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charmingturkeysandwich · 4 years

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I Could Use a Love Song Ch. 3: don’t need no reason or happy hour

Chapter 3 of my Country Singer!Emma AU is here. I added a tag on AO3 for alcohol abuse, because while I don’t think we have true alcoholism here... Emma’s coping mechanisms are shit and the heavy drinking isn’t the healthiest. I wanted to make sure that I added that warning here as well. Please don’t use alcohol like Emma does here. I know from experience it’s hella bad news. Find a therapist! This is actual advice, not a joke. For reals. Emma should have just gone to a counselor instead of making appointments with Jose Cuervo and Jack Daniels. If anyone has treated you the way this iteration of Neal treated Emma, talk to someone. If you can’t afford a therapist, talk to me. Seriously, no lie, no joke, I’m only alive today because I eventually adopted a dog and sought counseling to cope with life’s many traumas.

Mmmmkkay enough babbling.

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Their next few gigs were some of the best in Emma’s (admittedly tequila-hazed) memory, and for once that glimmer of hope for that future of fame and fortune… well, it felt like a hell of a lot more than a glimmer.

The crowds had been rowdy, raucous, and ready to sing along to every song on their whole set. A few people even more some of the merch Killian had started selling at the door, nothing fancy of course, but it made her heart burst with pride nonetheless.

It had all gotten so real, so achievable, so close to everything she’s been dreaming about before she ever really knew that dreams were a thing that could come true.

So of course something was about to bring back the quasi-comfort of her life always reverting to being a waking nightmare.

That was a deeply melodramatic way of putting it – it’s not like she was being beaten or shamed or any of the daily torments her tiny town had ensured were burned into her brain. But that was the problem with the past, wasn’t it? It wasn’t over, even when it was. Those days were past but they would always somehow be present, replaying in her brain and aching in her heart no matter how far from Pennsylvania their little van puttered.

(Whoever said you can’t go home again neglected to mention how hard it was to leave it, even after you’d physically gone.)

It had been a Tuesday. In some chain grocery store outside Virginia Beach, the sun glowing through the big front windows and the icy chill of the air conditioning raising goosebumps on her bare arms. Emma had only echoes of a hangover, so Ruby’s constantly chatting wasn’t nearly as grating as it could be. They moved slowly through the aisles, tossing various food and supplies in their cart, more than fulfilling the list Graham and Mary Margaret had given them.

They were still struggling artists but some weeks the struggle was… less. This was one of them and if they decided to celebrate with Patron instead of Jose Cuervo and fresh, organic honeycrisp apples instead of Great Value brand dried apple chips, well, it’s because they damn well deserved it.

They couldn’t have been more than a few feet away from the checkout when the radio (a constant calming presence, most days, being the object of their ambition and all) caused her heart to drop to the deepest pits of her gut, twisting her insides until she was nearly dry-heaving to get the gross sensation of feelings out of her body and in the sewer system where it belonged.

They say scent is tied to memory, and it surely is, but there’s something, too, in sound. Music had a distinct way of tying itself to a moment, to a feeling. For some people that feeling was joy, was love, could be better than the best drug to intoxicate them with no risk of hangover. But for Emma, for this song in particular, it was all hangover, no high.

I’m set on cruise control

I’m slowly losing hold of everything I got

You’re looking so damn hot

The lyrics were innocuous enough. Sweet. Loving. There was certainly some couple out there – many, probably – who smiled fondly at each other when it came on. But for her, it was just a reminder of how pathetic she’d been, once upon a time, how deeply manipulated she’d been. And oh, the consequences she’d suffered for falling for a sweet voice and a pretty face and a moment that had felt like a country song.

And I don’t know what road we’re on

Or where we’ve been, from starin at you, girl

All I know is I don’t want this night to end

It had been a song she’d listened to in Neal’s truck, on a back road, the moon high and the stars bright and her heart hammering in her chest before he leaned over the center counsel parked in his daddy’s field and kissed her like she was precious, like she was, like he could love her through this life and the next.

And even today, half-hungover in a Piggly Wiggly or whatever the fuck this place was, she still felt the whisper of butterflies in her. She still remembered how much she’d believed the lies and even hoped the bad stuff wasn’t actually real, holding on to nights like that first one, her and Neal seemingly the only two people on Earth and all she’d ever need to feel whole again.

Emma Swan was a fighter, a survivor, a strong, badass woman that no man would ever hurt again.

But one Luke Bryan song on a clear Tuesday afternoon had her so torn up in shame, she almost forgot her best friend was standing beside her, her little “family” of a band and crew waiting for her back at the block of hotel rooms down the road.

She wasn’t in Pennsylvania. Neal wasn’t anywhere near her. But she could practically smell his cologne and the exhaust of his truck and the fact that there was a tiny part of her that truly still wished it had all worked out, that he’d been the happily ever after she’d wanted, and she wanted to slap herself silly for how stupid one smart girl could be.

“I think we can afford some Reese’s mix, right?” Ruby asked, already tossing two bags in the cart as they entered the self-checkout line.

“Yeah,” was all Emma could respond, her traitor brain still wavering between wishing for an alternate ending to her stupid, sad tale and coming totally clean to Ruby about what horrors she’d suffered and hitting the road with her on a revenge-fueled quest to keep that fucker from ever hurting another sweet, could-be-innocent girl ever again.

“Emma, you with me?” Ruby’s voice was hesitant, her eyes wide as she took in Emma’s likely ghost-pale complexion and battle-ready stance.

(She was always fighting those internal ghosts and damn could those things travel.)

But she didn’t want to think about Neal or the bruises long-healed or how she wishes she could time travel back and prevent the most painful part of what that monster had done to her, the part where for a pretty little minute she truly thought she’d loved him.

No. The past might be doing its damnedest to creep into today but she was not going to let it.

Fuck you, Luke Bryan, and all your pelvic sorcery.

