#to be fair I was wondering why they didn’t ride the star whales from the beginning

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Much like Sabine I will be ignoring every other frustrating thing about this episode except the fact that Ezra is back and his actor seems so good so far.

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 26

Word Count: 4,300

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

Notes: Here’s the next installment of NR. Hope you guys enjoy! Happy Reading!

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

The days following Christmas were like a complete blur. Tyler’s family only stayed for a couple extra days, as he was off on another road trip. Thankfully, it was just overnight. It wasn’t until he got home the next day that he decided to spring his New Year’s Eve plans on you.

“Hey babe, the boys were all wondering if we were still going to have the New Year’s Eve party this year. I told them I didn’t see why not. We can throw something together by then, don’t you think?”

“And by ‘we’, I’m sure you meant that I’m going to be able to pull this off.” Back when you first met Tyler, his parties were pretty legendary, but they mostly consisted of booze, booze, and more booze. Well, to be fair there may have been a frozen pizza or two thrown in. Being with you changed all that. The parties were less frequent, and when they did happen you always made sure there was something more than alcohol available.

“Awe come on, I wouldn’t let you do this all yourself.” He drew your body close to his and started to rain little kisses on your face and neck. “I’ll call the maid and have her come over and clean everything. Oh and I’ll also pick up all the beverages. All you’d have to do is order some food and we’d be good.”

“And get party hats, and noisemakers, and champagne.” He nibbled on the sweet spot on your neck and your knees went weak, along with your resolve. “But…I suppose that’s not too much to do.”

He full-on kissed your lips then, lingering there for a moment. “Baby, have I told you you’re the best and that I love you.”

“Mmmm…not in the last few hours.”

“Then maybe I should make up for that.” He started to kiss you again but pulled back quickly. “Oh! Did you call the doctor and ask about Cabo?” Tyler always booked a vacation once the schedule was released and he knew when his bye week was. Unfortunately, he’d booked the vacation when you were apart and before he knew you were pregnant. The vacation had got pushed on the back burner, with the new house, then it was Christmas and here you were approaching the new year, and you two still hadn’t made a decision about whether or not you were going. “It’s not a big deal if you can’t fly. We can just stay here and relax, maybe actually book a room at the Omni and have our babymoon there.”

You loved when he called his bye week a babymoon for the two of you. From day one, Tyler had taken to reading all the information for new dads that he could get his hands on, that he paid extra attention to these parts warmed your heart. “I spoke to the doctor yesterday about it, and while they don’t recommend flying after thirty-four weeks, he said since I would only be at thirty-three weeks then, and that we were only going to be on the flight for about two and half hours, he saw no problem. As long as I walk around during the flight to prevent swelling, and see him as soon as I get home. So we’re cleared for take-off.”

“Are you sure it’s ok? I mean I don’t want anything to happen to you or the baby over some vacation.”

“The doctor said everything about my pregnancy has been normal, so there’s no need to worry. Let’s just go and have fun. Though I’m not putting a bathing suit on.” Once the doctor cleared you, it was the only thing that you could think of. Everyone else that would be there, would be in skimpy bathing suits splashing around in the pool, while you sat there looking like a beached whale.

“Oh stop it! It’s our friends for godsakes; you know they don’t care. Besides, I think you’d be totally sexy in a bikini with this little one showing.” He touched your baby bump, while you rolled your eyes at him. Tyler continued to say that you were the sexiest thing alive to him, even though you didn’t feel remotely close to that.

“I know no one would really care, but I don’t even have a suit.”

“What do you mean? Can’t you just wear one of your old ones?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, to give him a look that said are you serious.

“Ty, have you not noticed that I don’t fit in most of my old clothes at the moment?”

“Fine, then order some. We’re not going on our babymoon for you to sit inside all day.” When you didn’t answer, he headed down the hall saying, “If you’re not ordering them, then I will.” Of course, you followed him into the office, where he sat down at the desk and googled ‘swimsuits for pregnant women.’ He clicked on the first site that popped up. There wasn’t a huge variety on the site, but there was one that you thought would be doable, but before you could say anything he clicked the back button. “Nope, those all suck.”

