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azucanela · 4 years

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7. SNEAKING SOMEONE OUT | SHINSOU HITOSHI

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SUMMARY: Shinsou finds himself craving chicken nuggets, and Y/N’s presence, at 2AM. So naturally, he comes over and helps her sneak out so that they can get food and hang out, much to Y/N’s dismay.

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNINGS: crackfic turned sad boy hours but also fluff

A/N: this got deep and is basically pure self indulgence of my emotions

Y/N really should’ve expected this. She really should have.

Shinsou had a tendency to simply, not sleep, he was a certified insomniac. No matter how many solutions Y/N had offered him, none of them worked. Which is why Y/N tended to wake up to about 75 messages from Shinsou each morning, varying from memes, to tik toks, to philisophical rambles, to the stupidest questions he’d ever asked her.

He’d never texted her this much though, her phone nearly falling off the nightstand because of how much it was vibrating whilst on silent, rousing her from sleep. Y/N groaned into her pillow, hand extending to her right in search of her phone as she patted around the nightstand with no success. Inhaling deeply, Y/N rolled onto her back, bring her hands up to rub her eyes before stretching her arms upward as she sat up in bed and turned to her side. Y/N picked up her phone, squinting at the ridiculously bright light that met her eyes as she read the time.

2:03AM

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her lock screen, a picture of her and Shinsou, taken at a school festival they’d had. It had taken a lot of convincing to get him to agree to a photo, much to Y/N’s dismay, but he relented eventually. The memory only served as a reminded of the messages displayed on her screen, a lot of messages, most of which were from Shinsou. But Y/N only found herself looking at the most recent ones.

shinsou <3 y/n wake up

y/n

y/n get up

im coming over now, and no you don’t have a choice in this matter

you better be awake by the time i get there or i will egg your window

we are going to get food by the way [1:34AM]

shinsou <3 hey loser im here

climb out your window

are you even awake

y/n i swear [2:01AM]

In a perfect world, Shinsou would’ve been joking, and Y/N would’ve been able to go back to bed and text him again in the morning about a weird video she saw online. However this was Shinsou and the world was far from perfect. Meaning the boy was definitely parked outside her house. Y/N moved to slip out of bed and peer outside her window, only to see Shinsou was already standing on the grass of her front yard, fingers typing furiously against his phone as Y/N felt her phone vibrate in her hand once more.

She found herself glaring as she threw the phone onto the bed to free both her hands and open the window. Pushing the window up, Y/N bent down slightly to put the upper half of her body outside as she called out to Shinsou, “what the hell?”

The boy looks up almost instantly, and Y/N can practically see the panic in his eyes, though it fades when he realizes it was her who spoke, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Are you ready?” He calls back in a hushed whisper, eyes narrowing as he scans the surrounding area.

“Shinsou—” Y/N brings a hand to her temple as she exhales deeply, “we are not going out to eat, it two in the morning!” She cried out, one hand making vivid gestures in an attempt to get her point across, while the other supported her weight on her slanted roof.

He rolled his eyes in response, “there’s a reason that some fast food restaurants are open all day long. This is the reason, now let’s go.” Shinsou has that same apathetic tone he uses everyday, as though this is something completely normal that they do everyday.

“I am not sneaking out of my house so that you can get some— some chicken nuggets!”

Shinsou falters, face falling temporarily as he presses his lips together, “if you really don’t want to Y/N, you don’t have to.” His voice is soft enough that she can barely hear him because of the distance between them, but she does. Y/N can tell he means it, this isn’t an attempt to guilt her into going with him, and yet she can’t help but feel horrible for not going along with it.

Which is why Y/N was now dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, trying her hardest not to fall off her roof as Shinsou called out to her, “Y/N. Don’t make me use my quirk—”

“You wouldn’t dare.” They both knew he’d never use his quirk on her, he had far too much respect for her. And he’d explicitly told her, more accurately, promised her during one of their rare late night talks, that he’d never try.

He doesn’t reply, simply glaring at her as he comes up from under the edge of the roof, where Y/N had been sitting for the past few minutes, in fear of jumping off. “Just jump.”

“No.” She practically hissed, scowling as she peered over the side of the roof once more, viewing the drop, which wasn’t that far. Shinsou also stood below, meeting her glare with his own annoyed stare.

“Y/N, come on.”

“You should be grateful I am even accompanying you, i could easily just go back to the safety of my room and have a simple and quiet night but you insisted—”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want, just come on.”

Looking back on it, Y/N really didn’t think this was worth it. Her parents would very likely end her life should they discover her... late night escapades alongside Shinsou, but at the same time, this was odd behavior for him. Texts in the middle of the night were normal, yes, but randomly deciding to come over because he wants food at 2AM? Weird.

But Y/N couldn’t deny the that this was fun. Driving down practically empty roads, phone plugged into the aux so she could play whatever music she wanted— though Shinsou judged every song she played rather brutally. The windows were rolled down all the way and Y/N had never felt more refreshed as she sat beside Shinsou in the passenger seat of his car, watching as he ordered their food through the drive through.

A comfortable silence fell between them as he paid and thanked the cashier at the window, retrieving their food and wordlessly handing it to Y/N before driving to the parking lot of the establishment. She found herself taking sips of her milkshake and absentmindedly eating fries.

Yet Y/N couldn’t help but feel concerned as she looked over at the boy, hand on the wheel as he quietly hummed along to the playlist they shared. Drives with Shinsou weren’t rare, seeing as he drove Y/N to school practically daily, especially since he didn’t trust her driving skills.

Her brows furrow as she leans back in her seat, folding her arms before speaking, “are you okay, Hitoshi?” Y/N looks away from him, “answer honestly.”

She can feel his eyes land on her when she finished speaking, Y/N can’t help that she floods with anxiety as she awaits his answer, only to look to Shinsou to see a small smile on his face as he parks in the parking lot of the brightly lit restaurant. “Yeah. I’m good actually.” Y/N tilts her head at his words, awaiting for him to continue, he seems to consider what he says next carefully, “are you glad you came here, with me?”

Though Y/N feared the repercussions should they get caught, she already knew her answer, “yes. I’m happy to be here.” Y/N fidgets with her fingers as she inhales deeply, eyes drifting to her window, “I think— I think I would’ve regretted it more, if I hadn’t come with you actually. And I don’t want to regret anything.” She bites her lip anxiously, picking at her fingernails, “I wish I was more adventurous sometimes, I guess?”

Y/N couldn’t explain the feeling well, the one that made her wonder if she was missing out on certain parts of life, parts that she might’ve experienced if she had been just a bit more bold. In the moment, yeah, it seemed horrifying, but Y/N couldn’t help but wonder afterwards if she should’ve said yes. She couldn’t help but feel regretful as she wondered what could’ve been.

Sitting there with Shinsou made her feel like a hypocrite though, seeing as she’d had feeling for the boy for longer than she cared to admit, and would likely regret never telling him. Though Y/N was fairly sure she would regret it more if she did tell him and he rejected her, so hiding her feelings was far more ideal. But the small part of her that wanted to tell him, to just come forward with her feelings, regardless of the outcome.

Y/N tries to push away these thoughts, bringing her attention back to the moment at hand as Shinsou rests his head against the seat, fingers tapping at the wheel of the parked vehicle, “I get it.” Comes his reply, and he seems to be rather deep in thought as he sits there, hand reaching into his bag for some fries.

Y/N feels compelled to speak, to tell him that he does make her happy, because she can tell that a small part of him doesn’t believe her, so when she opens her mouth the words just begin to fall out. “You make me happy, you know.” Y/N doesn’t know how else to explain it, and she doesn’t see his eyes widen a fraction as he shifts in his seat to look at her, “I never would’ve done something like this before I met you. But...” Y/N turns to meet his eyes, offering him a smile, “well, I’m really glad I met you Hitoshi. You make me feel like I’m living—”

“And there’s a difference between living and just being alive, you know?”

Y/N can’t help the way her cheeks warm, feeling as though she overshared as she watches Shinsou nod slowly, “I get it.” He repeats, brows drawing together, he opens his mouth just to close it immediately after.

“What?”

Shinsou straightens at her words, clearing his throat as he brings a hand to the back of his neck, “I don’t... I don’t want to regret anything either.” His lips press together in a tight lipped smile as he looks up at the roof of the car for a moment, cursing quietly before returning his gaze to Y/N.

Their third year would be starting soon, and Shinsou had considered this for a while. No matter how close he and Y/N were now, he couldn’t help but wonder where they’d be after graduating from UA. Both of them would be heading out in the world to become heroes, something that would likely take them in two very different directions. Maybe they’d never speak again after graduation, or maybe their friendship would fade, but Shinsou had a feeling his feelings never would. Y/N’s words just served as a reminder of just how finite their time together was.

Shinsou didn’t know when he fell for her, maybe it was right now, watching her take a sip of her milkshake as she watched him curiously, flustered under his piercing gaze. Maybe it was that time in class when she’d let him fall asleep just to wake him at the end and hand him notes she’d taken just for him, or maybe it was when she hugged him for the first time because he’d gotten in the hero course. He decided that didn’t matter, because he did know that Y/N L/N wasn’t going to be one of his regrets.

"I’m in love with you.”

A/N: this is unedited and the product of my brain at 1AM so i sincerely hope its not bad jkashdjkashdkjh

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evolsinner · 3 years

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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

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theo pushes me against the door and smashes his lips onto mine. at the same time, he slides my denim spaghetti strap dress down my chest, exposing my bare chest to his full view.

“damn,” he admires them hungrily, “look at ‘em built~in stress balls.”

“take a picture, lasts longer,” i tilt his head back up to eye level with me.

“oh, don’t worry, i’m intending to,” and he crushes his lips back onto mine.

he grabs one of my boobs in his palms and squeezes before pinching my swollen nipple. soft moans flow out from my mouth and my wetness down there increases.

🎶my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they’re like, it’s better than yours damn right it’s better than yours

“nice ringtone,” theo smirks.