“God, I hate this song,” Emma finally croaked out. “I think we should celebrate today.”

“Celebrate how much you hate a song that I’m fairly sure David would kill you for hating?”

“No, Rubes. Celebrate this,” Emma motioned all around them, somewhat erratically, only serving to further confuse Ruby. At least for a moment. “We’re really getting somewhere, aren’t we? I mean, three hotel rooms. That’s, like, a record. We’re getting somewhere. You and I, we came from some shit, right? And now we’re headed toward something good and I think we should celebrate.”

“And how exactly do you propose we celebrate this? Because if it’s by having a four-way with Graham and Killian I’m absolutely in, with just a couple ground rules – “

Emma cut off her teasing before her brain had enough time to make any visuals of that: “Ew. God, no. Why does your brain even go there? No. I just meant, you know, hitting some bars or the beach or something. Day drinking. It’s the ultimate in enjoyment and not giving a fuck.”

“So you’re suggesting we celebrate the good the same way we drown our sorrows in the bad?” Ruby mocked, tossing the groceries on the conveyor belt and a packet of mints at Emma’s head.

“No, you drink your sorrows in the dark. You drink your celebrations when the sun’s out,” Emma said like it was the most normal, accepted thing in the world, like she was reciting it from a code of conduct instead of having made it up on the spot to cover for the fact that she very much, one hundred percent was drowning her sorrows but just didn’t have the patience to wait for the sun to set.

“Sure, Ems. Let’s go with that.” Ruby clearly wasn’t buying her bullshit – she always did have an excellent bullshit detector – but she went along with it all the same.

Emma paid for the groceries and hefted as many bags to the car as she could possibly carry, the burn in her arms like the warmth of the sun as she flip-flopped her way to the awaiting van, a great day of drinking and forgettingahead of her.

The usual six of them turned into seven that day, Killian’s old buddy from the service having been stationed at the naval base in Norfolk and here for a visit. Will, that was his name, and he was a pain in the ass in the very best way. He had been matching her shot-for-shot in the hotel room before they hopped the Uber to The Cove, a beachside bar favored by locals and tourists alike. He would tease her and taunt her and buy her drinks, but with absolutely the energy of a brother and not a I’m looking to get into your pants kind of way.

David saw her as a sister, sure, but he tended toward the serious, the protective. He cared so much and knew too much, and it kept him from being totally lighthearted or even downright rude. And Graham, well he never paid Emma quite that much attention, always on his own quests and whatnot. She couldn’t blame the guy, and truly she didn’t usually want attention, but there was something about today, something about the casual nature of her exchanges with Will that allowed her to just be free.

Killian wasn’t quite on board, though. Ever since she and Ruby had floated the idea of some casual no-show-tonight fun, he’d been weirdly quiet. Mary Margaret and David were notably excited, seeming to view it as an opportunity for date night, even with the five other tagalongs. And Ruby was pretty much always up for a party.

But Killian seemed to be cranky at her and she couldn’t figure out why.

“Let loose, why don’t you, Jones!” Emma shouted across the bar, Killian nursing a rum and coke while Ruby, Will, and Emma had joined another group of probable-tourists in a limbo competition.

“Eh, let him sulk,” Will had suggested, stumbling a little after returning to the upright position. He was suspiciously good at the limbo. Maybe he’d been a gymnast in another life?

“I’ll get him, Em,” Ruby promised, having fallen flat on her ass after the last round (the responding ooooohhhhhhshaving more to do with her skirt riding up to her waist as she fell than it was about the fall itself).

Ruby had spent the next hour or so in the corner with Killian, both steadily drinking but never really coming to re-join the party. So Emma and Will kept socializing with strangers while Graham flirted hard with a pretty girl and Mary Margaret and David found another grossly into each other couple to apparently double date with, because of course they did.

After a few drinking games, a few messy dances, and definitely too much liquor for before 5pm, Emma finally took a break, she and Will sidling up to the bar and ordering some nachos.

“Y’know, you’re not nearly as pretty as Killian described you,” Will said after a few minutes of nacho-focused silence.

“Hey! I think you’re insulting me and I don’t appreciate it,” Emma responded, cheese dripping down the corner of her mouth.

“Way he talks, you’d think you were a bleeding fallen angel or something. I definitely didn’t expect a hot mess who talked with her mouth full.”

“Hah! You said hot. I still got it,” she joked, chomping down on another cheese and chili covered chip.

Emma had become pretty good at reading people – people tended to adapt after you suffering the consequences of falling for it – and Will definitely wasn’t flirting with her. At least not with actual intent. So why on earth had he brought up her looks?

She was happy to play along with whatever game he had going, was even feeling a little bolder and more confident than usual with his carefree attitude and his backward compliments.

But his next comment was the proverbial bucket of ice on any of those feelings.

“He’s a good man, Emma. I hope you don’t toy with him.”

“Excuse me?” What exactly was this fucker accusing her of? She hadn’t even talked to Killian since they’d been at the hotel and she certainly hadn’t been mean. No, even at her most prickly, she was never all-out mean to him. He was a good guy, the type to hold your hair when you puked and nearly the opposite of her initial assumptions about him. Of course she’d never ‘toy with him.’ The fucking nerve of this dude.

“I don’t think you know me enough to continue those thoughts, Scarlet,” she warned, shoving the nachos away and downing her fruity drink.

“Don’t get me wrong. I like you, Emma. You’d make a good mate. But I’m more like you than you realize, and I know how many people I hurt before I got myself straight. Just … keep that in mind, won’t ya?”

And then the bastard just… left.

He didn’t say goodbye to anyone – not even to Killian – and left Emma pissed as all hell and sitting alone at a tourist trap in the worst city in all of Virginia.

So much for that attempt at celebration.