“That black one was cute.”

He scrunched up his face before answering you. “What that one piece?” When you nodded agreement, he added. “Hell no, that one covered up way too much. I want to see both my babies laying by the beach when we go.”

He went through two more sites before he finally found one to his liking. It was a two-piece suit of course, with low cut bikini bottoms so that it wouldn’t restrict your belly and a low cut top that would be somewhat scandalous with the size of your breasts at the moment.  “I don’t know about that one Ty. It’s showing a lot.”

“Nonsense, it’s perfect.” He clicked on your size and placed it in the basket, then went back to look at some others. Before you could protest, he said, “We’re going to be there for almost a week, you need more than one suit.”

“Fine, but can one somewhat cover me up?”

“Only if you promise not to wear it the whole time.” Sometimes he knew you better than you knew yourself, with another roll of your eyes you agreed. Spending the next hour, the two of you playfully argued over suitable swimwear for your upcoming vacation.

Over the next few days, you planned out the New Year’s Eve party. It was too late to get the party catered, which was fine as you weren’t planning on serving a meal or anything; you really just needed finger foods that people could pick up. After a few trips, you had everything you needed to make the party a success. The tricky part of this whole plan was the fact that the Stars played on New Year’s Eve. You debated about not going to the game, to make sure everything was ready for the party, but Tyler had practically begged you to go; so there you were watching the Stars game go into overtime and wondering how you were going to get all the hors d’oeuvres ready before people started coming. Tyler, of course, insisted that you go down and meet him after the game, so you could ride home together.

Jenna noticed you checking your watch for the third time before overtime even started. “Stop worrying. I’ll help you get everything ready once we get there. Besides most people will be coming after the game anyhow.”

“I know you’re right. I guess I just want everything perfect.” She gave you a look, the one that said your best friend knows you way too well. “I know, me and my anal retentiveness.”

“Exactly.” Unfortunately, the Stars lost shortly into the three-on-three period. But as luck would have it everyone cut their interviews short, so that in no time you and Tyler were back at the house, right as Jamie and Jenna followed behind you.

True to her word, your best friend pitched in, helping you get all the food out. Players, significant others and friends started arriving right away. Tyler and Jamie handled getting everyone drinks. You’d convinced Tyler that he should give up his no drinking rule while you were pregnant for one night. Part of you thought you may regret this, but about an hour into the party; he was still nursing the same beer. “Babe, it’s almost midnight. Will you get out of this kitchen and come ring in the New Year with me.”

“Really, is it that soon already?” You looked at the clock and noticed it was eleven-thirty. “I’m sorry Ty. I guess the time just got away from me.” Going up on your toes, you kissed him giving him a quick apology.

“It’s no problem babe. Let’s just grab some champagne and join in the fun.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle from way in the back.

“Ty, I know I told you to drink tonight, but I’m still pregnant, and still not drinking.” A small chuckle escaped your lips.

“Don’t worry, I got us covered. This is non-alcoholic.” He grabbed two champagne glasses from the cupboard instead of the stack you had over on the island, probably out of habit more than anything else. Placing your New Year’s tiara on your head, he took your hand and led you into the throng of people milling about your house. Most of your friends were there, so you stopped, hugging each of them and promising to catch up after the ball dropped. Tyler found a relatively quiet spot, over by the sliding glass doors in the living room with ten minutes left. It was an excellent spot, as you could see Jamie and Jenna huddled together in the archway leading to the entrance, seemingly oblivious to everyone else around them. Most of the couples were in the living room as it seemed the game room had been taken over by beer pong and other drinking games.

