#she knew exactly when id push the button to so i tricked her with the timer

[lesbianlovelanguage]

Lost Boys of Starwood Ch 1

Fandom: Stranger Things Paring: Harringrove Chapter 1/10 Rating: T Co-written by myself and the amazing @catharrington​

Summary: West Hollywood California was a lighthouse on the beach for Steve Harrington moving down from nowhere Indiana. But for billy Hargrove it was a cage with golden bars kept locked by his father good and tight. They both found safety inside the darkness and splendor of Starwood, but will they be able to see the only way they can be truly found is through each other?

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“Get your fucking hands off of me!” Billy grunted, trying to squirm his way out from between two massive bouncers.

They ignored his shouts and threats, and continued to lead him outside. Once at the door, they threw him on to the street and slammed the door behind him.

“And fuck you too!” He gave one final middle finger at the closed door, and huffed before pulling out his almost empty pack of Lucky Strikes and lighting up a cigarette. This night was turning out to be a bust. The few drinks he was able to pilfer from the bozos around the dance floor weren’t doing much more than giving him a light buzz. When Billy tried like hell to convince an older guy to buy him a shot of Jack, the old geezer got security involved. Billy had just slid his hand up the meat of this guy's inner thigh a little, nothing big. No one is ever down for a good time any more.

Thankfully, the lights of Hollywood Blvd never turned off. He walked slowly, hands stuffed down inside the pockets of his tight denim, sweat from the club slowly drying on his naked chest. Billy left the top buttons open, even out on the street, wouldn’t want anyone to miss the show.

In his short year of exploration of the strip, Billy was proud to say he had been in each club at least once. Usually he was able to get a beer in his belly and a hand on his ass before he got caught and kicked out for being 17. He didn’t look it though, hand to god. He could pass for older, no problem, the earring and cocky smirk only aiding in the ruse. It’s just he didn’t have a fake ID, and, whilst Billy hid his age, he never hid his loose sexual orientation. Some clubs were okay with it and some were not, to say the least. The ones that didn’t care played the music that Billy craved. The angry lyrics, the loud guitar, the volume breaking the metal from the speakers as quick as they can, that’s the music Billy needed in his veins.

Taking slow drags from his cigarette, head down and debating about going home for the night, Billy started hearing some halfway decent music. He turned up his head to the sound of hard drums and a fast guitar start up, followed by an angry voice practically screaming I don’t wanna live to be thirty-four. Billy was definitely intrigued, and so he followed the music to another club. The neon sign naming the bar as “Starwood” and proclaiming the night’s guest to be a band called The Circle Jerks . Between the music and the name, Billy couldn’t find one reason to resist as he steered towards the doors. The chaos of the loud music at a shitty bar seemed exactly the kind of excitement buzz Billy was craving so deeply.

Just as he was poised to go in, Billy faltered in his step as a towering brick wall of a man covered the doorway. His one hand pushed the heavy door open, while the other was almost closed in a fist around a bloodied up man's throat. They walked out farther into the sidewalk, with the bouncer dragging the other man like a doll.

Billy knew an opportunity when he saw one, and even though there was a heavy thrill in seeing this fight and getting a look at the full sleeves of ink up and down the bouncer’s arms, Billy saw an opportunity. Billy used the distraction to dive for the quickly closing door.

Inside Starwood wasn’t much. The hallway was blacked out and the floor was scuffed from use to be just as dark. Multiple layers of faded posters glued to the walls on either side were a buffer to the noise, but not a good one.

Billy let his hands slide alongside the short hallway as his ears lead him around a corner into a thick mass of bodies.

As soon as he entered the main area of the bar, he was overwhelmed in the best way. The music was loud and fast, the bodies were sweaty and constantly in motion, and the booze was pouring freely and creating sticky puddles that merely added to the atmosphere. For the first time in a long while, Billy felt at home. It was easy to slide between the dancing bodies towards the bar in the back. He hung back, read the crowd, and easily snuck over to a particularly crowded spot at the bar.

He tucked himself just behind a thin woman who was already slurring her speech and snatched the neck of a beer bottle right under her nose. She was too busy leaning forward into the space of another girl talking with her hands to notice the thief, and once Billy took enough steps away she would have no reason to suspect a thing. Sometimes people let their guard down too easily at a bar, and while Billy knew about that, thankfully he just wanted to get drunk tonight. He cleaned off the lip of the bottle with the hem of his shirt before gulping it down for dear life.

There was a uniquely shaped stage on the other side of the large room, taking up almost the whole wall but was narrow. The band performing that night had the singer squashed between a massive drum set and a guitarist who held a wide power stance in tight leather pants that fit him like a second skin. The singer didn’t seem to have a care in the world as he bumped and even grinded against his guitarist's ass during a long and heavy solo.

This bar kept getting better and better to Billy. He wondered for a moment if he would have luck with what he attempted in his previous escapade. He had leaned up against a support beam covered in stickers and something sticky, but he didn’t care about that, nothing he hadn’t felt before in other places like this. Sea blue eyes scanned around the dark room hunting like a shark.

Then he saw someone, a lanky boy, fresh as a daisy but rushed and sweating behind the bar. He had long brown hair that just seemed to float above his head like a damn halo, and brown eyes that were just as big. From where Billy was standing all the lights of the stage reflected off those eyes, rainbows of colors, and when the boy slid a glass down the bar top and smiled, it was just as fantastic. Something that pretty shouldn’t be in a place like this, where the floor was basically one big puddle and the paint was peeling. He belonged on the cover of those magazines Susan read. Billy wanted to get his lips on that smile.

Billy chugged the last of the beer and marched over to the bar, waiting for a minute until it seemed that the bartender, with eyes like that damned cartoon deer Bambi, had a second to stop and wipe his hands down with a rag, then Billy took his shot. He caught the boy’s attention with a small gesture, and he had to yell over the noise, but he didn’t really care who heard.

“Hey, fuck me if I’m wrong, but is your name Bambi?”

He heard a couple hoots and cheers from the small gathering around the bar, but all he got from the boy was an eye roll, and he strutted to the other side of the bar to continue working. Bambi it was going to be then, his goal for the night, and oh was it going to be a fun chase.

He didn’t get to keep good on his goal however, because after staring at Bambi, or rather Bambi’s ass, for a minute and debating his next move, Billy felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, and came face to face with a person who was so clearly a skinhead, and not the nice kind judging by the nazi ring and the white laces in his boots, it made Billy want to roll his eyes.

He’d dealt with assholes like this at other bars, but he really didn’t want to go home with more bruises. It couldn’t be helped though, when the bald bastard leaned in close and spit “You a fucking fairy?” in Billy’s face.

Billy’s jaw flexed. This man was bigger than him,  but Billy wasn’t a push over. Hours under the sun surfing through unforgiving waves, weight lifting, and getting into more fights than he would care to remember has left him with an impressive physique of his own. Billy knew he was cut. And he knew how to win a fight. It wasn’t always about bigger or stronger but sometimes about the tricks.

“Who’s asking, big guy? Looking for a good time?” Billy flicked his eyes back across the bar just for a second to make sure that Bambi’s eyes were fixed on him. Their brown color sparkling with something intense as they connected. “Sorry but I’m taken right now-“

“Can’t fucking go anywhere these days without some faggot trying to suck dick in public. You’re disgusting!”

Billy couldn’t keep his smile under control, practically baring his teeth at this point. “You wanna watch me suck his dick, fella? Promise I’ll make it a show.” Then Billy’s tongue darted out to swipe along his bottom lip rapidity, wagging so suggestively, and it was turning the bald head on this bastard bright red. He hollered loud over all the music and noise of the bar, then lifted two hands gripped like fists in a club, fully ready to swing at Billy’s head of curls.

