#what is the truth about his fucking surname ffs

[akuma-tenshi]

shamelessly stolen from twitter but LOOK AT HOW HE WEARS HIS HAIR HERE AUGHHH it's such a cute sorta-effortless style i love loose ponytails like this

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 13 + 14.11.20 lbs

13.11.20

i’m just gonna skim through this one, coz i don’t wanna dwell on the death and maatam and all.

hahahahahahahahaha riddhima is screaming at god for letting this happen and kabir is like “bhagwaan ko beech mein kyun laa rahi ho, mujhe bhi toh credit do!” i truly love this crazyass fucker.

riddhima continuing to scream at god about vansh jissne “KOI KABHI BURA KAAM NAHI KIYA HAI” ?!?!?!!?!?!?!? sis what the fuck???? first of all, none of us over the age of like...... 7, are truly sinless. and THIS MAN PARALYZED AND THREATENED TO KILL YOU MULTIPLE TIMES, FFS.

KABIR IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I AM KABIR

now she trying to throw herself off the cliff and for some reason i cannot understand, kabir is holding her back????? literally why, my bro????? let her die, saaari musibatein khatam. ugh, you still have some kinda residual feelings for her from your not-that-kameena days, don’t you?

asalkdjaldkjsaldkjsalkdjl riddhima ke andar OG prerna ka bhoot chadh gaya, she hitting kabir with danda the way Mother India did dhulaayi of yudi in the disco (still one of the most iconic scenes of tellywood for me, istg)

dude, idk if it’s just ego waale possesive issues or he still has feelings for her, but kabir def wants riddhima to be “his girl”. even after danda beating he’s trying to help her as she stumbles around in sadma.

anyway she sauntered off rubbing that stupid muffler of vansh’s on her face. SIS YOU GONNA BREAK OUT IF YOU RUB SUCH GANDA KAPDA ON YOUR FACE.

5 min of flashbacks of vansh. fwding.

family (dadi, chanchal, and all the rest of the riff-raff) has come back home and ghar is all dark.

weird how angre is also with them. i woulda thought he’d be on whatever tasks vansh set him on, instead of doing mandir yatras with these assholes.

mummy has decided to break news in most non-tactful way ever. wearing all white and has set up photu with haar already.

yeah, requisite screaming and crying blah blah. nahi dekhna.

i’m only here for ishani and angre’s reactions. bechaare look genuinely devastated. i mean dadi does too, but bohut hi zyaaaada overdramatic and i’m getting uncomfortable.

riddhima has returned.

to her surprise everyone already knows. zara dimaag lagao behen, how they even found out before you reached??? (ok no i understand you’re numb from trauma rn and can’t think of all this, but i hope your idiot brain thinks of it later.)

WHY THE FUCK IS DADI YELLING AT RIDDHIMA KI TERE HOTE HUE KAISE HUA YEHHHHHH, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO TAALOFY GIANT COSMIC DECISIONS LIKE LIFE AND DEATH????? isse apni khud ki jaan nahi sambhali jaati, let alone someone else’s.

holy shit she’s actually saying, “tu toh uski dhaal thi, uske liye tuney goli khaayi thi, iss baar kaise chook gayi????” MAN, FAMILIES OF DESI BOYS REALLY BE FUCKIN WILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS FROM BAHUS. one time she took a bullet for him wasn’t enough????? you want her to actually fucking die before something happens to him. god forgive me but i really wanna slap this dadi rn.

mummy cooking up some fucking ridiculousssssss story about gunde in the house and how vansh was chasing them and gaadi khaayi mein gir gayi and god knows whatttt

ok she’s saying siya got the call about it and she was running down the stairs while in shock and now whoopsie daisy, she’s in critical condition (probably in a coma or some shit.)

aryan looks sad at the siya news. thank god this mummy ka niyana has basic consideration for someone else other than himself and his mother.

mummy ka rona dhona drama fwding.

ishani is now yelling at angre. which..... kinda deserved. you’re his safety person dude.

ok too much crying. fwding.

riddhima asking mummy why you lie to family about how he died. mummy like how tf i tell them police dragged him out and he died in an encounter for trying to escape. it’s better for them to not know the truth. which.............. ok fair, but coming from this shadyassss woman......

god this mummy ka ainvayi praising vansh waala scene is going on too long. fwding.

riddhima back to room. some more flashbacks. OUFF. FWDING.

obligatory kamre ka tod-phod scene. FWDING!!!!!!!!!!

fell asleep crying and holding one of his coats.

LMAO ISHANI KA MANN NAHI BHARAA GHAR KE ITNE CASUALTIES SE............ SHE’S LIKE WHAT’S ONE MORE????

dadi slapping ishani for doing what any one of us would do, honestly, so.... whatever. fuck off dadi.

ishani telling 100% truth ki jabse this useless b has entered my bhai’s life, his problems have been never ending, i’m fucking sureeeeeeeeee she’s the reason he’s dead. the only voice of reason in this show, truly.

dadi all WOH EK HAADSAAAA THAAAA, NOONE CAN CONTROLLLL THOSEEEE, oh yeah, not the sentiment that you were expressing to riddhima when she walked in, you stupid old bat. whatever, i’m fwding this scene.

kabir and mishra have entered house. coz they are awwal no. ke sadists. need to get off on watching this family cry and suffer.

LMAO THE LOOK RIDDHIMA GAVE KABIR. HE’S LEGIT SCARED OF HER.

angre bhi staring daggers at kabir. chal hatt, i know for sure you’re behind saving vansh and stashing him somewhere to crawl out whenever it’s the right time. 

body nahi mili blah blah blah

lol this one’s face clearly says milegi bhi kaise, main tum logon ki tarah nikamma nahi hoon. i have 16% success rate. it’s low but it’s more than y’all 0%.

lmaoooooo oh DOW DIGGY DIGGY DOW DIGGY DOW DOW, i love you sooooooooo much.