Tyler popped open the bottle of champagne, while you held the glasses for him to pour. You handed him his glass and he raised it for a private toast. “Here’s to all the ups and downs from this past year, and to making twenty-nineteen our year. A year of love, laughter and new beginnings.” Clinking your glasses together, you took a sip of the bubbly concoction before Tyler’s lips touched yours in a passionate kiss. Noisemakers had the two of you breaking apart, as people started to anticipate the countdown. Tyler twisted you so that you were locked within his embrace; your back firmly pressed against his chest. Ryan Seacrest appeared on screen, surrounded by a bunch of celebrities who obviously performed earlier, though you saw none of them. Tyler’s head bent low to your ear. “I love you (Y/N).” The countdown started, everyone in the house joining in. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one; Happy New Year!!!” His lips found yours instantly, turning you back around to face him. The room faded away, as your tongues entwined, each of you simply pouring love into the other.

When you broke apart, you were both breathless. “I love you, Tyler Seguin.”

“I love you more.” You just shook your head lightly at him, for it couldn’t be possible for him to feel more for you than you did him. He was your heart, your life, and your world; and you were so excited for this new year to start by his side.

“Happy New Year, brother!” Jamie said clapping Tyler on the back. The two of you breaking apart so you could hug your best friends respectively.

You clinked your glass with Jenna’s after the hug, whispering, “Here’s to this year being the best one for both of us.” The next thing you knew, you were being pulled away from Tyler by other friends. His teammates took him in the opposite direction, convincing him to play a game of beer pong. For the next hour, you mingled with everyone, chatting about everything and anything. You had just finished up, showing some of your friends the progress of the nursey, when you felt Cash rub up against your leg. You bent down to pet the pup, and that’s when you noticed how bad your back was killing you.

Walking out of the nursery, you headed down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms; Cash following close behind. Luckily, it was empty. It couldn’t hurt to just lay down and prop your feet up for a few minutes, could it? Sitting down on the bed, you slid your heels off and noticed how swollen your feet and ankles actually were. You’d never get the shoes back on, but then it didn’t really matter as you were in your own home. As you lay back against the pillows you could feel the pain in your back start to melt away. Cash jumped up beside you before you could grab the throw blanket at the foot of the bed. He laid his head between your breast and your belly with a low satisfied growl. “I know bud, it’s been a long day.” You told him stroking his fur. His eyes slowly closed, as did yours.

“(Y/N), babe…babe…” Tyler was gently shaking you. You blinked your eyes trying to get your brain to work. “Babe are you ok?”

“Hmm…” Why wouldn’t you be ok? “Yeah, I’m fine.” You finally were able to mumble out. Taking in your surrounding you noticed you were in the guest room, though in your sleep haze you couldn’t remember why. Then it hit you. You’d stopped for just a minute to rest during the party. You sat straight up, almost knocking Tyler in the head if his reaction skills hadn’t been on point. “Oh my god, I must have fallen asleep.”

“I’ve been looking for you, for the last half hour. Why are you up here?”

“I was showing a couple people the nursery and just needed to sit for like five minutes, that’s it. My back and feet were killing me. The last thing I remember I was petting Cash, I just thought if I’d close my eyes for a few minutes.” How the hell, had you fallen asleep in the middle of the party. “Oh no the party…” You moved to get up, but Tyler stopped you.

“Is fine. A lot of people left, that’s when I noticed you were missing, but it took me a while to find you up here.”

“Well, we should go back down.” There were things that needed to be done, and the cleanup…ugh. Tyler stopped you short yet again, as you swung your legs to the side of the bed. At least now maybe you could get your shoes back on.

“The only way we’re going downstairs is so that you can go to bed. I’m sorry. I should’ve thought more about you and the baby when I decided to have this thing.”

His hands were rubbing your arms up and down, the motion so soothing and relaxing. “Ty, you didn’t decide to have the party; ‘we’ did.” You put emphasis on the word ‘we.’ “And as for the baby and I, we’re doing fine. I was just a bit tired, now that I’m rested; I’m ready to go again.”