“shut up.”

he chuckles. “aye, let’s see if your milkshake really does bring all the boys to the yard,” he smugly raises his eyebrows and lowers his mouth to the bud he had been torturing seconds before. he begins to suck on it whilst kneading the other one.

“ohhh,” i moan. “yesss.”

his tongue circles my areola, nibbling, slurping and lapping up his drools. after pretty much mutilating my nipple, he lands a cute peck on top of it like that’s somehow gonna heal every nasty thing he did to it. “tell me how you like it done, babygirl.”

“touch me.”

he pulls the rest of my dress below my waist and skims his hand down my stomach to my core. if i keep my eyes shut for long enough, i could pretend it’s not him. i’m torn between wanting to remember and forget. i want to remember how it felt when isaac touched me, but i want to forget how it felt when he broke me...

“damn, you’re so wet.”

my phone goes off again but this time it reminds me of reality. it reminds me of how my life was once a dream these past few months and now it has gone to literal shit. getting irritated, i lift theo’s shirt up and drag him into myself, desperately tugging at his zipper.

“alrighty then,” he grins. “my babygirl is one greedy little bitch, ‘cept imma spoil her like her daddy couldn’t.”

the dress slides off my body entirely and pools around my ankles. i wriggle out of my underwear. he gets rid of his pants and boxers. then he picks me up by the thighs and walks backward to his bed. he falls onto the bouncy mattress. i get on top and dry grind on him. he grips my waist like he’s got claws for nails.

“fuck, you’re good!” he groans.

i push myself further down onto his erection, the wetness of my core spreading to other parts. “ooh, theo.. “

“that’s it, baby, just like that,” he lifts his head up to watch me rub my kitty on him. “keep it go..ing..mm..oo..yeah..” he exhales deeply, dropping his head back down on the pillow.

i lower my hand, further massaging his bulge with my palm and pressing it into myself. more grunts escape from his mouth and it looks like he’s in a paradise of his own. my phone, yet again, goes off. i glance over my shoulder to where it’s placed on the far back cupboard.

theo yanks me down. “eyes on me, slut!”

his lips are so sour. i try to find the sweetness within them, but it’s difficult. it’s unlike the first time we kissed and unquestionably unlike mr killian’s, nowhere near.

isaac’s was a whole nother valhalla.

theo changes position, getting on top of me. he reaches over and pulls back the top drawer from his nightstand. everything is happening so fast. i am getting dazed and confused even faster. i lean up on my elbows, watching him rip up the silver packet with his teeth and rolling the rubber on.

he returns, caging me.

my respiration becomes dense and i kinda become uncomfortable, a bit claustrophobic. my ringtone continues on and off in the background and it really does bring me back to reality. the hell am i doing with the school’s pitcher??

“theo,” i calmly lay my hand on his abdomen, “i..i don’t think we should do this anymore.”

“c’mon, rosé,” he jeers. “what happened to that girl who was all over me in the boys’ locker room? surely, she’s in there somewhere. maybe i can help bring her out?”

“no, really, theo,” i reach my hand down, ceasing him from entering, “i want you to stop.”

i’ve made a mistake. this whole thing is a mistake. it was like a bandaid on the crack of my healing heart. only now that it’s beating again, all i wanna see is lime green eyes greeting me, not the blue that i’m drowning in.

“no, you don’t,” he decides for me and plants a rough kiss on my lips.

i press my head back, getting his tongue out of my mouth. “yes, i, fucking, do.”

“rosé, you can’t just fucking do that,” he snaps. “you can’t just get me hyped up like this and then not go through with it.”

i sigh, “i’m sorry. i just..i just thought i was ready, but i’m not.”

“it’s too late, you said yes already so quit being a pussy with that ‘i’m not ready’ shit girls do, and let me do my thing. i ain’t stopping.”

“but i’ve changed my mind, i don’t want to anymore. i’m sorry.”

“try to relax for me, okay?” he gets rid of the interference on behalf of my hand by gently placing it beside me. “i won’t hurt you.”

i stubbornly place that same hand at my entrance.

theo heaves, “well, what the hell do you suppose i do with my hard as fuck dick then?”

“fuck if i know. jerk off or something?”

“you’re shitting me, right?” he raises his eyebrows.

why is he being so demanding?! i’ve never seen this side of him.

a forced homely smile appears on his face. “...just relax.” he pretty much snatches my hand up and away. “and breathe, okay?”

before i can stop him again, he’s already inserting himself inside of me. i make an effort in relaxing, i really do, but my body just won’t have it.

“see, ain’t that bad,” his voice toys with me. “i’d ask if this is your first time, but i know it’s not.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“whatever you make of it,” he avoids answering the question. “you good? i’m gonna start moving now.”

“please, baby, let’s just do this another day,” i push my hands up on his chest like i’m bench pressing him, but of course it does nothing. “promise i’ll make it worth your while?”

“for fuck’s sake, stop fucking resisting!” he lashes out. “it won’t do you any good but make it hurt more!”

i flinch at his sudden outburst and fear creeps up on me like slow molten lava. patience is wearing thin from both sides. i need it to stop, but i’m petrified of the monster this will unleash, this monster right in front of me. all the way in he goes and all the way out i feel utter disgust.

“you are tight as fuck, rosé,” he grunts. “almost like you’re milking me.”

“..theo.. maybe..i..we..”

“shhh, baby,” he whispers. “it’s okay.”

sickening aftertaste merges in with my saliva, my lips quiver.

he extracts, “you taste nice.”

i look to the side so that his gaze meets my cheek. he exists out of me slowly, then back in he goes. i try to move underneath his body, but he has me cemented in such a form where comfort is not an option, let alone the chance of escaping.

“don’t cry, rosé, please.”

at this, a dozen silent tears escape from my watery eyes. hostility is the only word that comes to my head. hostility in his eyes, hostility in his tone, hostility in his biceps. it’s like the smell of cigarettes, intoxicating, and that’s what scares me the most.

“i’m only giving you what you want, rosé.”

i can’t answer him.

“this is what you want, right?” he looks me dead in the eye.

i nod...

“good girl.”

the droplets trickle off the side of my temples and land on the plush pillow. i just want isaac. i need him. i miss him...his dimple, his half~smiles, his tired blinks...i miss him a lot.

“you’re doing great. just a little while longer, i promise.”

i dry my tears with his neck because i’m too scared to move my hands.

“hey, hey?” theo brushes the hair off my face. “shh, shhh,” he coos. “why you crying for, baby? you’re doing amazing, okay?”

there’s a sudden shift from soft to rough. it’s like he wants a taste of both worlds. his thrusting has intensified and his audible satisfaction has grown louder. the fear in me, well, that disappears. i don’t like being used in this way. taken advantage of.

“hones..honestly! you’re hurting me so please just get the fuck off me!”

he pins me down fully, almost like dead weight on top of me. he digs sharply into me like a shovel, tearing away at my insides a gluttonous thrust at a time. my tears crystallise, my body aches. it’s as if my heart is in the place of my brain; the pulses banging on my skull. i throw a series of blows to his chest, but even that works against me.

“don’t fight it. the only thing that’ll do is make me fuck you harder!”

my heart is thundering, there’s an apocalypse going on in each of the chambers and it’s taking everything in me to focus through the rumble. my hand despairingly searches for something on the nightstand, anything.

amongst the lamp, the tissue box, an opened marlboro pack, a lighter, a vape pen and some empty red bull cans, i finally hit jackpot. insanely tight, my fingers encircle themselves around the glass body of a corona extra.

1, 2, 3.

“fucking bitch!” he roars, clasping his head.

this gives me enough time to escape from underneath him. i fall out of the bed, slide back into my dress and leave everything else behind.

“rosé!!” theo growls after me, grabbing his boxers.

barefoot, i run to the stairs. only a meter away from the staircase when a hand latches onto my ankle, tripping me over. theo cusses and tries to claw his way atop of me, but i flip over and kick him in the nose. he groans loudly and releases me, cupping his nose.

i run down the stairs, feeling him only a step or two behind me. i slam into the door and begin desperately unhinging each lock in a row. fuck, how many goddamn locks does this guy have?! when the last one gets undone, i pull down on the handle only to be ruthlessly pulled right back with my fucking hair.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh?!” theo snarls. “i ain’t done with you yet, babygirl.”

i scream, holding onto his hands holding my hair. he sickly inhales the scent of my neck and places his palm over my mouth. i bite down immensely hard. he rips his hand free and stumbles back.

silence.

i’m just so scared.

so, so scared.

i don’t see blue eyes anymore. i see grey. pure grey. they stare right through my soul, irises of like hurricanes trapped in tiny snow globes. the globes begin to crack, bit by bit... there will be an avalanche in just milliseconds.

i open the door, stumbling out onto the lawn before regaining my balance and breaking into a sprint. i look over my shoulder when suddenly i bump into a wall right in front of me, forcing me to arrive at a standstill.

glancing up, it’s not…a wall but..

isaac killian.

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let-it-raines · 6 years

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Betting on the Bullseye (Part 8)

Summary: Emma Swan loses a bet that means she has to ask her celebrity crush to be her date to her office's annual fundraising gala. Killian Jones is that celebrity crush. She expects all kinds of humiliation and for her dignity to be completely lost. What she doesn't expect is for him to say yes.

Rating: Mature

A/N: It’s one of those rare times when I finish a chapter super quickly. It’s basically like seeing a unicorn, right?

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His legs burn as he runs up and down the sand, stopping and squatting each time he reaches a marker that he set out nearly an hour ago. He’s covered in sweat, the unexpected heat of Santa Monica in early April not helping matters, but even as his shorts cling to his thighs and his body feels like it’s not his own from the way his heart is thumping in his chest, he can’t stop until he’s finished. He needs the physical exertion to work out his frustrations, to clear his mind of anything and everything and just exist as someone who can do the things his workout asks of him.