ALSO WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAAROFY THE PUN KI “MAINE VANSH KE VANSH KO MITAAAAA DIYAAAAAAAA” severely disappointed in you, kabir.

yup. appropriate response. to just generally all the men in your life.

lmao riddhima like you arrested vansh ONLY COZ I LOVEDDDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMMMMM. lol the amount of self delusion. sis, his feelings for vansh were faaaaaaar more powerful and intense than anything he ever felt for your dumb ass.

kabir saying there’s nothing left for you here, why don’t you come back to me and lmao............... he tried.

 “riddhima nahi. riddhima vansh raisinghania.” 

ok whatever you say, sis. i’m just grateful to god this manhoos episode is finally over.

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14.11.20

redo of last scene.

lmao kabir is like I HATED VANSH WAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE YOUR DUMB ASS FELL FOR HIM. YEAH I DON’T LIKE THAT YOU PICKED HIM OVER ME, BUT I’M NOT SO BAD THAT I’D TAKE REVENGE FROM HIM FOR THAT. yeah, dude. he just wanted his money; not youuuuuu. like..... chillll. kahaan se aata hai logon ko itnaaaaa confidence khud pe???

kabir saying i had proof vansh killed ragini, i found his watch there next to the body. she’s like i had it, i took it to repair it, and ragini died in front of me. vansh wasn’t anywhere near there.

lmao she’s back to shoving him around. what an annoying bitch she is. 

kabir like did you SEE who shot ragini? no????????? then it could very well have been vansh, right????? plus i got that footage from 3 years ago.

she’s like hein hein heinnnnn where you get it from when i burnt that chip????????? OH NOW SHE’S USING HER BRAINNNNN. SO WAS VANSH THE ONE RENDERING HER SO FUCKING STUPID? NOW HE’S NOT ADDLING HER BRAIN WITH LUST HORMONES, HER 3 BRAIN CELLS ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! take this as proof, ladies. MEN MAKE YOU FUCKING DUMB AS SHIT BY JUST MAKING YOU BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM.

kabir saying someone from inside the house probably saved it and sent it. and that vansh made all this happen by taking mishra’s gunnnn and forcing them to take the sunsaaaan paaath and he tried to runnn and blah blah blah.

again he’s asking her to come be with him and she’s like gtfo i don’t wanna see your cuteass face anymore, you’re dead to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok she didn’t say the cute bit, i did. i think y’all already knew that. but how to resist??? he sho cute!!!!!! 

mishra like this b kuch zyaada nahi bol gayi???? 

“dil par jo chot lagti hai, woh nazar nahi aati, but ghaav bohut gehra hota hai. yeh dard maine bhi mehsoos kiya tha, jab riddhima mujhe chod ke chali gayi thi vansh ke paas.” heinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn? now he suddenly is/was truly in love with her again???? bhai, tu decide karle, ki if she’s just a pawn to you or something more. ainvayi jhool raha hai idhar udhar.

mishra like, ok whatever, but where vansh’s body tho???

clearly not him. the head shape alllllll different.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THEY FINALLY PUT RRAHUL’S FINE ASS IN JEANS!!!!!!

again, no wedding ring. dead body is not vansh.

“bhagwaan jaane kahaan chali gayi uski laash.” lmao i really loled the way he delivered the line. i really love him the mostttttttttt.

kabir you are honestly suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh an idiot, if you think not getting his body is a good thing. DON’T YOU KNOW HIM AT ALL??????? AT ALLLLLLLL????? NO BODY MEANS HE’S STILL OUT THERE, BIDING HIS TIME TO FUCKING COME GET YOUUUUUU.

he’s like good, vansh didn’t even get antim sanskaaaar. who knew kabir was sooooo religious??????

vansh so efficient and independent ki khud ka kriyakaram kar raha hai. aatmanirbhar ho toh aise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not before he maarofied his own pocket tho.

“bohut jald iss VR mansion ke aage KR mansion ka signboard hoga.” hein???????? the R in there is for RAISINGHANIA. why the hell would you add one random surname to your name??????

YEAH. I KNOW THOSE CHITTAAA-ASSS EARSSSSSSS.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BHAGWAAAAAAN NE MERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SUNNNNNNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIII THEY MADE HIM SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ASALKJDLKJDSLAKJDLASKAS

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE DUMBASS FAKE DEEEP VOICE IS GONE TOOOOOOOOO ALKSDJSALKDJLASKJDLSAKJDLASKJDLASKJDLKJLKS I JUST

styling also EXAAAAAAACTLY HOW I LIKE IT.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo hunny. NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS SHOW FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY WORTH WATCHING. bas thodaaaa saa tharakkkkk ka maska i need to make my tellywood viewing experience sooooooo much easier. AUR WOH MUJHE AAAAAAJ SE MIL GAYAAAAAAAAAAA.

ok 13 days later.

bitch looks better after going through life-altering trauma than i do on my most stable mental health days.

talking to portrait about how the misery is unending, etc. etc.

kabir still calling her. WHY??????? dude just take the L and move the fuck on.

lmaooooooo mummy is like 13 din rone ki acting kar karke aankhon ki band baj gayiiiiii. 

standard mwahahahahaha we succedded bufoonery from too complacent evil ppl. dumb dumb dumbbbbb!

but let’s admire this evil cutie bean.

riddhima’s mangalsutra which she justttttt set down on that bureau missing. she in a panic.

ofc these two are behind it.

ishani wants the truth about that dayyyyyyy and aryan jumping in about how riddhima never loved vansh and just always doubted him and blah blah.

my question is since when aryan loves vansh bhaiiiiiii so much huh???????

anyway. this happens. and those two are left plotting some more about getting the truth out.