You were feeling a bit more yourself after your nap, but it wouldn’t take much too just head to bed either. “Sorry babe, the party is over for you. The only place you’re going is to bed.” He went and scooped you up in his arms then, and started making his way to the door.

“Ty, stop! I can walk downstairs.”

“I know, but I also know you, and you’ll start cleaning up the minute your feet hit the floor.” It was true, there were still people in your house and probably drinks all over the place; it was a mess you didn’t want to wake up to in the morning. He must have noticed your hesitation to argue his point, for he continued. “See even you know I’m right.”

Sighing heavily, you leaned your head back against his shoulder, as your arms looped around him. “Well…maybe you’re partially right.”

His deep chuckle vibrated through your body as he held you. “It kills you to admit I’m right; doesn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

He kissed your forehead, as he walked the two of you out the guest bedroom door. “God woman you’re so stubborn. It’s a good thing I love you.” A yawn escaped your mouth before you could answer him. “See you are tired, babe. We’re taking you to bed, and I’ll get the rest of these drunks to head home.”

“But what about the mess?”

“It’s not that bad, Jamie and Jenna cleaned up most of it before leaving. The rest we’ll get in the morning.” As he carefully took the stairs with you in his arms, it was definitely much quieter than when you had laid down originally. His final foot hit the landing and he headed straight for your bedroom. He moved quickly but it did give you a chance to see that your house wasn’t as messy as you’d first thought. You made a mental note to call Jenna and thank her and Jamie for cleaning up. Gently laying you down on the mattress, he said, “I think some of the guys were gonna crash here if that’s ok?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t think anyone should be drinking and driving.”

“Ok, let me go take care of a few things and then I’ll be back to cuddle with you.” You smiled up at him, for having his arms wrapped around you, was one of the best feelings in the world. As soon as the door closed, you moved into the bathroom to get ready for bed, wiping away all the makeup you had on and brushing your teeth. Baby Seguin decided to give you a particularly hard kick at the moment, letting you know they were awake; while at the same time waking you up from the sleep fog, you’d been in. Shifting your hips from side to side, you shimmied out or your leggings then removed the rest of your clothing. Now that you were fully awake, you thought that you and Tyler could really ring in the New Year, and so you decided to leave the lace bra and panties on as you headed back to bed.

Taking the throw pillows off the bed, you turned down the comforter; which is when Tyler came into the room. He took in the black lace on your body and his jaw went slack. He knew that if you were truly that sleepy, you’d already be in an oversized nightshirt. “I thought you were tired?”

“Mmmm…I was.” With a shrug of your shoulders, you added, “but not so much anymore.” You crawled up on the bed, trying to be seductive, but not sure if it was working at all. When he whipped his shirt off, you knew you had him.

“Get over here.” He practically growled as his hands went to undo the buttons on his jeans. As soon as you got close enough, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, molding his lips to yours. There wasn’t even a question, as you opened your mouth for him. He moaned into you, making you weak; his strong arms pressing you close to his body, as they roamed up your back. He tasted faintly of alcohol, as you drank him in. You felt the clasp of your bra pop, and Tyler slid the straps down your shoulders. He released you then if only to rid you of the garment; his mouth worrying its way down from your neck to your breast. He sucked a taut nipple into this mouth, swirling his tongue around it and pleasure coursed through your body. You couldn’t help the moan that came out of your mouth when he repeated the gesture. Your hands threaded through his hair urging him on. “You like that baby?” He whispered before tormenting your other breast.

“Mmmm…yes.” It was all you could muster out.

“You’re tits are so fucking sensitive. I love it.” He sucked hard, then gently bit down. “I feel like I could make you cum just by sucking on them.” Heat pulled in your core at his words, and you felt your legs start to tremble. “You’d like that wouldn’t you babe. Lay back.” You did as he requested, his body following yours down. He immediately latched back on, and your pussy grew wet from the contact; while his thumb and index finger tweaked your other nipple. You were panting with need, as you realized he was right; you may, in fact, cum without him even touching your cunt.