But before her thoughts (and actions) could turn to the dark side, Graham and David were approaching her for a friendly tournament of darts and after a couple bulls eyes and a little light taunting, her carefree spirit had returned, just in time to kick Mary Margaret’s ass and move onto the championship game between her and Killian.

“So, that friend of yours is something,” Emma observed, tossing her first set of darts and landing them with soft thunks into the felt.

“Will? Aye. He’s… he’s been a friend for quite a long time. There for me for some pain. So I choose to keep his pain-in-the-ass existence around.” His tone was light and his words sincere, but there was a weight to his expression that Emma didn’t quite understand.

He took his turn, little glints in his eye and mini-fist pumps when he hit his intended target. It was adorable, to be honest. But there was definitely something wrong and despite Will’s seeming accusations about her and her abilities to be a good friend, she wanted nothing more than to take away whatever pain he was reliving at the moment.

So she lost – yes, intentionally – and dragged him to the bar, ordering him some straight whiskey to loosen him up and hopefully to help him forget like she already was.

“Why, Swan, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk,” he practically purred, breaking the flirty tone with a gentle boop to her nose. “Which is usually my tactic.”

“Easy, Captain,” she joked with him, fiddling with the prosthetic ‘hook’ contraption he wore when they went out (it’s a perfect beer holder, he’d said, to which she’d responded yeah, right, you just want to play pirate).

Despite the fog of the liquor, a few facts clicked into place. He’d suffered some bad shit in his past, shit Will apparently witnessed. Killian had also lost his hand, probably in the Navy. And this town, it wasn’t far from a navy base. Could that have been his navy base? Had they inadvertently brought Killian to the scene of the crime, so to speak?

The way she never wanted to go back to her ‘hometown,’ the place she’d lived the longest and suffered the most… what if that’s how he felt here? What if she’d suggested they celebrate over the grave of whatever and whoever he lost?

God, she was a hot mess and she was dangerous, the way she sank into her pain without looking into anyone else’s.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she wanted to apologize. Or something. “I’m sorry about this. Or, I guess, about whatever led to this. Or accompanied it. I’m just… I’m just sorry?”

“For the ungodly amount of liquor you’re pressuring me into drinking? Don’t worry, love, I’m a big boy.”

Ugh, the deflection. She knew that tactic well. “No, I mean this,” she said, gripping the elbow of his damaged arm. “I don’t know what happened and I’m not asking, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry. Not in the fault kind of way. Just the way where I wish it hadn’t happened and I know there’s pain and you didn’t deserve it. Or don’t. Currently. You know what I mean.”

“I think you’re drunk off your ass, darling.”

“Call me darling one more time and you’ll be the one on your ass.”

“So defensive, jeez,” he quipped, finishing another drink and slamming the glass back down on the table, his face melting into something a little more serious, if only for a moment. “Thank you, Swan,” he said finally, cupping her cheek with his right hand.

Her heart about stopped as his eyes bored into hers. It was much too much, the closeness, the feel of his hand, the heat of his body, the truth in his eyes, and all she wanted was to go back to teasing and laughing and strangers who didn’t have feelings or at least didn’t share them with her and why did she even bring it up, anyway? Just because Will had made her feel bad? Why shouldn’t they drink away their pain if it quieted the demons for one blessed day? Why should we have to suffer the same memories over and over when instead we could just fucking let go.

She should have just stuck to letting go.

But his intense sincerity washed away in a blink, his flirty near-pirate persona back with a vengeance. “Now, Swan, what game shall I best you at next?” His gentle caress on her cheek turned into a full grip, his fingers scrunching her face almost comically.

“Name it, Jones. You’re on.”

Turns out their little crew had signed them all up for a cornhole tournament out on the sand and Graham had called dibs on Emma as a partner, for which she was thankful. He was pretty boss at all bar games, and she had a competitive streak even without her BAC being higher than her high school GPA.

But get her drunk and she’d pretty much lie, cheat, and steal her way to bragging rights on whatever silly game they were playing.

So of course she and Graham had made it to the finals, their opponents two bikini-clad college girls who could trash talk like no other.

Which is why Emma was totally fine with the little plot she had brewing in her head.

“Graham, we need distractions here.”

“What do you mean, like have Mary Margaret set something on fire again?”

“Oh, come on. Pretty girls. Fun, happy, drunk, pretty girls. I saw them ogling you earlier so they’re probably straight. Take your shirt off. Now!”

“I always said I’d reject your advances when you inevitably tried to get me naked, Swan, but you drive a hard bargain.”

Emma rolled her eyes, but Graham did as instructed, stretching lazily and pantomiming sweat before pulling at the neck of his t-shirt and whisking it over his head.

The girls missed their next shots, and Graham had the chance to win it with this last toss and Emma was ready to bust out her victory dance just a tad prematurely.

Until the brunette untied her bikini top and let the fabric fall to her waist just as Graham was taking his shot.

He missed, of course.

Damn, these girls were good.

“Can I be of assistance?” a husky voice offered, his breath ticking her ear lobe.

Killian, of course.

“What exactly can you offer, Jones?” Graham swooped in to ask, clearly annoyed that his bare chest hadn’t yet won them the game.

“Well, Graham, Emma here assures me that you’re one ‘fine specimen of man’ but sadly to those girls you’re all talk and no action, across the beach from them, separated by this very game. I think they need something a little more… tactile.”

Killian was over-confident when he was drinking, but it’s not as if he were wrong. If she were one of those girls and Killian came up to her, with his sultry accent and his maddening smirk and the way he’d run his fingers through her long hair…

Yeah, it would work. Definitely. Yup.

“Go for it, Jones, but don’t come crying to us if they don’t take to your charms the way you want them to,” Emma warned, rolling her eyes and banishing all inappropriate thoughts of Killian Jones to the dark recesses of her mind with her knowledge of calculus and the memory of that time she walked in on Mary Margaret sucking David off in their shared kitchen back in Pittsburgh.

