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celestialrry · 3 years

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HELLLLO IM WRITING THIS INTRO AND POSTING THIS WHILE FALLING ASLEEP SO ILL POST ALL THE DETAILS ADN ADD THIS TO MU MASTERLIST LATER I LOVE TOU ALL THANK YOU FOR FOLOWING AND REBLOGGIN KISSES FOT YOU ALL (this is like right after release of hs1 harry I think hope you enjoy mwah)

summary: Actress!Y/N goes onto a talk show, and the host has a surprise for her.

warnings: cursing, kinda sorta an anxiety attack?

Y/N was nervous.

This would only be the 5th talk show she’s ever gone on alone after being in the spotlight for a few years when her acting career took off. She started off with indie films and soon made her way to the red carpet, working with esteemed actors and actress’s she could only ever dream of meeting. It was pure bliss.

Of course, fame came with other struggles like hate from the media and random people on twitter, but at the end of the day she was so grateful she had the opportunity to be in the business. She loved getting into a character, finding out what makes them click, and fully emerging herself in whatever film she’s in. At the moment, she was promoting her new film, and being the lead, she had gone on a few talk show’s by herself, but they never failed to make her sick to her stomach. Having no one to turn to when it gets awkward, even not having body heat by her side in front of a live audience and a professional host made her body rack with goosebumps.

“Miss L/N?”

Her head turned towards the door of the dressing room she had been sitting in for 15 minutes alone, trying to get her nerves down. “Yes?’ She responded flashing a forced smile to the assistant standing in the door way. “They’re ready for you.” She nodded her head and stood up, brushing the non-existent dust off her long dress and tumbled a bit on her heels to follow the assistant that was already walking towards the side stage.

They instructed her to wait until her name was called, then walk onto stage and take a seat and have the show progress. So Y/N stood there, biting her bottom lip that was coated with clear gloss and her arms crossed around her waist, her heel covered toe tapping the floor in anticipation.

“Now welcome our very special, and gorgeous guest, Y/N L/N!” She heard Jimmy Kimmel announce and took a short breath before stepping through the automatically opening curtains. She smiled and waved at the people sitting in the audience, happy to see people supporting her, and greeted Jimmy before taking a seat on the loveseat closest to his desk.

“Y/N! Welcome, how are you feeling tonight?” He flashed a comforting smile at her.

She chuckled a bit due to her inability to not laugh in uncomfortable situations. “I’ll be honest with you Jimmy,” She said, adjusting herself in the seat. “M’ pretty nervous.”

“Nervous?” He asked. “Now, why would 2 time Emmy Nominee Miss Y/N L/N be nervous?” Jimmy teased.

Her eyes fell to the floor and her cheeks heated up before looking back at him. “Because,” She dragged out. “It’s always nerve-racking being on live TV.”

He just nodded and made a joke about feeling the same even though he does this every week.

“How are you feeling tonight?” She asked.

He smiled before resting his arms on his desk. “I’m feeling good, I have a surprise for you later, but I’m supposed to ask the questions now, will you let me?”

“Of course I will.” She smiled back.

Y/N met Jimmy the first year she really became “famous” and he had always been her favorite late-night talk show host just because he was never invasive or creepy. Her standards for hosts were quite low at this point. They continued on, promoting her new movie and such before he settled back in his seat.

“So.” He said.

“So.” She said back, raising a brow.

“I hate to ask you this, but I honestly am curious myself,” He began, and her anxiety creeped up just a bit. “Now, we dug through your old interviews, and it seems in every single one, when asked if you had a celebrity crush, your answer was Harry Styles?”

She simply nodded, her cheeks heating up again, and a small smile creeping onto her face at his name.

“I see that smile, Y/N.” Jimmy said, and she let out a laugh, her smile now wide.

“So, do you mind telling us why you like him so much, or should I say love him so much?” His brow raised.

Y/N laughed a bit more, just at her nerves, and took a breath. “Um, he’s always been such an inspiration for me to actually chase my career, I mean I knew him from when he was on X-Factor to be honest. Binged that show all the time when I was in middle school and to see a boy just 2 years older than me just go straight into being in one of the biggest boy-bands in the world was insane. He’s just so passionate about what he does and I admire him for that. Uh- from what I can tell he’s just very charming, sweet, funny, caring, and…” She trailed off her rant, biting her bottom lip just a tad.

“And?”

“He’s incredibly attractive.” She finished a smile on her face as she glanced at the floor again.

“Understandable. I think he’s a good looking man myself, met him a few times and got flustered,” Jimmy jokes before looking at Y/N. “What if I told you he was the surprise I had for you?”

Her brows furrow as she looks at the man sitting across from her. “What? Do you mean like a video-” She feels a tap on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around, still massively confused, and then she sees him.

Harry standing in a simple black suit and white button up, only a few of the buttons actually buttoned and her jaw drops. “Hello.” He says, smiling at her.

Her eyes are wide and she looks like a dear in headlights before her face falls into her hands, elbows resting on her knees, her breath erratic. “No, this isn’t- no. He’s not here.” She says into her hands and the crowd laughs. Everyone laughs.

“M’a bit offended you think I’m not really here, love.” Harry grins, and she pulls her face out of her shaking hands to see him.

She opens her mouth to say something and nothing comes out.

Harry Styles, her celebrity crush since the ripe age of 14, a crush thats lasted 8 years being 22 now, and she’s only seen him on screens her entire life. “Fuck.” Was all she can say. He laughs a bit at her starstruck appearance and turns to Jimmy. “She’s not normally like this, right?”

“Right.” The host jokes, looking back at the girl on the couch, and his smile diminishes a bit. Her eyes are watering and she’s trying to keep her composure but her bottom lip is trembling and Jimmy’s now worried he’s about to have a sobbing woman on live TV.

“You okay Y/N?” Jimmy asks and her head quickly turns to him and then back to Harry. “I-fuck, I’m sorry.” She tries to laugh it off. Tries not to think about how the man she’s loved even before she knew what love truly was, was standing in front of her right now.

“Don’t be sorry.” Harry says, slightly frowning but trying to keep a happy face. He’s standing in front of a girl he’s adored ever since he watched her first movie, for Christs sake, and she’s silently about to break down in front of him, because of him.

Before he can even properly introduce himself, she’s standing on her heels, wobbling a bit, and looking up at him. “Can I hug you?” She mouths, not wanting her question to be picked up on the mic on the back of her dress and before her mouth even closes he’s stepping towards her, big arms wrapping around her waist. Her arms find their way around his chest and her head is resting on his shoulder and her eyes are squeezed shut and she’s mouthing “Oh my fucking god. Oh my god.” Without realizing she’s facing the audience who laugh at her inability to not fangirl. His head dips as he hugs her, reveling in her touch, and then she’s pulling away, remembering they’re on live TV and she can give him a proper hug backstage after this is over when they don’t have to worry about appearances.

She’s still reeling when his hands slide off her waist and he sticks his hand out and says “It’s so nice to meet you.” She takes his calloused hand in hers and says “Same to you.” Blinking away unshed tears.

“Shall we sit then?” He asks and she looks at Jimmy admiring the moment before back at Harry. “You’re staying?” She blurts out before shutting her mouth abruptly.

“If you want me too.” He grins that grin she’s always been infatuated by and she nods, maybe too quickly. “Of course I do- yes,” She coughs. “Yeah, uh, please, let’s.”

They both plant themselves on the loveseat, Y/N taking the spot in which she was before and Harry sitting on the other end, keeping a distance between the two. She recomposes herself and sits up. Harry looks at her for a moment before looking back at Jimmy.

“How are y’Jimmy?” He asks.

“I’m doing well, proud of myself for inviting you, you’re the one person I’ve seen make Y/N go absolutely speechless here,” Jimmy jokes and Y/N groans and smiles, leaning her top half on the arm of the chair, her face in her hands before sitting back up. “How about you, Harry?”

“M’doing well, was very excited to see Y/N here and I’d hopefully say it’s the same for her.” He smiles looking at her, dimples flashing.

“Yeah!” Her voice squeaks. “You’re right. It’s the same for me. I-” She cut’s herself off from saying she’s shitting her pants at the moment. Figuratively, of course, but it’s not very appropriate. She still can’t believe this. Twitter is going to have a field day talking about how flustered Y/N was at this moment.

“Have something you want to say, Y/N? To Harry, more specifically?” Jimmy asks.

“Um,” She begins, locking eyes with Harry. “Did you hear, what I said, um, before you walked out here?”

The green eyed man nods.

Her hands start shaking again and she awkwardly laughs. “I’m sorry you heard that.” She apologizes.

“Why are you apologizing?” Harry asks her, tilting his head and Y/N was going to pass out. “I’m glad you think all those things about me, plus, it’s a nice ego booster to hear that you think I’m ‘incredibly attractive’.” He chuckles a bit, but truthfully he was happy his celebrity crush feels the same way about him.

She just laughs back and mumbles a “Thanks.” Before Jimmy starts up a conversation about whatever was going on at the moment.

Jimmy and Harry start talking about something and Y/N nods her head and laughs when it’s appropriate but she couldn’t process anything. Her hands were interlocked, shaking in her lap, and all she could feel was Harry. Harry sitting next to her, Harry breathing next to her, Harry waving his hands around while he spoke in front of her. It was all too much.

Suddenly his knee lightly knocked against her own. She abruptly turned to look at him, but he was still looking at Jimmy. So she assumed it was a mistake, until it happened again, and this time when her eyes looked to him, his met her’s and he gently and subtly moved closer to their thighs were touching. Y/N let the leg that was crossed over her other relax and fall to the couch, only her ankles crossed, and she swore she could hear his breath stop for a moment, but it was too quiet to be sure.

A few moments after they both had gained the courage to barely revel in each others touch, Jimmy was ending the show. Y/N doesn’t remember what she said or did before the camera cut off, she vaguely remembers waving to the audience but she’s not completely sure.

And then it’s over- just like that.

“This was so fun Jimmy, thank you for inviting me on.” Harry said, standing up (reluctantly) and going to give Jimmy a hug. Y/N on the other hand was watching the interaction and it all hit her like a wave again. Harry fucking Styles was standing in front of her. The men both turn to her as she stands up and she gives a weak smile and mumbles “I forgot I needed to text my assistant, m’sorry I’ll be back.” before speed walking behind the curtain and booking it to her dressing room. She quickly flips the “Do Not Disturb” side of the sign on the door to show and closes the door behind her, her breathing accelerating.

She barely makes it to the couch before bursting out in tears.

Y/N couldn’t really put a finger on whether or not they were tears of joy, sadness, embarrassment, or a combination of all 3. She’s pretty sure it’s the latter though. She slips her heels off and lies on the couch, her hands over her face with not so silent cries as she tries to calm herself.

Meanwhile, both Harry and Jimmy sensed that Y/N wasn’t just going to text her assistant. “Do you think- do you think I said something maybe?” Harry quietly asks the late night host as they walk behind the curtain and into a quieter hallway backstage. Jimmy simply shakes his head before locking eyes with Harry. “Have you seen any of the videos where she talks about you, Harry?”

He shakes his head no and the older man pulls out his phone, doing a quick scroll of his email before finding video file and opening it. “A couple of interns here made this combination of all the times she talked about you in her interviews.”We were gonna play it as you were coming out but her manager said it would be too embarrassing.” Was the only preface Jimmy gave before clicking play.

Y/N stood in an elegant emerald colored gown just off the red carpet, all done up for her first big movie premiere. An interviewer stands in front of her, holding a mic that the woman was moving between herself and Y/N. “So Miss L/N, we need some juicy secrets from the “It-Girl” herself. Who’s your celebrity crush?” Y/N looks at the floor, a shy smile on her face as the quietly says “Harry Styles.” The interviewer’s eyes widen and she chuckles a bit. “I feel you honey, what do you like most about him?” Y/N purses her lips slightly before speaking again. “Um, everything? I think he has a really good heart.” The interviewer makes a joke about how she likes his eyes instead and Y/N laughs, but anyone could tell it was forced.

The screen begins to play another clip.