Though that’s not what you wanted right now. You craved his cock inside you. “Ty…” you said breathlessly. “I need you…”

“Tell me what you want baby girl.”

“I want you…” His tongue flicked over your nipple and you felt yourself growing closer to climax. “Your cock.”

“You sure baby?”

“Fuck…Ty…stop teasing me.” You were begging him at this point but it didn’t matter.

He kissed you hard on the mouth. “Shhh…I’ll give you want you need babe.” He stripped off his boxer briefs, then quickly discard you of your panties. Cock in hand, he stroked it once before positioning it at your entrance. He leaned down capturing your lips as in one thrust he bottomed out in you. Your back arched up instinctively taking him deeper inside, and he groaned into your mouth, before breaking apart to hiss out, “Fuck babe…you feel so good.”

Wrapping your legs around him, you urged him to move inside you. Tyler, of course, obliged you, pumping in and out of you as he built up a steady rhythm. Your orgasm was skating on the edge from his foreplay and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were falling off the edge. Legs trembling, Tyler picked up the pace; his balls hitting you with each thrust. Moans and sounds of sex filled the air. “I love you.” You moaned out as you felt your pussy walls start to contract.

“I love you too.” You kissed him passionately as waves of pleasure took over your body. Tyler’s climax followed yours, as you felt him pump one last time into you, spilling his seed. When you both finally came back to earth, Tyler collapsed beside you, drawing you close. “That was one hell of a Happy New Year.”

“Absolutely,” you giggled back at him. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a very good year if that was any indication.

He twisted your body so that you could look him in the eyes; his expression serious, which caused you to run your thumb over his frown lines as you cupped his cheek. “I have an idea that will make it even better.” You looked at him curiously. “Let’s get married.”

“Ty, I think I already told you I’d marry you.” You chuckled in return.

“I know that. I mean like now…well not now, but like this week.”

“What?” You weren’t quite sure you understood what he was saying. Well, you understood it; you just couldn’t believe he was saying it.

“I want to marry you now (Y/N).” When you didn’t say anything he kept going. “Hear me out, cause I know what you’re going to say. We’ll still have the big wedding this summer with our families, but I just want to like head to the courthouse and make it official, now. I want you to be my wife before the baby comes.” You blinked back your surprise. “I love you. I love you more than anything, but I want our child’s birth certificate to read Tyler and (Y/N) Seguin; not Tyler Seguin and (Y/F/L/N).” His eyes searched yours. You could see the gravity of the situation weighing in his mind.

He went to say more, but you pressed a finger to his lips; a smile touching yours as you said, “Yes Tyler; yes I will marry you now.” A grin broke out on his face and you could tell he wanted to say more, so you continued. “Though you promise that we’ll still have the wedding? My parents would kill me, and you for that matter.”

“Trust me so would my family. We can’t do it tomorrow, the courthouse is closed. How about the third? I have a game on the second. We could get Jamie and Jenna to stand for us.”

“Wow, you’ve really thought this all out.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” and you could see the blush on his cheeks even in the dim moonlight. “(Y/N), I know I’ve told you this before, but I’ve wanted to marry you almost since we met. I just don’t see a reason to wait, now that you’ve said yes.”

Reaching over, you kissed his lips. “I feel the same way, Ty. I just have one question.” He raised his eyebrows in question. “Do you think we should tell anyone? I mean besides Jamie and Jenna.”

“Babe I want to tell the world that I’m married to you, but I have a feeling it won’t go over well with our families. So for now, how about it will be just our little secret?”

“Agreed,” For some reason, there were butterflies of excitement in your belly and they weren’t from the baby. You were officially going to be Mrs. Tyler Seguin in just three short days. It had been a hard road to get here, but all your dreams were finally coming true. “I guess Cabo is going to be a babymoon and a honeymoon.”

