasm every day for the rest of her life and not complain.

“Found em!” he calls from the hallway on his way back in. He’s grinning when he enters the room, his own glasses perched on his face as he hands hers over. His arms are full of their discarded clothes and her overnight bag.

“I set out a washcloth in case you’d like to clean up at all,” he tells her as he drops everything on the edge of the bed.

Heaving herself up, she moves to stand next to him, reaching up and pulling him down for a kiss. “Thanks.” She gives him one more kiss and then smiles, turning and helping him sort out their mess of clothing before she goes to the bathroom with her bag to get cleaned up.

She’s barely settled back in the bed with him before sleep overtakes her, claiming her fast after he wraps his arm around her waist and whispers her goodnight.

-x- November 28: Thursday

When he awakens, it’s to the November sun trying its hardest to break through the clouds. Trying, but definitely not succeeding. Though the weather may be doing its best to soldier on into winter, none of that reaches the warmth and comfort of Killian’s bed, especially when Emma stretches beside him.

“I’m not gonna lie,” she says as she burrows further under the covers. “If I didn’t have to stop at David and Snow’s and make an appearance at Granny’s later, I would be finding a way to convince you to stay in this bed all day.”

“It wouldn’t take any convincing at all, just for the record. What time is this dinner?”

“Five o’clock. Are you going?”

“And miss my opportunity to listen to you all gripe about how this American tradition is born on the genocide of the people that inhabited the land while still eating turkey and mashed potatoes? Of course I’ll be there,” he says, turning on his side and propping up on his wrist. He fixates for a moment on the way the blankets are leaving one of her shoulders slightly exposed, running his finger along the only bit of skin that’s visible.

“That sounds accurate,” she says, her voice going a little breathless when his hand slips below the blanket to follow the lines of her bicep. “And until then?”

“By my calculations, we can have a little bit of that aforementioned time in bed,” Killian says with nonchalance.

Emma’s expression morphs into a happy grin and she scoots closer. “If you get me coffee first, there’s a lot of really great ways I can think to repay you.”

“Coffee it is,” he murmurs, pressing forward to kiss her before the moment slips away.

-x-

Chapter 8

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