VIHAAAAAAAAAAAN is the new name.

seeeeee????? i knew his ass had some lucrative skill in the current economy. he some tech bro types.

CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEEEEEE THEY HID THAT FUCKING JAWLINE AND THOSE DIMPLES UNDER THAT BEARD FOR 5 WHOLE MONTHSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS CRIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

unf, boy got cake. that ass just needed shirali to stay tf away from it.

also askdjalskjdlsakdjlaskjdlkj they turned ragini’s container waala room into his hacker man cave. what a wonderfully multipurpose room!

honestly, i’m just soooooooooo relieved i can just watch this show for eyecandy now. kaleje ko suchhhhhhhh thandak, yougaizzzzz.

banda khud vansh ke net worth (5000 cr.) ko dekh kar hairaan pareshaan. yeah, this much wealth accumulation is fucking immoral, asshole. you vansh did deserve to get thrown off a fucking cliff.

show laaaaaaaaaakh convince karne ki koshish karle ki yeh koi aur hai, my bullshit meter says it’s vansh vansh and no one else but vansh.

unrealistic af, someone PRINTING photos out in this day and age. what kinda tech person are you???????

lmao he’s checking out each photo for each family member and the commentssssssss.....

rudra chacha and chanchal chachi: “kaafi expressive faces! koshish bhi kare chupaane ki toh bhi chupaa nahi paa rahe ke lomdiii hain yeh ghar ke.”

aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlskjdlksj i already like him better than old vansh.

aryan: “doosron ke bharose jeene waala.”

ishani: “raisinghania hone ka bohut ghamand hai, magar bechaari ki shaadi angre se ho gayi.”

how he know that if he not vansh????? angre not even in this set of pics.

siya: “kehte hain jo chal nahi sakte, unka wifi network bohut strong hota hai..... kab, kahaan, kya pakad le, koi nahi jaanta.”

“aur yeh hai....... RIDDHIMAAAAA....... iss parivaar ka most special aur khoobsoorat member.”

“moh aur maaya...... dono ka mel [...]”

yup, i definitely like this cheeky and cheesy persona better than the murder-threatening-paralyzing shit we had to put up with earlier. happy days, you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hookedonapirate]

A Glimmer of Hope

Summary: Killian returns home from visiting his brother, looking forward to asking a question that will change his life. That day, his life is indeed changed. Just not in the way he expected.

Notes: So, apparently I’m losing my mind because not only did I forget to post this update on here (thank you @kmomof4 for reminding me), I started using the banner for tpahs for this story lol. Ooops. That banner definitely does not fit this story. 

*TRIGGER WARNING* This chapter includes nonconsensual touching and other sexual activity, and I don't want to give away too many details, but I hope my writing clarifies that the actions are NOT intentional, at least not for the person on the receiving end, nor are they conscious actions, given the set of circumstances. I don't even know if it warrants a warning, but I think it's better to be safe and include one just in case. 

Rated: M for violence, language and possible smut

Catch up: Ch 1 I Ch 2  I Ch 3 I Ch 4

Also on: A03 I FF.N

Chapter 5

They arrive in Storybrooke around nine o’clock, just after a blanket of darkness has consumed the air, and there’s a car waiting for them outside the station.

 “It’s my brother,” Emma informs him as she waves at the man in the vehicle. 

 He steps out and approaches them, offering a kind smile. Killian had learned on the train ride that David and Emma are not siblings by blood, but his family adopted her when she was a teenager, which explains why they have different surnames. But they still look like brother and sister. He has blonde hair like Emma, only more of a dirty blonde than a golden blonde, he also has dimples in his cheeks like her, but his tired eyes are light blue, rather than green. 

 He sticks out his hand, introducing himself. “Hi, I’m David, Emma’s brother.”

 Killian shakes his hand. “I’m Killian, Emma’s friend,” he says with a smile.

 “It’s nice to meet you, Killian. Thanks for looking out for my little sister.” Releasing Killian's hand, David looks at Emma and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple.

 Killian’s heart melts. He’s only just met the man and can already tell David is a very protective and caring brother. “It’s not a problem. Emma and I… we take care of each other.” As contrived as the statement is, based on the handful of hours they’ve known each other, it's not completely a lie. They have taken care of each other since they’ve known each other. David just thinks they’ve known each other much longer than they have. He takes their bags as Killian winks at Emma. She smiles, mouthing thank you as David stows their luggage in the trunk. Killian mouths you’re welcome.

 The drive to the Nolan’s house is short, considering the town is small. It’s a refreshing change of scenery after leaving Boston the way they did. Especially since neither Milah nor Walsh is here.

 David’s wife, Mary Margaret, greets them at the door, introducing herself to Killian with a bright smile and a warm hug. “It’s so nice to meet you, Killian. I can’t wait to hear all about how you and Emma met,” she beams in excitement.

 Killian flashes a smile and glances at Emma. He’s just glad they discussed their story ahead of time. “Thank you for letting me stay here.” 

 Mary Margaret pulls away from the hug and dismisses his words with a small wave of her hand. “Please, it's no problem. Any friend of Emma's is a friend of ours. Are you hungry? There’s leftover lasagna in the refrigerator.”  