Y/N is sitting on a couch with her co-stars of a movie she did a year ago, dressed in a classy blush colored suit, and they’re all playing a game with some other talk show host. “Let’s see who knows Y/N the best now, shall we?” The host asks, and looks down at the cards in his hand. “Who is her celebrity crush?” And almost immediately all of her friends were jotting down their answers on a white board. “That was fast,” The host laughs, as does everyone else. “Okay everyone, flip it around.” ‘Harry Styles’ was written on every single board. “Oh my god.” She smiles wide out of embarrassment and puts her face in her hands.

It reminds Harry of what she did when she first saw him.

“Y/N! Looks like you’re absolutely smitten with Harry Styles, aren’t you?” The host asks, and before she could even open her mouth, a co-star of hers was already speaking. “She’d play his songs in her trailer in the morning, full volume, and sing them as loud as she could. It was a good way to wake us all up.” He jokes, and everyone laughs at that. “Whenever he’d post a photo on instagram, or tweet something, I’d see tears in her eyes.” Another co-star speaks up. The audience laughs again and she looks to them. ‘I’m serious! Y/N absolutely adores him.” By this time Y/N’s face was out of her hands and she was sinking into the couch. “Are you embarrassed, Y/N/?” The host jokes “Of course not, well I didn’t want to get absolutely exposed, but I’m not embarrassed to be a fan, could never be embarrassed to be a fan of him, he’s… he’s amazing.”

The phone then fades into yet another clip.

This time, Y/N is sitting in a stool, doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview, and she tears off the second paper of the question, “Is Y/N L/N…” . “Is Y/N L/N,” she reads and the paper catches after the word “dating” is revealed. She looks up at the screen, a twinkle in her eyes as she shoots a close-mouthed smile at the camera. She turns back to the board and rips the paper off, struggling a bit and laughing, until it’s revealed. “Is Y/n L/N dating… Harry Styles” She bursts out laughing, her free hand clutching her stomach.

Harry frowns a but at this, and he didn’t feel like thinking more about why.

“Um,” She begins, “Sorry, I just- do I really talk about him, that much? S’a bit concerning.” She mumbles to herself. “Yeah, no, I’m not dating Harry Styles, he would never. Though, I like how people think it could be a possibility, thats quite funny. I’ll take the… hidden compliment, is that even the right phrase?”

The screen goes to another clip but Jimmy pauses it there and turns off his phone, turning to Harry. “You didn’t do anything Harry, it’s just you being here, she’s probably overwhelmed and-“

“Mr. Kimmel? Jones needs you.” Someone calls out to him down the hall and Jimmy slips his phone in this pocket and sighs. “Sorry, gotta handle this, thank you, for coming.”

“It’s okay,” Harry assures him, “Thanks for having me.” And at that Jimmy rushes down the hall in search of Jones, and Harry stands in the same spot

Harry knows how much he means to his fans, he’s seen them sob at concerts, break down at meet and greets, and when they tell him how much they love him when they run into him on the street. He knows this. But this felt different, for some reason. Maybe it was the burning feeling in his chest when she laughed off how he would never be with her, for what particular reason he has no clue (or just doesn’t want to address it), or how he couldn’t help but pop a dimple when he heard she loves his music. He wasn’t sure.

What he was sure of though, is that he needed to speak to her again, hug her for longer, actually get to know Y/N. So he walked into the main back room, walking down different halls until he came across the one that read “Dressing Room #4” and Y/N’s name scribbled in messy handwriting on the white board underneath. He knocked a little rhythm, and waited.

Y/N was still crying, to put it lightly. Maybe hyperventilating was the right word, because she was breathing quite fast, and there was a steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. She heard the knocks and attempted to calm herself down a bit, yelling out a “One second!” Before wiping under her eyes and walking to open the door. “Eliana,” She began, ready to wave her assistant way (not that she didn’t adore her, but Y/N needed to be alone before talking about everything), “Can you come back in like 15 minutes, I’m sorry I just need to-”

Her mouth closed when she saw Harry outside of her door, his small smile quickly fading into a frown as he took in her state. “Y/N I wanted to- are you okay?” He asked, stepping a bit closer, trying not to push any boundaries. When she didn’t respond and he saw her bottom lip quiver a bit, his chest clenched. “Can I come in? Can we talk?” He gently asked, eyes running over her puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and disheveled appearance.

She nodded and he walked in, and she gently shut the door behind him. He turned around to look at her and when his eyes met her’s, she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a gut-wrenching sob and her face fell in her hands as she shook her head. “I-I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” She choked out and he stepped towards her, his hand coming to rest on her elbow. “Y/N, please, don’t apologize.” And without thinking he took the last step towards her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly, one of his hands cradling the back of her head. Her hands fell from her face and she held him back, arms wrapping tightly around his torso yet again.

As she cried into his chest, he mumbled a soft, “Breathe for me, love.”, and she tried to get her breathing to match his own deep breathes. “I’m sorry,” Y/N says for the millionth time. “I told you to stop apologizing, Y/N, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He frowns to himself, that burning feeling in his chest again. She reluctantly pulls away, and his hands remain on her arms as her own come up to wipe the tears flowing out of her eyes.

“You didn’t sign up to be here and have to deal with a crying fan, Harry.” Y/N sighs, finally looking up at him.

“Hey, I came because I wanted to see you, I’ve seen your movies and I think everything you’re absolutely incredible at what you do, and when Jimmy called asking if I could come to surprise you I jumped at the chance to finally meet you. I know what I signed up for.” He says, his thumbs rubbing the skin of her arms gently.

At his words she let out another sob, her shaking hands coming up to cover her face for a moment yet again. Harry’s eyes widened, he was telling the honest truth, and he didn’t think he said anything wrong. Y/N however, was seeing in person, how king he truly was, and it was just another reality check that the Harry she’s loved for so long really is the same in real life; it was too much to handle. “Thank you,” She sniffles, looking up at him again, meeting his piercing green eyes. “I just, I’ve adored you for years, still do, and I never thought I’d meet you, even after I started getting ‘known’, I always thought you were like, too perfect to be real, and now you’re here and you’re real, and y’know when you meet a celebrity who seems so sweet in interviews and all that but they turn out to be an absolute prick? It’s not like that, you’re the same person I’ve loved over a screen, I- you’ve been my inspiration for fucking years and I don’t know. It’s just a lot.”

Now her hands were on his arms and they stood there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“M’not perfect, Y/N.” Harry says softly. Y/n chuckles a bit, glancing to the side before meeting his eyes yet again. “I know, I know the ‘nobody’s perfect’ crap, but if you’re insistent on it, then I think you’re the closest thing there is to perfect, Harry.”

His cheeks turn pink at her confession, and a small smile weaves its way onto his face. “Thank you,” He finally says, before bringing her into another hug, this time her arms wrapped around his neck, and he bends down a bit to hold her tighter. “For everything you said, seriously, you’ve got no idea how much it means t’me.” He admits, still reveling in her touch. She slowly pulls away, noting in her head that he never seems to be the one to let go first. “Of course, wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” She smiles weakly, still drained from all the emotions flowing through her. He just smiles at that, before his hand drags down her arm and he hold her hand, wordlessly pulling her over to sit on the couch.

He doesn’t let go of her hand as they sit quite close facing each other. “Do y’wanna hear a secret? It might make you feel better.” He suggests, cursing himself for being willing to do anything to see her smile fully. “I wish I could lie and say that it’s something I wouldn’t know, but I think I know a bit too much about you.” She says, letting out a small laugh, and he does too. “I promise you don’t know this.” He mumbles.

“Okay, go for it.” She says, holding his hand a bit tighter.

“Well, after you bolted here, Jimmy showed me a few of your interviews, and I wanted to tell you that you’re my celebrity crush too.”

Her jaw drops and her eyes widen, a face that looks eerily similar to when she saw him for the first time just an hour prior. “You saw my interviews?” She gasps, her voice cracking at the embarrassment of him seeing her shamelessly confessing her love for him about a million times. It was safe to say she didn’t hear the rest of his confession.

“That’s what you’re focusing on here?” Harry laughs and raises a brow at Y/N.

“What else is there to focus on,” She groans, taking her hand out of his and burying her face into her hands yet again. “I can’t believe Jimmy showed you that, I’m never coming on this show again.”

Harry grins, a dimple popping as he gently wraps his arms around her wrists, pulling her hands off her face. “Did y’hear what I said after that?” He asks softly, his eyes bring into her own. She shakes her head “no” in response and he takes a quick breath before telling her yet again.

“I said, you’re my celebrity crush too. I’ve watched everything you’ve been in and I think y’are absolutely amazing, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think you’re beautiful, inside and out.”

Y/N’s jaw drops for the thousandth time that night.

“You’re fucking with me.” She deadpans, her face blank and mind swimming with emotions.

He frowns and squeezes her hands. “M’not, swear to you.”

She shakes her head in denial. There’s no way she was Harry Style’s celebrity crush. Not in a million years would she ever think those words would be spoken, much less even thought of.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry asks, his head tilting a bit to the side.

“I believe tha you’re just too nice and you feel bad for me, so that’s why you’re telling me this.” Y/N admits to him, a sad smile on her face.

“Really?” He asks, letting go of her hands and bringing one of his own to his pocket.

“Really. I appreciate it, I do, but you don’t have to try and make me feel less humiliated, I think we’ve already passed the point of no return.” Y/N says, laughing a bit.

“Mmm, okay,” He smirks. “Well that just won’t do. May I have your number?”

She raises a brow as he pushes his phone into her hands, already pulled up on a new contact. She types in her number and “#1 fan” in the name and hand the phone back to him. Harry laughs when he sees the contact name and saves it to his phone, then putting it back in his pocket.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Harry muses, a teasing glint in his eye.

She purses her lips. “Why did you just ask for my number?”

“So I can contact you of course,” Harry smiles. “How else am I supposed to set up another date with you?”

“Another?” Y/N questions, her lips turning up.

“’m a gentleman of course, would never ask you out on a first date over the phone,” Harry calmly explains. “So would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night?”

Y/n hesitates, unsure if this was still an ask out of pity. “You can meet me at my house, of course if you’re comfortable, and I’ll order us takeout to eat on my porch.” He continues, getting more exciting as he imagines how the date would go.

“What makes you think I’d say yes?” She teases and his mouth gapes.

“Oh fuck off.”

#I just used jimmy cause I didn't feel like making my own host up lolz #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles #harrys styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #im literally half asleep but I needed to post this tonight #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n

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dangerouslcve · 4 years

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Unforgiven - Taron Egerton

Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: There is something so achingly familiar about Taron Egerton. He captures your attention from the moment you see him at Rada, your new acting school. He is the one bright spot in a place where people are constantly judged, the students and staff are rude, and security cameras watch your every move.

Except Taron wants nothing to do with you- he goes out of his way to make that very clear. But you can't ignore nor shake the feeling that you know him. You were being drawn to like a moth to a flame. You need to find out what Taron is so desperate to hide, even if it shatters you...

Read previous chapters on Wattpad @ kayegerton

Disclaimer: I do not know what college is like.. Yet. But I did some intense googling. This story is for entertainment purposes only, it is considered an AU. With that being said, hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter Six - Inner Circle

"People who are always late never understand the many ways in which they screw up the schedules of people who are punctual and normal," Emily explains to you as you both walk through the muddy grounds.

"Ha." a laugh erupted behind them, you looked back and felt your face light up when you saw Azaleas tan, skinny frame jogging to catch up with you and Emily. "Which twat said you were normal Emily," Azalea says to Emily narrowing her eyes before she pokes your arm. "Watch out for the puddle!" you come to a halt before landing in the big puddle on the yard.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on?"

"Wednesday night. Social night." Emily says flatly messing with her grey t-shirt. You look over at Azalea.

"I thought you said Social night was on Friday?" you asked and Z laughs pulling the hood of her black sweatshirt over her head.

"I told you, don't listen to me. I'm certifiably insane."

"So is this like a dance or..." you ask already imagining how graceful and confident Cam would be moving across the dance floor. Azalea hooted.

"A dance with boredom. This 'social' night is where group A performs for us - group B - and we will then have to judge group A on whether or not we liked the play or not." Azalea explains as she stuffs her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt.

"This got its name ya know 'social night', because we do get to socialize but only to your group when judging group B. Normally group B loses now because their best actor just switched to group A this semester." Emily elaborates on what Azalea just said and Z nods along. "God do you remember last semester?"