Even when everything else in his life is frustrating and seems impossible, he knows that he can rely on pushing his body to its limits and controlling exactly what he does. It brings him a sense of comfort he didn’t always feel while exercising, but as his feet sink into damp sand only to be released and sink into soft, uneven ground that make his legs burn, he’s thankful for this. He’ll feel it later and regret pushing himself like this, but right now, he can’t imagine doing anything else.

When he’s finished with his reps, his body screaming in protest of moving more, he jogs into the depths of the ocean, letting the salty spray coat him in water and wipe away the sweat and cover him in salt while cooling him down. The water is still bloody cold compared to the heat of the day, but he doesn’t mind too much at this moment. He will if he stays too long, but he’s letting himself breathe and pretend that he’s alone like he has been for the past hour.

There’s a photographer hiding out in some sea grass up by the fences, something that has pissed him off beyond belief. This is all a private beach, and the man is trespassing. But it’s not worth it to confront him and risk the consequences of how the man will interpret his complaint when he calls into his seedy office with what he found, so he accepts that there will be photos of him online before he even manages to get inside and shower. It’s part of his life, no matter how much he hates it, and Robin did tell him he needed to be out in public more so things like this didn’t happen. But how fucking ridiculous is that? He shouldn’t have to go out a certain amount of times so paparazzi don’t invade his home to get pictures of him.

That’s just…it’s ludicrous.

It doesn’t help that he’s right pissed over a lot of his life right now. He hasn’t spoken to his brother in the week and a half since Emma left, and Elsa texted him earlier saying she’s coming over for lunch, which means he’s about to get a talking to from his brother’s wife. It’s not that he doesn’t love Elsa. He does. She’s one of his best mates, but much like his brother, she often treats him as a child despite them being the same age. He’s not sure if it’s the motherly figure in her or the fact that she spends her life with Liam, but sometimes he can’t take the way they talk down to him even if they are trying to help.

So he’s anxious and angry and so not feeling like being told to go apologize to Liam. It doesn’t help that the only time he’s really talked to Emma this week is when he caught her on her office phone yesterday and with random, inconsistent texts throughout the past few days. Last week was better, but their schedules and the time difference are mucking a lot up.

He wades out of the ocean, running his hands through his hair and trying to get some of the water out before he trudges inside, the uneven sand making his legs burn even more as the adrenaline wears down and he’s left feeling like weighed-down jelly. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the photographer walk away, likely on his way to collect his paycheck for the pictures, and he sighs, resolving himself to this. It is what it is, as unfortunate as that saying is.

He bypasses going to get something to eat to head upstairs to shower, turning the knob for more hot water than cold and stripping down into nothing before stepping into the stone walls. Growing up, he remembers the apartment he and Liam shared having a shower that was barely large enough to breathe in, so the moment he was able to, he found a house with a shower large enough to move around in without hitting elbows or knocking his head against a glass door. So maybe he loves his shower a little too much, but he can feel himself relaxing as the steamed water hits his skin, washing away the sand, salt, and sweat.

As he washes himself, his mind begins to wander. And as it has for the past four months, it wanders to Emma. God, he misses her. He got so used to talking to her through a phone for nearly three months that he foolishly thought when she left that he’d be able to go back to that without too much issue. But that hasn’t happened in the slightest. There’s nothing that compares to seeing the way her mouth gapes open and her eyes crinkle when she laughs and watching how animated she gets when telling a story or eating dinner after not having eaten in hours. And there’s definitely nothing that compares to the softness of her lips or the feel of her skin moving against him.

It’s that thought that has his cock twitching to attention under the spray of the water, and he knows that he either has to take a cold shower or take care of this problem before Elsa comes over. They may be close, but his sister-in-law doesn’t need to see him with a constant bulge in his pants while he suffers through blue balls. So he takes himself in hand while thinking of his love, wishing it were her here in the shower with him, no matter how uncomfortable or unfortunately slippery that may be. It doesn’t take long, his body more keyed up than he thought, and as the pressure builds at the base of his spine, he attempts to block everything out but Emma and his memories of their one night together, coming on a stuttered gasp that makes his legs shaky and uneven in a way that his work out didn’t.

After he’s cleaned himself up from all of his morning’s activities, slathering himself down with body wash, he gets out of the shower and dresses in sweatpants and a t-shirt, not bothering when all he’s got to do today is meet Elsa here and then go to set tonight for filming. They’re so close to the finish line, only three more weeks, and as amazing as this project has been, he’s nearly ready for it to be over so he can take a break from working until promotions for the show to begin and before he has to start seriously looking for a new project. He has a few feelers out, knowing he can never really stop and that he never really wants to stop, but he thinks he may need a bit of a break.

He can also go see Emma when it’s over, and if anything, that’s making it seem like filming is lasting an eternity and some. How something lasts more than an eternity, he doesn’t know, but he’s apparently going to find out.

When he makes it downstairs, his phone buzzes from where he left it on the coffee table in the living room, so he grabs it and flops down on the couch, letting his muscles relax from all of their exertion. Yeah, he’s definitely already feeling it. Work is going to be bloody torture tonight.

Emma: Update. I still have hands, and I only have 18 boxes of files to go!

Emma: My job is really fun sometimes.

Emma: And I’m totally treating myself to a giant milkshake after the gym today. So wrong and yet so right.

He chuckles under his breath, smiling at her messages and thinking about how good a milkshake would taste right now, strawberry topped with whipped cream and maraschino cherries. Yeah, he definitely isn’t supposed to eat something like that, but maybe he’ll get one at the end of the week too.

Killian: Do your milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard?

Emma: Damn right. It’s better than yours.

Killian: Don’t I know it?

Emma: Now I want the milkshake even more.

Emma: The literal milkshake. Not whatever euphemism that song is about.

He hears his garage door opening as he’s texting back, and in his distraction, he puts his phone back down on the coffee table, hoping up and going to meet Elsa at the door. When he opens his side door, he sees her getting Aiden out of his car seat, and a smile breaks out across his face seeing his nephew when he assumed Elsa was coming alone.

“Hey, love,” he greets Elsa, stepping down into the garage and kissing her cheek before doing the same to Aiden. “And hey, my bud,” he whispers, realizing he’s asleep. “I didn’t know you were bringing him today.”

“Liam’s at the office,” Elsa explains, handing a snoozing Aiden to Killian, the baby snuggling under Killian’s chin while he supports him and Elsa gets her purse and diaper bag out of her SUV, “and I figured you wouldn’t mind. He’ll probably sleep for the next hour. Car rides do that to him.”

“I used to be the same way. That’s what mum always said from what I can remember.”

“Well, Aiden does favor you more than Liam, so we’re going to get in trouble if the similarities keep going.”

Elsa pats him on the shoulder before stepping inside, a smirk on her face. The woman jokes in the same way that his brother does, and he’s glad they have that with each other, even if they are both a little suggestive sometimes. Not that he can claim any differently. He’s likely worse than the two of them combined.

He follows Elsa inside, closing the door softly so as not to wake Aiden, and finds her already in the kitchen taking food out of his refrigerator and grabbing mixing bowls from their cabinets.

“What are you doing, lass?”

“Making fajitas. I saw that you had the stuff, I want them, and they’re easy enough.”

“We can just order in, El. You don’t have to make something.”

“I want fajitas, and we’re having fajitas while I talk to you about your brother because this is getting ridiculous. So will you please go put Aiden down in his crib upstairs? And don’t forget the baby monitor.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” he laughs, heading toward the staircase and carefully walking to Aiden’s room, placing him in the crib and switching the monitor on before grabbing the corresponding device, heading back downstairs for what he’s sure will be an entirely unpleasant conversation no matter how soothing Elsa’s voice can be.

Elsa’s already got chicken on his stove, the sizzling meat heating up as he grabs them both glasses of water, cutting up the rest of the lemon Elsa was using and squeezing it into their glasses before propping himself up on the counter and waiting with an anxious knot in his stomach for Elsa to speak.

“So my husband was an asshole to you and your girlfriend.”

“That is an accurate statement.”

Elsa looks at him and rolls her eyes before focusing back on the stove. “Killian, Liam was wrong. I’ve only gotten his side of the story but even from what he’s said, I know he’s the one who messed up.”

“That is also an accurate statement.”

“Killian,” she admonishes, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at him, “seriously. I know you’re pissed. You deserve to be pissed, but you can’t stay mad at Liam forever.”

“He fucking came into my house and threatened to call the police on my girlfriend, El. And then he acted all high and mighty, telling me that he knew best and that being with Emma isn’t a good idea. How the hell would he know what’s best for me?”

Fire burns in his belly as that morning comes back into his mind. It’s never really gone away, but standing here in the same place that he and Liam fought, flashes of words said and the arrogant look on Liam’s face come back to him. And then he remembers how despondent Emma looked, and how fucking pissed he is at his brother even if Emma and Elsa are trying to convince him to forgive Liam.

“It was a misunderstanding. He thought Emma was a fan who’d broken into your house. And I know he should have realized his mistake once you came down and explained everything, but can’t you understand where he was coming from?”

He huffs, putting his water down and crossing his arms over his chest. “I know he’s your husband and all, but I feel like you could try to see my side a little bit.”

“I do see your side, Killian. I’m trying to let you see his. Milah took advantage of you and destroyed you. You were barely yourself after her. You’ve had other women all take advantage of you and use you by saying they weren’t and weaseling their way into your life when really they were using you the entire time. You’re so trusting, Killian, and Liam and I don’t want you to get hurt like that again. He was trying to protect you.”

“But he doesn’t know Emma, and he shouldn’t be talking to anyone like that.” He runs his hand through his hair, making it stand up as it dries from his shower. He knows Elsa’s right, but it doesn’t excuse what Liam did. He should be the one to be here explaining things. He knows that he told Liam not to talk to him until he was ready, but Liam usually does what he wants. He’s surprised Liam hasn’t barged into his house again and forced him to listen. “Do you know how badly he almost screwed things up for us? Emma has been burned by people before, badly El, and we had just gotten together. The fact that she didn’t break up with me that morning still surprises me. Hell, if I were her, I would have gotten on that plane and never looked back. She might still do that.”