But then, the skinhead's shout was cut short. His anger boiled over so he was attacking all offense, leaving no room for defense. Billy easily leaned to the side and lifted his arm to push hard at the back of his sweaty, ugly head, successfully sending the thick skull of the man into the bar with a sickening crunch. That must be his nose, Billy had heard that noise many times before.

The skinhead crumbled to the ground, whimpering pathetically as he tried to stop the blood flowing from his face. Another man at the bar was lumbering over to haul the man up, maybe another security guy, maybe the same one from the door, Billy wasn’t watching. He only had eyes for Bambi, turning in place to stare at the bartender.

The sweet brunette bartender had obviously heard and seen what Billy did, and it worked like a charm. He leaned one hand on the bar and another against his hip, fingers coiled tight around the part where his shirt was tucked into tight denim jeans. “Nice show,” he had his head leaned down to look at Billy but his chin cocked up, like he was sizing him up. “Got a name?”

“Billy! The name’s Billy, pretty boy. But you can call me any time.” He had to yell over the music that hadn’t stopped.

“Order a drink, Billy. Whatever you want, it’s on the house.”

“You on the menu?” Bambi clearly hadn’t expected Billy to try and flirt so blatantly again, blinking a couple of times as if to process what he had meant.

“Sorry Billy, not tonight. How ‘bout a beer?” His voice was loud from having to holler over the sounds of the bar, but somehow soft and spoken just into Billy’s ear. It felt almost like a caress.

Billy grinned, at least this time wasn’t an out-right rejection. It could only be a matter of time before he wormed his way into Bambi’s heart, or at least his sinnfully tight jeans.

“Or, what about a Dirty Shirley?” Billy said, licking his bottom lip.

“How about a good ol’ Moscow Mule?” Steve hollered back, a light chuckle in his voice.

“I think I’d much rather a Quick Fuck.” Steve’s eyes glinted mischievously under the harsh lights of the bar.

“I know just the drink for you.” He then proceeded to mix together three different types of alcohol from the bottles lining the back wall. He poured it all into a little shot glass and placed it in front of Billy with a flourish.

“Well, pretty boy, what’s it called?” Billy asked, trying not to seem too eager, but fuck if this wasn’t the most fun he’d had in while.

Steve finally leaned over the bar towards Billy, and whispered in his ear. Soft rose petal lips tickled the blonde hairs curled under the lobe of his ear.

“It’s called Blue Balls,”  Steve pulled away, looking like the cat who got the cream, not realizing that his snark had only cemented Billy’s determination to win him over.

With one quick move, Billy downed the shot easily and stood up.

“You got me, Bambi, I guess I can handle a little blue balls tonight, but next time I’m really hoping for that Quick Fuck,” and with that promise of a return, Billy strode deeper into the club, thinking

You may have won this battle, Bambi, but I’m gonna win the war.

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So this started as me being thirsty for headcanons, and then catharrington was a genius and brought up the amazing idea of punk!Billy in California, and well... Lost Boys of Starwood was born! I'm so excited to start sharing this story with y'all, so please let me know what you think :)

Also, if you're into punk music, totally check out the music in this fic! It's all LA based bands from the 1980s. Or message me for a playlist I made lol. Also let me know if you’d want me to make a taglist for this series!

#harringrove #harringrove fic #billy hargrove #steve harrington #punk!billy #bartender!steve #punk!au #lost boys of starwood

[knifeboner]

Caress Your Soul Ch. 1

Danny x Reader

I don’t know how to keep things in one tense I’m so sorry.

There’s gonna be smut and gross stuff later so be warned. This chapter is clean tho.

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You stand in front of your body length mirror in your bedroom, checking over yourself for the fourth time. It had been a long time since you had last gone on a date – you couldn’t even remember the last time. Had you even been on one before, really? You weren’t sure. You glance at the clock beside your bed and panic. It was almost time to leave. You steal one more glance at the mirror.

You wore a white dress that clung to your hips and showed off a bit more of your cleavage than you would have liked, but it was the outfit your friend Jan had picked out for you. It also happened to be the same friend who set this date up in the first place. As you were pulling the dress down, something white in the corner of your room caught your eye and you gasped, throwing your hand over your mouth and spinning around.

Oh. It was a white pleather purse your mother had given you a few years ago, of course. What else would it be. You felt like kicking yourself. With a sigh you grabbed the purse and slug it over your shoulder. Just your ever-wanting eyes playing tricks on you. Wasn’t the first time, and it more than likely won’t be the last.

The ringtone of your phone makes you jump out of your skin and you quickly pick it up. “Yeeeees Jan, what is it?” you say as you pick your black cardigan up off your bed and head to your car.

“Just checking in and making sure you’re still going! You’ll just love Randy. He’s so funny. Trust me. You’ll have an amazing time. You’re going, right?”

You roll your eyes at her gushing. You highly doubt that you will be interested in this “Randy” guy at all. You’ve learned you have a very specific taste in men and you doubt you’ll find anyone like him ever again. Your heart twisted in pain and you quickly pushed the thoughts back down.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going. If I don’t you’ll never let me live it down. Also, what the hell is with this dress? I think I’m gonna be givin’ him the wrong impression.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I bet you look hot as hell. Anyways, have fun! Tell me all about it when you get home. If you get home.”

You just about gagged. There was no way that you were fucking this dude.

You quickly walk to your car after locking your house up, pulling your cardigan closer to your body as the evening Autumn breeze scattered leaves about and tussled your hair. Once you were in your car you turned the music up and started to zone out. You didn’t pay attention to the music, you were just trying to drown out your own thoughts.

Don’t think about him.

Don’t think.

Don’t.

Of course, it was no use. Your mind jumped right to where it shouldn’t. You were madly, completely, totally in love with a man who you couldn’t have anymore. The fact that you loved him as much as you did was sick, due to what exactly he does. But you didn’t care. Love is blind.

Before you knew it you were parked in the parking lot of La Belle, the chosen restaurant by Randy. It was some overpriced, fake French cuisine joint that you never wanted to go to. He insisted it was the best place in town, apparently. Tears were streaming down your face – you hadn’t realized that you had started crying. Taking a deep breath, you reached over and took a tissue from out of your glovebox, then wiped your face. Hopefully your face wasn’t too red. Not that it mattered, you weren’t exactly trying to impress anyone.

You stepped out of your car and once again pulled your sweater tighter against yourself, an ice cold chill down your spine. The hair on the back of your neck started to raise – which was odd, because you’ve only ever experience that when…

Your heart started to race and you quickly spun around, your eyes scanning the parking lot. Could it really be?

After a moment of searching you gave up with a sigh. Again your body was being cruel to you. However you’ve never felt it this strong before. You blinked away the fresh tears that wanted to spill over and walked into the restaurant. As you did, your nose picked up a very familiar scent, one of cheap cologne. This time you ignored it, not wanting to have a full on break down in front of searching, judgmental eyes.

You spotted the man that Jan had set you up with and gave a tiny frown. He looked nothing like the photo she had sent you. He smiled when he saw you and stood up, beckoning you over.

“Hi! You must be Y/N! I’m Randy,” he beams, pulling your chair out for you. You give a small smile in return and sit down.

“Yep, that’s me.”

He sat down across from you, his brown eyes searching your face. You hoped the dim light from the candle on the table hid how red your face was.

“I ordered us a bottle of wine – hope you like reds,” he says, a lopsided grin on his face. Oh boy, he was already trying to get you drunk. Go figure. You nod and look away as his eyes travel down from your face to rest on your chest. Quickly you pick up your menu and look it over, internally gagging over the food offered here. How pretentious could a place get?

“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I do graphic design. Don’t get out much since I’m always at home working, I also like to do photography on the side, “ you respond, toying with a lock of your hair.

“Ah, I see. Interesting, I…” you tune out his words, not really interested in what he does. You can’t help but feel a bit guilty, but again this wasn’t your idea. Your eyes flick over to a waiter walking to your table, holding a tray with a large bottle of wine resting on top of it.