Killians voice alone proved distracting enough for the blonde girl to miss her shot and Graham, his ego now challenged, sank his with ease.

Emma cheered far too loud and leaped into Graham’s arms, her legs around his waist, Ruby rushing up to high five them and pass along a few more shots to keep the day rolling.

By the time the sun sank behind the bar, the ocean in front of them streaked with the deep blues and purples of twilight, Emma was well past drunk and definitely no longer thinking of any painful backstories or traumas or anything, really, but the cinnamon burn of the Fireball and the feel of Killian’s arm around her as they walked down a set of stairs to a fire pit so much like those that she’d built on the banks of the Allegheny and yet so different, the smell of the salt of the ocean and the leather of Killian’s jacket keeping her brain from connecting the present to the past.

“Jones, haven’t you ever heard you’re supposed to keep your hands to yourself in the presence of a lady?” she teased, wiggling her shoulders where he was grasping her.

“Aye, but I see no ladies here!” He chuckled and she elbowed him and he bowed his head to her ear as they stepped down the last stair. “Besides, love, what if you’d fallen and no one was there to save you?”

She rolled her eyes again, shrugging off his support now that there was no excuse for it, solid ground beneath their feet. “Oh, I’m a loud screamer. Someone would have come for me.”

“Oh, how I’d like to experience both of those things for myself…” Killian groaned, his mind of course solidly in the gutter.

Emma just laughed it off and stumbled toward the fire, joining Mary Margaret and David on a log clearly only meant for two.

Tomorrow was going to be hell, definitely more than just the echo of a hangover. But they had hotel rooms and each other and now and really those things alone made every minute of tomorrow’s inevitable headache more worth it than she could ever have fathomed in any stage of her life before this one.

#cs ff #cs au ff #cs fanfiction #keisha writes #i could use a love song #no luke bryans were harmed in the making of this chapter #yes they play cornhole wrong #i had a brain fart #so suspend your disbelief please #and seriously #i'm here for you if you need it #i drank my feelings for many years #it was not healthy #fun at times #but def not healthy #your trauma is not your fault #I LOVE YOU

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coffecatsandbooks · 5 years

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Hung over in a hotel room, cell phones dead. You streatched out next to me. Lost somewhere in a dark whiskey dream.

Steve stirred a bit and groaned flipping over to feel a warm body next to him. His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly to see his partner Danny lying there, streatched out- naked.

He ran his hands through his hair and grabbed his phone to check the time, but it was dead and as he looked, he realized he had no charger, but there was a bottle of whiskey. A couple by the looks of it and last night started to come back to him slowly and he smiled. After all this time he and Danny can finally be together. After all the pinning and wanting and longing.

Hung over in a hotel room call the concierge, two bloody Mary's and some cigerettes so you can wake up to breakfast in bed, hear your voice in my head, "hey when you gonna come pick me up? You always say we're gonna burn it down. If you wanna baby call me back. Call me back maybe we can out."

His head was pounding, but he grabbed the hotel phone and ordered two bloody Mary's (his Aunt Deb always said they worked when it came to hang over) and ordered him and Danny some food so when Danny woke, he'd be woken up to breakfast in bed. He wanted Danny to know he cared. He wanted Danny to know that he wanted to make this work.

He slid his legs off the side of the bed and pulled on some boxers, grabbing the pack of cigarettes off the wooden nightstand he stood up and walked out onto the balcony lighting one up. He rarely smoked, but he was nervous for what might come. What if Danny hated last night? What if he didn't like him the way Steve did? Steve had never bared his soul nor his heart to someone like the way he did last night. As the ocean breeze came up and attacked him, he closed his eyes reminiscing.

He and Danny were in the office late and after Chin Ho left bidding his goodbyes, Steve stood up and streatched deciding to go to Danny's office to see if he wanted any take out.

He knocked and after hearing Danny's grunt he entered. "Hey man you want anything? We can get take out or-" Steve breathed in deciding to be bold. "We can head back to my place and get something and watch a movie?"

Danny sighed. "I was going to pamper myself tonight but sure."

Steven laughed. "Don't let me stop you, I was just wondering." He felt his heart deflate a bit.

"Well I have a hotel room booked. I was going to surprise Grace for her birthday, but she's older now and wanted to hang out with friends tonight." Danny frowned. "She gets older everyday and it breaks my heart a little everyday."

Steve agreed. That girl was something and was destined for greater things. "She'll always be your little girl Danno."

That made Danny smile and gave Steve a bit more confidence for his next question. "Well hey since you don't want it to go to waste me and you can always burn it down. You know that."

"Burn it down? Did you know that's what the kids are now saying? It's another term for sex." Danny scrunched his nose and it took everything Steve had not to go up and kiss him.

"I did not know that, but what do you say?" Steve opened his arms.

"I don't know." Danny fished into his pockets and pulled out a key card. "You can go though. I doubt I'll join you though."

Steve felt like he'd been stabbed. Fuck feelings, he thought bitterly. Why does Danny insist I have them? They've just given me pain.

"Okay well let me know if you change your mind," he sighs. "Imma go ahead and head out. Night brah."

"Goodnight McGarrett."

Steve went back to his office closing everything down and was eventually walking out of the building and climbing into his car, heading straight to the hotel.

Steve doesn't know what changed Danny's mind but as he was pulling up his cell rang and he answered. "McGarrett."

"Hey come back and pick me up if it's not too late. You always say we're gonna burn it down and I never join you. But I want to forget the fact that my little girl is growing up and I want to forget my name tonight. Please. I'm tired." He heard Danny whine and Steve smiled.

"On the way buddy."

Hungover in a hotel room slide the curtains back. Light up the morning on the balcony. Look at your stirring in the shadows and sheets. Last night on repeat.

When he was done with that cigrette he threw it off the balcony and heard a knock at the door. He opened it and in came a cart with food and bloody Mary's. He tipped the consierge and pushed the cart over to the end of the bed.