Elsa turns off the stove and scrapes the chicken and vegetables into a bowl before coming over and standing next to him, looking up at him with her kind blue eyes and a genuine, soft smile that he’s come to associate with her. “Hey,” she soothes, placing her hand on his shoulder and squeezing, “you’re selling yourself short. If Emma is as wonderful as you think she is, she’s not going to give up on you. You’re sure about this one, aren’t you?”

“God help me, but I am. I love her, El,” he quietly admits, closing his eyes and trying to contain all of the emotions threatening to spill out of his eyes. “I’ve got no clue when or how this happened because she’sso not there yet, but I love her so damn much.”

“Then it’s going to be okay. Things between you and her are going to be okay. I think things between you and Liam will be okay when you’re ready for it. He’s waiting on you, surprisingly enough. I love him, but all of his huffing around the house is damn annoying. So feel free to yell at him for what he did sometimes soon.” Elsa squeezes his shoulder again before clapping her hands together. “Life has a funny way of working itself out. Now let’s eat and you can tell me all about this girl of yours since she apparently lives across the country, and I can’t go meet her.”

Elsa and Aiden leave when he goes to set, pulling out of the driveway at the same time that he does. He feels infinitely better about everything after talking to Elsa. She really is like a sister to him, maybe a bit like a mother, and as annoyed with his brother as he still is (even if it’s significantly less annoyed than he was a few hours ago), he knows that Liam deserves to have a partner as wonderful as Elsa to ground him and be there for him. He and Liam have been through a hell of a lot in life, but so far, they’ve always come out better on the other side.

He still feels like yelling at the wanker, but he knows he’s not going to be pissed at him forever.

He finishes filming the second to last episode of Highland Waters Monday morning around three, and as thrilled as he is to be close to finished with filming, he’s mostly thankful that they get a day and a half off. All he wants to do is sleep and stay burrowed away in his bedroom for thirty-six hours without any interruptions, but knowing his life, it’s not going to happen, especially since Robin and Will are coming over to watch the United match tomorrow afternoon.

Why the hell did he agree to that?

“Because you need to spend time with your bloody mates,” he murmurs to himself as he walks in his garage door, dropping his keys in their dish and disabling his alarm system. “And now you’re talking to yourself because you’ve gone mad.”

He chuckles under his breath, fully accepting the hysteria and sleep deprived delusion before making his way upstairs and to his bedroom. His legs feel like lead, weighing him down as he walks, and he doesn’t bother changing before plopping down on the mattress and pulling his comforter up over his body while trying to find something to watch on his TV since he’s sure it’ll take him awhile to fall asleep tonight.

His phone buzzes on his lap, and he knows the only person who could possibly be texting at three in the morning is Emma who must be up getting ready to go to work.

Emma: Facetime tonight?

Killian: Yeah. Everything good?

Emma: I’m fine. Just want to see your face.

He snickers to himself before lifting his phone in the air and snapping a picture of himself, the flash makes his eyes squint closed, and when he looks at the picture, he has one eye blown open while the other is entirely closed, the lines around his face prominent as the light washes him out. His hair is another story. He looks ridiculous, but he sends the picture to her anyways.

Emma: Woah, you’re looking nice this morning.

Killian: I prefer devilishly handsome.

Killian: I just got home from work. I haven’t had my beauty sleep yet.

Emma: Well, you need it KJ. It’s rough.

Killian: Minx.

Emma: You know it.

When he opens that text there’s a picture of Emma with half of her hair curled, the other half pinned to the top of her head, and her blouse unbuttoned to show her bra. She’s got a piece of toast in her mouth, and he smiles getting a little bit of a glimpse into her morning routine.

Killian: Are you sure you got your beauty sleep there, Swan?

He waits for his phone to buzz, continuously checking to see if the bubbles showing Emma’s texting back pop up, but they never do. He figures she just got distracted getting ready for work, so he doesn’t think too much about it, tossing his phone onto the mattress and settling himself in to watch Jessica Jones. It’s really a dumb choice for him to watch because he’ll get caught up in it, but as time passes, the fatigue begins to catch up with him and he falls asleep.

He wakes to his doorbell ringing, and as he groggily rolls over and fumbles for his phone. In his dreary state, it takes him a moment to find his security app, but when he does he can very clearly see Liam standing on his front porch and swaying back and forth while he messes with the hem of his t-shirt. Groaning, he throws his covers off of him and stumbles out of bed, nearly tripping on his pants as he makes his way downstairs and to his front door, swinging it open and standing face to face with his brother for the first time in over two weeks.

“You have a key,” he huffs, wiping away at the sleep in his eyes before stepping back and silently telling Liam to come inside.

Liam shrugs, his face completely neutral as he steps inside and closes the door behind him. “Didn’t exactly go well the last time I used it, so I didn’t want to take any chances.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to have to call the police on you for being somewhere where you’re allowed access.” Liam grimaces, the words obviously having their intended effect. If he wanted a better reaction, he shouldn’t have come when Killian was just waking up from getting to sleep. He’s much kinder when he’s slept. “Why are you here, Liam?”

“Can we sit down?”

“Aye.” He walks toward the living room and settles down in his recliner, crossing his arms over his chest and quirking an eyebrow at the way Liam can’t seem to settle on a spot to sit. He finally does, taking the end of the couch furthest away from Killian. “So, why are you here?”

“I’m heading to New York for a conference tonight, and I didn’t want to go while we were still fighting. It’s been two weeks, little brother. It’s time we talk.”

“Younger,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose while trying to calm himself down and prepare himself for this. He calmed about it after Elsa’s visit, but he’s still pissed. “I’m younger, and you know that. But fine. Talk Liam.”

“I fucked up Killian, and I’m sorry.”

“Is that it?”

Letting out his breath, he sighs, running his hand through his hair and causing the curls to stick up on the right side. “I fucked up. I treated you like you were a kid when you’re not, haven’t been in years. I was wrong to treat Emma that way. I was wrong to treat you that way. It’s inexcusable.”

“Well, just…Liam, you can’t do shit like that anymore. I’m not the kid I used to be. I know what I’m doing. I love you so damn much, and I love that you’re trying to protect me – ”

“But?”

“But what happened isn’t okay. I told El this already, but you could have screwed up one of the best things to happen to me before it even really began. Emma isn’t taking advantage of me. She’s not a psycho fan. She’s someone who understands me, which is not something I get a lot.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I obviously wasn’t. I was a right wanker, and I’m really hoping you won’t think that about me forever.”

“Liam, I’m always going to think that about you.”

“Shut it, Killian.”

“No,” he laughs, the tightness in his chest loosening a bit as Liam’s apology begins to sink in, “You fucked up my life for a few days and made my girlfriend nearly end it all, so I fully plan on making you earn your forgiveness.”

“So your girlfriend, huh? That’s official now?”

God, he can’t believe how quickly the conversation changed, the emotional charge changing into brotherly teasing, but that’s always been how the two of them are. They say what they need to say, see if they can accept it, and then try to move on.

“Well, I believe we decided to call each other lovers, but yes.”

Liam groans and his face scrunches up in disgust that causes Killian to chuckle. “Should I even ask?”

“Probably better if you didn’t. Wouldn’t want you choking on your own saliva.”

Liam laughs a bit, closing his eyes and shaking his head back and forth in amusement. His shoulders are less tense than when he walked in, and Killian notices that his are too. “So are we good, Killian? Do you need to punch me? Knock out my teeth? Tell me to fuck off about ten more times? I’m willing to suffer through all of it.”

“We’re good,” he promises, really and truly meaning it. He had begun to forgive Liam before he even showed up today, but hearing the words solidifies it for him. “But if you ever do something like that again, it’s not going to be this simple, Liam. And if Emma ever comes back here, you owe her one hell of an apology after she tells you to fuck off ten times and possibly knocks out your teeth. She deserves at least that.”

“Aye, I know. I deserve at least that too.”

“Great,” Killian sighs, rubbing his hands up and down his face. “When’s your flight? Do you need a ride to the airport?”

“In three hours, and I’ve got my car.”

“Cutting it kind of close there. What would have happened if I hadn’t been the best man in the world and forgiven you so easily?”

“I’d have missed the bloody flight until you did.”

Liam leaves after they talk a bit more, the normalcy of their relationship returning and causing him to feel much better about everything. He knows that forgiveness doesn’t happen in a day and there will be times when their relationship is stilted, but that’s the thing with his family. He’s only got Liam. He’s always had Liam. Through the years they’ve gotten into more arguments than he can count, but at the end of the day they have each other’s backs despite the fact that they can both royally fuck things up.

He wants to fall back asleep now that he has the house to himself, but he finds himself full of energy. So he fixes himself a cup of coffee, waking his body up more, before deciding to clean the house. It’s been a long time since he deep cleaned everything. He’s usually tidy, his house never really a mess, but he needs to clean the bathrooms and wipe down his kitchen counters. He should probably change all of the sheets in the bedrooms too.

So that’s exactly what he does, turning on the speaker system in his house and blaring music while cleaning absolutely everything that he can. He’s covered in sweat and his back hurts by the time he’s halfway finished that evening, and he’s determined to power through the master bath. That’s when his phone rings and he remembers Emma and her request to facetime.

He scrambles to his phone, missing her first call, so he plops down on his sheet free bed and calls her back, the screen showing his face until she picks up. She looks…exhausted. Her hair is pushed back into a bun, tendrils falling from where she’s probably scratched at her scalp all day, and she’s removed her makeup. He wouldn’t usually notice, but she has a black streak across her eyebrow where she very obviously wiped her mascara off and accidentally marked through her brow.

“Hey, love,” he smiles, pushing some of his hair to the side in an attempt to make himself not so…disheveled. He’s been disinfecting the house, but really, he needs a shower to make himself clean. “How was your day?”