Before you even knew what was happening, the waiter was falling to the floor, the bottle of wine crashing down with him. It shattered on the ground near his face and you thought for a sickening moment that some of the glass was going to slice right into the tender flesh on his face. Thankfully, he was lucky tonight, and he didn’t get a single cut.

A few people turned their heads and were watching the incident with interest shining in their eyes. Oddly enough, the man that was sitting alone at the table right next to where the waiter fell didn’t look or even flinch when it happened, nor did he offer to help the man up.

“Aw hell, I think that was our wine!” Randy fussed, peering at the scene. How did he even manage to trip like that?”

Your eyes linger on the back of the lone mans head for a moment before you tear them away.

- - -

The rest of the date after that moment went by pretty uneventful. You got another bottle of wine and the waiter had apologized pretty profusely, saying he didn’t know what happened. You got a pretty basic salad and had a few glasses of wine, but not enough to get you tipsy. Before you knew it, you were headed out of the restaurant and making your way to your car.

Randy was clinging to your elbow, who had obviously had much more to drink than you did.

“Are you positive you can drive yourself home? I’m totally sober, so I could-- I could, you know, drive you home,” he says, his hand tightening on your elbow. “Or, you could just come over to my house… I live right around here, you can lay down, or…” he murmured, drawing closer to you.

You immediately pull away and take your keys out from your purse, trying not to make a face.

“No, really, I have work to catch up on, and I’m fine to drive myself.”

Randy frowns and looks you over. “Well, my bed is, like, really comfortable. And I-”

“It’s a lot of work. I had fun, have a nice night!” you say as you jump into your car and start it before Randy can get another word in. You throw the car in reverse, and drive home.

- - -

Once you get home you jump into the shower and wash off the grime you feel you caught from Randy. You slip into your pj shorts and shirt and go back to your room, then sit on your bed, letting the tears that have been building up through the day flow freely. This had become something of a nightly ritual.

For a second time that night your phones ringtone made you have a heart attack. This time was unusual because by the time you had finished showering and getting ready for bed, it was 3AM. Who on earth would be calling at this time? The caller ID read “Unknown”.

‘Probably Jan with some new phone or tonight's lovers phone,’ you think as you hit the green button and bring the phone up to your ear. Your heart beats fast, once again hoping it was him.

“… Hello?”

#ghostface #slashers #dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fic #reader x danny olsen #reader x jed olsen #jed olsen #danny olsen #ghostface x reader #reader x ghostface #dbd fanfic #it's not really taking place in dbd but it's dbds ghostie soooo #sorry this is kind of rushed maybe? i can't write well rn LOL #slasher x reader #fanfic

[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Eleven

A/N my entire dorm room smells like cleaning supplies and fresh spring air as I have been scrubbing all day with the window open in preparation for my two week hibernation. Hope you all are staying healthy and away from triggered stans ;)

Thursday, October 31st, 2019

“Look out! Here comes the fiercest, most ferocious animal in the world!”

Daniel came down the stairs and into the living room, carrying Clementine in his arms. She was dressed in a giraffe costume, little freckles drawn on her chubby cheeks, and a huge smile plastered on her face. Daniel had matching drawn on freckles on his cheeks. The room ‘awe’d out loud.

“Say ‘rawr’.” Daniel whispered to her.

The ten month old let out a tiny ‘rawr’. The room offered her a gasp, making her smile proudly. Daniel set her on the carpet so Florence could take her picture.

“Giraffes don’t say rawr.” Corbyn piped up.

“They don’t say anything, actually.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “What am I supposed to tell the kid? ‘Say nothing’!”

“She’s good at that.” Zach nodded.

“I think this is the cutest giraffe I have ever seen in my entire life.” Corbyn said, “Even surpassing Daniel.”

“Wow.” Daniel pouted.

“I’m very glad I trusted you to pick out her first Halloween costume.” Florence said quietly as she sat back down on the couch, plenty of pictures in her phone to send to Callum.

“I told you I knew what I was doing!” Daniel teased, picking the baby back up.

Florence put on a soft smile, keeping her eyes on her best friend and daughter. Only a few nights before, someone who meant so much to her virtually walked out of her life. She hoped Grayson would come back to her eventually, she felt like a piece of her heart was missing and he had only been gone for three days. Florence spent the day of the 31st at the boys’ house and into the late afternoon when she would take Clementine trick or treating. Aidan, Jonah, Corbyn, and Jack were going to a party that night down the street, leaving Daniel and Zach to entertain their all too familiar guests.

“Finally done.” Aidan said as he and Jonah came downstairs as well. Aidan had dressed up as a zombie, ripped clothes that he had thrifted and green and brown paint smeared over his face. Jonah was a cop, his black button up mostly undone and tucked into his black skinny jeans. The handcuffs that hung off his belt made the room howl and clap.

“Shut up.” Jonah laughed.

“Sexiest cop I’ve seen.” Zach called out.

“Clementine looks so cute!” Jonah beamed, leaning in to gently poke her cheek.

“Get - your - dirty - hands - away from her.” Daniel said quietly, covering the baby’s head with his hand and turning away.

“Dirty hands?!” Jonah frowned.

“You know what I mean.” Daniel eyed the open button up shirt.

“Let’s get a move on.” Corbyn said, jumping up from the couch and grabbed his helmet from the ground.

“Why are you still 7 years old with your damn astronaut costume?” Jack grumbled, giving his friend a shove towards the door.

“At least I actually dressed up.” Corbyn retorted.

“I did too!” Jack protested, gesturing to his ripped jeans, beanie, sunglasses, and skateboard. “I’m a skater boy!”

“You look exactly the same as you always do. Just shirtless.” Corbyn frowned before walking for the door.

“There’s no pleasing anyone.” Jack grumbled, stopping to kiss Clementine’s cheek on the way after his friends. The oldest few left with loud goodbyes.

“I hate being a literal child.” Zach frowned, his voice muffled slightly behind the fake vampire teeth he wore, as he leaned his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. “Now I’m stuck with the baby gang all night.”

“You could have gone. No one there is going to ID you.” Daniel said. 

“Yeah until my mother finds out. Then I’ll be dead. I’d rather be sober than dead.” Zach grumbled.

“Suit yourself.” Daniel shrugged.

“You can have Clementine’s candy.” Florence said.

Zach perked up, “Really?!”

“Hey! I was going to have the candy.” Daniel frowned.

“You shush.” Florence directed to her best friend. “Zach’s the other baby here so he gets first dibs.”

“Hey!” Zach frowned. Florence chuckled.

“We should head out!” Daniel said, rocking Clementine dramatically in his arms. “Before the baby falls asleep.”

“Yeah. I don’t want to have to carry him to bed.” Florence nudged Zach before standing up.

“You guys are so mean.” Zach grumbled before following them to the door.

The group walked down the street in the direction away from the frat houses. A few streets down, more young children and their parents were out trick or treating in the setting sun of the Toronto suburbs. Clementine, from her spot in Daniel’s arms, peered around the bustling street with her mouth open wide, one arm draped lazily over his shoulder.

“Where should we start?” Daniel asked, coming to a stop.

“There!” Zach pointed to a house on their left. A bunch of children were at the door and they could see and older lady dropping pieces of candy in their bags. The children rushed back down the steps as Daniel led their tiny group to the door. The old lady smiled at them.

“Say ‘trick or treat’!” Daniel said to the baby. At merely ten months old, Clementine only curled shyly into him.

“Well aren’t you the cutest giraffe in the city?” the lady chuckled. “How old is she?”

“Ten months.” Florence answered proudly from beside them.

“A first Halloween calls for lots of candy.” The old lady said, dropping a few pieces in the bag that Florence held. “Any for the little boy too?” she asked.