He went back over to the balcony and slid the soft burgundy curtains back to let the sun shine through hoping Danny would wake up to that, but until then he went back onto the balcony and lit up another.

The sun shined at the bottom of Danny's toned calves and up to his torso, but his back and head were covered with the shadows.

Steve watched as he stirred a bit, his muscles bulging as he stretched out. He lifted his head and if he was doubting the fact they had sex it would have been debunked due to the sex hair and fact that as Danny moved the light caught his back and scratches littered it. Danny had his turn on Steve it seemed and couldn't help but think back again.

Danny and Steve had arrived back at the hotel checking in with a stash of Jack Daniels in their grocery bags and some other conventiant store bought whiskey that they had never even heard of. When they opened to room 704, they put a sign on the door and Danny chuckled from behind Steve and put an arm on his shoulder. Steve could feel himself caving to the touch and had to stop himself.

"Why do I feel like a teenager all over again?" Danny whispered into Steves ear and Steve had to stiffen to keep from shuddering. Fuck Danny just didn't realize what he did to Steve.

"Well you can sometimes look like one Williams," Steve complimented and opened the bags twisting the lids off the whiskey bottles and upturning the Jack Daniels.

The liquor burned going down and as he set the bottle back down, he could feel himself loosening up. "It's good."

Danny was giving him that disapproving look. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Steven you're an animal! You just upturned that whole bottle and put your lips all over the top. That's gross."

"You're a woman you know."

At that Danny glared. "I am not a woman. I'm just respectable."

Steven thrusted the bottle into Danny's hands. "Woman," he said in a sing-song voice.

A little while later and whole bottle and a half of Jack Daniels later, they were both pretty drunk. Danny more than Steve which wasn't a surprise as Steve could hold down pretty much anything.

They were sitting up in the bed and watching some old football game, but neither really cared as they were both too lost in their conversation to care.

"I'm not seeing anyone I swear!" Steve was saying.

"Okay but someone must have your attention at least!" Danny practically shrieked and Steve laughed putting his hand over Danny's mouth.

"Shut up! You're going to get us both in trouble. And yes if you must know, someone does have my attention." He lowered his hand and took a big swing of whiskey.

"She mus' be a luck lady." Danny was saying, but he sort of slurred the words a bit. "I think I need to stop."

Steve nodded. "You're slurring now so yes. And yeah." It could have been the whiskey that gave him the balls to say the next thing, but it could of also been the fact that their shoulders were touching or that he was so tired of not having anyone to talk to about his feelings or it could've been a mixture of all three. He's going for the latter, but- "Yeah, he is a lucky guy."

Danny whipped his head around. "You're gay!?"

Steve looked down, now more interested in the bottle than anything. "Bi actually."

He felt Danny soften beside him. "Oh Steve. No I didn't mean it like that just- does anyone else know?"

He shook his head and felt the tears threaten, but pushed them back. If he was ever good at anything, it was hiding his emotions. "No. The realization was sudden and I should of seen it before, but I didn't and so."

"Wow so he is special for you to realize you like men too. Why haven't you asked him out?" Danny questioned and Steve could feel his innocent eyes on him. Sometimes Danny could be so clueless.

"I think he's straight." Steve confessed and took another swig, but as the bottle left his lips, Danny grabbed it and took another one as well.

"You'll never know if you don't ask. Maybe he's only gay for you too. Cmon Steven you're not afraid of anything. This should be nothing for you! I mean look at you," Danny pushed himself up and turned his body to face him. Steve lifted his head up to look Danny in the eyes. "You have the body of a fucking Hawaiian God and if this guy knows you at all then he also knows you're a sap on the inside. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Just ask McGarrett. Worse comes to worse he says no and that's his loss. Besides- you always have me. Does anyone else really matter?"

Steve laughed. "Yeah Danno I always have you."

"There you go! Now the next time you see him I want you to March right up to him and ask him on a date. In fact I dare you. Triple dog dare you." Danny tilted the bottle to his lips and gulped down a good bit of the whiskey. "'S all you gotta do buddy."

Steven grabbed the bottle again drinking the rest of the bottle. "You're right. I should."

"'Atta boy!"

"So Danny-"

"Yes Steve?"

"Will you go out on a date with me?"

Danny looked up quickly. "What? Me? Why?"

"I like you duh." And this is where the alcohol kicked in. "Liked you a long time Danno. Prolly too long."

"I'm your special guy??" Danny asked incredulously.

Steven nodded. "Yup yup yup."

"I just- but I can't- why?"

Steve looked very confused as to why Danny didn't realize this. "Well because if you must know I have fallen for you. Hard. Like really hard. So hard I think I've hurt myself. You're kind, great father, badass, not to mention hot when you're angry-"

Steve doesn't know what compelled Danny to then lay a fat one on him, but he did and boy Danny's lips were softer and more scruffy that he imagined and he loved it.

Then it was room 704 hang the sign on the door, Gucci falling on the floor with the lights down low. Dancing in the dark, body killing me, throwing off sparks lay it back baby anything goes. Spent the whole night last night all messed up, making love. Girl I swear I've never felt this good. Waking up, Hungover in a hotel room.

The rest of the night was blur. He remembers asking Danny why and Danny replying with because I think I like you a lot too and the kiss deepened and clothes got thrown and love was made. He made sure Danny was comfortable and okay with it all before he completely went in on him and from what he can remember it was soft and slow and passionate, the first time around. The second time they got more greedy and fucked senseless and the third was when Danny got to try on top.

Everything about last night was hot, heavy, and passionate. And Steve didn't want it to end.

Danny stirred again, this time sitting up in bed and Steve put his cigarettes out, placing it out on the balcony table, walking back inside and closing the patio doors.

"Well good morning good looking," Danny whistled lowly, his raspy morning voice coming out thick and Steve thought about anything and everything other than the fact that he wanted to fuck him senseless right now with that voice.