[everything-person]

Costume Credit

A/N: So something similar happened today in my class where our instructor told us he wanted us to dress up for Halloween because we had class that day half of the class was like oh don't worry about it and the other half groaned so this is what happened. 

Summary: Killian is a professor. Emma is a single mom trying to better her education. They know each other before they were teacher and student. Idk just something stupid and fun to get me writing again.

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Killian walked into his next class satchel on his shoulder trying to remember what they did last week. Placing his bag on the desk he started to unpack his books and notes. He as he set up for his class his students started trickling into their seats, he vaguely heard the occasional greeting which he responded. Three minutes into when class is suppose to begin he was ready but still he acted busy knowing she was always late.

“Sorry I'm late.”

He picked up his head to see the blonde he was waiting for. She was dressed simply in jeans, a white wife beater and of course her red leather jacket, her hair slightly disheveled but she was still gorgeous none the less. “No worries Ms Swan. I was just about to take roll.”

As he called the names, getting grunts and the occasional cheer “Here” in response, he took notice of the date. After the last name was called he took a moment to count out the classes and smiled.

“Class I'm sure you are all aware that it is October.” 

The student responded rather enthusiastically at very least he received a smile from his more quiet students. 

“And I have just realized that we have class on Halloween. So I propose we have a little fun. I would like you all to dress up for class.”

This was met with slightly less enthusiasm. Some students reacted very positively, discussing with the person next to them what they already had planned. While others groaned and shrunk into their desks.

“How is that fun?” One student asked.

“Everyone who dresses up will gain an extra 5 credits to their grade. And we shall have a costume contest whoever wins will get an extra 10 credits to their grade.” 

“That's not fair you'll just pick who has the sluttiest costume.” A student shouted from the back corner.

“How about the class decides who wins and we will have two winners. One male and one female.”

He gave the class a moment before continuing, “And... if everyone dresses up we will watch a film instead of having a lecture.”

The class was in an uproar of excited chatter and students trying to persuade their classmates to dress up.

“Will you be in costume Professor Jones?” One of his female students purred.

“Of course,” he answered flashing his class one of his famous smirks, before continuing the class.

After class was over Emma approached him, eyebrow already raised accusingly. 

“Is there something I can help you with Ms Swan?” He looked at her giving her an innocent smile.

“Really? You want the whole class to dress up for Halloween?”

“And why not? 'Tis the season.”

Emma couldn't help but crack a smile while shaking her head.

“Can I look forward to you dressing in costume Swan?” He asked running his tongue along his lower lip, his eyes scanning her body as his imagination ran rampt with all the costumes he’d love to see her in.

“Not gonna happen.”

They stared into each others eyes neither one backing down both challenging the other. Killian turned his gaze down to his desk starting to pack up his things. “What about your boy? Is he excited for the holiday?”

“He’s a kid, of course he’s excited. He gets to be whatever he wants, stay up late and get free candy.”

“What is he going to be?” 

“I don’t know. He changes his mind every day. Yesterday he wanted to be a Jedi, today he said he wanted to be Batman.”

Killian smiled, he’d grown rather attached to Henry since the first time Emma had to bring him to class. “I’m sure whatever hero he decides to be he’ll look amazing.”

Emma smiled as she nodded. “Are you going to Mary Margret and Davids Halloween bash?”

“Of course. I’m assuming I can look forward to seeing you there?”

“Mary Margret said if I didn’t show up that she would drag me there herself. But I don’t know how I will when I have this professor that insists on giving me 5 chapters of reading for 3 different books,” Emma teased.

“Its is not 5 chapters. One of the books is two pages and one of those pages are pictures.”

“Whatever. I’ll see you around Jones.” Emma waved goodbye as she walked out of the classroom.

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In the weeks following the campus progressively looked more like fall. The leaves changed colors, the wind became nippier, and some of the building had sporadic decorations for the upcoming holiday. Classes continued as usual, Emma was admit about not dressing up, students began to speculate on what Killians costume was going to be.