"The one where group B chose Little Shops of Horror and when they performed it they won?"

"So strange." Emily shakes her head.

"Tonight, my dear." Azalea drawled looking over at you smiling "We get off easy, all we have to do is snore through one of three acts performed by group A and then judge them on something they left out so when we perform Friday we will win." Azalea smirks before taking a quick glance at Emily. "Which one do you think it will be tonight Emmy? Romeo and Juliet, Mamma Mia, or Hair Spray?"

"It's Romeo and Juliet." Emily Groans and Azalea sends you a baffled look pointing at Emily.

"She knows everything."

"Hold on." you say tiptoeing around the puddle lowering your voice to a whisper as you make your way to bliss. "If you know you are going to make them lose without even watching them already, why rush to get there?"

Emily pulls open the door to bliss, inside was a beautiful comfortable area and the smell of pine filled your nose as you stepped across the threshold into the theater following Emily and Azalea to the third row in. Most of the kids were leaning against the wall chatting with each other or filling the seats. "This is why we rush to get here, I am certainly not sitting on the floor to watch a two hour long boring play." Azalea says taking a seat in a plush burgundy seat, Emily and you follow taking a seat on each side of her looking around. The theater was small but absolutely gorgeous.

"And not to mention if you are late you have to pass out weekly theater class notes that you also have to grade after this." Emily says leaning over her lap to talk to you.

"Thereby missing," Azalea says with a grin slapping the pamphlet down on your leg before she whispered, "The after party." Finally they got down to the heart of the matter. You laugh.

"I heard about that," you say leaning back in your seat crossing your legs. "The one in Cam's room right?" you still remembered the conversation you had with him this morning where he invited you to the party he was having tonight and during that time Taron had been walking down the hallway ignoring you - like always - but when Cam asked you to come to the party Taron glanced over his shoulder before he left the hall and nodded.

Azalea ran her tongue over her teeth narrowing her eyes at you but then she looked past you, almost through you. "Hey Zane!" She calls waving over at the tall boy stopping at your row of seats. Florence was seated three seats down from you, Azalea patted the back of the seat next to the teacher. "Come sit with us man."

Zane who had been shifting on his weight looking at the stage looked immensely relieved moving down the row taking a seat next to Florence pushing his glasses up on his nose no sooner than he sat down Florence looked at the boy with a smile on her face and began talking, "Zane I'm glad you are here. I'm wondering if you can help me with a small favor after the play. You see, the theater notes we give out are a very useful tool for ..."

"Rude!" Emily says popping her head up at the end of the row of chairs. Azalea shrugs taking a bag of popcorn she grabbed from her room before leaving for Bliss out of her bag.

"I can only look after so many new students here," she says opening the bag of popcorn throwing a piece into her mouth before tilting the bag to you. "Lucky you." you take a piece from her shaking your head smiling popping it into your mouth as the lights begin to dim you look around until your eyes land on Cam, you thought back to short dish session you had with Allie once and how she always said watching a movie with a guy was always a good way to get to know things about him, things that may not come out during conversation. Looking at cam you thought you knew what Allie meant. Their was something thrilling about glancing at cam out of the corner of your eye that made your heart soar, to see what jokes he thought were funny, to join his laughter with your own. When his eyes met yours you felt embarrassed being caught staring you felt the urge to look away but before you could Cam's face lit up with a bright smile. It made you feel unabashed at being caught staring, he put his hand up and waved at you. At least he didn't flip you off like Taron had done when he first saw you.

Taron had walked in the door with Roland late enough that the play had already began, late enough that the only remaining seats were on the floor. He passed through the beam of light that came from the stage where the actors were walking across stage speaking in posh accents. You noticed a sliver chain around his neck and some sort of medallion tucked safely inside his black T-shirt under his blue plaid shirt. Then he dipped completely out of your view, you couldn't even see his profile if you tried.

As it happened, Group A were really good during the play. It was hard for you to stay focused on the plot when Emily and Azalea were fighting in low whispers over who was better or worse. You on the other had felt this chill go down your spine as you watched the play but kept glancing at the two bright lights that lit the stage for the kids. It reminded you of something but you couldn't remember what.

An hour later Azalea stood banging on the door looking through the peep whole on Cams bronze painted colored door. "Yoohooo!" Z sings loudly laughing. "The festivities are here!" she took the rainbow boa off from around her neck and lifted her foot in the air. "Give me a boost." she says dangling her foot in the air. You hook your fingers together and positioned them under Azalea's converse as Azalea pushed off the ground using the boa to cover the hallway camera as she shuts the device off.

"That's not sus or anything." Emily says to Azalea.

"Does your allegiance lie with the after party or the authority party?" Azalea shot back.

"I'm just saying there are smarter ways to do it than how you just did it." Emily snorts as Azalea hops down slinging the boa over your shoulders smirking. You laugh and start to shimmy to the George Michael song you hear through the door. "Classic." Emily says and you laugh taking the Boa off your shoulders wrapping it around hers before she could say anything a whoosh of talking, blasting music and cams opens arms greeted them.

"You made it!" he says to you smiling excitedly, even in the dim lighting his lips had that berry stained glow. When he folded you in for a hug you felt safe and tiny, it was short lived. He turned to Azalea and Emily and nodded a hello, you felt proud that you were the only who got a hug. Behind Cam, the small room was cramped with people. Roland was in one corner at a turntable looking through records as a song from Motown begins to play. Azalea and Emily wasted no time shooting across the room towards Cam's desk which looked like to was a bar. Almost immediately Azalea had the champagne between her thighs laughing with emily as she tried to pull the cork off. You were shocked, Cam had only been back to the school for a couple of days and already knew how to throw a huge party the whole school attended and somehow everyone inside thought this was normal.

"Oh Y/nnnn," she sang climbing up on the table Roland stood looking through the records. "Get in here! I'm about to make a toast!" you laugh stuffing your hands in your pockets on your leather jacket. You blinked a couple of times so your eyes could adjust, students huddled over to the table, you couldn't see Emily but you could hear her laugh. Cam shut the door behind you and tugged on your hand so you hang back from the heart of the party making you smile.

"I'm really glad you came," he says laying his hand on the small of your back and bending his head so only you could hear him. "I jumped up every time someone knocked hoping it would be you." those lips looked almost tasty especially when they said things like that. Whatever had drawn cam to you, you didn't want to mess it up. He was popular and thoughtful and his attention made you feel more than just flattered, it made you feel comfortable with him. You knew if you tried to respond to the compliment you would stumble over your words and embarrass yourself so you just laughed which made him laugh before he pulled you in for another hug. You rest your hands on the back of his neck smiling as he hugged you tighter lifting your feet off the ground slightly. When he put you back down you smiled turning to the rest of the party as Cam's arm snaked around your waist. The first thing you saw was Taron but you didn't think he liked cam with the dirty looks both of them were sending each other during detention. Still, he sat cross legged one the bed, his black shirt clinging to his muscles. As soon as your eyes found him it was hard to look anywhere else, which made no sense because an absolute gorgeous and very kind boy was standing next to you asking what you would like to drink and the other infinitely less friendly guy sitting should not be the one you can't stop looking at.... And he was staring you. So intently with a cryptic squinting look in his eyes you thought you could never decode even if you tried.

All you knew is that everything else seemed to melt away and fall out of focus. It was just you and Taron. Staring at each other. You could have stared back at him all night if Azalea hadn't called out to you raising her cup in the air.

"To Y/n," Azalea said giving you a playful smile. "Who was obviously zoning out and missed my entire welcome speech and who will never know how utterly fabulous it was. Wasn't it great R?" She asked looking down at Roland who nodded giving her ankle a pat. Cam slipped a cup into your hand smiling never letting his arm drop from your waist. You blushed trying to laugh it off as the whole room echoed.

"To Y/n!" they all cheer and you smile nodding holding your cup up looking at Cam who was staring at you with a soft smile on his face. At your side Charlotte came up behind you and whispered a longer version of the cheers in your ear.

"To Y/n, who will never know." A few days before you would have flinched away but tonight you simply rolled your eyes and turned back to Cam excusing yourself as you made your way across the room taking a sip of the champagne Cam had handed you. You felt Taron's eyes on you as you made your way through the crowd taking a seat on the counter next to Emily who was chewing on a piece of licorice talking with Zane.

"Can you believe it, I'm actually having fun!" Emily says chewing happily.

"I'm Zane." the boy introduces himself extending his tan hand. You smile taking his hand in yours shaking it.

"I'm Y/n." you introduce yourself and he nods.

"I know, we have theater together." he says letting go of your hand and you nod before looking back at Emily. You take a licorice and bite down on it watching the party as you take a sip of your champagne. Not a great combination.

"So is Charlotte that evil to everyone or am I just a special case?" for a moment you thought she was going to give a different answer but then she pats your back smiling. "Just her normal demeanor my dearie."

"I wonder where they get all this stuff?" you wonder aloud looking at Cam's expensive vintage spin table, the spinning disco ball above everyone casting squares on everyone, and the free flowing champagne.

"Roland can smuggle anything into this school, ask and you shall receive type shit." Emily says looking over at you smirking. That was exactly what Azalea said.

"Okay all you rejects." Roland says loudly to get everyone's attention. The record player had been turned down so only faint could be heard as the room got quiet. "We're going to start the open-mike portion of the night, and I'm taking requests for karaoke."

"Taron Egerton!" Azalea hooted through her hands

"No!" he hooted back without missing a beat.

"Awww, the silent Egerton is sitting another one out." Roland says into the mic and you look at him smiling. He glances at you. "You sure you don't want to sing Tiny Dancer by Elton John?"

"I believe that is your song, Roland." he says a faint smile spreads across his lips but you got the feeling it was an embarrassed smile a 'someone else please take the spotlight' smile.

"He's got a point folks." Roland laughs "Though some of Elton's songs are known to clear the room." he plucked one of Elton's albums that read 'Don't shoot me I'm only the piano player'. "Let's go down south instead." he smirks. As the piano and guitar picked up the pace for crocodile rock Roland took over the stage making you laugh as you place your cup of champagne behind you clapping along with the beat. Emily cheered for him which only encourage him more. You looked across from you at Taron who was looking down at something, you kept remembering the image of him nodding to you in the hallway when Cam asked you to come here tonight. Of course now that you show up he made no attempt to acknowledge you. If only she get alone with him. Roland had everyone's attention captured so much no one had noticed Taron stand up from his spot edged himself around Cam and Charlotte and slipped silently out the door. This was your chance, you clapped for Roland before standing from your spot.

"Encore!" Azalea yells, then notices you standing from your seat. "Oh shit. Is that my girl stepping up to sing?!"

"No!" you laugh waving her off. "I need to go get something."

"Hurry back!" she calls as you scooted your way past cam where he crossed his arms.

"Want company?" he asked hopefully and you look at him for a moment. On any other errand you would have loved his company but not right now. Right now you needed to know what Taron's problem was and why you felt like you knew him.

"I will be right back." you say smiling before you could see the disappointment on his face you slip out the door shutting it quietly behind you taking in a huge gulp of air closing your eyes relaxing before they snap open when you hear his voice.

Taron. You would recognize that voice anywhere but you were less certain who he was talking too. A girl.

"I'm sorry hun." the very familiar posh accent you recognized.

Olivia? Taron was sneaking out to see the dictionary definition of perfect Olivia?

"It won't happen again." she says "I swear to-"

"It can't happen again." Taron whispered his tone practically screamed lovers. "You promise you would be there and you weren't." Where? When? you were in agony but you continued to inch along the hallway as you did the two of them fell silent. You could picture Taron leaning in to her for a long deep kiss. A consuming envy spread through your chest. Around the corner one of them sighed.

"Your going to have to trust me Taron. I'm all that you got." Olivia said in a sickening sweet voice and you decided once and for all you hated her.

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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Hiding. Part 66c (NSFW)

After the kids were all finally in bed Duffy stood lent against the doorframe of the girls' room, a soft smile on her face.

“Are these awesome little human beings really ours?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Apparently so." She chuckled softly.

“That thing with Emily...”

"Ah yes, you wanted to tell me something."

“Well..” he smiled brightly. “Shall we go downstairs?”