"I got use breakfast," he grabbed a tray handing it to Danny and he got the other one, setting it on the night stand and then grabbed the bloody Mary's handing one to Danny. "Aunt Deb says it always helps get rid of hangover headaches."

Danny shrugged sipping it and then giving it a dirty look. "I hate these."

Steven nodded, "me too."

They are in silence and once they were finished Danny looked at Steve again. Headaches now gone he felt as though he could think clearly. "I could get used to this. You, me, hotel rooms with breakfast in bed."

Steve laughed and looked Danny up and down. "I suppose I could get used to seeing you naked all the time."

"So are we going to try this?" Danny asked after a moment.

"I would like to if you would." Steve said.

Danny gave him a devious smirk. "On one condition."

Steve looked at Danny with raised eyebrows. "That is?"

"You tell me how exactly you fell for me."

"Well I tried to last night and then your kiss kinda distracted me," he leaned close to Danny.

Danny leaned in too, brushing his lips across Steves. "Really? Well we don't want that happening again do we?"

Steve smiled. "Actually I think I do," and then kissed him so passionately that the force nearly knocked them apart.

There's that smile driving me wild. Call the front desk make check out requests, no better yet book it for another night. Then it was room 704 hang the sign on the door, Gucci falling on the floor with the lights down low. Dancing in the dark, body killing me, throwing off sparks lay it back baby anything goes. Spent the whole night last night all messed up, making love. Girl I swear I've never felt this good. Waking up, Hungover in a hotel room.

Danny layed on top of Steve naked, both with swollen lips, unable to detach themselves from each other. Steves hands had made their way into Danny's hair and once Danny bit Stevens bottoms lip, he let out a growl and tugged on his hair. Danny gasped grinding his dick on Steves but the fabric of his boxers were getting in the way.

"Why did you put these on?" Danny whimpered.

"Couldn't go outside naked babe." They kept kissing and Danny finally pulled back a bit.

"We need to make check out requests Steve, I can't really afford another night and we can finish this at your place really." Danny said and Steven rolled his eyes.

"Fuck it, I'll pay for another night. Let's book it for another night." He pulled Danny closer to him and massaged his scalp. "How's that sound?"

Danny smiled and it drove Steve up the wall. He wanted to see that smile on Danny's face all the time. "God you drive me fucking wild," Steve grunted and flipped Danny over onto his back and Steve pulled off his boxers tossing them to the floor. "Where were we?"

Danny wrapped his arms around Steves neck and kissed him slowly which threw off sparks throughout the room. The energy in the room was filled with nothing but love and lust and Steve ate it up. This was all he ever wanted and he was going to be damned if anyone ruined it. Fuck work and responsibilities today. Today and tonight was going to be for Danny and he was going to shower him in pleasure and ravish his body like a true prince.

"Make love to me again babe," Danny rasped out inbetween kisses.

"With pleasure," Steve replied softly.

And that's just what they did.

#McDanno #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #detective danny williams #danno #commander steve mcgarrett #hawaii #hawaii five-0 #H50 #Hungover in a Hotel Room #Luke Bryan #fanfiction #fangirl #fanfic

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worldwithinworld · 6 years

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WWW’s Weekly Winners (September 30 - October 6, 2018)

Here are the best things I read, watched, and listened to during the week. Let me know what you think!

Book: Exile for Dreamers (A Stranje House Novel #2) by Kathleen Baldwin (If you’re looking for a YA sci-f/fantasy, Regency romance, alternate history, spy school series, well here you go.)

Movie or TV Show: Cells at Work (This lighthearted show about the cells in the human body is a heck of a lot more fun than I expected for an educational science show.)

Song: “Sunrise, Sunburn, Sunset” by Luke Bryan (So nice and chill.)

Fanfiction: From the Control Room by AlynnaStrong (The Hunger Games from the perspectives of the mentors. I especially enjoyed the original characters and the worldbuilding for the districts that weren’t featured much in the books.)

#wwwww #cells at work!#stranje house #exile for dreamers #kathleen baldwin #sunrise sunburn sunset #luke bryan #hunger games #fanfiction

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countrymusiclover · 6 months

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My Klaus Mikaelson book is excluded from the list because I know it would get the most votes. Sorry, my readers

#luke bryan fic #luke bryan fanfiction #luke bryan fanfic #georgie cooper x reader #georgie cooper #owen grady fic #owen grady x reader #owen grady x y/n #owen grady x you

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jacobsbrainrot · 3 years

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Punz with a black s/o pog?

if you’re reading this and you’re racist move, i’m sorry my skintone scares you mfs.

i made it into a headcanon if that’s alright, but i can turn something mentioned into an imagine.

just wanted to quickly say, the lack of inclusive writers is just really painful honestly, it’s really not that difficult to switch up some words. like “their pale skin” to just something like “ their skin” i just got rid of ONE word. it’s not that hard i promise. as someone who’s read and written fanfiction for a while, i’ve read a lot of stories that just lack diversity. as well as ocs i understand their your character make them how you want, but not every single one has to be pale with straight blond hair and blue eyes. they could be a darker complexion with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes??? just an opinion, take it how you will

i feel like he would try and help on washdays, despite not knowing wtf is happening..

if you ask him for help with doing your braids, edges, laying your wigs, anything he’s there to at least try.

when his hair was longer during quarantine he’d let you test out braid styles on him

once you sent him to the store, after running out of a certain product, mf facetimed you running through walmart isles.

“you needed what now?” “i sent you the name and everything??”