Emma huffs and rolls her eyes in what he’s decided is her signature move when annoyed, so it obviously wasn’t good. “In a word, awful. You?”

“I talked to Liam today, sorted through our whole mess, and he’s very graciously agreed to let you knock his teeth out and tell him to fuck off next time you’re here.”

Her lips twitch the slightest bit, like she wants to smile but can’t. “That’s so good, KJ. I’m happy for you.”

Her voice isn’t…it’s not Emma.

“Emma, what’s going on with you?

Her lips go from twitching to quivering, and she wipes at the tears slowly spilling from her eyes. His heart plummets at the sight even if he knows that’s physically impossible, and he’d give anything to not be three thousand miles away from Boston. But he is, and there’s nothing he can do to change that right now.

Emma has said time and time again that she’s not a crier, so seeing her break down like this concerns him on more levels than one.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, whispering into the phone in the most soothing voice he can muster while he watches her sniffle on the other end of the line, “Emma darling, it’s fine. You’re fine. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It w-was…it was just a bad day. It’s stupid.”

“Never, Swan.”

She laughs, but it’s a watery chuckle that gets caught in her throat and somehow manages to travel to Santa Monica and land in his stomach.

“I miss you,” she sighs, looking into the camera with bright green eyes and wet lashes.

“Now, love, how could you missing me ever be stupid?”

“Because I’ve only ever seen you in person twice. Shouldn’t there be some kind of rule about that? You can’t miss someone you barely know.”

That stings, but he tries not to grimace or say something harsh in retaliation. He should have figured that Emma being so openly vulnerable would come with complications and hesitation. He just didn’t prepare himself for it. But this is how she deals with things, and letting her do that is something he has to do. He can’t expect her to handle things in the same way he does. They’re different people, and that would be ridiculous.

“Hey,” he soothes instead of saying all of the words piling up in his mind, “we do know each other.”

“But do we? I just…I feel lost today.”

“I know that your favorite color is red, you say your favorite food is grilled cheese but you actually prefer cheeseburgers with no toppings, your favorite movie is the Princess Diaries because you always hoped that you’d find a long lost family, especially one with a grandmother as cool as Julie Andrews. Um, let’s see, let’s see. What else? You wear a size seven shoe, but you go half a size bigger with your heels for swelling. You have trouble sleeping at night if you have coffee past six in the evening. You can sing bloody brilliantly, but you only sing in the shower because you don’t think you’re very good.”

“Killian, those are all – ”

“No, no, darling. Let me finish. I have a lot of stored Emma Swan information up in this brain of mine, and I intend on using it if only to prove a damn point to you.”

She sniffles again before hiccupping, and that’s a little better than before. Especially when she smiles.

“Your feet are ice cold at all times, so that’s why you’re always in socks. You have a dot tattoo on your wrist because you freaked out about the needle, which is one of my favorite things about you. When you get playfully irritated, you scrunch up your nose in the most adorable little position. When you’re actually irritated, your lips form into a straight line and you may as well be able to shoot a laser beam with your eyes. You’ve got a bloody brilliant smile that makes me happy simply looking at it, even happier to be on the receiving end of it. Your kiss usually tastes like a mixture of your peppermint toothpaste and those bloody pop tarts, but sometimes it tastes like peppermint and the hot chocolate you love, with cinnamon of course.”

“Killian,” she pleads, her voice breaking in ways that he didn’t expect it to. He hopes he didn’t take it too far, make her too uncomfortable, but the words spewed off of his tongue without him thinking of more than letting her know that he does know her. “I…thank you. I know it was dumb to suggest we don’t know each other. We’ve talked to each other for, like, five months, but I feel like I’m failing at this. And the long distance doesn’t help. Ruby and Mary Margaret…I, well, I finally opened up to them about everything with us, but today has been so damn hard. I wish you were here.”

“Me too, love.” He softly smiles into the phone while he hears his washing machine ding downstairs, the small tune playing to indicate he needs to move the sheets to the dryer. “I bloody miss you. God, it’s insane how much, but in two weeks I’m coming to Boston, yeah?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just…”

“It’s just what, Swan?”

She sighs, her eyes fluttering closed before opening back up. “So at work I haven’t always been in fundraising and relationships. When I first started, I worked with the kids. I’m not qualified to be a counselor or anything, but I’d talk to them, you know? I know what it’s like to be alone, and I like to think they found comfort in it.”

“They had to have, Emma. It’s so different listening to someone who’s experienced the things you have, who understands.”

“Yeah, but, um, there was this kid a few years ago. Her name was Alex, and I kind of took her under my wing. She was in between foster homes and staying at one of the facilities. The kid was brilliant, could do math like no one I’d ever seen, and we found her a good home. But I just found out she’s been arrested for theft, and the cops ended up finding out she’d been a dealer. That’s at least what David said. So I don’t know. I know a lot of kids fall down those roads because they don’t see any other option, but this one just hit me hard today, or yesterday really because that’s when I found out.”

He sighs, nodding in understanding. Emma’s obviously had a rough few days, and he wishes that he had the words to comfort her. There’s no preparing for things like that, and situations that hit you out of nowhere can often knock the breath out of you. She looks so small, broken, and that’s not Emma. She’s strong in her vulnerability. Not weak in it. Never.

“You’ve got a big heart, Emma Swan. You may not realize it, but you do. You help others every damn day, and while I wish Alex hadn’t gone through all of this, it doesn’t mean you didn’t help. Or that one day her life might turn around.”

“I just wish I could have done more.”

“You did everything you can.”

“How do you know that?”

“Like I said earlier, darling, I know you.”

“Oi, why don’t you have any beer, mate?”

“Because you were supposed to bring it, Will.”

“Bloody hell, no I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, you were, mate,” Robin adds in as he plops down in Killian’s favorite recliner, seemingly not at all bothered with the way he’s taking the spot Killian always sits in. “You bring beer. I bring food. Killian provides the telly because he makes a hell of a lot more money than all of us.”

“You make a portion of what I make, Rob,” he laughs, yanking the blanket off of Robin’s feet and sitting down on the couch with Will, “so I know that you can afford a nice television.”

“Yeah, but then we wouldn’t have an excuse to come over here and bother you.”

“Which isn’t anyway entertaining without beer.”

“Bloody hell, Will,” Killian sighs, throwing his head back against the couch while he finds the United game online, “I have rum, whiskey, wine, tequila. I just don’t have beer, and that is one hundred percent your fault. Just go find something if you can’t watch a noon match sober.”

“Geez,” Will whistles, staring at him with his eyebrows practically in his shaved hairline, “I was messing with you. You okay there, Jones?”

“I’m fine. Honestly.” He shrugs, smiling at his mates before looking back at the TV. “I guess I’m still a bit exhausted. These hours have been killing me, and I was up late last night.”

“Why?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he lies, not wanting to tell them about last night simply because he doesn’t want to share Emma’s private emotions with them. She’s trusting him with so much, and he doesn’t want to be the man who lets her down. He doesn’t want to be like all of the others. “So how badly do you think we’re going to kick Arsenal’s arse? Or do you think we’ll have our arses handed to us?”

“Not a chance.”

“Oh, there’s a little bit of a chance.”

Will eventually settles on a glass of rum, bringing the bottle with him to the living room as well as the bowl of burned popcorn that’s making his entire house smell. Will is a bit of an eclectic taste, the two of them really only friends because of Robin, but his life would be a hell of a lot less entertaining without him.

He’d have more rum, but his life would have one less sarcastic Brit.

There’s only so many of them in Southern California, but he’s obviously hoarding them all to watch football matches with him. United kicks Arsenal’s arse, and his house is likely louder than any in the neighborhood.

“Fucking ref,” Will hollers, getting up from the couch and standing in front of the TV as if the ref will be able to hear him back in England. “You can’t make calls like that.”

“Oi, William, sit down.”

Will shoots Robin a look, his eyes becoming slits while his lips purse. “My name isn’t William, Robin, and I am not Roland. You can’t put me in time out.”

“You’re standing in front of the bloody screen, mate. Even Roland knows not to do that.”

Will huffs before collapsing back against the couch, the pillows falling to the floor as the sofa is knocked back a few inches, and crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s okay,” Killian teases him, reaching over and patting his knee. “Robin tells me what to do all of the time. It’s because he’s so much older than us and thinks he’s a father figure when really he’s just old.”

“I am four years older than you.”

“That’s a lot of years, mate.”

“Just shut up and watch the game.”

Killian snickers at his friends before pulling his phone out of his back pocket. It’s been buzzing for the past few minutes, but he’s been too entertained by his friends to check.

Emma: Do you like baseball or is that too American for you?

Emma: Also, how drunk are you and the guys over this game?

Killian: Will is tipsy. Robin and I are fine. I’ve got work and all. And I love baseball. Why?

Emma: I’d say it’s a surprise, but I’m obviously taking you to a baseball game when you’re here.

Killian: Are you sure we’re going to want to leave the bedroom?

Emma: …

Emma: Calm it down, Casanova. We can knock each other’s socks off and still watch the Sox.

He snorts underneath his breath, somehow amused and aroused at the same time, and when he looks up from his phone, both Will and Robin are staring at him.

“Is that Emma?”

“Dude, you’re blushing.”

“Oi, shut it, Will. And it is. We’re working on plans for when I go to Boston in two weeks.”

“So you’re sexting?”

“Will,” Robin groans, throwing a pillow across the room, “just because you have no filter doesn’t mean Killian doesn’t.”

“What? I’m just curious. I’m the only one who hasn’t met the girl, and I want to meet the woman who makes Killian blush.”

“You will. I promise. We’re going to map out our schedules when I’m there, so she’ll come back here eventually.”

“Sounds serious, mate.”

He shrugs, not really sure how else to answer but with the truth. “It is.”

Killian: I like the way you think, love. I’m all for rounding the bases.

Emma: Impressive double entendre.

Killian: You could say it’s a home run.