“We ate on the way here,” Emma replies and looks at Killian. “I’m not very hungry, but you should definitely try her lasagna if you're not too full from dinner. I promise it’s the best lasagna you’ve ever had.”

 Killin chuckles and places his hand on his stomach. As enticing as the offer is, he doesn’t think he can handle a heavy plate of pasta right now. “Thank you. I will definitely take you up on that offer later.”

 Mary Margaret makes them hot cocoa and they sit in the living room as Killian and Emma give them a story of how they met. They tell the Nolans they used to be neighbors at the apartment building Emma lived in before she moved in with Walsh. Emma came home one night completely exhausted and left her keys in the lock without realizing it. Killian saw them when he passed by that night and knocked on her door to give them to her. She was very grateful and invited him in for coffee. They’ve been friends ever since. Thankfully, the Nolans seem to buy every word and are happy a nice guy like Killian saw the keys and not a burglar or a rapist or a murderer. Emma rolls her eyes at how worried they become, even if it supposedly happened in the past. Killian smiles. They seem more like her parents than her brother and sister-in-law.

 “Well, we’re pretty beat, we should probably go to bed,” Emma says after she and Killian decided to have a small plate of lasagna, rendering them spent and full.

 “Of course. I can imagine you’re both exhausted after the day you've had,” Mary Margaret says.

 “Killian, I’ll show you to your room.” David stands up, along with Killian, and leads him upstairs to the guest room he’ll be staying in.

 David thanks him once again for looking out for his sister, but before he leaves the room, he places his hands on his hips, a stern expression on his face when he studies Killian. “You're just looking out for Emma, right?”

 Killian swallows the sudden large lump in his throat. He's immediately paranoid that David didn't actually believe the story he and Emma gave him and his wife. “Aye.” He nods. “I promise you, I only want the best for Emma,” he adds sincerely. “We’re helping each other get through this.”

 David studies him for a moment longer, and it's one of the most terrifying moments of Killian’s life. Is David going to snap and punch him in the face or is he going to hug him? At this point, he's not sure. So when a smile graces the man's lips, and he gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder, Killian blows out a sigh of relief.

 “Good, because if your intentions weren't pure, you'd end up much worse than Walsh after what you did to him.” He winks at Killian, still donning a smile as he turns around and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

 Killian releases another long sigh of relief and changes into a pair of pajama pants from his suitcase. He’s glad he'd washed his clothes at Liam's and Elsa's before he'd left England. 

 He knows his intentions with Emma are pure, but if David discovers the truth of the situation, he may gather the wrong impression about Killian’s intentions. He tries not to think too much about it though. He goes to the bathroom down the hall to brush his teeth, running into Emma on the way back to the room he's staying in.

 “Thank you so much for going along with this,” she says appreciatively, standing in front of him. She graces him with a weary smile. “They absolutely love you.”

 Killian grins smugly, but he knows Emma’s exaggerating a little, at least as far as David is concerned. “Well, I am very loveable.”

 Emma doesn't bother to argue. In fact, she leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek, taking him off guard. His breath catches in his throat.

 “Thank you again, Killian,” she whispers and walks away, disappearing inside the room across from the one he’s staying in. 

 Killian looks back at her door, his fingers brushing over his cheek. The same cheek she'd kissed.

 Bloody hell. 

 He never imagined he'd be so affected by someone after Milah had stomped on his heart earlier that day, but Emma makes him feel things he really shouldn’t be feeling right now. He’s so fucked.

 Killian returns to his room and slips into bed, laying his head on the pillow as another deep sigh passes through his lips. He runs a hand over his face and closes his eyes. He desperately tries to sleep, but fails miserably, tossing and turning every twenty minutes. When he had been with Emma, he could breathe, be normal with her, but once he’s alone, the reality of what Milah did to him sets in. Of hearing her say those three bloody words to Walsh. The surrounding air is thin; he feels suffocated. His whole body aches. His heart aches. How could Milah do that to him? How could she love someone else when he gave her all the love he had? Why was he not good enough? Why hadn’t he seen she wasn't happy with him or satisfied enough? Why hadn’t he realized he was driving her into the arms of another man? These questions haunt him, and he keeps asking them repeatedly. 

 Two hours pass when there’s a soft knock on the door. Killian is wide awake as he glances at the door, arching a brow. It can’t be David because his knock would probably be much louder, especially if he found out Killian and Emma were lying to him—if David for some reason thought Killian's intentions with Emma weren't pure, like Killian had reassured him.

 Killian gets out of bed, running a hand through his tousled hair as he strides across the room. He opens the door, finding Emma standing there donning a smile. 

 “Hey,” she murmurs quietly. 

 “Hi, love. Can’t sleep either?” he asks with a warm smile. 

 She shakes her head. She appears to be normal at first, but as his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can see the wreckage written all over her features. Her smile is broken, her eyes are glistening and her cheeks are stained with tears. His heart aches for her. For what Emma's going through, for what he's going through. For what he already feels for her. Hell, his heart is totally fucked.

 “Emma? Are you alright?”

 She shrugs. “Not really. I mean, after what happened today, are you?”

 “No,” he answers weakly. 

 “I keep blaming myself, wondering what I’m doing wrong to make men want to cheat on me.”

 His heart cracks into a million pieces. She blames herself for this? But at the same time, he’s wondering what he did to push Milah away. “Emma,” he whispers, lifting a hand to her cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that escapes her right eye. “You can’t blame yourself. Cheating is never the answer. Relationships take a lot of hard work, and the ones in need of repair don’t fix themselves. Screwing someone else fixes nothing, it only covers up the cracks with duct tape.

 Emma snorts, her face suddenly lighting up in the darkness. “That’s a perfect guy analogy.”