“this?” “that’s literally dog shampoo”

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS THING FOR LIPGLOSS, he hates the super sticky one’s, but he just loves the way it makes your lips look, you’ll just be mid-sentence and he just grabs you and pulls you in.

if we’re being honest, you’re the reason he listens to the stuff he does, if you hadn’t put him on poor baby would probably out here listening to some luke bryan or sum 24/7.

back to the topic of racists.. some people don’t like us because we’re different and they can’t handle that<3, but when punz introduced you almost everyone praised him for bringing more diversity to the table.

but while most praised some sent constant hate at him and your relationship, for absolutely no reason, guess what? worry no more boomer, punz, sapnap, ant, and gumi put them in their place on twitter c:

he really enjoyed trying the new foods you introduced to him, rather than whatever the hell he ate before he met you.

might add to this later, it’s late and i’m kinda tired!

#punz fanfiction #punz x reader #punz x black!reader #punz x you #punz x y/n

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kaya895 · 3 years

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So I haven't posted in a while. So here are some nalu fanfiction recommendations.

Home alone tonight by mushi9

Rated: M

Chapters: 24

Complete

Summary: For the past few years, Natsu's been dealing with his broken heart. He tries to drown his pain through unhealthy activities, but all it leaves him with is a string of failed relationships and a lot of drunken nights at the bar. He's been a wreck since she left. How will he deal with her return, when his heart is still mangled? Inspired by the Luke Bryan song. Modern AU

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12080486/0

Celestial mage wanted by chef_babe

Rated: M

Chapters: 75

Complete

Summary: A strange book and key find their way into Lucy's possession, with an imminent threat approaching and the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy coming to pass it is all she can do to keep her world from falling apart. NALU, I own nothing other than the plot, Fairy Tail is owned by Hiro Mashima.

Fairytail Go! By mushi9

Rated: M

Chapters: 98

WIP

Summary: While playing 'Pokémon GO', Lucy accidentally put herself in harm's way. Luckily, a pink haired boy saved her just in time. A 'thank you' lunch helped spark their new friendship, but Lucy didn't realize the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won't be scared away so easily. High School AU. Angst/Drama/Fluff *Reediting: 67/94*

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12047496/1/9

Let me know if you want more.

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu x lucy #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia

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zackcollins · 3 years

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Tagged by: No one, technically. But @2manytabsopen left an open invitation so I took it lol

favourite colour: Purple and blue!

currently reading: Books? None but I read fanfiction sometimes

last song: One Margarita by Luke Bryan

last movie: Batman The Long Halloween Part 2

last (tv) series: X-Files! I’m currently watching it whenever I visit my parents

currently craving: Leftover meatballs from supper last night (if we even have any. I didn’t actually check lol)

tea or coffee?: I’m drinking a coffee as I fill this out, so...

currently working on: Trying to lose weight!! I started last night so we’ll see how it goes!

favourite food: Hamburgers

least favourite food: Cheetos or olives lmfao

favourite quote: It’s from a Robert Munsch book I read as a kid!

I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be

me in five words or less: stressed, and probably hungry

favourite time of day: dinnertime!

favourite weather: Snow or rain. I just like the sound they make lol

Tagging: Anyone that feels like doing this. Have fun!

#tag games #thank you for tagging me #sorta lmfao #i appreciate the open invitation #its been a while since ive done one of these #so i thought id do it lol #anyways #mutuals #robin talks #not hockey

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lizwontcry · 4 years

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11-20!

Bless you :)

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in? CSI, represent. When Sara “wiped chalk” off of Grissom’s cheek, my whole life went downhill from there.

2. What is your latest fandom? Hmm, let me think. Just kidding. Breaking Bad, Jesse/Walt, because I love torturing myself with the most fucked up ships possible in shows that ended 7 years ago.

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in? I’m always nostalgic for CSI, because I still have fandom friends 15 years later and we were so passionate about everything. We sent dollar bills to CBS when they weren’t going to bring Jorja Fox back for the next season. That passionate.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms? Not really... I mean, I was in the Game of Thrones fandom for a minute and that one is pretty crazy, but I was in a quiet corner by myself and it was cozy there. Also the Guns N’ Roses fandom is batshit insane but seeing that I’ve been in that for like 20 years, there’s no way out now.

5. Which fandoms have you written fanfiction for? How much time do you have? Main ones: CSI, Big Bang Theory, Vampire Diaries, Succession, Breaking Bad/Bryan and Aaron, Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton, Game of Thrones. A couple random ones in Baby-Sitters Club, Gilmore Girls, Longmire.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. Ohhh. Well, since you asked - Grissom/Sara, Sheldon/Penny, Luke/Lorelei, Roman/Gerri, Arya/The Hound (in like... mostly a platonic way but sort of shippy in an AU kind of way?), Damon/Elena, Walt/Jesse, Vic/Walt... (runs out of breath)

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in. Ooh, that’s a spicy meatball. I don’t have them from every fandom but Sheldon/Amy and Leonard/Penny are a big NOTP. Grissom/Catherine never did anything for me either. Elena and Stefan were the most boring ever.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom? I binged Breaking Bad and by the last 4 episodes, I began to realize that Walt/Jesse is just the kind of fucked up student/teacher, uneven power dynamic that is my bulletproof OTP shit. My very first slash ship, mama wow, I’m a big kid now.

9. What are the best things about your current fandom? It super sucks coming in so fucking late to a fandom but the best thing is there are so many fics and most of them are completed! Hallelujah.

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in? Not really, if I read it, I want to write it.

Thanks so much, this was fun!

#fandom #fanfic

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evansrogerskitten · 4 years

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Quarantine Tag

I was tagged by the beautiful @atc74

ARE YOU STAYING HOME FROM WORK OR SCHOOL?

I’m working from home. It’s sucks.

IF YOU’RE STAYING HOME, WHO IS THERE WITH YOU?

My cat. She’ll be 16 on Monday!

ARE YOU A HOMEBODY?

Yeah, isolation isn’t unusual for me. But I need to be able to go out when I need social interaction.

AN EVENT THAT YOU WERE LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT GOT CANCELLED?