Emma: Hitting it out of the ballpark, KJ.

“Yeah,” Will sighs, “you’ve got it bad, dude.”

#betting on the bullseye #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic

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This episode <3 Just some short ramblings now that I’ve finally been able to watch it.

- “Peace of Mind” when like ALL of TFW are having everything BUT peace on their minds. Also, Sam achieving peace of mind but not through his own means by healthy processing but through repression, erasing his experience of who he is and what happened to him (the latest being his role as a hunter and him loosing all those that were under him, those he was supposed to protect and care about) - When I first saw that Milkshake promo pic my first thought was “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard’ and I was right, xD lol - Love Dean’s unease around snakes, even that cute one - The sign that says Where everyone is happy, always a bad sign - When that guy’s head exploded, I dk why, but that was really gross - Jack wearing a black jacket and cuddling a snake = bad - Dean points out that they both feel like crap (Sam and Jack) yea - Sam’s trauma about the dead hunters is addressed right now and we see that it’s affecting him. Cas and Dean know it’s affecting him - Lol at Cas and what he finds soothing at night xD - “Maybe they’re Mormons”... Lol - Dean, bacon is not the answer to everything - Love Dean’s fear of snakes, lol - The snake not eating is bad, a sign that something is wrong - “Morals, you gotta have morals, you know” In the sassiest voice ever and the lady is looking ONLY at Cas, and the partner call and Cas not being affected by the mayors spell certainly implies OTHERNESS. Not only that he is an angel but a subtextual nod to queerness and how queer peeps have been viewed (and still are with some), that they are other, have bad or wrong morals and that they don’t fit into this picture-perfect town that - Sam don’t drink that coffee >.> - Oh, Dean. Like the choice of angel food cake, or devil food cake will indicate anything of how Jack’s state of mind (or soul) is. Bless you. - How Cas rolls his eyes when she says “the very tall fella” lol Tired feed up Cas is my fave. And how he reacts when he sees Sam, xD - Jared was so good in this episode. lol. - “Oh you, oh you.” Cas: “Oh no” - Dean, whenever he is around that snake, is hilarious - That Book of Life behind Jack... - That speech to Don, that maybe he does feel like nothing, just that he doesn't recognize that feeling... ugh. - “I suppose the first question we should ask ourselves is what is a soul and Dean rolls his eyes, lol - “Tell me or I’ll rip it from your mind.” And Cas eye’s goes all glowey! <3 - Her name is Sunny, but ain’t no sunshine in her life anymore...but she is also the sun at the end, doing the right choice - The Cas and Sam fight scene “ I won’t hurt you Sam” and how they fight and Sam takes the blade and tries to kill Cas. And Cas talking to Sam while he tries not to get stabbed about how he knows what it’s like to fail as a leader and that Cas knows Sam wants to be happy. If he loses he fails all those he lost, and he fails Jack and Dean. (those he loves) and this whole scene screamed that s10 scene with Dean and Cas fighting on the floor when Dean had the MoC! <3 -“God has a beard”, -Cas. Lol - Cas telling his husband Dean what happened to Sam immediately with the cardigan and wife. Lol. “Sam and Dean would help you so I’ll help you. I’ll help you see your friend again. In Heaven.” Oh, Jack, this is NOT the way to help, lol.

#14x15 #peace of mind #14x15 spoilers #ramblings

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louisquinnzel · 6 years

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hi lovely! how are you? so i trust your tastes with my life (bc 1d and pmore, but also bc I discovered my fav fic ever thanks to you) so do you have any Larry fic recs that you haven’t put on your blog?? Or just fanfics I should definitely read??? thanks again and have a good day!!

here’s a few , i’ve read more than 5 times maybe lol

Time Out by Speechless | WIP | (4/5)

Harry and Louis are perfect for each other.Everybody knows it.They know it, their friends know it, everybody knows it.That’s why Zayn, Liam and Niall won’t let them get away with breaking up.No chance in hell.

Gentle Autumn Rain by alex4968 | COMPLETE | (3/3)

Louis Tomlinson moved to London with a big heart and a big dream. Harry Styles moved to London, fresh out of the police academy, with the hopes of helping as many people as he could in his eyes. When a deranged alpha forces their paths to cross, their ideas of what is meant to be will never be the same.

Mark my word (we gon’ be alright) by harioandlouigi| COMPLETE | (1/1)

Or, an A/B/O AU featuring an oblivious Harry as the pack leader, a pining Louis as his second-in-command, and an entourage of friends and family who are a little too good at keeping their mouths shut.

feeling it out by delsicle| WIP | (3/?)| TWINS AU WITH NO INCEST 10/10!!

Harry has been hopelessly in love with his twin brother’s omega for five years. And then the war comes.

I Didn’t Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) by allwaswell16| COMPLETE | (3/3)

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him–and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and…

Oops, Baby, I Love You (In That Order) by FallingLikeThis for dimpled_haloCOMPLETE | (1/1)

The minute Louis Tomlinson decides he don’t need no man to start a family, Harry Styles literally falls into his arms.The Backup Plan Au (ABSOLUTELY ONE OF MY FAAVES SINCE IM SUPER FAN OF JLO MOVIES)

Roses in the Rain by theweightofmywords| COMPLETE | (1/1)

Louis had his six siblings and his old house with its falling-apart porch to take care of. This town was where people still approached him, 8 years after high school graduation, to tell him that they loved him as Danny in Grease. This town was where he had his pick of suitors, where he had his first kiss, where he took his first steps, where his mama lived, died, and was buried, and he couldn’t leave just to follow some man that he loved.

Milkshake by Speechless| COMPLETE | (2/2) | WARNING: PAST UNDERAGE RELATIONSHIP

He’s been saying it for years.

He doesn’t care that it makes Liam roll his eyes and Zayn sigh and Niall crack up. Lots of things he does get that kind of reaction from the boys anyway.Louis won’t stop saying it, ‘cause it’s true.His milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard.It’s a fact.

#also what's the fic you discovered because of me ???#I PLAN TO MAKE EDITS FOR ALL !! I MJUST SUPER LAZY #note that many of them might not be someones cup of tea #since i included some abo ..mpreg..#askbox

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axelsandwich · 7 years

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yuzuru hanyu: an exhaustive introduction

YUZURU HANYU IN 8 SECONDS: A SUMMARY

the weird goat noise crying at the end is yuzu himself basically going ‘nooo no way, no I don’t want this, that was scary, so scaryyy’

THIS IS ALSO YUZURU HANYU IN 13 SECONDS

YUZURU HANYU JUST BEING HIMSELF (PART 2)

choose your fighter

he’s happy a lot

basically the embodiment of the n__n emoji

and cute

the cutest

ever

loves nature on the rare occasions he goes outside

hitting his coach with a fan

scaring his other coach and then running away

adorable w kids

loves teaching

but also falls down a lot. very cutely.

sometimes in a stupidly beautiful way

factual info you could probably Wikipedia but are too lazy to do so: Yuzuru Hanyu is a Japanese figure skater from Sendai, born 7 December 1994 who competes in the men's singles discipline.

PSA: YUZURU HANYU IS NOT THE MODEL FOR KATSUKI YUURI FROM YURI ON ICE (yuuri katsuki is canonically based on tatsuki machida thank u)

japanese media (esp in sendai) basically filmed him growing up and called him a young prodigy so we’re lucky to get footage of chipmunk-cheeked yuzu with his (flying) mushroom hair

look at this tiny bean

he was interviewed in ice rink sendai with japan’s other figure skating gold medallist shizuka arakawa. to quote, when asked “can you become a gold medallist too?”, he said “probably”. and then he went and did exactly that.

he would get into fights with his rinkmates, used to ball up skate rink magazine flyers to hit like a baseball and basically had a 5min attention span after which he would get bored

he also remained top 5 in his class academically while competing internationally during high school and does online education at waseda university, which is one of the most prestigious universities in Japan (this kid was away the day God handed out laziness and procrastination I s2g)

he’s studying Human Informatics and Cognitive Sciences (ie. basically a massive maths nerd)

my favourite in-depth and extended interviews with yuzu are his press conferences with the foreign correspondents club in japan, he really lets his intelligence and thoughtfulness shine here in particular:

2014 post-sochi olympics

2018 post-pyeongchang olympics

2018 post-pyeongchang olympics (japanese media)

memelord mc memeface (no, I am serious)

literally can’t control his face

I could go on.........

for a long time

(this is my fave)

the duality of man

10 expressions for the price of one

‘yuzuru will also respond in english’

yuzuru was a victim of the 2011 Japanese earthquake and tsunami and lived in an emergency shelter with his family for about a week. spent the summer afterwards skating 60 different ice shows to raise money for the victims. he lost his home rink because of the earthquake and so would go to the show rinks early to practice ):

it’s heartbreaking that he’s still very affected by the memories. he’s said he doesn’t take anything for granted and is always grateful to have a rink to skate on, and the impact he had on the survivors had a profound effect on his skating

he mentioned it in his post olympics interview

if you feel like crying really really hard today, watch yuzuru visiting sendai’s disaster affected areas and where he stayed initially in the days after the disaster

he donated all his olympic winnings to helping tohoku recover

the only regular TV appearance he does every year is 24hr TV which is a charity marathon to raise money for various causes, especially for areas affected by natural disaster

“If it is because I visited them that those who suffered from the disaster can forget about their hardships for even just a moment, to me that would be something very meaningful. Therefore, at that moment, I thought that I wanted to get another Gold medal at the next Olympics.”