Then it was a week before Halloween. The day of Mary Margret and Davids Halloween bash. Killian was a bit late being stuck in his office finishing up grading midterms. Killian finally arrived while the party was in full swing. He knocked on the door, afraid for a moment that they wouldn’t be able to hear him before the door swung open to Mary Margret dressed as Snow White.

“Killian so glad you can make it.” She ushered him inside. “Wheres your costume,” she asked eyeing him up and down.

Thinking quick on his feet he said, “This is it. I’m the Doctor from Doctor Who.”

“Oh.” Mary Margret scanned his button up, tie, vest and trench coat with more approving eye. “You look great. Go help yourself to some food and drink in the kitchen.”

Killian thanked her and made his way through the house. As he did he couldn’t help but look around and try to guess who people were based on there costume. There was someone dress in a lab coat and black rudder gloves flirting with a woman in a fairy costume, he assumed was Victor Whale. A wicked witch talking to what seemed to be a sexy evil queen, he guessed was Regina and her sister. Then there was an archer, a lion, a puppet?, and a janitor all huddled together, who he knew to be Robin and David as the archer and lion.

He made it into the kitchen to find not only a table full of treats and a fridge full of liquor but Emma talking to a very naughty Little Red Riding Hood and her wolf. 

“Hey Jones, wheres your costume?” Little Red Riding Hood asked, who he could now tell was Dorothy.

“Yeah Mr. Have the Whole Class Dress Up wheres your costume?” Emma snarked as he approached them.

“I’m wearing it. I’m the Doctor from Doctor Who.”

“Oh that's total bullshit. You just made that up so Mary Margret wouldn’t yell at you,” Ruby berated as she took a sip of her drink.

“I think that’s genius. He’s in costume without having to actually dress up.”

“Thank you Dorothy. You both look wonderful in your costumes but Ruby aren’t you usually Little Red?” 

“Yes but this year I have a girlfriend.”

Killian nodded accepting  that he wasn’t going to get a further elaborations on the topic. He turned his attention to Emma. “And what about you Ms Swan? Where’s your costume?”

Emma gestured to the star clipped to her hip. “I’m a sherrif.”

“I can’t tell if that’s cheating or lazy.”

Emma ignores his comment and gestures to him, “You know if you come to class in that your going to disappoint a number of your students.”

“Would you be included in the disappointed students,” He asked taking a step closer. 

“Perhaps I would.”

“Well let me reassure you love I will not be a disappointment.”

For a moment the party and it’s attendants all melted away as they looked at one another. 

“Hey Jones when did you get here,” David all but shouted as he entered the kitchen.

Killian stepped away and greeted his friend. The party went on, laughs were shared, drinks were had, food was eaten. Killian didn't talk to Emma for the rest of the night but his eye always seemed to find her across the room.

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Halloween was finally here. Getting out of his car Killian threw on his coat and grabbed his accessory to finish off his costume. Placing his satchel on his shoulder he began to wonder the campus to his office. He was pleasantly surprised by the number of students dressed for the holiday. He went about his routine as normal, just with a few witches and TV characters crossing his path.

Finally came time for his class with Emma came. He made his way down the halls and into the classroom. He set up for class like usual, along with getting the film he had for class ready. Instead of hearing the usual ‘good morning’ he received multiple ‘Happy Halloween’ and ‘Great costume.’  Time to start class, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a vision.

Emma walked into class wearing a flowing champagne colored long sleeved dress that stopped just short of her knees, with a beautiful golden belt just above her hips. Her hair was done in a loose braided crown with pieces of hair artfully framing her face. She looked stunning as she gracefully took her seat in the front row delicately crossing her long legs.

It took everything Killian had to not grab her and ravish her in front of the whole class. Looking away he began class, “Good Morning everyone and Happy Halloween. I’m glad to see some lovely costumes. So lets get started shall we?”

The class cheered in agreement.