It took Zach a second to realize she was talking to him. He stood at only 5’6” next to his friends’ 5’11”. Daniel bit back a smile at Zach’s appalled face.

A nervous “N-No!” was all he got out.

Once they were back on the street, Daniel burst out laughing, Florence smiling next to him.

“All of you, shut up.” Zach grumbled.

They continued down the street, stopping at a few more houses. Florence finally took Clementine for a little while, after convincing Daniel that his arms would give out if he didn’t pass her over. A few adults complimented Daniel on his matching face paint to the baby, making the shy boy blush and thank them.

After thirty minutes, Zach claimed the baby, carrying her up to the next house excitedly.

“He could be her big brother.” Daniel snorted as the two of them waited on the street.

“Yeah, if I gave birth to him at 2 years old.” Florence rolled her eyes.

“I mean...whatever.” Daniel chuckled, sliding his hands in his pockets. Zach cut across the lawn to the next house, Clementine’s little giraffe hood bouncing on her head. Florence linked her arm through Daniel’s as they walked on together.

“When are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” Florence asked.

“Oh, come on.” Daniel laughed. “Any other day you would kill yourself laughing by an old lady calling Zach a little boy. You barely smiled.”

“How are you so good at reading people?” Florence chuckled.

“I just know you well.” Daniel shrugged. “So what’s up?”

Florence looked over at Zach standing at the next house with Clementine in his arms. The gentleman at the door was fawning over the baby.

“I don’t know where to start.” Florence mumbled.

“Try it.” Daniel shrugged.

“I met this guy, Emilio, the other day. He’s Callum’s new boyfriend’s twin brother.”

Daniel repeated the long title to himself and then nodded, encouraging her on, his eyes on the pavement in front of them.

“And we hit it off. I guess, bonding over how much we miss our brothers when they’re in LA.” Florence sighed.

“Ok?” Daniel said slowly.

“And we hit it off. Like, really hit it off.”

“And by that you mean you slept with him.” Daniel stated plainly.

“Fuck, don’t say that.” Florence held her face in her hands. Daniel only frowned at her as they stopped walking. “I mean, yeah, I did, but I don’t...I feel like shit about it now.”

“You regret it?” Daniel asked.

“No.” Florence said. “God, no. He’s fucking amazing.”

Daniel tried to smile but it didn’t show.

“Grayson found out though. Monday night. He thought that we were dating this whole time but I thought we weren’t.”

“I thought you were too.”

“Fuck.” Florence whined, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, I just messed everything up. Now Gray isn’t speaking to me.”

“Why didn’t you think you and Grayson were dating?”

“We never talked about it; about titling anything. I’m still getting over Matt and trying to figure out who I am and trying to raise a baby. I didn’t want the ties to a relationship. I don’t know. I wanted experiences. My first and only relationship left me pregnant. I just...fuck, I don’t know. I wish I could just relive so much and change so much.”

Daniel took her in his arms, holding her warmly before saying, “I know it feels like the end of the world but it’s not. Everything happens for a reason. Things will work out. Grayson is just hurt and it was all just some miscommunication. It’ll smooth over.”

“Do you hate me?”

Before anything else could be said, Zach came trudging down the street, Clementine giggling in one arm and the arm holding the bag of candy wrapped around her back.

“This kid is heavy.” Zach wheezed, pushing the baby towards Daniel who scooped her up.

“Surprised you lasted that long with these noodle arms.” Daniel patted his best friend’s bicep, Clementine curled in his other arm.

“Speak for yourself. You’re literally a walking breadstick.” Zach rolled his eyes.

“Do you think we’re done for tonight?” Florence asked. “I’m tired.”

“Tired?! It’s barely 8:30.” Zach gaped.

“Look at her.” Daniel said, gesturing to the baby who was falling asleep on his shoulder.

“I wanted more candy.” Zach frowned pathetically, looking into the open bag in his hands.

“Poor little baby.” Florence draped her arm around his shoulders and they all headed back towards their house. Zach opened a chocolate bar on the way and he and Florence shared it. It wasn’t long before they were back at the house, Daniel flicking the lights on as they entered.

“I will never understand how you don’t like chocolate.” Zach said loudly through a mouthful.

“Can you shut up?” Daniel whispered sharply, gesturing to the sleeping baby.

“Sorry.” Zach sighed. “But honestly, it’s weird.”

“I didn’t ask to be this way.” Daniel grumbled, laying Clementine down gently on the couch. He reached for the diaper bag where her change of pyjamas was.

“I got it, Dani.” Florence whispered. He stood back and let her change the baby into her pyjamas. Zach sat across the room, eating candy, and scrolling through his phone.

“Are you staying over?” Zach asked Florence briefly looking up over the top of his cell phone.

“Uhm-“ Florence looked to Daniel.

“No. I’m driving her home.” Daniel answered for her.

Florence couldn’t help but feel that simple sentence as a stab to her heart. More often than not, Daniel had her stay over; now he seemed to be getting rid of her. She figured it was because of what she told him on their walk. Did he think less of her now?

The ride back to her apartment was filled with awkward silence. Daniel didn’t even turn any music like he normally would. Florence found herself biting her lip nervously until it tingled, staring intently at the passing city lights. Once in the parking garage, the two didn’t move for a moment too long.

“I’ll see you on the weekend?” Florence asked.

“No, I’m at the studio all weekend.” Daniel said.

“Oh. Will I get to hear anything you produced yet?”

“Possibly.” Daniel shrugged, not looking at her. Silence fell over them again.

“Ok. I better go.” Florence sighed, leaning over to hug him awkwardly before getting out of the car. She grabbed sleeping Clementine and her things and waved as Daniel drove off, leaving her, yet again, standing alone in the parking garage.

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I’m Not Her- Ch 4

I’m Not Her- Bucky Barnes x Reader. Bucky can’t stop a girl getting killed in a robbery gone wrong, but what happens when he sees her all over the place.

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: Just a little more fluff to establish the relationship.

Steve has been so happy the last few weeks. He sees Bucky healing again. Sleeping through the night again. It seemed like he had just gotten his friend to a stable place before the ‘incident’ happened, setting Bucky back months worth of work. The fact that Bucky walked into the compound with the same dark cloud, that Steve thought he got rid of for good, has his stomach in knots. “You ok there Pal?” Steve’s hand goes to Buck’s shoulder getting him to look up, instead of at the floor.

“Yeah...I mean, no. I just don’t know anymore.” Bucky shakes his head and slumps against the warmth of his friend’s hand, leaning into it.

“Lets go to my room and talk, ok?” Bucky just gives a nod as an answer and they walk the short distance to Steve’s room. Door shut firmly behind them, Steve walks with Bucky to the couch to sit. He waits until Bucky is ready, not wanting to push, but still kept physical contact to keep him grounded.

“I saw her again today, my mystery girl. I did like you said too, got her number.” Steve nods when Bucky looks to him for approval, using his chin to let him know to continue. “She’s actually amazing.” A smile formed on Bucky’s lips that he wasn’t even aware of. “She stole my food.” Steves eyebrows shot up. Even he knew better than that. “Said it was compensation for the cruller she shared with me the other day.” Steve chuckled lightly. “She’s smart and quick witted. We joked about how I could kill her with a toothpick and she could kill me with something called a spork? It was great, but after I asked for her number I got to thinking, is this wrong? It was her twin sister for God’s sake. She’s not alive because of me.” “You know that’s not true. Everyone has told you that.”

“Yes but if I wasn’t there, she might still be alive today. If it had been you that went in instead, she may not have stepped in front. I know it sounds insane but I think she did it because it was me. She knew me Steve, and it seemed more than just ‘you’re an Avenger’ sort of way.”