"Sure. You can help me tidy the kitchen."

They went downstairs and began to tidy the kitchen, “Basically one of the organisers at the venue came over to talk me about Emily.”

"Oh? Was something wrong?"

“Quite the opposite.” He smiled, “She wanted to invite Emily to her class on a Saturday morning for artistically talented children. She doesn’t usually invite seven year olds but...”

"But..?"

“Well Emily’s really gifted. She believes that Emily can go far. Thinks she’ll be exhibiting in one of London’s major galleries by the time she’s in her twenties."

"Seriously? Those places are huge and full of really well known artists. She thinks our Emmy could do something like that?" Duffy's eyes were wide with astonishment.

“Uh huh. She’s surprised she wasn’t aware of Emily’s talents until now.”

"Wow! Have you told Emmy?"

“Not yet. All the excitement wore her out. Are you ok to take her tomorrow? And I’ll look after this lot.”

"Of course. I'm curious to see what it's all about."

“She’s going to bring the paperwork tomorrow.” He smiled, “I really didn’t know what to say or do.. I just said yes! That’s ok, isn’t it?”

"I think Emily will like that much better than ballet lessons with Tilly and Lottie."

“Yeah I don’t think ballet is really her thing. However, art is!”

"You should have seen the face on her last weekend!"

He smirked, “What happened?”

"You remember Tilly's face that time we banned her from sweets for a week..?"

“Ah yes.”

"Emily had a similar look on her face throughout the entire lesson. Then threw a sulk that even shocked her sisters.

“Really? I didn’t think anything could shock Tilly and Lottie.”

"Did you not wonder why Emily had no shoes on when she came home?"

“I just thought she’d taken them off in the car.”

"No, she threw them in the toilet at the ballet studio."

He laughed gently, “Wonder where or rather who she gets that feisty temper from?”

"I don't know what you could possibly be implying."

“Oh you know, that famous redhead temper I’ve been on the receiving end of several times both personally and professionally.” He smirked as he hovered his lips near hers.

"I do not have a temper!" She moved her hands to her hips.

He placed his hands over hers, “It’s a very sexy temper that does bad things to me!”

"Which in turn leads me into trouble..."

“Hmm... You know what I miss most about working with you, all the time?”

"I feel I'm gunna regret asking but what do you miss most?"

“Bending you right over the desk and spanking you. And that’s not all...”

"Tell me more..." She purred.

“I miss fucking you over that desk too.” His hand moved lower.

"Well, you're in charge of the rotas... I'm sure you can find a way to get us on the same shift..."

His hand rubbed her inner thigh, “Maybe I will.”

"You're the boss." She giggled as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.

His hand moved up her thigh. “Oh yeh, so I am.”

"And I'm there to do your bidding."

“You are.” He began to play with the button on her jeans.

"Doing as I'm told like a good girl..."

He undid her jeans, “I much prefer it when you’re being naughty.”

"Do you now?" She smirked as he pulled down the zip of her jeans revealing that when she'd gotten changed she'd "forgotten" to put any knickers on underneath...

“You’re so naughty.” He whispered when he discovered to his delight that she had no knickers on. “Very naughty.”

"I was so busy I didn't get time to do laundry."

“Hmm, is that true?” He slowly removed her jeans.

She shivered slightly as the cool air hit her skin.

“I think this is something we should take upstairs, Mrs Fairhead.”

"Mmhmm, but I can't walk up stairs with my jeans around my ankles..."

“Then take them off.” He smirked.

She pulled her jeans off and threw them at Charlie as she ran up the stairs, letting out a giggling squeal as she heard him dash out the kitchen to follow her.

He chased her up the stairs and into their bedroom.

He caught her just before she reached the bed. "You move remarkably fast for an old man!" She teased.

“It’s looking after the youngsters that does it.” He smirked.

"They keep you young?"

“Yes. And you.” He playfully wrestled her to the bed with a chuckle.

They rolled around on the bed as they both attempted to get the upper hand.

“You know something, gorgeous?” He was over the top of her.

"Hmm?"

“I realised today that I wasn’t worried about the future.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.

"What do you mean?"

“About Em.”

"That's good." She stroked his cheek.

“She’s got your drive and determination.” He smiled.

"You should always be watchful of the quiet ones." She smiled.

“They’re all gonna go far you know.”

"Oliver was trying to pull himself up on the sofa earlier."

“He was?”

"He's growing up too fast! I don't like it!" She pouted.

“Me either.” He kissed her lips.

"Its so lovely having a baby in the house..." She mused.

“We’re not having another one.” He laughed gently.

"I didn't say we were..." She smiled, a twinkle in her eyes.

“Your eyes are twinkling..” He smiled.

"And?"

“Usually means you’re up to something.”

"What could I possibly be up to?"

“No idea. You said not us, then who?”

"No-one that I know of. Unless..." She couldn't help the wicked grin that was forming on her lips.

“What?”

She fluttered her eyelashes, her eyes doe like.

“Tell me.”

"Well we do make such gorgeous babies..." She whispered.

“We are not having another one. Ever. Our baby making days are over.”

She pouted.

“Sorry gorgeous.”

"Well, that's ruined my plans for the evening." She sulked playfully.

"I'm getting to old." He grumbled.

"I've still got a couple of years left."

“Yes but I haven’t.”

"Maybe I should find myself a willing toyboy..." She teased.

He pouted.

"Hmm... Maybe not. I've always preferred the older man..."

“An older man knows how to pleasure his women.”

"Women?" She repeated, her eyebrow raised.

“Yes.” He met her gaze, “But you’re the only one who I’ve pleasured in... how many years have we been together now? Eight?”

"I guess it depends on when you define as us 'getting together'..."

“Ah yes.” He smiled and kissed her tenderly. “I know you want another baby but, I can’t do it to the kids again. I’m sorry.”

"I know. I blame the hormones." She sighed.

“Broody again?”

"I think this is my hormones' last ditch attack on my otherwise sensible nature."

“Hmm, possibly.” He trailed his hand up her body towards her breasts. “I’m beginning to love our un-interrupted time together.”

"It is novel. Only another few years before I turn into a psychotic hormonal bitch in a different way." She chuckled darkly.

“When you hit the menopause? Can’t be any worse than now, surely?” He smirked.

She glared at him as she cuffed him on the shoulder. "And then just as we come out the other side of that the girls will hit puberty..." She grinned menicingly.

“Oh how wonderful. Aren’t I lucky?” He cupped her breast.

"I suggest fitting a lock on their bedroom window."

“Well if they’re anything like their mother, that’s probably best.” He moved over the top of her.

"And people think it was you that led me astray..." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He kissed her.

She began to unbutton his shirt.

He deepened the kiss, his hands under her top.

She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands on her skin.

He touched her breasts again.

She arched her back, pressing them against his hands.

He removed her top, threw it onto the floor and trailed his lips down her body.

She'd managed to get most of his shirt buttons undone but the last couple were causing her frustration.

He helped her with the final couple of buttons.

"That's much better!" She remarked, pushing the shirt from his shoulders.

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searchingwardrobes · 5 years

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Natural Opposite: 11/16

This chapter has been a long time coming, and I am so excited to finally share it! Though Emma and Killian’s relationship doesn’t escalate in the physical sense yet, some walls still come down emotionally. This chapter is also one of the reasons for the M rating as we find out more of Emma’s back story.

Huge thanks as always to my awesome beta @distant-rose, and a shout out to everyone in the CSBB for the discord chat to help me pick the song for this Halloween dance. Especially @katie-dub who recommended “Dark Waltz” by Hayley Westenra. Be sure to check out her CSBB story, Princess of White Chapel, because it is SO good! Actually, everyone in the CSBB put out exceptional work, so be sure to give them all the love and attention they deserve.

I can not fully express how much I love the chapter art that @optomisticgirl did for this. It was the first piece she made, and I was just blown away the minute I saw it! So be sure to go over to her blog and like and reblog because she deserves all the love!

Here is her other chapter art for this story:Two Four Five Six Seven Nine

Summary: Dance is more than Emma Swan’s career; it’s practically saved her life on more than one occasion. But when it comes to reality TV shows, she’s always danced in the shadows of her twin brother David and her sister Elsa. Her first season as a pro on Dancing With the Stars was a disaster, and she enters her second season determined to prove herself. All she needs is a good partner. Hollywood bad boy and ladies’ man Killian Jones isn’t what she had in mind.

Rating: M for mature themes, steamy dance routines, and sexy times (But NOT smut)

Trigger warnings: discussions of online solicitation of a minor, bullying, statutory rape, and emotionally abusive/controlling relationships; stalking; anti-Rumbelle, anti-Neal

Can also be read on Ao3

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Chapter Eleven: Dark Waltz

Emma was a nervous wreck arriving at the studio to rehearse with Killian. She wasn’t sure how she should handle the gossip. Should she bring it up? Would he? Should she just pretend not to know and ignore it? Would it make things awkward between them? Killian was always flirting with her, trying to get her to open up, but he had never actually asked her out or made a move. She liked things where they were: friendship with innocent flirting. She didn’t want those stupid pictures to mess up the delicate balance they had struck.

But when she stepped off the elevator on the top floor, the sound of loud shouting from the studio at the end of the hall had all thoughts of paparazzi pushed from her mind. She raced down the hall, along with several other celebs and pro dancers towards the room where Jefferson and Belle rehearsed. Emma was shocked to find Robert Gold on the floor, Liam Jones on top of him. Killian was trying to pull his brother off as he threw punches at the older man. Belle was crying and begging Liam to stop. Finally, Jefferson and Graham joined Killian and the three of them managed to pull Liam back and calm him down. Security then rushed in and ushered Liam, Gold, and Belle out of the room. Jefferson followed along with his partner.

Once they had gone, Emma turned to Killian in shock. “What the hell was that all about?”

Killian ran a shaking hand through his hair. “Apparently Gold has been stalking Belle. Liam came to bring her coffee this morning, and he caught Gold in here with her. Liam said he was touching her somehow, but my brother wasn’t exactly focusing on talking, if you know what I mean.”

Emma’s forehead wrinkled in concern. “Poor Belle.” She reached out and laid a hand on Killian’s arm. He was clearly agitated. “Security will sort it all out, okay? We’ve had crazy shit happen before, believe me.”

“I’m sure you’re right. I just hope Belle’s okay. She has such a kind heart, and she’s good for my brother. I’d hate for him to have to go home so soon over all this.”

Emma just rubbed his arm in silence for a moment. “Do you want to cancel our rehearsals for today? Go make sure Liam’s alright?”

Killian shook his head. “We’ve missed so much rehearsal time already. And aren’t we choreographing the group number this afternoon?”

He had a point, so despite Killian’s obvious worry, they headed back to their usual studio. They jumped right into their waltz, working hard all morning. It seemed to calm Killian to have something to focus on. In the midst of everything, Emma never did bring up the TMZ pictures.

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Emma and Killian had been teamed up with two athletes for the group dance: figure skater Aurora Briar who danced with Sean Herman, and NFL football player Lance Knight who was partnered with Gwen Pendragon. They had to dance to the song “Somebody That I Used to Know” by Goyte. Gwen had been on the show almost since the beginning, and kind of took charge. Emma wanted to do a vampire themed paso doble, but Gwen decided that they would do a dance patterned more after the song’s music video. So the number ended up being a combination of a tango and a modern piece, and the story was about three widowers looking at the paintings of their deceased wives. The paintings came to life, and the dance ensued.

Killian argued that after Emma’s incredible choreography with “Heart Shaped Box,” she should have more say. But Emma pulled him aside to talk him down.

“This is supposed to be fun,” she hissed at him.

“Your idea was way better, Swan,” he argued, “and the judges still score this dance.”

“That’s sweet of you to say,” Emma told him, “but Gwen’s been on this show for a really long time. She’s already won the mirror ball twice and gotten three Emmy nominations for her choreography.”

Killian’s jaw clenched. Lance teasingly asked if they were finished kissing in the corner. Emma turned bright red, thinking back to those TMZ pictures they had never discussed.

“Shut up, Lance!” Emma shot back.

Killian deflated and gave Emma a sheepish smile as he scratched behind his ear.

“Sorry, love, I just see so much talent in you. I hate to see it underappreciated.”