Emerald City Comicon, my wonderful girls coming to visit in May so we could watch the SPN finale together, and a trip to see my family. So far.

WHAT MOVIES HAVE YOU WATCHED RECENTLY?

Endgame, Jurassic World, Angel Has Fallen, Infinity War, Transformers.

WHAT SHOWS ARE YOU WATCHING?

SVU, Veep, Supernatural.

WHAT MUSIC ARE YOU LISTENING TO?

I’ve been listening to Don’t You Wanna Stay by Kelly Clarkson and Luke Bryan because it’s the inspiration for my new series (and @atc74 challenge)

WHAT ARE YOU READING?

Fanfiction. Always and Forever.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR SELF CARE?

I started working out again. Worrying about getting the virus and turning older next month, I decided to at least get moving. It’s helping me with structure actually.

Tagging @dean-winchesters-bacon @letsby @abbesolute @illuminated-undimmed @justawaywardwinchestergirl @theashhole

#tag game #quarantine tag game

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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I was tagged by @well-who-needs-angels-anyway

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black

2. a food you never eat? fish, anything fish, the smell bothers me

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Too warm

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Eating and pulling my hair out because of my group’s inability to respond to my text message

5. what is your favorite candy bar? KitKat and Hershey are pretty much tied and I’m not about to choose.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? Unfortunately

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? I don’t remember what I said but I was talking to my mom’s boyfriend, who stopped by with my mom to pick up something, about my group’s inability to respond b/c I want to get this project done as soon as physically possible (I’m not salty, I swear, just annoyed)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? chocolate

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? soda (probably shouldn’t have but here we are)

10. do you like your wallet? yeah, sort of, I wish it was smaller

11. what was the last thing you ate? french fries

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope, I probably need jeans though

13. the last sporting event you watched? Honestly, probably a football game that was on in a restaurant that I was in which I would look up to simply so I’d have something to look at.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? I don’t have one. I don’t even like regular popcorn.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my mom to let her know I was heading back to my apartment and @peaceoutofthepieces before she went to bed (it was around the same time)

16. ever go camping? yeah, I don’t like the outdoors though so I didn’t have a good time

17. do you take vitamins? my mom makes me take some energy ones but idk if they work

18. do you go to church every sunday? nope, I haven’t been in a church since I was 12 (or I was trying to have more time with my best friend and we’re not friends anymore so... *shrugs*)

19. do you have a tan? when I was constantly in the sun year but that was several years ago

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? pizza, there’s no contest, pizza

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? depends on if I get it from a restaurant or if it’s in my house

22. what color socks do you usually wear? all the socks

23. ever drive above the speed limit? my state generally drives 5 above the speed limit anyway and I’m pretty sure a cop has gone around me going the speed limit with over 10 over the speed limit

24. what terrifies you? a lot of things, but mostly being an embarrassment, being forgotten, being abandoned, not being good enough... the list goes ooooonnnnnnnn

25. look to your left, what do you see? a lamp and an open door to the hallway

26. what chore do you hate? (all the chores tbh) cleaning my room even though I know it’ll be easy because why would I do that when I could be doing literally anything else.

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? Steve McGarrett from Hawaii-Five-O because I’ve seen him in so many other shows with a perfect American accent, but then I watched an interview and I literally can’t look at him the same. Oh, and also Beliza (Bob Morley and Eliza Taylor)

28. what’s your favorite soda? Coca-Cola

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? I would literally rather do the drive-thru no matter the line. I just don’t see the point of stopping my car, getting out, waiting inside, only to go out to my car again and fight to get out of the parking lot.

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my mom and her boyfriend

31. favorite cut of beef? ngl, I don’t know what this is asking

32. last song you listened to? This Is How We Roll by Florida Georgia Line ft. Luke Bryan

33. last book you read? All my reading these days is my own shit and fanfiction so I honestly don’t remember the last book I read. Probably the Selection series if I had to guess.

34. favorite day of the week? Umm... I don’t really have one right now because every day is school so ask me in like a month?

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? no

36. do you like your coffee? frappuccinos and that’s it. I only really had them on campus because I could so since school closed, I haven’t had any. Probably a little better for my wallet

37. favorite pair of shoes? my slip on black shoes

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? 10pm-1am

39. at what time do you normally get up? it changes day-to-day

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets all the way.

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2

42. describe your kitchen plates. plain old white

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? I don’t drink at all

44. do you play cards? nope

45. what color is your car? my car is a blue van but the paint is chipping terribly on the sides and on the front but it’s over a decade old (I think about 15 years, it was my grandmother’s and they saved it so I would have the car when I got my license) so I’m not really surprised.

46. can you change a tire? my mom showed me how to change one once when I got a flat and while I’m sure that I’d have to be on the phone with her while I was doing it (because I’m paranoid that I’m just going to fuck everything up), I could probably do it.

47. what is your favorite province? Never been outside of the continental U.S. so I don’t know...

48. favorite job you’ve ever had? I love my current job as a tutor at my school and a learning assistant in a freshman course.

49. How did you get your biggest scar? Uh, I think my biggest scar in on one of my calves and basically what happened is I was going down the stairs to a test with my teacher and another student (because we were reviewing beforehand) so I was walking and my foot got under me and I fell. Which, wouldn’t be that bad except it was concrete stairs so it broke a significant portion of my skin. I got a bandaid and cleaned it up a little, still took my test (got a 70 but it got replaced by the final so I got an A in the class), drove 30 minutes home with my leg aching (i don’t remember which leg it was and I’m wearing jeans or I would check), and walked in my kitchen to show my mom. Tbh, it only became a scar because I have a habit of picking on scars and fingernails and basically anything.

I’m an anxious bean. Okay?

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? ... I actually don’t know, I’ve been doing homework all day... uh I pet my cat and he started purring, does that count?

Tagging: Um, I don’t know! anyone who wants to join, I guess.

#tag games

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