This wasn’t the first time they had this conversation, he had hoped since seeing the changes in him after your talk he wouldn’t have it again. “You can’t keep doing this Buck. She doesn’t blame you, no one blames you but yourself. She seems like a great girl and I want you to be happy, but if it’s going to be too hard to look at her without thinking about all the negative events, maybe you shouldn’t call her.”

Bucky’s lip was red and raw where he was chewing on it, listening to Steve talk. “It’s not about that. Yeah they’re twins but they don’t look exactly the same. I just don’t want to hurt her too. What if she changes her mind and comes to resent me?”

Steve smiles. “If that’s what’s concerning you then I think you know your answer. You obviously like her if you’re more concerned with her getting hurt than yourself. You gotta trust that she knows how she feels and will be honest with you. That’s the only way you can start a relationship.”

Bucky cocks his head at his friend. “How did you get to know so much about relationships, punk?”

“Nat.” Steve said simply.

You had a skip in your step as you walked out of the gallery. The interview went great and you were supposed to start the following Monday. Apparently they had a new showing and needed extra hands quickly. It was a stable job and paid pretty well too, your sister would be proud. Thinking about her now didn’t bring up the gnawing sadness or the hitch in your throat like it had done just a few weeks ago. You were finally at peace with with happened.

The vibration from your pocket pulled you out of your thoughts and you brought out your phone, checking the ID. Bucky’s name shone out like a beacon, bringing a smile on your face.

“Hello?”

“Hey doll. Catch you at a bad time?” Bucky sounded more comfortable on the phone then he had in person asking for your number. His voice light and playful.

“Not at all. I just got out of a job interview so you caught me right on time.”

“Good.” Bucky’s voice on the phone reminded you of warm honey. Thick and smooth, sinfully sweet. “Did you get the job?”

“I did indeed.” You tell him happily.

“Congratulations. We should go out and celebrate your new found employment. Dinner tonight?”

You stopped in your tracks, annoying the people walking on the sidewalk behind you. “Dinner?”

Bucky’s voice stuttered and wavered a little. “Yeah...I thought...did you not want to?”

“No! No, of course I want to. I’m just surprised is all. Why would a superhero want to hang out with little ol’ me?” You start walking again.

“I’m no hero doll.” You heard the sadness in his voice, even if he was trying to cover it up with sarcasm. “I just like being around you, talking to you.”

“I’ve had a nice time talking to you too.” You tell him fondly. “Dinner would be great.”

“Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 7. That work?”

“Looking forward to it.”

Bucky got off the phone, a grin spreading on his face. He had a date! His first since the ‘40s.

“What’s got you so happy looking Mr. Frost?” Sam walked into the kitchen to find Bucky sitting at the table grinning at his phone.

“Date.” Bucky replied gruffly, stuffing his phone in his pocket and moving to escape the room, not wanting Sam to ruin his good mood.

“Really? I can’t imagine there are still women around your age that are spry enough to date you. Might want to see their last check up first, don’t want them to break a hip.” Sam laughed at his own joke.

“You’re just jealous that no one wants to date you. I keep telling you it’s the ridiculous costume you’ve got, birdbrain.” Bucky did always find it nice that Sam didn’t walk on eggshells around him, but sometimes he wanted to strangle him.

“At least I’ve got a sidekick instead of being the sidekick.” Bucky rolled his eyes at this.

“I’ve told you before I’m no one’s sidekick. I use to be Steve’s bodyguard, but then he grew up. Now I try to keep him out of trouble.” He grumbles.

“And how’s that working out for you.” Sam says with a knowing grin.

“You know you could try to help out with that. I know you worship him and all, but damn!”

“What’re we arguing about this time?” Steve walks in, interrupting them.

“Nothing.” Both Bucky and Sam tell Steve, who looks thoroughly unconvinced.

Bucky hightails it out of there before Steve can use his new found ‘I’m Captain America and I’m disappointed in you’ look. He heard Tony call it his Jedi mind trick powers. Could make almost anyone feel guilty with just a hard stare. He already had enough to feel guilty about thank you very much. Another flash of your sister’s face grinds him to a halt and he has to shoot an arm out, steadying him to the wall to keep upright. So much guilt to go around. He swallows back the lump in this throat. This has to be a good idea, Steve said so. You just make him feel so good and normal that it just has to be right, right? Pushing off the wall, he remembers your smile and shoves all the negative down, masking it with his soldier mask that comes so easily now. Stalking his way out down the halls, intent on getting to his apartment in time to get ready for his date.

Fortunately, he hadn’t forgotten all that he knew about wooing women. He shows up right on time at your door, a bouquet of flowers behind his back that he got from the corner stall. It was full of wildflowers, unique and colorful, just like you. Smoothing a hand over his hair one more time, he presses the button to your apartment.

“Hello?” You sounded winded, out of breath.

“Doll, it’s me.”

“Bucky, right, good. I’ll be down in just a minute.”

It was more like fifteen before you came rushing out of the lobby door, almost knocking into him.

“Slow down doll. There isn’t a rush.” He chuckles at you and your flustered face.

“Sorry.” You huffed out, catching your breath. “You are right on time, did you know that? It’s unexpected.” You giggle.

“Is that not a thing people do anymore? Be on time?” He chuckles.

“Maybe it’s just the assholes I’ve dated in the past.” You shrug.

“Well let’s start over shall we?” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back. Watching your eyes light up was worth the over priced bundle in his hands.

“They are beautiful!”  You exclaimed, lifting them to your nose, happy smile on your face. Your torso half turns from him to the door, back and forth, wondering if you should take them upstairs or with you on the date.

“You can go put them down.” He whispers in your ear, so close it makes you jump.

“What?”

“Has no one gotten flowers for you before doll?”

You open your mouth, racking your brain, but come up empty. Jaw snapping shut, you just shake your head at him. His eyes go wide, before settling back with a softness you can’t understand. “Go upstairs and put them in water. I’ll be right here when you come back.” His voice soft and calming.

Turning, you’ve got the door open before you look over your shoulder. “You don’t have to stand out here, you can come in if you want.”

He chuckles. “It’s ok darlin’, maybe next time.” A smirk on his pretty lips.

You flush a bit and go running up the stairs to the second floor, wrenching open your door. Grabbing a glass out of the cabinet, you mentally added ‘buy a vase’ to your to-do list, filling it with water and putting the flowers in. You pause to really appreciate them on your countertop before rushing back down to join Bucky.

“Ok, all set.” You grin at him.

He extends his elbow for you to take and soon the two of you are walking side by side down the sidewalk.

“So tell me about this new job.”

“It’s at a little art gallery in Greenpoint, nothing like the ones in Williamsburg or anything. Besides, it’s nothing special. I mean you save the world, you save people. My little nothing job can’t compare.”

He snorts. “It’s not what I pictured I would be doing after I hit 100. Hell growing up, people were lucky to make it to 60.” He shakes his head, looking at his feet. “It’s all I know how to do doll. Plus I have to make up for all the bad I’ve done, or at least try.”

You squeeze his elbow with your arm to get him to look at you. “YOU didn’t do anything. Hydra did. I know I’m not completely up to date, but I heard enough. Plus after I found out it was you that was there for my sister, I did a bit of research. There was a lot of bad information out there, about you and Steve, most of it was just wild speculation, but after meeting you, talking with you, I can tell you with 100% certainty that you, Bucky Barnes, are a good man. That I have no doubt.”

Bucky’s eyes got big at your confession and looked away suddenly, concentrating hard on the concrete sidewalk. He’s quiet for a while and you didn’t want to push him to say anything back, so you just walk beside him as he leads you wherever you’re going.

“I don’t know how you do it.” Bucky says quietly.

“Do what?”

“I tell you what’s bothering me and you put everything in perspective in just a few short sentences.”

You snort. “If I was that good I would be making more money being a psychotherapist.”