Emma felt her heart soar at his words. She had worked so hard for so many years, yet always felt under other people’s shadows. Namely her brother’s and her sister’s. The fact that Killian saw so much in her was both encouraging and terrifying.

They went back to the rest of the group, and Killian behaved himself. He and Aurora were the stronger celebs when it came to picking up the choreography, but Lance was determined, as athletes usually were on the show. Killian provided good balance for the two intense competitors, getting both Aurora and Lance to laugh and enjoy the group dynamic. Emma marveled at his ability to get along with everyone so easily. She wished she had that quality.

The rest of the days leading up to the Halloween episode flew by. They filmed the requisite clips of their team trash-talking the other one and pretending to “spy” on the other group’s rehearsals. In the frenetic pace of everything, those pictures on TMZ never came up. Even the media seemed to lose interest as news that Belle French had put out a restraining order on Robert Gold consumed everyone’s attention. Killian had been worried that Gold would press assault charges against his brother, but when the obsessive content of the man’s texts and emails to Belle became public, the billionaire had other things on his mind. And Emma hated herself for even thinking it, but part of her was glad that the drama with Gold would be at the forefront of everyone’s minds in the studio come Monday afternoon.

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Emma and Killian, for the first time all season, were scheduled to dance first for the Halloween episode. The set department, like every Halloween, had outdone themselves. Emma had asked for a graveyard, and they had delivered. A black iron gate flanked the dance floor, and in between were an assortment of tombstones. Dry ice sent fog billowing throughout the scene.

“Did they have to use my actual name?” Killian whispered in her ear as she took her place in front of the largest of the tombstones. It read in large, block letters: “Killian Jones.”

Emma just shrugged at him. “Better you than me,” she teased, “now go find your mark.”

He squeezed her hand before walking to the other side of the dance floor and taking his place behind one of the iron gates. The premise of their dance was fairly simple: Emma was a bride widowed on her wedding day. The costume department had made her a gorgeous lace wedding gown that was tattered and stained with blood. Black roses adorned her hair, which was down in a messy mass of curls. Killian, the deceased groom, was dressed in a tux that was in similar shape, and the makeup department had rubbed his skin with white foundation. But the truly gruesome part were the bloody wounds they had added to his face.

“The makeup team sort of knocked the handsome out of me,” he had joked to Emma when she first saw him.

Emma had just shaken her head and laughed. “No make-up artist is that good.” She swore she could see him blush through his heavy foundation.

The video package this week was fairly innocuous. It focused more on the storyline of their dance and silly Halloween jokes than on the actual content of their rehearsals. As it wound to a close, Emma knelt before the tombstone, a black rose in her hand. Camera angles would make it appear to the viewing audience at home that Killian’s ghost appeared out of nowhere to dance with her.

The strains of “Dark Waltz” by Hayley Westenra began to play as Emma set the rose on top of the tombstone. As she always did when performing, Emma reached deep inside of her, to emotions that she normally kept buried. My character has lost her lover, Emma lectured herself internally, She’s alone and grieving.

Later, Emma would try to pinpoint exactly what opened the floodgates of pain, but she could never decide if were the first melancholy notes of music or the gentle touch of Killian’s hand on her shoulder. Whatever it was, she danced the waltz with a raw emotion she had never experienced before. It wasn’t just the grieving widow who was desperate to hold onto her lover, it was Emma as well. Killian fed off her energy, and they both grasped for one another in an almost desperate way. It was truly a dark waltz, just like the song said.

At the end, when Emma spun back around to find Killian’s “ghost” suddenly gone, her own choreography called for her to collapse to the ground in grief. It didn’t, however, call for tears. Yet they came anyway. Something about the character being so utterly, completely alone - abandoned forever -tore at Emma in a way she couldn’t explain. Emma choked, attempting to hold the tears at bay, yet they streamed down her face anyway. She put a trembling hand to her mouth, taking deep breaths through her nose, but they wouldn’t stop. Soon, Killian was there, helping her up to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest where her tears wet his shirt.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, making no move to steer her towards the judges.

Emma took a long, shaky breath and nodded as the tears finally stopped flowing. She gave Killian a wobbly smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He gave her a gentle smile in return, reaching up to brush her tears away with his knuckles. “Are you sure, love?”

She nodded, her cheeks flooding with heat. She turned towards the judges with shaky steps, Killian’s arm a strong support at her waist. The judges and most of the audience were on their feet. Marco asked her a question – something about her emotions - and she stumbled over some kind of answer about being swept away by the story. She wasn’t entirely sure due to the roaring in her ears. She barely registered what any of the judges said. Tiana had to deduct points for an illegal lift, but otherwise, the feedback was positive. Upstairs, the roaring in her ears continued as Ashley interviewed them. It mostly consisted of Ashley marveling over Killian’s disturbing makeup. Emma had a feeling her partner was trying to intentionally pull the attention away from her and her emotional outburst because he laughed and teased Ashley for several minutes about his fake bloodied face. Then the scores were announced: two tens and a nine. Emma was still numb as Killian grabbed her in a tight hug, pulling her up off her feet. The second Ashley announced a commercial break, Emma dashed for the backstage area, ripping off her mic as she went.

Emma found a corner behind the plywood sets and lowered herself shakily to the cold concrete floor. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in the circle of her arms. She felt the black roses atop her head slip down over one ear.

“Please mates,” she heard Killian’s voice behind her, “give her some bloody privacy.”

She felt his hand on her shoulder, and thinking back to the start of their dance, shuddered at his touch. “I sent the camera guys away,” he told her softly, “so if you want to tell me what happened out there –“

“No,” Emma cut him off, “I don’t.”

“I’d like to help –“

“Killian,” she snapped, “leave me alone. Please.”

She heard him release a long sigh, then his hand slipped from her shoulder. It fell silent around her again, and she assumed he had done as she had asked. Then a hand touched her elbow.

“Damn it, Killian, I said –“ Emma’s words died on her lips when she lifted her face to see her brother kneeling beside her. “Oh,” she muttered sheepishly, pushing hair out of her face, “I didn’t know it was you.”

David shifted so he was sitting on the floor next to her, his arm around her. Emma sagged against him, resting her head on his shoulder like she used to when she was a kid. For several minutes, they just sat there. Ariel appeared at the far end of the corridor, her silhouette outlined by the stage lights behind her.

“David, we’ve got a troupe dance in five!”

“Gimme a minute!” he snapped back in irritation. Ariel shrugged and headed back towards the stage.

Emma dug an elbow into her brother’s ribs. “You better get going.”

David made no move to leave. Finally, he leaned over and whispered against her hair. “It was about Neal, wasn’t it?”

Emma stiffened.

“You don’t have to be so tough, Emma,” he told her gently.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Emma groaned, “and the last thing I want to do is talk about this on some therapist’s couch.”

David actually chuckled. “Oh, I think Mom and I have given up on trying to get you to do that. But you know, you’ve got a family of four people. Five, if you count Mary Margaret, which she would. And not one of us would mind being a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear. We may not be a conventional family, but we all love you.”

“David, come on!” It was now Ruby shouting for her brother.

“Go,” she told him, giving him a shove, “before you get fired.”

He kissed the top of her head and left her. Emma yanked the crown of depressing flowers off her head and threw them aside. Black roses. No wonder it brought back memories of Neal.

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It was past two in the morning, and Emma couldn’t sleep. And after how the show ended today, she desperately needed to. The results had been a shock to everyone: no one had been eliminated. In retrospect, Emma should have seen it coming. The producers hadn’t given the pros even a hint of what the theme was for the week. Turned out, it was one that always proved dramatic: partner switch week. Instead of dancing with Killian, she had been paired with baseball player August Booth. Emma groaned as she stirred her hot chocolate. Baseball players were notoriously stiff dancers. It could be Leroy all over again. At least the guy was attractive.

Emma shuffled over to the couch and settled down with a heavy quilt draped across her legs. She took a sip of her cocoa as she sagged against the cushions. Retrospection wasn’t one of Emma’s strengths, but she attempted to at least pin down what was bothering her. Knowing she had to dance with a new partner was stressful, so it could be that. Or maybe it was the second dance she would have to do with Killian: a dance off against Elsa and Graham of all couples. They were definitely going for drama next week, that was for sure.

Then Emma remembered her embarrassing meltdown on a live television show. She set down her mug and buried her head beneath the covers. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t sleep because her emotions were too close to the surface. Fear and pain that she had pushed aside for ten years had come bubbling up without warning. Why now?

Emma’s phone, which was lying on the coffee table, lit up with a text message. She snatched it up, curious as to who would be contacting her at such an ungodly hour. She blinked to see a message from Killian.

I’m outside, but I didn’t want to wake anyone up.

Emma’s brow furrowed in surprise. Everything okay?

I’m actually here because I’m worried YOU aren’t okay.

Emma let out a long breath. She gnawed on her lower lip, considering, then rose from the couch with the quilt still wrapped around herself. She opened the door to see Killian on the other side, his gaze hesitant. She was surprised to see him in a baseball cap.

“How did you even know I would be up?” she whispered.

He shrugged. “Lucky guess? You seemed pretty shaken up today.” He shuffled his feet, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “And I couldn’t sleep either.”

Emma gave him a teasing smile. “That worried about switching partners?”

He smiled back. “Maybe I am. I’m sure Jasmine is a fine dancer, but there’s only one Emma Swan.”

Emma felt inexplicably shy all of a sudden, standing there in her plaid pajamas with a ratty old quilt draped over her shoulders. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Look, Killian, everyone’s asleep –“

“I know,” he interrupted quickly, “I was wondering if you’d come with me.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Not really in the mood for partying.”

He shook his head, his eyes sparkling. “I had something else in mind. You can even stay in your PJs, and . . . are those wookie slippers?”

Emma chuckled as she shuffled her feet, “A Christmas present from Henry.”

“Ah, I see.” She suddenly realized that Killian himself was in a long sleeve tee and jeans, in addition to the cap. It was the most casual she had ever seen him.

“Um,” Emma mumbled, letting go of one end of the quilt so she could tuck her wayward hair behind her ears, “I’ll go change. Just wait here.”

Emma quickly threw on a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt, then pulled her hair into a messy ponytail. She slipped into a pair of flip flops, joined Killian outside, and they headed downstairs to his car.

“Never seen you in a hat,” she commented.

He shrugged. “I didn’t want any more pictures getting out.”

Emma felt herself blush as he opened his car door for her. “So you saw those.”

“Aye,” he said as he slid behind the driver’s wheel, “I’ve gotten used to that sort of thing, but I know you’re not. I hope you weren’t too upset by it.”

“I was at first, but nothing came of it, so . . . “ Emma trailed off, unsure what else to say. The pictures honestly seemed like a whole lot of nothing compared to the memories that wouldn’t quit invading her mind since their waltz that afternoon. Silence settled between them, but not an uncomfortable one. Emma leaned her head against the window, looking up at the hazy LA sky.

“I just want you to know,” Killian said softly, “that I’m doing this as a friend. I can tell your heart is troubled, and I’d like to help if I can.”

Emma turned to examine his profile as he concentrated on driving. She pulled her knees to her chest as she took in the sincerity of his expression. Neal had made her cynical, untrusting, and yet here she was driving through LA with an actor of all people at 2:30 in the morning. She closed her eyes and waited for the panic to set in. She was shocked when it never came.

The rest of the twenty minute drive was a quiet one. Finally, Killian pulled up to a marina on the coast where a row of sleek yachts were moored. Emma got out, eager to feel the sea breeze on her face. Killian came to walk beside her, resting his hand at the small of her back to guide her up the pier.

“You have a boat?”

“Aye,” Killian answered, stopping in front of a yacht with gold trim and the name The Jewel of the Realm painted on the side in navy blue, “and here she is.”

“She’s not The Jolly Roger?” Emma teased as he helped her on board.

“No, but Jewel of the Realm,” he replied, emphasizing the first letters, “see what I did there?”

Emma nodded, “I get it.”

“Now, Swan,” Killian told her, guiding her up a ladder to a deck area on top of the yacht, “I want you to relax while I get us out a little ways from shore.”