the reason why he’s going for another olympic medal. cry with us

gets on with nobunari oda like a house on fire and carries out shenanigans whenever they meet

nobu and ex-tennis player matsuoka shuzo have been his most zealous and purest hype men since he was sixteen, it’s the cutest thing in the world, they’re regularly worried about him, stunned by him and moved to tears by his performances

here they are reacting to his olympics programs

here’s yuzu thanking shuzo for his support by putting his gold medal around shuzo-san’s neck

has the cutest bromance ever with training mate javier fernandez (eg. when he cried bc he didn’t win but was also super happy for javi, and when he watched javi’s free skate)

gives the best hugs to javi

iconic(TM)

just before the Olympic medal ceremony, yuzuru cried after javi told him this would be his last olympics and saying ‘no I can’t do it without you’ wow I didn’t need my heart or anything today

has the cutest interactions with all skaters including his direct competitors

here’s boyang jin giggling about how he got a hug from ‘the guy who likes Pooh’

nathan chen commenting on yuzu & both of them complimenting each other

dodges media attempts to pit him against shoma uno as bitter rivals bc they are NOT ABOUT THAT LIFE

olympic gold medallist checking to make sure the olympic silver medallist has his jacket on straight and teaching shoma to wave bc he is actually just a mother

the only person who has the ability to make him lose focus: his forever-idol evgeni plushenko (now in motion)

probably the only asian boy who willingly opted for a bowl cut

who he shamelessly cheers on during ice shows

literally not capable of not being extra as fuck

here’s his pre-competition rituals aka. lipsyncing silently at a wall

he does it a lot

where every other male skater is in sensible shirts and pants, you will find yuzu standing there BEDECKED IN SEQUINS AND FEATHERS

he don’t give a fuck about your gender norms

and looks excellent while doing so

here he is, single-handedly destroying toxic masculinity

here he is just generally being Extra, with the rest of the men, bullying junhwan, bullying boyang... speed skating

tbh his milkshake seems to bring all the boys to the yard...seriously. and obviously most of the girls...

famous for his death glare murder face of hyper-competitive intensity

scariest thing is how quickly he can switch it on

there’s literally a collection of photos of yuzu - from when he was a bb to presently - eyeing the gold medal from another podium position like ‘my precious will be mine soon’ (here’s another one)

but also for being the sweetest kid ever

he is truly SUPER polite wherever he goes

hugging his competitors at the 2018 pyeongchang olympics

staying behind to answer all questions from media at the competition

CRAWLING ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES behind competitor shoma uno so he doesn’t get in the background of shoma’s interview

mr worldwide (he thanked reporters at the Olympics in five languages)

watch him say thank you in korean

JP TV basically had entire TV segments where they were like ‘OBSERVE HIS GOD-LIKE BEHAVIOUR’. It continues to this day

there’s literally a shrine with kanji similar to his name and fans pray for him there

he has three dedicated shrines that his fans make pilgrimmages to - yuzuruha and the two seimei shrines.

oda nobunari visited one and basically all the ema wishes were for him (yuzuru himself also visited the shrine to pray as well)

helping people repair the rink after competitions

single-handedly keeping the winnie the pooh soft toy industry alive.

Disney-senpai finally noticed him in 2018

he donates all the toys he gets to local orphanages and charities

gives his fans regular heart attacks

watch him save jumps that shouldn’t have been physically possible

changing program halfway through when he failed a jump to accommodate #emergencyquad and #yolotripleaxel

casually breaks world records because he was annoyed with himself

casual jump combinations during practices

casually says shit like wanting to jump hithero impossible jumps

jumped new quad when pissed off at the world team trophy It is REALLY IMPORTANT to know that the main reason for fan heart attacks is because he’s dealt with a distressing number of injuries, illnesses and misfortunes in his skating life but has somehow managed to come back and succeed in spite of them

a really scary accident that happened at cup of china 2014 and he decided to skate anyway because he wanted to qualify for the Grand Prix Final (which he then went on to win) and he really should not have been allowed to but he.......did that > <;

he then came back a month later to win the Grand Prix Final for the 2nd year in a row

he then had abdominal pain and surgery right after winning Japanese Nationals in 2014

and after spending a month recuperating, still managed to win a silver medal at worlds 2014

this is why we don’t talk about boston

important to note he skated his iconic chopin/seimei 2015 grand prix final programs WITH THAT INJURY

but then he came back and won the world championships in Helsinki in 2017

he missed almost the entire 2017-2018 olympic season he severely injured his ankle while practising the 4Lz in practice at the NHK Trophy, while recovering from a fever

is making his comeback from injury either at the pyeongchang team event or potentially yolo-ing it and going just for the individual event, we have no idea, we just know heart attacks are imminent

update: he skipped the team event and made his COMEBACK SKATE FROM INJURY after 3 months of no competitions and 1 month of prep at the individual mens event of the pyeongchang olympics.... AND FRIKKIN WON HIS SECOND OLYMPIC GOLD

he then...injured himself again for the 2018-19 season, went out and skated anyway, won the event and showed up to the victory ceremony on crutches. he made a comeback at the world championships 2019 on painkillers yet again and still managed to get a silver medal

is proficient at disappearing like a ninja and subjecting his fans to radio silence for months on end, usually bc he injured himself ))):

so his fans made him a banner

(he has some ridiculously talented fans tbh)

a helpful guide to stanning yuzu (warning: you may feel Attacked)

did I mention he happens to be pretty good at figure skating?

he’s broken the world record 16 times and counting (the video is his reaction to the first 11 (most of them are his own records)

he’s the first man in 66yrs since Dick Button to win back-to-back Olympic gold medals in mens figure skating (sochi 2014 and pyeongchang 2018)

I cannot emphasise HOW FRIKKIN #YOLO HIS 2018 OLYMPIC SEASON WAS. this was the medal he wanted his ENTIRE LIFE, which he had literally planned since he was a novice skater and had seriously begun planning since right after he won the gold in Sochi. this plan had to be adjusted due to the truly distressing number of injuries, illnesses and misfortunes he sustained during the last quad (his Olympic athlete profile has PARAGRAPHS dedicated to all his injuries - and note these are only the post-2014 ones). but yuzuru started the 2017-18 olympic season with a plan to basically break all 3 of his WRs at the olympics by recycling his Chopin and Seimei programs but upgrading the layout and introducing a new quad - the 4Lz - which he had been preparing for years. and then this plan was, once again, thrown out the window when he sustained the injury in NHK in early November, which was much more severe than he first thought. he sat out of competition for 3mths despite hoping to return first at Japanese Nationals and then to the Pyeongchang team event, but pulled out of both as well. yuzuru made his comeback from injury debut at the individual men’s event, aka. the BIG DEAL, after marching into the airport like a BOSS. we were told he had only recovered his triple axel 3 weeks ago and his quads 2 weeks ago, but post-Olympics, he’s slowly revealing that it was even more dire than that. he skated the entire Olympics on painkillers that were not working 100% which meant every jump landing hurt. and he. frikkin. WON. by doing this. and this. (it was also the 1000th medal in Winter Olympics history because destiny rewards those who are Most Extra)

seimei is arguably one of the greatest masterpieces of skating programs and yuzuru was involved in every step of putting it together

his iconic moves ; _ ;

edges, have you seen anything more ridiculous

romeo and juliet 1.0 at worlds, less than 1yr after the tsunami disaster and really launched him onto the international stage

sochi olympic short program (the thing that won him the gold lbr)

sub point: his reaction to gold

sub point: his reactions to BOTH HIS GOLD MEDALS

chopin and seimei at Grand Prix Finals 2015/16

WR for highest short program and total program score and he’s gonna bring them both back and try to surpass them for the Olympic season because he wasn’t already under enough pressure.........

hope and legacy FS at Worlds 2016/17 where he came back from 5th place in the short program to win the free and break his own world record yet again (annotated version)

broke his 12th WR in the first event of the 2017-2018 Olympic season at the ACI Challenger event with a sore knee and downgraded jump layout

hilariously, his coach brian orser was - uncharacteristically - warning everyone that his first skates of the season are like ‘first pancakes’ and to not expect too much from him before the SP

his fans, needless to say, were amused

he did go ahead and die in the free skate the following day though, and finished with his obligatory Canadian silver

Jumped and landed his first 4Lz in competition at the Rostelecom Cup 2017 (watch it clean - it’s a THING OF BEAUTY) and now has landed 4 types of quads in competition (4T, 4S, 4Lo and 4Lz). Has now said that being the first person ever to land the 4A - his childhood dream - is one of his key motivations.

just go watch all his programs lol

has a majestic jump face. it’s art. literally.

seemingly endless appetite for getting better and continually challenging himself

his favourite word: kuyashii (ie. frustrated)

one of my favourite interviews of him ever was right after his broke all 3 world records and went over 200 and 300 for the FS and total competition score for the first time at NHK 2015. “[On losing to Patrick Chan at Skate Canada & the fact he was practising during gala rehearsal where everyone else was chilling] I thought I want to improve, even here right now. Patrick was nearby and it was a really good motivation. It’s like, ‘Watch me.' I will definitely practise all kinds of jumps and I will grow for sure. I will win the next time for sure, I have been practising with that in mind.” Then 3 weeks later, at NHK Trophy, he had a different lay-out. Yuzu: This is not related to Patrick anymore. I was really fired up this time. Boyang Jin got 95 points in SP, right? When I saw that score, I thought, wow NO MISTAKES!! He gave the best of his abilities! OH YES!!!! Matsu: You didn’t think OH NO!!! You thought OH YES???? Yuzu: I thought “It’s here!!!" Since I was a child, I have never liked winning a competition when others made mistakes. Everyone skates to their best, but I still come first, above all. That is what I like. I like pushing myself to the edge—.” (translation cr: yuzusorbet) says volumes about his competitive mentality.