 He chuckles and blushes. “Hey, it got you to laugh, didn't it?”

 She nods. “That’s true.” She wipes the tears from her eyes, sniffling. “Thank you. I really needed that.”

 “Happy to be of service, love.” 

 They stare at each other for a moment. He can't help but get lost in those alluring emerald depths of hers. 

 Emma is the one to break the spell, pulling her gaze from their trance. “Well, I should go back to bed. I don’t want to keep you up.”

 Somehow he doubts he would ever mind Emma keeping him up at night, especially if it makes her feel better. “Goodnight, love.”

 “Night, Killian.” 

 She flashes a heart-stopping smile and disappears into the hall before he shuts the door behind him.

 Killian exhales deeply and turns around, his back slumped into the door. Not a minute goes by when another knock sounds in his ear. His features twist in confusion as he turns around again to answer it. 

 It’s Emma again. He swallows the large lump in his throat, not knowing what to expect from a second visit from her.

 She appears hesitant at first as she peers down at her hands, toying with her fingers.

 “What is it, love?” he asks softly.

 When she lifts her eyes again to meet his gaze, he offers an encouraging smile that seems to give her the courage she needs. “Killian, can I sleep with you? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

 He doesn’t give it a thought. “Of course, love.” He can certainly empathize with her because he’s been through the same thing she has, so he knows the thought of being alone is not a pleasant one. On top of that, she’s willing to expose her vulnerable side to him, which he finds rather endearing. “Perhaps we should go to your bed, though, so your brother and sister-in-law don’t freak out if they were to walk into your bedroom tomorrow morning and find your bed empty.”

 “Yeah, you’re right.” 

 He blushes and scratches behind his ear because he’s nervous as all hell about sleeping in the same bed as the beautiful woman standing before him, who’s only dressed in a thin tank top, which encases a fantastic set of breasts and the outlines of her nipples, and a tiny pair of shorts that show off miles of her gorgeous legs.

 He lifts his eyes when she extends her hand to him, which he takes, allowing her to lead him to her room. He gets a view of her perfect butt, the cotton fabric of her shorts brushing against the curves of her butt.

 Bloody hell. 

 Stop looking, he berates himself and lifts his eyes again. He really shouldn't have looked.

 Killian holds his breath as he steps into her room. He shuts the door behind them, his heart pounding as he walks with her across the room. He crawls onto her twin size bed after her, slipping underneath the covers. Emma turns to her side, facing away from him, and grabs his hand, pulling it around her body. Killian gulps as their entwined fingers rest just below her breasts.

 Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea.

 There is barely any room between their bodies, and Killian can feel the natural body heat radiating from Emma. His breath catches as he feels the intensity of the situation weighing down on him. Perhaps he’s digging a hole too deep and setting himself up for failure by getting this close to her, but he feels like there is a lot of potential for them. He feels like this could become something. 

 Something good.

 He’s in a comfortable position and is ready to sleep, but he can’t relax enough. His entire body is tense as he tries not to let himself mold around her. 

 “You okay?” she asks through a yawn. “Are you comfortable enough?”

 He chastises himself again. Relax, you wanker. Emma needs to be comforted and consoled. You need to be comforted and consoled, he tells himself. This… them being together like this is good for them. They can use each other for comfort and for letting themselves be vulnerable with one another. 

 “Uh, yeah… sorry, love,” he chokes out, clearing the uncertainty from his throat. Why is he so anxious? He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, feeling the tension leave his muscles. He allows his body to contour around hers and pulls his arm tighter around her. He buries his face in a pile of her golden hair, soothed by the rhythm of her chest slowly rising and falling. This is only for one night,  he reminds himself. Emma’s soft body feels so good and warm in his arms, and the sweet scent of her hair filling his nostrils isn’t so bad… he’s able to fall asleep within a few minutes.

 ~*~

 He misses her terribly. He's excited to see her, to hold her, to be with after being apart for five days. He's also nervous about popping the question, but when he opens the door, she's opening her arms, and her smile melts away his anxiety. He holds her in his arms, he pulls out the ring and asks her to marry him. She says yes. He could not be happier. He scoops her up into his arms and carries her to their bed. 

 Her body is warm in his arms and when she shifts slightly into him, trying to get closer, he groans as her butt grazes his morning erection. His free hand, the one not crushed under her head, curls around the curve of her hip. A soft whimper leaves her lips as he presses his stiff length into her lovely arse, lightly thrusting against her. It feels so good, heat surges through him, his need for her increasing. He continues rutting his hips against her butt as his hand slides under her shirt, trails up her body and cups one of her breasts. 

 “Fuck,” he whispers, feeling her soft nipple harden underneath his touch. She feels better than he remembers. He buries his face in her hair, hips thrusting against her as he kneads a supple breast, his cock hardening even further at the anticipation of having her. 

 He's so hard, he’s pretty sure he could explode right now. He slides his hand down her belly and grabs her hip, his length rocking roughly against her. He's content on just letting himself go like this. Just dry humping his girlfriend until he cums.

 “Gods, I'm almost there.” He reaches for her breast again and squeezes, knowing it won't take much for him to finish. After he does, he plans on licking up her goodness and making her cum in his mouth. He salivates in anticipation, the intensity of his arousal consuming him.

 She groans, her voice laced with sleep as she grabs his hand, trying to pull him away. 

 “Walsh…”

 Killian freezes, immediately stilling his hips, anger quickly replacing his arousal. What did she just say? The blood bubbles under his skin at the thought of that man.