Emma looked at the pile of cushions and blankets artfully scattered around. She arched a brow at Killian. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

Killian reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his expression earnest. “I meant what I said in the car. I find the sea calming. That’s all I want to give you, Emma. A little bit of peace from your troubles. If I can.”

Emma swallowed nervously, taking a quick step back. She hadn’t been expecting him to sidestep such an open invitation to an innuendo. This kind offering of friendship was almost harder to deal with than his flirting. Emma masked her discomfort with a joke. “Well that’s good because I may just fall asleep.”

Killian ducked his head with a soft chuckle. “If so, then my work here is done.”

He turned to go down to the wheel, but Emma stopped him. “Wait. You – you’ll come back up in a few minutes, right?”

He smiled softly. “Aye, love, as soon as I lay anchor.”

Once he had left, Emma sank down to the cushions and drew a blanket around herself. The air here on the water was a bit chillier than in the city. She leaned back, tilting her head up to look at the sky. As they headed farther out to sea, she could see stars twinkling overhead. Killian was right; it was calming. The rocking of the boat and the repetitive whooshing sound of the water caused Emma to drift off for a moment. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the cutting of the engine and a loud splash awakened her. Killian came back up the ladder, smiling softly at her as he settled in next to her. They both lay there, looking up at the clear night sky. Killian said nothing, and Emma appreciated the silence. When she finally spoke, she could only manage a whisper.

“His name was Neal.”

Killian turned to look at her, “Henry’s father?”

Emma nodded, looking away from his gaze and up at the stars instead. “I was sixteen when I met him online. I had a MySpace page, and that’s where we started talking. He said he was eighteen.” Emma fiddled with the edge of the blanket across her lap. “I was young and stupid, shared too much personal information. He wanted to come to one of my dance competitions.” Emma let out a long, shaky breath. “That’s when I found out he wasn’t eighteen.”

Still Killian didn’t speak, but he brushed his hand against hers. Emma grasped it, threading her fingers with his like they always did on the dance floor.

“He was twenty-five,” Emma continued. She chanced a glance at Killian, but his only reaction was a slight clenching of his jaw. “Anyway, Ingrid never knew he was at that competition. He made me promise not to tell anyone about him. He said people wouldn’t understand. He kissed me and told me I was beautiful. Said that watching me dance was mesmerizing. I convinced myself it was love.”

Killian squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to tell me anymore if you don’t want to,” he told her softly.

“No,” she said in a shaky voice, “I want to. I need to.” The next part was the hardest to tell. “It was always at my competitions that we would meet. This went on for a year. When I was seventeen, he asked me for a dance lesson. So I snuck out of my hotel room where the competition was being held . . .“

Suddenly, Emma felt as if a weight had settled on her chest. She sat up, struggling to breath. Killian sat next to her, rubbing her back soothingly. She put her head between her knees, breathing in through her nose, and out through her mouth, the way Ingrid had taught her.

“Did he rape you?” Killian asked gently.

Emma shook her head as she let out a long, cleansing breath. “No, but it was the night I lost my virginity. Like I said, I thought it was love. After that, he . . . changed. He became more demanding of my time, more intrusive, more critical. It became harder and harder to hide things from Ingrid, but Neal kept saying that she would never understand the way he loved me. But Ingrid knew something was wrong. I was skipping rehearsals, my grades were dropping, I was tired all the time. She and I were always fighting. It was the same with David and my sisters. I started pulling away from them. Neal encouraged it. Only now can I see that he wasn’t who he said he was.”

By the time Emma finished, tears were pouring down her face. She turned towards Killian, who let her fall against his chest as ugly sobs tore at her. She hadn’t cried like this in over ten years. His arms tightened around her.

“I’m so sorry, Emma,” he told her brokenly. “Does he know about Henry?”

Emma pulled back, rolling her eyes as she scrubbed at her tear-stained cheeks. “Why do you think he disappeared? I told him I was pregnant, and that was it. I couldn’t reach him; not online, not by phone. It was like he took what he wanted from me, and when things got complicated, just like that, he was gone.”

Killian said nothing, putting his arm around her again and drawing her close. She rested her cheek against his chest and listened to the soothing sounds of the water.

“I guess, that dance. . . Neal left me broken. Somehow, I tapped into that pain today.”

Killian still didn’t let her go, and Emma felt herself go limp against him. She had never felt so safe in a man’s arms before. “Did he go to jail?” Killian asked.

“No,” Emma breathed out shakily, “I was so freaked out, it was weeks before I told Ingrid about the baby. By then, I had deleted my MySpace page. I just wanted to erase him from my life. Maybe his name wasn’t even Neal. Who knows?”

“But you didn’t let him stop you from dancing. You are so strong, Emma Swan.”

“And I have Henry,” she added, a wistful smile spreading across her face. “Being a dancer, and young, I was pretty far along before I knew about him. When I saw his little hands and feet on that ultrasound, I knew I could never give him up.”

“Does he know?”

Emma nodded. “I’ve always tried to be honest with him; explaining things as he was old enough to understand them. And he’s had a heck of an internet safety talk, believe me. Multiple times.”

“He’s a tough lad,” Killian said, “like his mother.”

Emma pulled away from Killian’s embrace, brushing at tendrils of hair that had stuck to her wet cheeks. “Ugh. I’m not acting so tough right now.”

“I disagree, Emma,” Killian told her, “I’ve never seen such strength.”

#csbb #csbb fic #csbb 2018 #cs ff #cs modern au #dancing with the stars au #enemies to friends to lovers #Natural Opposite #searching wardrobes

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siriuslybuckybarnes · 6 years

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Always (Bucky x OFC) Part 10/12

AN: I hate straying from the movie or universe I’m writing in when it comes to gifs, but I’ve accepted that I have to. Look at this man. This gorgeous man who I love with all my heart.

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Her grin was wide as she stared through the scope, watching as Steve plowed through the soldiers one-by-one.

This was her first mission where she wasn’t just the strategist, and so far, Steve hadn’t even needed her help. But her eyes stayed trained on their surroundings, prepared for any threat that might appear.

Within minutes, that threat came in the form of a man stationed behind a tree at Steve’s back. With a quick breath, Emilia disposed of him bia headshot and Steve turned to give her a two-fingered salute.

Bucky turned briefly, pride on his face evident when he realized it had only taken her one shot.

She quickly moved to her next perch, watching carefully as they executed the plan almost flawlessly. Honestly, at this point, nothing less was expected of Steve. Within a week, they would no longer have a set camp, as Steve and his Howling Commandos would be pushing the Nazis back.

When they returned to the basecamp, Bucky pulled her into a tight hug and hummed appreciatively.

“All that practice has paid off,” he said into her hair. “You’re almost a better shot than me.”

Emilia rolled her eyes, but still sank into the hug and took a deep breath. He smelled like gunpowder and sweat.

They hadn’t spoken about their kiss the last time he had walked her back from the bar, and Emilia was hesitant to breach the subject herself. But it was only a matter of time before the conversation happened.

“I am a better shot than you are,” she replied, her voice muffled by his jacket. “That’s why I’m the sniper now.”

He chuckled and squeezed her tighter, “Keep tellin’ yourself that, Doll.”

Mario’s was full.

Bucky and Steve had parted with her almost as soon as they walked in, moving towards the bar to order the drinks and asking her to find a table big enough for the entire Howling Commandos team.

Just as she took her seat at the only empty table in the entire place, a hand appeared on her shoulder.

“Sorry miss,” a voice said, obviously not sorry. “But this table is already taken.”

She turned her head so she could stare at the hand on her shoulder, raising her eyebrows as a sign that he should remove it.

He didn’t.

“Really?” she asked, still staring at him hand. “No one was sitting at it, and it was clean of anything. Seemed pretty open to me.”

“Well,” the man replied, his voice condescending. “My friends and I were just about to sit down. But, I think we’d be willing to let you sit with us. Beautiful doll like yourself shouldn’t have to sit all alone.”

Her gaze shifted to his face, to see him smiling at her as he spoke. He was getting on her nerves.

“I had no intention of sitting alone,” she said, letting a fake smile overtake her face. “Thank you so much for the offer, but I’m afraid this table is mine, seeing as I sat down first.”

He chuckled lightly, stepping closer, “Come on, dollface.” His hand came up to caress her cheek. “We don’t mind if you sit with us, though I don’t think we’ll have enough chairs, so you’ll have to sit in my lap.”

She clenched her jaw, if he called her doll one more time she was going to break his everything. From the corner of her eye, she saw a couple of his friends sit down across from her, and another was standing behind him, smirking.

Like hell were they gonna get the table now.

“Oh,” she said, pretending to contemplate his offer. “Well, I do mind. This table is mine. You’ll have to find another.”

His smile faltered as she spoke and he sighed, “We can reach an agreement here sweetheart, I know we can.” He took her right hand in his and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss against the back of her hand. “My name’s Daniel.”

“Emilia,” she replied, pulling her hand back.

“I think I like dollface better,” he replied, winking at her and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. He honestly thought that was a compliment. “But, either way, I can assure you that this table belongs to my friends and I tonight. Like I said earlier though, you’re welcome to sit with us. We’d love to have the company of a beautiful dame such as yourself.”

Emilia sighed lightly, acting as if she was actually considering what he had offered as she tried to keep from losing her temper. She really wasn’t in the mood for a fight.

“Really,” he continued, not leaving her a chance to reply. “Don’t see very many American women around here, your company would really be a fresh treat for us, doll.”

That caused her to snap. The condescending tone, coupled with his mindlessly stupid words killed the rest of her temper and she shoved him away from her body, her eyes hardening coldly.

“Like I said before,” she grit out, glaring at him. “I claimed this table first, and I won’t be joining you and your pig friends because you think I’m some call girl. Now leave me alone.” She turned away, crossing her arms and ignoring the shocked expression on his face.

“I don’t-” he sputtered, before pulling her to her feet and gripping her bicep firmly. “Listen doll,” he growled. “I tried to do this the nice way, but if you want me to force you, I will.” He sat down in her seat, and proceeded to try to pull her into his lap.

“Like hell,” she replied harshly, yanking herself free. “I told you to get away from me.”

Of course this had to happen. Of course she would get into a fight as soon as they got to the bar.

She briefly wondered where Steve and Bucky were, or even the rest of the Commandos. Though she could take care of herself, she knew men wouldn’t approach her like this if another man was with her.

As if her thoughts had summoned him, Bucky walked up with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, his eyes narrowing when he saw Daniel pulling on Emilia’s arm.

“Why can’t you just be reasonable here, doll?” Daniel asked as he tried to yank her down. “There are more of us than there are of you, we obviously need the table more than you do. Just sit down and enjoy the night with us, I can make it worth your while!”

Bucky let out a low growl and grabbed Daniel’s hand, ripping it away from Emilia just as she slapped the man. It wasn’t as strong as her right hook, but it did enough to shock him and Bucky snorted.

“A slap?” he asked, rolling his eyes. “Shoulda punched him, Em.” He pulled Daniel from his seat and pushed him away, eyeing him coldly. “There a reason you’re manhandlin’ her?”

Daniel glared at Bucky, “She was being a bitch,” he replied. “I had this table first.”

“In my experience,” Bucky said, taking a step towards him. “Refusing to sit in someone’s lap doesn’t make a lady a bitch, it makes the man a pig.”

Emilia placed her hand on Bucky’s shoulder, pulling him back. “Don’t start a fight.”

He turned to look at her over his shoulder, making a show of rolling his eyes at her. “He started the fight when he messed with you, Em.” Turning back to Daniel, he raised his eyebrows. “You wanted a fight, you got one punk.”

Daniel laughed, “You? Against me? You’ll lose.”

It was Emilia’s turn to laugh, unable to fight the giggles that suddenly appeared in her throat.

Daniel stepped towards her, but Bucky stopped him with a punch to his gut.

“The lady said to walk away,” he growled. “Now. Before I lose my temper with you.”

Daniel shoved Bucky off, preparing to punch him back, but Steve’s hand appeared and caught it midair.

“Is there a problem here, Emmy?” he asked, staring down at Daniel. “Is he bothering you?”

Daniel laughed again, retrieving his fist from Steve’s hand as he cackled.

“So you’re already a whore for these two, huh?” he asked. “That’s why you wouldn’t budge. You’re just a cheap night for these two.”