“Nah, what you really want to do is be a psychologist. They get the drugs.” He smirks at you and the heavy tension is lifted.

The two of you walk a bit further until he stops in front of a very old looking Italian place. “Here we are.” He tells you opening the door so you can go first.

You’re seated in the back of the restaurant, his back against the wall so he can face out towards the entrance and the rest of the dining room.

“I don’t think I’ve been here before.” You tell him glancing at the menu.

“Really? It’s been here forever. I was surprised it was still around. Owners have changed a few times but it’s nice to have something familiar.”

“I guess that’s really strange huh? The two of you waking up in the 21st century. So much has changed, even in the last 20 odd years. Technology has exploded.”

“Steve gets frustrated with all the gadgets and gizmos, but secretly I love it. I was always a big fan of sci-fi, and now I get to live it. Plus Tony gets all the new toys, not that he lets me play with them or anything, but what good is it to be a stealthy assassin if you can’t sneak around.” He winks at you and you giggle thinking about him sneaking into Tony’s lab to mess around with the latest tech.

The two of you order your food and have a quiet meal talking about what pop culture he’s caught up on and you make a few movie recommendations. Mostly comedies since they see enough action and horror in real life. It’s a lovely night as he walks you back to your place.

“I’ve had a great time Bucky.” Standing on the bottom step so the two of you are more eye level, you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Me too.” You watch him hesitate. It’s been a good night and now you’re at the goodnight kiss part, but you can see the conflict in his eyes. Deciding you wouldn’t let him overthink this, you lean in, hands tugging at the front of his button up to keep steady, and place a soft chase kiss to his lips. It seems to wake him up and before you can move away far, he’s pushing toward you, hand going to your lower back to press you against his chest. The kiss is needy and desperate, like he’s pouring 70 years of loneliness into that one action. He pulls back much quicker than you would like, but keeps his forehead pressed to you.

“You want to do this again?” You ask him after a few minutes of just standing there, pressed close enough together that you can feel his breath on your face.

His eyes are closed and you can feel the hand on your back tighten and squeeze for just a moment before he answers. “Yeah.” Bucky steps back at that, but you see the slight smile on his face. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” You grin. The same breathless inflection that he had.

He steps forward once more to quickly press a swift kiss to your forehead before he turns to walk away. “Goodnight.” He calls, which you repeat to him before stepping back into the lobby of your building.

Next Chapter

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Starting Now

Request: (So this was like three asks long so this is a summary) Reader is new to the Fall Out Boy stage crew and travels with them. They stop near her hometown for a concert and her parents want to come see her. She doesn’t say much about it and leaves Patrick, who she’s gotten close to, confused about why she didn’t invite him when they go to dinner. Misunderstandings and fluff.

Warnings: none

Words: 4559

Masterlist

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“Alright people let’s go! We don’t have time for chit chatting. This stuff was supposed to be packed before they went on.” Our manager barked orders at everyone he walked past. I suppose I understood but maybe we’d work better without the yelling.

I kept my head down as I passed him, pushing a cart with some of the speakers from the set. Please don’t say anything. Please don’t say anything. Please don’t—

“The new girl is the only one working. Maybe I should give her your jobs instead.” I hurried as much as I could with a couple hundred pounds of equipment. Him saying that was just as bad as being scolded. Most of the other stage crew didn’t like me. Probably because I was able to get in good with the artists themselves. Fall Out Boy.

I helped load the speakers into the bus. I began to jog back inside to help with more stuff, but I was yanked another direction. I opened my mouth to scream but I met a pair of brown eyes and a mischievous grin. Pete. He held a finger to his lips and pulled me to his nearby bus. I rolled my eyes but didn’t fight much.

“Pete, I can’t keep disappearing. This is my job you know, I can be fired.” Pete just shrugged as he stepped onto the bus.

“It wasn’t my idea this time.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Pete.” Patrick rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes from me.

“Hey, I never specified who it was,” Pete said. He blushed but smiled at me none the less. I chuckled at their banter.

“It’s ok, Patrick. I like you too.” I plopped myself down into the seat across from him.

It was half a joke. I really did like him. I’m pretty sure that he flirts with me, but I can never be sure. Or rather, Pete flirts for him. Patrick gets embarrassed and then scolds Pete. I laugh and reassure Patrick that I like him. But nothing really comes of it.

“Alright, I’m gunna go hang with Joe and Andy. Don’t have too much fun kids.” Pete’s laughter followed him back out the door.

“Sorry about that. He’s a bit—” I rolled my eyes at Patrick and held up my hand.

“You don’t need to apologize every time Pete drags me back here. Believe it or not, I like hanging out with you guys. Even though I’m amazed I haven’t been fired yet.” He laughed awkwardly. I’ve been trying to break him of the constantly apologizing habit.

“So, what’s up, Trick? Did you need to talk to me,” I asked, resting my head in my hand.

“Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to talk I guess. I know we’re coming up to a show close to where you grew up. I just wanted to ask if you—” His rambling got cut off by my phone ringtone. I pulled it out of my pocket. I froze at the caller id.

Devil Boss

This was the first time he called me. I let it ring twice more before realizing I needed to pick it up. I jumped up from the seat and pressed the green button. I braced myself as I placed the phone next to my ear.

“hell—”

“Where the fuck are you? I’ve been looking the other direction for weeks now, but this is it! If you keep skipping out on your job, I will fire you.”

“I’m sorry, sir. Won’t happen again.”

“I should just get rid of you now. Why am I even bothering with a final warning? Just because you’re all buddy buddy with the band doesn’t mean I can’t have you kicked out.”

“I understand, sir.” The line went dead. I ran a hand through my hair. Patrick raised an eyebrow at me.

“I gotta go. I’ve skipped out on my actual job too much. If I do this again, I’ll be fired. I’ll see you later, Trick.” I gave him a small wave before turning away.

“You could just quit.” I stopped at the door. “You don’t have to work. Just travel with us.”

I faced him again. A light blush dusted his cheeks, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Patrick met my eyes for a moment. As much as I wish I could, I needed the money. It was just a bonus that I got to travel around with a world-famous band.

“I appreciate the thought. But I can’t afford to just travel around with you guys.” I smiled sadly at him. He stepped toward me.

“Money wouldn’t be an issue. We would let you have the extra bed on the bus.” I chuckled.

“You guys would get sick of me.”

“I could never get sick of you, (Y/N).” Patrick stood directly in front of me now. Heat rose to my cheeks. I couldn’t hold his gaze and looked toward the door.

“I have to go. I don’t wanna get fired,” I mumbled. I couldn’t seem to make my feet move away from him. His face moved close to mine. We were about the same height, but I felt so small next to him. It wasn’t that I didn’t want this. I just never thought he would be the one to make the first move. It was intimidating.

My eyes closed but the kiss never came. At least not where I was expecting. His lips pressed against my head. Somehow that meant more than anything else he could have done.

“Just think about it.” I could only nod in response. He cleared his throat. “You should get going. I know how the stage manager can get.”

“Uh, yea.” I hurried out of the bus. It probably seemed like I was running away from him. I’ll have to talk to him later.

-

That’s what I thought. But it turns out my devil of a manager really had it out for me now. I understood. I shouldn’t have let Pete pull me away all those times. I knew that, but I let him do it anyway.

I’ve had hardly any time to interact with the guys the last few shows. Especially not enough time to have any sort of serious conversation about feelings and couple status. I’d been running around constantly. I was more like the stage manager’s assistant. He had me getting coffee and organizing the set.

I suppose I was doing more than I had been expected to originally. The other workers still seemed to hate me. I think I heard one of them saying how I was doing exactly what they needed for their class experience. Trust me, I’d let them have it if I could.

Of course, I had considered Patrick’s offer but me getting to travel with them for free didn’t change the fact that I needed money for my own classes. I crashed on one of the sofas in the backstage area. The rest of the crew went to get ice cream or coffee or something. But with tomorrow being close to the place I grew up, I needed to call my parents. It’s been a month since I’ve been home, and it would be another before I came back.