 The memories of Walsh flood through him. How Milah had told him she loved that wanker. How he went after Emma and grabbed her arm. Right before Killian punched him. Right before he and Emma took the next train to Storybrooke.  Storybooke. Where Milah is not. She's in Boston. And he never wants to see her again. 

 So if she's not in bed with him, then who is?

 Killian, can I sleep with you? I don't want to sleep alone.

 “Walsh, stop, I'm tired.”

 The memories of last night and hearing that voice more clearly, that voice which is not Milah's, but Emma's, pull him back to reality.

 Fuck, this can't be happening.

 Please be dreaming, please be dreaming. Please tell me I'm only fantasizing about touching Emma and not actually molesting her.

 He opens one eye hesitantly and, to his utter horror, sees the pile of disheveled blonde hair and realizes his hand is actually cupping one of her breasts because he notices how warm and soft it feels in his palm and… this is definitely not a dream.

 “Fuck…” 

 “Emma, wakey wakey, it's time for breakfast.” Mary Margaret's chipper voice fills the room when the door flings open.

 Her mouth falls open as she witnesses what's happening in the room. Killian's hand is clearly underneath her shirt, touching her breasts and Emma most likely still has her eyes closed as she shoves Killian's hand away.

 “Oh my, I'm so sorry!” Mary Margaret shrieks and scatters from the room.

 Fuck fuck fuck. A million times fuck!

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Okay, guys... I’m sick with some sort of flu-like plague (working in an animation studio is worse than preschool, germs-wise, I swear!) and I want to write but I just can’t stop coughing long enough to even think about writing. I’m going to go curl up with a movie or two, and hopefully pass out in a cough-syrup-induced snooze... and in the meantime, if anyone seeing this feels like reading the little snippets I’ve pasted below and weighing in on what you feel like I should tackle first, when I’m feeling better, I would appreciate it!

(There’s SPN (slash, gen, char/ofc, char/reader) and AB/BtVS (Willow/Asher) and SPN/Criminal Minds (Spencer/Gabriel) and Tolkien/FF (Owen Shaw/Thranduil) under the cut...) 

1. “Bring it on Home,” the current MOL AU story...

"What if it *was* my fault?" Sam interrupted.  

The words were out of Sam's mouth before his brain---and all its worries---could hold them back and keep them in Sam's mental vault of secrets. He saw Dean's eyes widen and then he looked down at his feet; he didn't want to see Dean's face when the truth was between them.  

"Sammy... no, it... if you'd seen traces of sulphur or anything weird, you would've protected her."  

Sam sighed and moved away from Dean, taking a position against a couple of crates that seemed to be doubling as a table. "I'd been having dreams of how she died," he admitted, still looking down at his feet. "For weeks, before. Not after. I mean, after, too, but those were dreams. These were... they felt different. But, I shrugged them off, because we don't have psychics in our families... because if you found out and thought I was a witch or something---"  

"Hey, no," Dean said, softly but quickly. "Never. Sammy. You are my brother and nothing else matters."  

When Dean came closer, Sam wanted to move away but Dean tapped his chin and forced him to raise his eyes. He wasn't scowling, he wasn't frowning. He wasn't smiling, either, but he looked more pleasant than upset.  

"Do you really think any psychic on either side of our family would've 'fessed up?" Dean asked.  

2. “Six Months,” the current vape shop AU (Sam/Gabriel) story...

"Good boy," Gabriel murmured. Sam felt his face heating up in reaction to Gabriel's compliment. "Now. What do you need to do?"  

"Wash up. Find sweatpants? And call Donna. Oh, and text you before I leave."  

Gabriel made a soft, pleased sound before he spoke again. "Good," he said, his voice still soft. "If I don't hear from you in an hour, I am going to come looking for you."  

Before he could curb the reaction, Sam was smiling into his phone. Gabriel cared enough to worry, enough to come for him if he took too long. Maybe he and Gabriel were becoming real friends. The idea was enough to dissolve the guilt in his head. He knew he'd do the same thing for Gabriel, if he ever came to Sam for help, and... it felt *good* to let himself believe that they were more than customer-and-proprietor.  

"Thank you, Gabriel," Sam whispered.  

"You're welcome. I'm happy I can be here for you," Gabriel said. "Just... get here, okay? I'll handle the rest for a little while."  

Sam nodded, even though Gabriel couldn't see the gesture, and he ended the call with another few grateful words. When he pocketed his phone, he looked around the room and decided to wash his face and change his shirts before calling Donna. He could do the rest while they talked.  

3. “Untitled,” an ace-spec!Sam/pan-Gabriel story I’ve been messing with...

"You're kidding me, right? The whole point of this is to mingle---and probably hook-up---and you want to invite the celibate kids to put a damper on things?"  

"They're not celibate!"  

Sam sighed and closed his eyes. He liked Charlie and he knew his brother considered her practically family, but studying was pointless when she was in their apartment. Dean had come out a year ago, and Charlie had basically gotten him on every committee she could after that; he was on a Safe Spaces board, something that worked with local businesses to create a directory of services and resting places for <I>everyone</i>, and he'd also been roped into doing volunteer work with kids, giving them older role models who weren't heterosexual, and he was on the Pride committee, too. Sam was impressed with Charlie's tenacity in getting Dean to commit to so many activities, but the fact that she was in each group, too, probably helped. The only problem was when they were organizing an event they were in the apartment; that did nothing to help his academic focus.  

He was in another room and they were still interrupting him. Though, to be fair, he could usually ignore their arguments about who the hotter porn star was because he didn't care *at all* about who won.  

"Oh, c'mon," Dean groaned. "Everyone has sex. It's a neurochemical drive or imperative or whatever. Just because they haven't met the right people yet, or just because they're choosy or saving themselves for 'the one,' that doesn't give them special status. No one discriminates against them."  