Steve’s eyes hardened at Daniel’s words, and he took a threatening step forward.

“Insult my sister one more time,” he said darkly. “Do it and see what happens.”

The blood drained from Daniel’s face as Bucky stepped forward as well and he quickly stepped back, almost running into another table.

“I’ll go,” he stammered out. “I’ll go.”

Steve watched him until he was out of sight, his friends following after him quickly, and Bucky turned to check on Emilia.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked, examining her bicep. There was a small bruise from his grip, but other than that Emilia didn’t feel anything.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “I was taking care of him.”

Bucky grinned down at her, “I know you were, but nobody calls you Doll but me.” He pulled another chair out, taking a seat as she did the same next to him. Steve turned slowly and sat down as well, shaking his head lightly. Bucky draped his arm around Emilia’s shoulders and pulled her close, moving his chair so it was closer to hers. “You’re my Doll, nobody else’s.” His lips were at her ear as he spoke.

She rolled her eyes at him, fighting to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at his words. “Thanks for steppin’ in, Buck.”

“Always,” he replied, handing her one of the glasses before filling both of them. “Got you some whiskey to help you forget about that asshole.”

Clinking his glass against hers, they downed their drinks quickly and he chuckled when he noticed her crinkle her nose.

“What is this?” she asked, coughing. “This is insane.”

“Mario said it’s the best he’s got,” Bucky replied. “Said only the best for his ‘figlia.’” She smiled at his words, and refilled their glasses.

“Alright then,” she said, raising her eyebrows at Steve and motioning for him to give her his glass. “Hand it over, Stevie.” He slid his glass towards her and she poured him a shot. “Saluti,” she cheered as they raised their glasses.

Bucky grinned, his arm around her shoulders tightening as they heard the voices of the other Commandos approaching.

“Took ya long enough!” Steve called, his eyes brightening at the sight of his friends. “Beer’s getting warm!”

They began conversation, and Emilia thought she would have a few minutes to her thoughts, but Bucky’s lips were suddenly at her ear again. “You sure you’re okay?” he whispered, causing her to turn to look at him, her breath hitching when she realized how close her really was.

“I’m fine, Buck,” she assured him, her right hand reaching up to pat his cheek affectionately. “I promise. Now, let’s finish that whiskey.”

He let out a low chuckle, watching her refill their glasses again and the others filled their own with beer.

“You were a hell of a shot out there, Rogers,” Jim said as he set his half-empty glass back down. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised though, after everything else you’ve done.”

She grinned in response, “Just doing my part.”

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angelkurenai · 7 years

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Surprises - Alexander Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Surprises

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: Can I please make a request?YN and Alex met on set of True Blood,where she played his sister,and have been together ever since.I just want him happy and ridiculously in love :) --- but can you imagine dad stellan playing matchmaker to his son Alexander amd YN who's his co star? I know Alex is super sure of himself guy, but I'd love to him stuttering and being super adorkable when he meets her because it's love at first sight for him --- Alex and his gf YN(who's also an actress) are giving an interview and she surprises him by speaking in perfect swedish ,and he can't stop the cute/adorable awe look he give her

“Welcome, welcome Alexander! It's so great to have you here!” Conan said with a smile and the man nodded his head with a smile of his own.

“It's actually amazing to be here as well with you Conan, my wife is a great fan of yours! She always watches the show when she's not working or is very busy.” Alexander said with a smirk.

“And you don't?” he asked seriously and fake offended.

“Well I'm- I'm pretty busy...?”

“Are you asking me?” Conan didn't miss the chance to tease him and Alexander along with the audience laughed.

“No, no.” Alexander laughed, shaking his head “But- but I am the one that has to find everything she's craving for all the time and it's not easy to usually obtain it!” Alexander chuckled.

“Baby Skarsgard is really keeping you fit then?” Conan laughed and he nodded his head with the smile.

“Absolutely, it cares about daddy's fitness I am sure!” he shrugged with a smile “But, sharing a fun fact, most of the time when my wife is watching the show the baby actually kicks!”

“He's a fan too? Why, I am very flattered! So you- you're the unfaithful one? I'll remember it!” he narrowed his eyes at the actor before actually laughing “Also, thank you to your wife! I'm a great fan of her movies and shows as well!”

“Oh I know how you feel!” Alexander smiled, nodding his head “How can you not be a fan of that woman?! I mean, sure I am the biggest one and you can't fight me on that-” he raised a hand, shaking his head “But did you see her on the most recent movie?” he asked as the crowd didn't miss a chance to applaud and Alexander grinned, nodding his head.

“She was simply gorgeous and astounding!” he said proudly “She took my breath away with her acting, but then again-” he shrugged “When does she not?”

Conan chuckled, nodding his head “I absolutely agree on that! Speaking of great performances, and she's given us plenty of those-”

“Which is why she deserves all the awards she's got.” Alexander said in a lower voice and Conan nodded his head.

“Exactly why she deserves them, the baby will be playing with all those you've got gathered around there right? You recently won an Emmy as well, so great congratulations on that!” Conan breathed out a laugh and Alexander nodded his head with a smile.

“Thank you very much, yes I'm sure it will have lots of fun with them!” he chuckled.

“Alright so I was saying, she's give us plenty of stunning performances, but I believe the one you might remember for the rest of your life is that of your sister in True Blood, am I correct?”

“Oh that I am definitely going to remember for literally the rest of my life because if I don't grow old with her and spend all the time that I have left on this Earth then I might as well not go on with it at all.” he shrugged with a soft smile.

“It's beautiful to hear this, I'm sure she'd love to right? I know she's backstage, we- we could allow her to appear for a second right?”

“Oh she already knows it but you know my answer, obviously, I'd love her here!” he laughed as Conan nodded his head.

“Alright guys then, let's give a big applause for (Y/n) Skarsgard!” he said with a grin, getting up on his feet and clapping as well as you walked towards them with a soft smile.

“Conan, it's so great to see you again from up close! It's been quite some time, hasn't it?” you asked with a chuckled as he gave you a small hug.

“Oh yes, back then when you were one person!” he laughed and you grinned, nodding your head.

“Agreed, but we all know who to blame for that.” you smirked, going around the couch to be greeted by your husband with a kiss on the lips and a playful look on his eyes.

“But I didn't hear you complain about it.” he whispered in your ear and you hit his chest playfully.

“Shut up.” you grinned as he let you sit next to him.

“(Y/n) how are you? You- you look a little different than last time.”

“Well, I'm huge for starters.” you chuckled “And we're only on the fifth month, I'm scared to think how far this can actually go!” you giggled when your husband took hold of your hand and locked fingers with yours. The audience noticed because they all 'aw'ed at the two of you.

“No you look great!” Conan shook his head “Well, we were talking about your first meeting, it was on the set of True Blood, right?”

“Yes, yes!” a smile instantly appeared on your face “Uh it's been pretty long since then but I am sure that none of us have forgot of hat very first day we actually met each other in person.”

“I sure haven't!” Alexander pointed out with a smile “She stole my heart that day she first walking in on set and I didn't even realize it! But now I know it and I'm definitely going to remember it forever.” he shrugged, glancing at you with lovestruck eyes and you let out a giggled, cupping his cheek and kissing the other.

“He can be such a softie when he wants to!” you breathed out with a shy smile “I never expected it you know? He's got that confidence, or at least gives you the feeling he has it, about everything! It is such a contrast now that I think but to those first days when we'd talk. Well, I was mostly talking he was bubbling like a baby because he couldn't control his stuttering.” you said with a teasing smile an Alexander laughed, lowering his head when the audience cheered enthusiastically.

“Do tell?” Conan raised an eyebrow “Really?”

“She loves telling everyone about this!” Alexander laughed, shaking his head “And my siblings always love to tease me any chance they get, and she only joins in!”

“Oh but you know I love it when you blush, honey!” you said in a baby voice, leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Well, I- I certainly can't deny anything at this point. Only because she has evidence, otherwise I'd deny everything!” he laughed “I always thought I was- I was sure about the thing I know, the things I want and believe in. That always gave me some sort of confidence, and when I was serious about something I sure knew how to approach it. But- but the moment I saw her I-” he shook his head with a laugh “I wasn't even sure what breathing meant! I couldn't stop stuttering, it's true.”

“It was such a great contrast to the guy I saw around others or on- on the media but by all means I didn't mind it!”

“Well, I was pretty entranced to say the very least.” he chuckled, squeezed your hand.

“And I must admit I was awestruck the first time I saw him in person. Well, he is Alexander Skarsgard obviously but it was a whole lot more than I thought it would be, and- and I-” you giggled “I thought 'How the heck am I going to play his sister? Have they even seen this guy?! I can't possibly look and speak to him and act like his sister! It's impossible!' and I was freaking out a little bit because I didn't want him to know I was already smitten in just a week of knowing him!”

“You never told me!” he grinned, laughing as he looked at you and you shrugged smiling.

“I guess it never came up.” you shrugged.

“I didn't know it took you so long to fall for me, I- I was-” he chuckled when the audience and you laughed, looking now at Conan “I was head over heels in love with her on the first day I swear!”

“But the point is that you are still together, right? I mean after all this time and it still feels like you have just started dating and everyone on social media or a fan of yours actually knows it!” Conan pointed out with a smile.

“I think it's because we are ridiculously in love!” you giggled and he grinned.

“That's how she always calls it, but I can never disagree.” he shrugged “All I care is how happy we are up to this day, and I'm definitely not going to question it. I- I have-” he looked down at your hands, smiling to himself “All that I need to behappy, I have my family now with a woman that is more than I could ever wish for!”

“That's so beautiful to hear, we're all so glad to hear this! You are really one of Hollywood's most, if not the most, beautiful couple!”

“She's- she's the beautiful one in our case, I'm just the awkward teen boy in a body of a 41-year-old man. That's all!” he shrugged with a chuckle and you giggled, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Aw darling, you're so förtjusande (adorable) sometimes!” you grinned when he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Vad? Överraskad? Jag är mer än bara ett vackert ansikte, min kärlek! (What? Surprised? I am more than just a pretty face, my love!)” you said with a wide smile as he blinked in surprise and utter shock and awe at you.

“Gift dig med mig! (Marry me!)” he breathed out, a grin spreading on his face and you couldn't help but laugh at how love-struck he looked all over again, almost as if that day he came to pick you up for your first date and he saw you all dolled up just for him. But then again, that's how he looked at you pretty much everyday and you were sure you looked the same back at him.

“Jag har redan, älskling! (I already have, darling!)” you replied with a giggle and he could no longer contain his laughter, as he shook his head.

“Otrolig! Just när jag trodde att min fru inte kunde bli mer fantastisk! (Unbelievable! Just when I thought my wife couldn't get any more awesome!)” he kissed the back of your hand “Kan du tro det? (Can you believe that?)” he breathed out with a chuckle, looking back at Conan who only laughed along with the entire crowd.

“Uh yeah sure, whatever you say! I only hope you are not conspiring against me or something!” he laughed as both you and Alexander joined in.

“We're sorry, it's- this woman has the amazing ability to surprise me pleasantly every single day for so many years now, and yet I find myself as awe-struck as that first time!” he breathed out with wide eyes “Har jag sagt till dig hur otroligtfantastiskt och vackert du är? (Have I told you how incredibly amazing and beautiful you are?)”

You grinned biting your lip “Du har många gånger. Men jag blir aldrig trött på det. Det är väldigt söt att se dig agera allt ivördnad vid mina små överraskningar. (You have, plenty of times. But I never get tired of it. It's really cute to see you act all in awe at my little surprises.)” you said with a cheeky smile, resting your chin on your hand.

“Gud, du är så sexig, vet du det? (God, you are so sexy, do you know that?)” he breathed out in total awe, his voice dropping slightly and as you were the only one to directly look at him you noticed his dilated pupils and how he had that grin on his face. The same one that got you pregnant in the end. You could almost swear you heard him let out a small growl but you giggled nonetheless.

“Så min älskvärda man berättar för mig! (So my lovely husband tells me!)” you said softly, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his, practically making the audience go wild as they all cheered for you. And not just the kiss but also your demonstration of your great use of the Swedish language.