The phone rang a few times before my mother’s excited voice filtered through the speaker. I loved her but sometimes she was a bit much.

“Hey there, baby! Tell me, how’s the job? Are they working you to the bone? Who’s the band you’re setting up for? Meet anyone famous?” I chuckled.

“Chill, Mom. I can answer all that stuff at dinner if you’d like.”

“That would be amazing sweetie! And it’s on us so don’t worry about anything.” I rolled my eyes.

“Ok. Where did you want to go?” I heard the door click open behind me. Were the other crew back already?

“Oh, how about that nice Cajun place you like so much?”

“Mom you don’t need to go that far. I’d be fine with pizza.”

“Nonsense, (Y/N). See you tomorrow at 1.”

“Wait, Mom—” The line went dead. I sighed and pulled myself up from the couch. She had a one-track mind sometimes.

“Where are you running off to?” I jumped at Patrick’s voice.

“Christ, Trick! You scared me! I thought you were just part of the crew or something.” I ran a hand over my face. My heart pounded from the surprise, but it wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. He chuckled slightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” My phone buzzed with a text from the manager. I sighed. Break over I guess.

“Sorry, gotta run. I’m just going to see my parents since I’m passing through town.” I pushed past him, but he grabbed my arm.

“Have you given any thought to my offer?” I turned to face him.

“I have. But it goes a lot farther than just the summer. I need the money for school.” He nodded in understanding. I went to pull my arm away, but he held on.

“Let me take you out sometime. On a date.” A blush covered his cheeks. I smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“I’d like that a lot.” My phone buzzed again. “Ok, well I have to go. See you later, Patrick.” He smiled and released me, shoving his hands in his pockets. I hurried out of the room to meet with the manager.

“I texted you like ten minutes ago. Watch yourself,” he scolded me as I jogged up.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. I started moving the stereo systems to the stage for the show. It was boring and difficult work, but my mind always drifted to Patrick. Then I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

-

The manager was not happy when I reminded him that I requested this day off. But he approved it before we left so there was nothing he could do. I pulled on my favorite dress. Normally, I didn’t care for dresses that much, but this was comfortable and was long enough that I didn’t have to worry much about bending over.

My mother texted me at least seven times already today just saying how excited she was. At one point she made a joke about bringing the artist I was working with. I thought about it for a moment. What it would be like to bring Patrick with me? I laughed. My mom would probably pass out.

I wouldn’t make Patrick do something like that. Not yet at least. I’ll wait to see if this goes anywhere past the first date. I hurried out the door and almost ran smack into Patrick.

“Woah. Slow down there.” He grabbed my arms to steady me and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, sorry. I gotta go. I’ll see you later, alright?” Not that I was running late or anything, but my mother tended to be places super early. He let me go and I rushed off again.

-

Patrick POV

What just happened? I came to see where she wanted me to take her for dinner but it’s like I didn’t even exist. I watched her rush off toward the elevator. She looked stunning in the dress. But then again, she looked good in everything.

I began the slow walk back to the bus. Maybe I was overthinking the whole thing. What if she just said yes to a date to be nice? It wouldn’t be the first time girls had done that to me. But why was she all dressed up in the first place?

“Come on, Patrick. You’re acting like an overprotective weirdo,” I mumbled to myself. Yet here I was, still racking my brain trying to figure out where she could have gone.

By the time I made it back to the bus, I still had no idea. My face must have shown confusion for Pete to start making fun of me.

“Hey, dude. Why so upset? Didn’t you see how good your girl looked?” I shoved him as I walked past.

“She’s not my girl. And how would you know what she looked like? Did she come over here?” Pete chuckled.

“Sounding a bit like a defensive boyfriend there, Trick. And no. She didn’t. I just saw her heading toward the parking lot.” I felt my brow furrow. “Aren’t we near her hometown this show or something?”

I smacked my forehead. Not hard but maybe I should have. I can’t believe I forgot. She mentioned it briefly yesterday. She’s going to see her parents. I assume she’ll be back before the show. I wonder why she didn’t invite me?

No, she was just being respectful of me needing to be here for the show. She would have if she could have. Or maybe she’s just embarrassed. I don’t know how her parents are around guys. I mean, I know I’m not good enough for her but I’ve gotta try.

“Dude chill. I’m sure she won’t fault you for forgetting,” Pete said.

“Yea…”

-

Your POV

I had never been here for lunch before. I’m sure it was just as good as dinner, but I usually try to figure out what I want ahead of time. It cuts down on the anxiety. They didn’t seem to put their menu online anymore.

The cab dropped me off in front of the door. I didn’t see my parent’s car as we drove up so maybe I had beat them for once. I pushed the door open and looked around for the host. I caught sight of the deep auburn that was my mother’s hair. I should have known better.

“Hey there,” I said as I walked up to their table. My mother’s face lit up as she bounced from her seat.

“(Y/N)! Sweetie, it’s been so long,” she squealed. I laughed as she pulled me into a hug. Sometimes I wonder if she ever got out of that middle school “freak out” mindset.

“It’s only been a month, mom,” I said, hugging her back. She was so much shorter than me I’m sure people confused her for my younger sister. She was beyond beautiful and sometimes I wondered why I didn’t take after her more.

“She knows that. She’s just going through the ‘empty nest’ thing again.” My father pats my mother on the back, making her let go. We all sat down and put in our drink orders.

“I didn’t see your car when I pulled up. How’d you get here,” I asked?

“Oh, we decided to get a new car! Your father got a nice bonus and we just decided it was time. That old minivan wasn’t safe anymore.” I chuckled.

“It wasn’t safe four years ago.” My parents rolled their eyes at me.

“Your mother tells me that you’re close to the band you work for?” I raised an eyebrow at my mother. She sipped her margarita innocently. Where did she get this stuff?

“I never told her that.”

“But you don’t deny it. Why didn’t you bring one of them along? We’d love to meet them.” I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

“We haven’t even been on a date! I wasn’t going to bring him along. Besides, he has a show tonight.”

“But there is a guy then,” my father inquired? Fuck. I didn’t mean to let that slip.

“Not fair. You teamed up on me!” The both waited expectantly.

“Wait, tonight? The only show going on near here tonight is that big band! What were they called, the boys that fall? Or something. They said it on the radio this morning.” I burst out laughing at my mothers’ butchering of the name.

“Yes, mom. It’s Fall Out Boy.” She clapped her hands together like a child.

“So, which one is it that has you smitten?” Sometimes I wished we could talk about something other than my love life, but I understood. They were good parents. Supported me in everything, even when I told them I had a crush on a girl.

“Lay off the poor girl. She doesn’t need you grilling her about her personal life. Just make sure he treats you right, ok?” I smiled at my father, thankful.

We put in our food orders and my father tried to keep my mother in line. And away from the topic of Patrick. My mother was playing around on her phone and I’m sure she was looking up pictures. I had let his name slip in hopes she would drop the subject.

“Oh, darling he’s so cute!” I groaned. I’m so happy I didn’t bring him along.

“Mom. Chill. Come to the show tonight or something. I could probably get you backstage to meet them.” I have no idea if I actually can but maybe it would be just enough to stop the line of questions.

“Oh, that’d be lovely sweetie! We’ll buy some tickets right after we finish here.” Thankfully, that put an end to the discussion for the most part. I was able to grill them about their jobs and what not. The hard part would be getting them backstage. I don’t think I have jurisdiction over that.

-

I wandered back to the busses. I tried to keep my head down and away from fans who were scouting the area. The rest of the crew was presumably, already inside. I heard the door to the bus open. Thankfully, the guys and girls had different busses. I pulled my zipper partially down my back before I heard a throat clearing. I spun to face the clearly male sounding voice.