“This is how it’s going to work. I’m going to do roll, when I call your name come to the front of the class and show us your costume. I will mark everyone who is dressed and give them the 5 points. When everyone is called you will nominate who you think should win best costume and no you can not vote for yourself.” 

When he finished explaining he began to read names off his list. Each student came to the front of the class showing off what they chose to wear. A couple students decided on wearing themed onesie pajamas, some students he was breaking multiple dress codes, and one male student wore a white t shirt and grey sweatpants saying he was ‘Bob from Bobs Burgers.’ 

“Emma Swan.”

Emma stood from her seat and turned facing the class. She received a couple cat whistles from the males of the class and an appreciative applause.

“She’s not even in costume,” A girl wearing a school girl uniform that would make Brittney Spears blush complained. A few students mutters in agreement.

“Now thats a shame,” Killian began.“None of you have been paying attention in my class have you.” He scolded. 

The class gave him a curious. Emma turned her head to look at him unsure where he was going with this.

“She’s obviously a goddess,” Killian looked at Emma sincerity dripping in his voice. “She’s the goddess Freya to be specific. The goddess of beauty, love, sex, war and death. A marvelous likeness of her if I do say so.”

Emma couldn’t stop the slight blush rising to her cheeks. She took her seat again and Killian continued with the last couple of names. 

After the last name was called Killian stood. “So who do you think should win our little costume contest? Lets start with the females shall we?”

“I think Emma wins.” one student suggested.

“I agree. What better costume to wear to a Mythology class than a goddess.” another commented. Applause broke out throughout the class in agreement.

“Alright. Now how about the males of the class?”

The class came to an agreement that the male student dressed as MALE-ificent was the other winner of the extra credit points. The rest of class was spent watching an interesting documentary about the origins of Halloween and of witches. When class was finally over everyone picked up there things and left, all except Emma who stayed sitting in her seat. 

“Can I help you with something Ms Swan?”

“The goddess Freya? Really?”

Killian smirked, “Excuse me for my assumption but what else was I to assume when you come to class like that?”

Emma couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped her, shaking her head at him.

“So Swan why the change in heart?”

Emma stood from her seat and made her way to his desk. “Henry wanted to match. He is a knight and I’m his princess.”

“That you are.” Killian said looking into her eyes.

Emma for once was the first to look away, “So what are you suppose to be? Captain Chest Hair?”

Killian raised his left hand, “Captain Hook.”

“You don’t look like any Captain Hook I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s because you watch the wrong movies.”

They both chuckled at that before Emma spoke up again. “So listen since your already in costume and don’t have anything to do later. Would you want to come Trick-or-Treating with me and Henry? We go with Mary Margret, David and Leo and go around their neighborhood.”

“I would love to accompany you on a quest for candy.”

Killian followed Emma to her house then went to pick up Henry from school. They exited the car trying to spot him amongst all the little ghouls and ghosts racing home. They spotted a little knight with stuffed horse wrapped around his waist to look like he was riding it come charging at them. Once he was in front of them Henry demanded to sword fight with Killian to save his mother from the pirate. They arrived at MM and Davids house to see the family in matching costumes. MM was dressed as Jesse, David as Buzz Lightyear, and Leo dressed as Woody. They all had a quick dinner before heading out. They all had a great time the boys excited about their candy, while the adults commented on peoples costumes and house decorations. Only once did David and Killian have to follow behind the boys up to a house that had scary decorations, which became the boys favorite house for giving them full sized chocolate bars.

The night went on and soon it became dark out. The boys grew tired and they decided it was time to turn around and head back to the house. Upon arriving at the house, Emma explained to Killian that Henry was to sleepover and that she had a few scary movies she was dying to watch back at her place. He informed her that he was a horror movie enthusiast  and would love to join her.

They didn’t even finish the first movie before the pirate claimed the princess.

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And thats all she wrote. Hope it was enjoyable. Happy Halloween.