"I can't believe you just said that," Charlie replied. "After everything you've been through, after everyone you've met, you can't imagine that attraction is a sliding scale just like gender or orientation? You can't imagine that it's hard for them to meet people and connect with them in a positive way?"

Dean's grunt might as well have been a punch to the gut. Sam felt... abandoned. Any shred of hope he had tucked away, after the incident with Andy, seemed to shrink inside of his heart.  

Sam couldn't tell him. He couldn't have those words directed at him---not from Dean. Hearing them directed at a nameless, faceless group was hard enough.  

4. “Falling is the Easy Part,” my Criminal Minds/SPN crossover...  

"Where is Sam, Dean?" Spencer asked.  

"Out," Dean replied. He sighed again. "Cas told me Ezekiel was an okay guy, for an angel, and at first, I thought... I thought it'd work out. Even if I had to trick Sam into it. But..."  

"It's not going the way you expected?" Spencer asked.  

"Not really, no," Dean said. "I shouldn't be telling you this."  

"I don't mind," Spencer replied. "I know you two go through a lot, and right now, things are difficult. It's Sam I have history with, sure, but you're the most important person in his life, and even if it were only for that reason, I'd be more than willing to listen to you."  

"You're not gonna confess your undying love for me, are you?" Dean asked.  

Spencer snorted. "No," he said. "Your virtue's safe."  

"Don't have much of that left, Doc," Dean said after barking out a brief laugh. "But, ah... well, thanks. For listening."  

"It's no problem," Spencer said. "We're in Virginia. I don't know what sort of trouble we might encounter on the road, but we'll do our best to get there in a couple of days."  

Dean sniffed once. It didn't sound like a crying sniff, but Spencer wasn't well-versed in Dean's sounds. He waited, trying to listen to see what Loki was doing; Loki's silence was unsettling and it pressed upon the parts of his mind that was trying to piece together the mystery Loki wouldn't share.  

"That sounds good. Gives me time to try to put Kevin somewhere safe and figure out what the fuck to do," Dean said. "Be careful. If anything looks angelic, just hightail it out of there."  

5. “Out of the Box,” a SPN fic with an OFC where I’m not sure if there will be a pairing yet...

His footsteps come closer and I inch back a bit more, trying to make myself as small as I can in the darkest part of my cage. I must have whimpered because he makes low, crooning noises so unlike anything I've ever heard before that I'm peeking out at him before I remember how wretched I am.  

"Hey there," he murmurs. "I'm Sam. The other guy's my brother, Dean. We're not here to hurt you."  

"Someone's in there?"  

"Looks like a woman," Sam says, without taking his eyes away from mine. "Dean, start looking for the keys or a way to open this."  

"Do a silver check," Dean replies.  

It makes sense. I know enough about the devil's other hobbies. If they're like him, even a little, they are aware of everything that can bite and kill.  

"Hey," Sam says. His attention is on me again. "Can you give me your hand? I have a knife. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to put it on your skin. Just to make sure it won't burn you."  

I shouldn't but I know what happens when I disobey orders---even when they're disguised as suggestions. To avoid more pain, I force myself to move my hand towards Sam. He slides his through the bars and presses his palm against the back of my fingers. He's so warm.  

The devil is always cold.  

"Easy," Sam murmurs. He has the knife in his other hand. When he presses it to my hand, nothing happens. He smiles at me. "There. See? You're okay. We're gonna get you out of here."  

"If Ketch had the place rigged to explode, it could've been to keep people out, but it also could've been to keep people in," Dean says. "Might not be the only trap."  

6. “The Pitch,” the first story in a (maybe) series with an ace spec OFC and Sam, Dean, and Cas...

"Dean!" she called out.  

"Uh... no," I said, quietly. "Charlie, no."  

"Charlie, yes," Charlie countered. "Dean! Get your fuzzy butt over here!"  

Dean was the one that made me blush earlier when he threw a wink and a couple flirty questions my way. He seemed like a good person; a lot of the community seemed to turn to him and two others if there were problems or if someone needed help. But, he and his friends were too handsome to ever put me at ease around them.  

Before I could slip off of my stool, Dean appeared over Charlie's shoulder. After he kissed her temple and wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind, he said, "I got waxed yesterday, Charlie. I am as smooth as a baby's bottom. *Everywhere.*"  

"Ugh, gross, TMI, Winchester!" Charlie hissed.  

The use of a last name surprised me. A lot of people used nicknames. If anyone used their first name, they never gave out their surnames. It wasn't like fetishes were completely taboo anymore, but some of the club-goers didn't want to be outed to their bosses or families. I was included in that group; I worked in a casual environment and I knew no one would care but I wanted to keep my private life separate from my work life for as long as I could. Sometimes, I forgot that other people didn't have that need for separation or compartmentalization.  

Dean chuckled and peeked at me before turning his attention back to Charlie. "You love it," he insisted.  

"Dude."  

He kissed her temple. "Sorry, Queen of Moons," he teased, using the name she used during The Strap's infamous Dungeons and Dragons weekend event. "How may I be of service?"  

"Are you still looking for a live-in sub?" Charlie asked.  

Not bothering to be discrete, I aimed a kick at Charlie's shins. She winced, swatted her hand against my knee, and turned her attention back to Dean.  

"Well?" she asked him.  

"Charlie, may I have a word with you *in private*?” I hissed.  

"Nope."  

Dean rolled his eyes. "Charlie, you didn't even give her a clue?"  

"Kitten takes too long to make a decision," she huffed. "And, when bad things are happening, she gets bummed out and can't see the awesome happening around her! I'm doing my toppy duty and taking over."  