this is also iconic AF. ‘In your mind, what do you mean by wanting to win with a commanding lead?’ yuzuru (no hesitation and immediately): after everyone goes clean, I go clean and win. (matsuoka shuzo’s face is a MOOD)

oh, also he’s had asthma since he was two

he talks about it here

it was referenced in a movie

he got an asthma attack 2wks before the World Championships in Helsinki 2017 and still went out and Did That

the new york times did a long feature on him and it’s mostly a pretty comprehensive article if you want an overview

has remained at number one in the world standings for the entire olympic cycle since 2013 despite aforementioned heart-attack-inducing injuries and illnesses

sucks at finding suits that fit him. because he needs one imperfection

questionable fashion sense in general (generally remains stuck at ‘japanese teenage boy circa 2005′)

he wears toe socks and has been seen wearing crocs once, ho n e st l y

Good Guy Yuzuru: doesn’t wear fitted suits often because he knows it’ll kill his fans and/or will only do so if he gets paid for it tbh

unless he’s wearing under armour

he can keep wearing under armour

seriously, why isn’t he being sponsored by under armour

why

really obsessed with earphones and has like 50 pairs, many of which are custom-made and cost over $1000. he gets really excited about sound quality & bonds with sound technicians over their headphones. basically it’s the only thing he talks about when interviewers want to know what he likes to do in his spare time

that and play games in his room by himself

he’s hyper-competitive about games too

is this a surprise at this point

he’s basically a shut in when he’s not on the ice rink, in competition or at an ice show. he is not v exciting

he got really obsessed with kendama and now has like 8 of them

can’t dance but has no shame (yeah) (YEAH. you’ve been warned). werq it boi

made his japanese film debut in a bald cap, playing the young lord of Sendai which he SORT OF BASICALLY IS

get you a man that loves you like the entire city of Sendai loves yuzuru

their cheer video for sochi and pyeongchang

as of originally writing this intro post - part of the top six men in figure skating right now. probably possesses the Most Lack of Chill, being world champion, olympic champion and holder of all 3 figure skating records. we’re all drinking heavily this olympic season, not in the least because Olympic season has been a Pretty Big Disaster So Far

BUT HE WON THE GOLD MEDAL AND THE MENS EVENT WAS - FOR THE MOST PART - PRETTY DAMN BRILLIANT, especially given all the disasters that happened this season.......so I recommend watching it all. ; __ ;

alas Patrick Chan and Javier Fernandez have now retired ;;

he’s also b e a u t i f u l

um excuse me, rude

VERY RUDE

apparently not interested in sex appeal.........

‘acting’

want to research more?

here’s a recommended watchpost

a compilation of interesting interviews by tsukihoshi14

gif cr: balladestorm

in conclusion, thank you for reading and I hope you know more about this special, brilliant boy ( :

#yuzuru hanyu #hanyu yuzuru #figure skating #figure skate #yuri on ice #pimp post #I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR 6MTHS I S2G #do people even do pimp posts anymore #anyway this is for anyone who hasn't fallen into the sinkhole that is yuzu's existence #maaaybe I will do some for other skaters #i contemplated making this a powerpoint slide meme #but then there was too much to link #so you get a HUGE FUCKING LINKS MASTERPOST INSTEAD #((if i've missed anything pls message me))#in celebration of fucking AUTUMN CLASSIC STARTING THIS WEEK AD:HS:FKJSA:

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eriquebittle · 7 years

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You should do holsom for that 31 questions thing like do all of them

here we fucking go,

1. Who in your OTP is the serial butt-slapper and who is constantly getting their beautiful butt slapped?

theyre equal opportunity bros...if ur bf gets a killer shot at beer pong or aces his chem exam you have to slap his butt it's the Bro Code

2. Who wants to be immortal and who wants to die before they’re old?

they had a conversation about this at 2am and they both decided that they would pick the same option ("i never wanna live without you bro" "BRO") however, holster has tried to get his poptart out of the toaster with a fork three different times so dying young seems likely

3. Who smokes and who pulls the cigarette from between their lips every time they try to light one?

i mean they're college athletes so neither of them smoke but i bet holster tried it once freshman year and ransom had to run back to his dorm to find his inhaler

4. Who always has cold hands and who is always warming them up for them?

ransom's hands are freezing and holster breathes on em and gives them kisses 2 keep them warm

5. Who plays candy crush in important meetings and who elbows them in the ribs to make them pay attention?

when they have a lecture together they just snapchat each other uglie badly-angled selfies

6. Who can fall asleep anywhere (and does) and who has to put them to bed?

ransom is forced to survive on three hours of sleep during finals so he passes out mid-conversation and holster sets an alarm and rolls him into bed so they can nap together

7. Who is the genius procrastinator who wings every test but still comes away with straight As, and who takes preparation and conscientious work very seriously?

justin "4.0 but never goes to class" oluransi, a beautiful coral reef, is a strange combination of both, holster has seen his textbooks maybe twice this semester and manages B's

8. Who takes their coffee black and who likes it with milk and two sugars, getting called a pussy by Person A?

ransom gets his with like six sugars and holster has been drinking black coffee since he was 6

9. Who initially seems shady but turns out to be a cinnamon bun, and who initially seems like a cinnamon bun but turns out to be shady?

not so much "shady" as douchey? initally they come off looking like the "you kno i had to do it to em" guy but theyre just two Bros....in love....who don't know how to be quiet in the library

10. Who moans and talks with their mouth full whenever they eat good food, and who tells them to stfu but can’t help laughing?

do i even need 2 say it,

11.Who gives the bear hugs and who is always sidling up to them and snaking their arms around their waist?

ransom gives the Best Hugs and holster is a fucking giant who loves sneaking up behind his bf and resting his head on his shoulder and giving him. a smooch

12. Who still buys juice boxes and fruit snacks to put in their lunch?

whenever they go to stop & shop they stock the fuck up on gushers and capri suns “bro. as a future doctor? this is not how two college athletes should be fueling our bodies. fuck it throw in a few more boxes of gushers”

13. Who packs the other’s lunch and who repays them in sexual favours?

ransom has an 8am lab and forgets to bring food, and holster is happy 2 oblige to bring him his granola bar after ransom punctuates his text asking for lunch with a bunch of eggplant emojis

14. Who leaves notes in the other’s lunch and who tells them they’re dumb (but secretly has a collection of every note Person A has ever written them)?

holster leaves notes in ransoms bag a lot when he knows he’s getting really stressed out, and ransom keeps them in a shoebox under his bed and reads them when he needs to calm down

15. Who unconsciously holds their breath the first time they kiss, and who pulls back and says, “Breathe…”?

ransom holds his breath because holy fuck? hes about to make out with his best bro? and theyre sober this time? and whatififuckitupandourdmanmagicisgoneforeverandwenevermaekeitpastthefirstroundeveragainohmygodijustruinedsamwellmenshockeyforever and holster is like “breathe. can we just make out now please”

16. Who gets arrested for a petty crime they committed by accident and who bails them out?

holster gets arrested for jumping into the fountain at the mall on a dare, ransom bails him out

17. Who grabs the other’s hand just as they’re getting out of bed and pulls them back under for cuddles?

ransom has early classes and holster grabs him and rolls over on him so he’s trapped under a 200 lb d man who just wants to spoon a little bit longer

18. Who gets mad about something unrelated to Person B and punches the wall, and who patches it up and kisses it better?

holster trips over his desk chair and accidentally puts his fist through the wall, Doctor Justin kisses it until the throbbing is gone

“is this gonna affect my handjob game, doctor?”

19. Who has the plain black phone case and who ordered one with cat ears off ebay?

ransom has a black one that he coated in stickers, holster bought the cat ear one by mistake but just decided to own it

20. Who likes to drive with the music blaring and who is too shy to sing along?

holster has a 500 song driving playlist that includes every banger in the discography of one direction, and neither of them are shy about singing along at maximum volume

21. Who’s the fantastic kisser and who has the beautiful eyes?

they both insist that the other one has both and get into fights over whose eyes are prettier and who kisses better

22. Who has the sunshine smile and who has the seductive gaze?

ransom defo has that killer smile, but holster has a resting bitch face and when he tries to look Seductive he looks tired and mad hfdjfhwhgfwb

23. Who gets offended by the intensity of the other’s crush on a celebrity?

UMMMMM justin “ransom” oluransi mashkov is in love with tater and holster has learned to accept that if given the chance, ransom would leave him for tater in 0.000007 seconds

“babe would you really leave me for mashkov”

“you know i would but ill always remember you”

“ ;___;”

dex: “can you guys not do this in the facebook group chat”

24. Who is embarrassed that they have to wear glasses sometimes and who wants them to wear them in bed?

ransom has a slight stigmatism but he mostly wears contacts, holster falls asleep in his glasses and when ransom tells him to take them off during sex holsters like “but how else am i gonna see your beautiful face bro”

25. Who cheats on the other then immediately begs for their forgiveness?

“you do this every fucking time and im tired of it”

“justin im so fucking sorry ill never do it again i promise”

“no im done playing monopoly with you dude you sneak extra money into your pile every time im sick of it”

26. Who is the jealous one and asks why the other was being so flirty all night, and who is oblivious to their own charms?

everyone has a crush on ransom and he doesnt see it, holster has the worst fucking game in history but he loves his boyfriends personality and every relationship needs to be built on trust, bro

27. Who orders a milkshake with their food and who orders a soda?

holster orders a milkshake for the sole purpose of asking ransom if its gonna bring all the boys to the yard

28. Who runs their battery down to 1% and who feels the need to charge theirs at 80%?

ransom takes care of his phone like its his child, holster hasnt seen a charger in three days and keeps the brightness up to 10000 so its constantly dead

29. Who has the excellent singing voice and is always singing around the house (and for Person B), but has no interest in going professional?

holster regularly belts out les mis aroud the haus, ransom joins him occasionaly but leaves most of it to adam

30. Who would rather be barefoot if the setting is appropriate, and who has the huge and spectacular shoe collection (possibly also socks)?

when holster is anywhere he considers himself comfortable his feet are BARE, ransom has a sock collection a la spencer from icarly

31. Who takes their liquor on the rocks and who likes it neat?

holster orders on the rocks so he can chew on the ice with his massive horse teeth, ransom orders it neat but 99% of the time theyre drinking its at a kegster so they mainly just drink tub juice and natty light. classy

#if u read all the way to the end: bless u #thanks anon!!!!#ask games #anon #answered #message in a bottle

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