“Wa-wait!” Conan spoke up as the crowd couldn't stop cheering and with a grin, Alexander pulled away and turned to face him “I didn't- I didn't know you speak Swedish?! I- I know you're not, but I didn't...” he chuckled “I didn't know that!”

“Well, I've been taking lessons to surprise my handsome man over here.” you chuckled, placing a hand on his chest as he grinned “And guessing by the look on his face-” you grinned when he laughed, shaking his head and looking down “I did a great job!”

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What are some of your favorite MTM episodes and why?

Thank you for the question! I’m sorry it took me so long to reply; I wanted to give you a decent answer but I haven’t had much free time this week. I was goingto give you a top 10 list and, after much deliberation, I ended up with a top15 list instead; I couldn’t narrow it down any further. And if anyone wants to reblog this with their own favourite episodes, or send me an ask about it, that would be very welcome.

I’m posting this under a cut because it got very long (sorry about that).

1x02 – Today I Am a Ma’am

This episode features the first of many disastrous Mary parties, and personally, I don’t think they got any better than this. “Allow me to introduce myself:I’m another person in the room” is one of my favourite lines of the wholeseries. And I love the part where Rhoda dumps food all over her lap and Marylooks over in horror. That is absolutely the kind of thing I would do at a party, if it didn’t violate every social rule in existence. (Also, Ilove any time Rhoda is in a scene with her real-life husband at the time, DickSchaal, aka Howard Arnell.)

2x21 – Where There’s Smoke, There’s Rhoda

This is the one where there’s a fire in Rhoda’s apartment, so she moves in with Mary for a few days. I thinkthis is one of my favourite Mary/Rhoda episodes, because it puts them inconflict with each other while still managing to reinforce how strong andbeautiful their friendship is. They end up fighting because they’re just sodifferent, not because they intentionally want to hurt eachother. They have each other’s best interests at heart the entire time. And theend where Rhoda agrees to go stay with Phyllis is fantastic. I love the look onPhyllis’ face that just screams “HELP ME.”

3x06 – Rhoda the Beautiful

This, of course, is the episode where Rhoda won the Ms. Hempel Beauty Contest. I have alot of feelings about this episode. I really don’t like the implication that Rhoda wasn’t beautiful when she was fat, and that she only became beautiful after she lost weight. For one thing, Rhoda was neverall that fat, and for another thing, she was never not gorgeous. Also, weighthas absolutely nothing to do with beauty anyway. But I do think the episode madeit clear that the important thing wasn’t Rhoda’s weight at all. Her problem was that she didn’t feel good about the way shelooked. And even winning a beauty contest doesn’t solve that problem for her. Onanother show, that might have been the end of it, but for Rhoda, even that external validation isn’t enough to make her feel confident. Only after admitting her victory to Mary and receiving her support is Rhoda able to take some pride in her appearance.I love this episode because it doesn’t dismiss Rhoda’s self-image issues asunimportant. Instead, it gives them the emotional weight they deserve. Rhoda’s not sillyfor feeling bad about the way she looks. She’s not shallow for caring about herappearance. And she’s not vain for taking pride winning a beautycontest. The writing (and Valerie Harper’s Emmy-winning performance) reallyemphasize how hard it was for Rhoda to feel good about herself, and how braveshe is for gaining that confidence. I adore the scene where Rhoda tells Marythat she won. She looks down instead of meeting Mary’s eyes. Her voice shakes.She’s clearly terrified. And Mary’s reaction is so wonderful. Rhoda neededMary’s support here, and she absolutely got it. Although this episode dealtwith some really important subject matter, and it was definitely inspiring and poignant, it was ultimately a story about one woman earning some well-deserved confidence, and her best friend who helped her get to that point.

3x16 – Lou’s Place

This is theepisode where Lou tries to be the happy, welcoming bartender, but he can’t keepit up, so he ends up individually terrorizing his patrons. I always laughwatching him try to angrily force everyone to have a good time. “What thehell’s wrong with you, anyway? You just sit there like a bunch of clods… Nowthis is the Happy Hour.” I’m laughing out loud just thinking about it. I thinkit’s one of the funniest scenes in the whole show. And I cannot imagine how EdAsner kept a straight face through the whole scene. Or anyone else, for thatmatter. I also love the scene where Ted tries to arm-wrestle Lou while posing for the photographer. And Murray giving Ted change for $500 in nickels was a great ending.

4x17 – Cottage for Sale

This is the one where Lou almost sells his house but Mary changes his mind at the last minute. It’s just a nice, quiet episode that I’ve seen a million times and it always makesme smile. We see Lou give Mary a lot of helpful (and not-so-helpful) advice andguidance over the course of the series. I like this episode because it’s one ofthe times where Lou depends on Mary to be the voice of reason and help him realize that in some cases, his emotions are more important than logic. And I like thescene where Lou makes Mary breakfast: a scrambled omelet, with green pepper,green onion, and… beer. He’s just so pleased with himself for it. Phyllis is also very good in this episode, in her typical nails-on-a-chalkboard sort of way.

4x20 – Better Late… That’s a Pun… Than Never

“Wee Willie Williams was the oldest living citizen in Minneapolis. There were other citizens in Minneapolis who are older; however, they happen to be dead.” Although the Wee Willie obituary scene is already enough tomake this episode legendary, this is also one of my favourite Mary and Lou episodes. I likethe part when Lou says that he missed Mary more than anyone else did, because that’s not the kind of thing he admits very often. Apart from that, I think it’s very sweet that Rhoda gave up a Robert Redford/Paul Newman movie to write obituaries with Mary until 4 in the morning. That’s quite a favour, even considering what happened as a result. And I would really love to know which character went into Lou’s office overnight and broke all his pencil points. (It was probably Murray.)

4x21 – Ted Baxter Meets Walter Cronkite

I love mostof the Teddy Awards episodes, and this is one of my favourites. This was a goodepisode for Ted. I love the look on his face when he realizes that he won. Forall his confidence before, he seems genuinely surprised, which suggests that much of his trademark overconfidence is actually fake. Ted had so few victories in the show, and his acceptance speech makes mesad for him almost as much as it makes me laugh. And his meeting with WalterCronkite was pure genius. (I wonder if Ted ever gave him his pipe back?)

5x01 – Will Mary Richards Go to Jail?

I really admire Mary in this episode. She’s scared of going to jail, andshe even cries about it, but she does the right thing anyway, without really considering any other alternative. She’s not flawless, butshe’s brave and principled, which is something I love about her. This is alsoanother really good Mary and Lou episode. Lou’s ethics are such a fundamentalpart of his character, and he demonstrates many times over the course of theseries that he’s very rarely willing to back down on things he cares about. Butin this episode, he tells Mary that he doesn’t believe in the freedom of thepress - going against everything he believes in as a newsman - because he can’t handle her being in jail. That demonstrates just how much he cares about Mary,even more than the ensuing hug. And I always laugh when Sue Ann tells Mary, “Dear, when you get out, if you get out, I’ll beright there to help you find your way back into decent society.” (I’m curious as to howSue Ann got all those tin prison cups on such short notice. Does she just have themlying around in her studio at all times? Was she doing a special on prisonfood? Does she collect them? We’ll never know.)

5x19 – The Shame of the Cities

This is theepisode where Lou and Mary make a documentary on a politician that Lou thought was shady but who turned out to be incredibly boring. The “Thank you, Mr. Mugger” scene at the end is one of myfavourite scenes in the show. Mary Tyler Moore was so damn talented. I alsoreally like Charlene, and I like the part where she casually tells Mary thatshe dated Frank Sinatra and Mary can’t get over it. And I lovethe scene where the news team has a meeting in Lou’s office to work on the documentary and Ted listens in until Lou shuts the door on him (at which point you hear his offscreen cry of anguish).

5x23 – Ted Baxter’s Famous Broadcasters School

This is the one where Ted is tricked by a con man and he has to run a broadcasting school with just his colleagues for support. I don’tknow exactly why this episode is so funny to me, but I really enjoy it. I lovethat everyone pulls together, however reluctantly, to help solve Ted’s problem.And I like Ted’s school song: “We have no gym and we have no pool, but we haveheart at Ted Baxter’s Famous Broadcaster’s School!” Short, but catchy. I also love how Mary completely loses her patience by the end of it. (“Who IS this person? What are we DOING here?!”) Although, having watched “GetSmart,” I find it very confusing that Mary is on a date with Siegfried.

6x09 – Ted’s Wedding

I don’t knowwhy they didn’t call it “Ted and Georgette’s Wedding,” but anyway, this was a veryfunny episode. Ted and Georgette were adorable, of course. Sue Ann was brilliant as thefrilly, flower-toting task manager who magically had everything together at thedrop of a hat. And the tennis-playing priest was perfect. (“Bride on mybackhand, groom on my forehand!”) The wedding is sweet but still hilarious, andalthough this is a significant episode with two of the main characters getting married, it fits very neatly into theshow.

6x18 – Once I Had a Secret Love

I actuallyfeel weird about this episode because of the Lou/Sue Ann storyline. I find it disturbingthat Lou was made to feel guilty for having a drunk one-night stand. And Ithink that if Lou had been a woman and Sue Ann had been a man, that storylinemight have played differently. But asidefrom that, this is a really emotionally heavy episode because of the Mary/Louconflict. It’s the first time we’ve ever seen Lou be really devastated bysomething Mary did. And I think it’s interesting that he just shuts down,instead of yelling or being sarcastic like he normally would after being hurt. It shows a side of him thatwe don’t normally get to see, and I have a lot of feelings about it. I also have a lot of feelings about the Mary andLou resolution scene, which is very sweet. And Ted is wonderful in thisepisode. “Mary, why are you weeping? Into a sock!” That part always makes melaugh. This was the episode that made me realize how much the show show relied on Ted to keep the show funny while they did heavy episodeslike this one. (I think the episode where Murray falls in love with Mary is another example.)

6x22 – A Reliable Source

This is the episode where Mary quits her job after Lou insists on running a potentially incriminating story on her Congressman friend. The scenenear the end where Lou helps Mary type her resignation letter is another one of myfavourite scenes. I like any time Mary call Lou by his first name, because sheso rarely does. And although I think that Mary was wrong about wanting to keepthe story about the Congressman off the air, I admire her for sticking to herword anyway. I also think it’s sweet how Murray and Ted really try to supportMary in her fight against Lou, even though there isn’t much they can do. And it amuses me that Ted so readily assumes his friends are trying toget him a raise when they’re really talking about totally irrelevant things. “Thegood Lord has blessed me with many friends… And not a damn one of them’s gotany pull around here!”

7x10 – Murray Can’t Lose

There are afew episodes during season 7 where you can tell that the writers and the castknew it was going to be their last season, and they just went all out with thesentiment. This is one of those episodes. There are a lot of good scenes inthis one, such as Mary singing in Lou’s office, Ted using Lou as aventriloquism dummy, and Georgette’s excellent dance sequence. But my favouritepart is the end scene where Murray gives his acceptance speech to all hisfriends, even though he didn’t win. I think what Murray says to Mary is lovely: “You do theimpossible every day. You make people forget how beautiful you look becausethey’re too busy realizing how beautiful you are.” It’s a perfect summary ofthe way Murray feels about Mary, and it’s also such a good way to describe her. And I love that Murray finallyadmits to Ted that he does actually like him. (Of course, Tedhad to ruin the moment.)

7x11 – Mary’s Insomnia

Apart fromthe highly inaccurate depiction of insomnia, I adore this episode. It wasdirected by James Burrows, who is one of the most legendary directors of alltime (he also did Cheers). Maybethat’s the reason why there is so much excellent physical comedy in thisepisode. Aside from that, and aside from this being such a nice Mary/Louepisode, I like that Ted actually got to get back at Murray for his years ofinsulting him. I also love the scene where everyone shows up in Mary’s bathroomwhile she’s taking a bath, and only Murray has the good sense to be embarrassedabout it. And Lou accidentally lapsing into “Up the Lazy River” while attempting to sing a lullaby is another one of my favourites.

I could absolutely go on and list another 15 episodes, and probably another 15 after that, but I think it’s in everyone’s best interest if I stop here. Thanks again for the question! And like I said above, people should feel free to reblog and add your own favourite episodes. I’d love to hear what everyone thinks.

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