7. “Untitled 2,” a Sam/Gabriel/OFC fic from nearly two years ago that I’ve never gotten very far along...

I woke up with a scream in my throat and a distant wail in my ears. That was hardly unusual, given my current predicament. Since being grabbed off of the street over a year ago, nightmares were a regular thing no matter if I were awake or asleep. I'm in Hell---though my cellmate assures me Hell is something altogether different---and there is too much horror for my mind to process.  

As I brought my left hand up to rub my eyes, I felt fingers curl around my right hand. They were gentle fingers. I knew that touch. I turned towards my cellmate and managed a small smile.  

"Hey," I whispered.  

He smiled back at me and held up a bottle of water.  

"Thanks, Lo," I whispered.  

I pushed myself into a sitting position and took the bottle from him. He stood up before sitting down on my cot, being careful to keep a little space between us. Across those inches, I could feel his energy. It was different from other people and other monsters; he said he was the real Loki, and I found that hard to believe, but I couldn't deny that he felt *different* than everyone else I'd ever encountered. That different feeling---his presence in my life---was the only good thing about where we were.  

"It's all right," I said.  

Loki sighed. "Nothing is all right," he said. "If I were up to full strength, I'd have a shot at getting us past the warding, but..."  

"Sure you could," I murmured.  

"One of these days I'll do something to convince you I'm the real deal," Loki said.  

8. “Alive at Last,” my Buffy/Anita Blake crossover...

She didn't know much about the ardeur. Any time it was talked about in her presence, it was likened to a hunger. But what she'd felt crash into her wasn't hunger. It wasn't an attack. It was... something else.  

With a bit of daring and a lot of curiosity, Willow lowered her shields. She only relaxed them a fraction, only the same amount she'd done to light candles when she practiced elemental magic, and she hoped it would be enough to give her more information.  

Something lapped at her---not at her skin, but at her magic. Asher's grip tightened on her as if he could feel it. It didn't feel... directed. If anything, Willow would have said it felt curious.  

Was the ardeur sentient? Was it possible to have a self-aware power that fed through others on sexual and emotional energy?  

Willow shuddered.  

9. “I have to run; I’ll find you when it’s safe,” the latest instalment in Bullets & Blades (Owen Shaw/Thranduil)

After slipping into the humid room, Thranduil hopped onto the countertop. Leaning against the wall and drawing up his legs, he focused his gaze on the shower, on the man underneath the stream of water and behind the glass doors. When Owen opened his eyes and saw him watching his performance, he grinned before belting out another (much more cheerful) song. Thranduil grinned and waved; Owen waved back.  

When Owen finished his song and dance routine, he emerged from the shower stall and wrapped a fluffy green towel around his hips.  

"I tried waking you," he said, bending slightly to kiss Thranduil's knee, "but you seemed to be very cross with Elrond."  

Thranduil snorted as he realised he'd been talking in his sleep. "Understatement," he muttered. "We were having quite the argument."  

"I picked up on that," Owen said. He leaned over and kissed Thranduil's cheek. "What were you two fighting about?"  

"He thinks I should gather the others like me and leave for a secret location," Thranduil replied. Seeing Owen's frown, he reached out and threaded their fingers together. "It does not matter. It was only a dream," he added, before smiling a little. "Elrond was an old friend, of sorts."  

"Of sorts?"  

"We mostly frustrated each other," Thranduil said, smiling more. "I haven't dreamed of him in a long time. It's fine."  

10. “The Winchester Gospel,” which is a ridiculous collection of ficlets I’ve been writing that span 2017-2081, approximately

"You really think I was born, and then able to help Leto birth Apollo?" Artemis asked as she sat down at the table in the war room. She smirked when Dean shrugged and Sam leaned forward in interest. "There's a reason some still consider me the goddess of the hunt---of hunters.

"The world has always needed balance. It doesn't always get it," she said, crossing one leather-clad leg over the other. "I was born in a time when Eve had all the power. It was like Purgatory. Dangerous. Vicious. Wild. I almost died again, this time protecting a family from my village. And the Light brought me back. Or, his Messenger did---on His orders."

She closed her eyes and shook her head. The mask of a confident deity slipped away to reveal a nearly-human expression. "I don't remember what the creature was. It's been a very long time," she said, smiling at them a little, no edge to her expression. "Gabriel taught me what I'd need to know. And when he was done---"

”Gabriel?" Both Sam and Dean asked at the same time.

Artemis snorted. "It's a small world, isn't it?" she asked. "But, yes. Gabriel. He didn't stay long. But he taught me enough. And after, the Light returned and asked me if I would help them spread the word. The lore. What kills what. What can be used for protection.”

”Eve," Sam said. "She... couldn't have been happy.”

”Understatement. But for... about a century, I was able to avoid her. I was able to get information to people, I was able to protect communities. I hunted," Artemis said. "When she caught up to me, I was able to put her where her creatures' souls went. It nearly killed me. But, I did it. And I thought the Light would abandon me. I was on the ground, at the foot of a great mountain, barely breathing. I thought the Light had abandoned me. But before I could die, Leto and I found each other. She was in labour, but she healed me---and then I helped her. I became her daughter that day, Apollo's sister because I helped care for him, and when Zeus arrived to see his son, he adopted me in thanks and imbued me with more power.”

Sam nodded. "You became his daughter from his decision to take you in. You were already smart. And fierce. And he liked that.”

”He really liked that," Artemis agreed. "He protected me, supported me... I thought he loved me. And maybe he did in the beginning. But, time changes everyone, as you two will learn.”