Patrick was turned away from me, a deep blush covering his cheeks. I stuttered and scrambled to pull my zipper back up, but I couldn’t reach it.

“Seriously,” I muttered to myself. He didn’t walk in on me half naked or anything. Everything was covered but I was still embarrassed. This is what I get for feeling too comfortable in this bus. “Can you, uh, zip me back up?” His eyes darted back to me. I could only hold his gaze for a moment. “I can’t reach it,” I explained. Patrick nodded awkwardly.

“Uh, yea. Turn around.” I did and a moment later his fingers brush my back as he pulled up the zipper. God, this was a mess. I turned and smiled at him, trying to act like that wasn’t the most awkward moment ever.

“So, what did you need?” He shrugs a bit.

“I guess just wondering why you didn’t want me to meet your parents?” I chuckled. Oh, so that was it? He was sweet.

“Well it would’ve been pretty embarrassing.” His face dropped but quickly turned blank.

“So, you were running from me earlier? You know, you don’t have to pity me. A simple ‘no, thanks’ would have worked earlier.” I raised an eyebrow. What on earth was he talking about? I opened my mouth to question but he was already turning around. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).”

I stood frozen as he stepped off the bus. Now hold the fuck up. I darted after him. No way in hell was I letting this misunderstanding fester. I called after him, but I couldn’t be too loud because of nearby fans.

“Trick!” I looked around and I didn’t seem to attract any attention. He slowed his walking pace and allowed me to catch up to him. He refused to look me in the eye. “Want to explain to me why you think I don’t like you?”

“Well apparently I’m embarrassing.” I rolled my eyes and ran a hand down my face.

“First of all,” I started. “I meant my parents were embarrassing. Second, I was running late for lunch earlier. Third, I actually really like you.” I crossed my arms. He was actually dumb sometimes. Maybe dense is the more accurate word. Pink dusted his cheeks and he scratched the back of his head.

“Um, I’m sorry.” I rolled my eyes and stepped toward him.

“Let’s try not to jump to conclusions from now on.” He nodded in understanding. I hugged him in reassurance. His kissed the top of my head. I wonder if he’ll actually kiss me at any point. An idea crossed my mind and I knew exactly how to make this up to him.

“Hey, can I ask you a favor?” He tilted his head in curiosity.

“Sure. Anything for you.”

“I invited my parents to the show tonight. Would there be any way to get them back stage to meet you guys?” His eyes sparkled.

“Of course. Just leave it to me. Bring them to the back entrance before the show. I’ll meet you there,” he said, trying to contain the excitement. I giggled. He was so cheesy and the cutest person ever.

“You’re the best. Thank you. Fair warning, my parents are embarrassing. Mostly my mother.” He grinned.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” he said.

“Oh, it could be very bad. I promise,” I half joked.

-

I hadn’t been nervous for a concert for a while. But I was today, and it wasn’t even because of the concert. I was waiting outside the venue in my black jeans and t-shirt. Usual work clothes even though I wouldn’t be working.

I stood by a statue of some sports player near the entrance gate. Fans milled about happily. I checked my watch. My mom should be bouncing up to me any second with my father in tow. She said something about being able to dress the part, but I wasn’t quite sure what she meant.

I was scrolling through my phone when someone tapped my shoulder. I glanced up the person wearing black converse, black skinny jeans and a red t-shirt. She wore thick eyeliner, but it looked really good. I froze for a moment. My father stood behind my mother looking very much like a guy dragged by his kid or in this case, and over enthusiastic wife.

“Mom. What in the world?” I laughed but not because she looked bad. She was stunning as usual, but this was not a look I was used to.

“I told you I would look the part!” She smiled and hugged me. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around her.

“You’re crazy.” I brought them around to where the busses were. There were some fans back here, but I know the guys went into the venue at least an hour ago. I knocked on the back door. Waited. Knocked again. Usually they had someone standing at the door. I checked my phone and texted Patrick that I was waiting. A couple minutes passed before my phone buzzed.

Sorry! Three minutes! I’m coming!

I rolled my eyes. He was always late. I suppose he could have been coming back from sound check.

“What are we waiting for again,” my father asked? It was sort of sarcastic but also not.

“We are waiting for Patrick to come open the door because apparently the guard that’s supposed to be here is taking a bathroom break or something.” Theoretically I could have gotten in through the stage crew entrance but no one except the stage crew was allowed back there.

I heard the handle of the door jiggle from the other side. I stepped back so I wouldn’t get hit once Patrick pushed the door open. He smiled brightly at us as he held it.

“Sorry about that. Had to get away from our manager. He’s not exactly in favor of us just wandering off.” I chuckled and invited my parents in. The door closed loudly behind them. “Follow me.” My mom came up to my side.

“He’s even cuter in person,” she whispered in my ear. I blushed because I knew how well sound traveled in these places. Patrick didn’t seem to react, but I thought I saw him smile briefly. The walk to the back room was short. Pete sat on the couch playing some game while Joe and Andy tried to mess him up.

“Hey guys, visitors,” Patrick called loudly. I snickered at the weirdness of it. Joe made loud sound of confusion that resembled a ‘huh?’

“Just me guys. And I brought my parents along. Sorry for short notice.” The other three guys all turned at the same time. Surprise covered their faces. Patrick laced his fingers through mine and squeezed. Pete of course was the first to notice.

“Oh, so you finally asked her out? Took ya long enough!” My felt my face heat up.

“Seriously? You had to do that right now,” Patrick mumbled. I heard my mother giggle from behind us.

“So, there was a mutual longing? How cute,” she gushed.

“Mom,” I warned. I tossed an evil glance in her direction, but she just grinned at me. Honestly, how old was she?

“Anyway,” I started. “This is Pete, Joe, and Andy.” I gestured to each of them as their names came up. They exchanged pleasantries. Surprisingly, all three of them stood to shake my father’s hand. He seemed taken aback by their forwardness. I chuckled at him as he shook hands awkwardly.

Patrick followed after the other guys. He seemed nervous. My dad was a rather large man, but he was an even bigger softie. He was never mean to anyone that I brought home or said I was going out with.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” My father glared at Patrick, but I could see the small grin on his face. Just because he was never mean, doesn’t mean he didn’t like to freak them out. Especially the guys.

“You just be good to her. Got it?” Patrick cleared his throat and nodded quickly.

“Yes, sir. I promise.” A full smile broke out on my father’s face as he slapped Patrick on the back. I giggled at his confusion.

“Awesome. Have a great show tonight guys! Let’s go find our seats, dear.” The confusion spread to her face as he began to drag her along. I checked my watch. They were letting people in now, but the show didn’t start for another hour or so.

“Wait, I have questions! Why do you always ruin my fun?”

“Because even though our daughter knows you love her, let’s not embarrass her on the first day of the relationship.” She rolled her eyes but let him pull her along. I hoped to have a love like theirs one day.

“Wait for me! I’ll walk you out,” I called as the door clicked shut behind them.

“Right. Well we’re going to go back to playing games while you guys talk about that awkward experience. We totally won’t be eavesdropping,” Pete said. He plopped himself back in front of the screen. I watched Andy roll his eyes and Joe stuck some headphones in. Clearly Pete was the only one eavesdropping.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry again for earlier. But hey. According to you that could have gone worse. I’m only a little scared or your dad.” I laughed and took his hand.

“Well he likes you. So, don’t worry about it. Besides, they have plenty of time to be embarrassing.” He smiled at me. I leaned into him and pecked his lips. Pink dusted his cheeks, but he still smiled.

“Awww,” I heard Pete fake swoon. Patrick and I rolled our eyes.

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Love Lies 12/15

Summary: Ever since Emma was 13, she knew she had the ability to destroy people if she wanted to, and some days, she really wanted to. After being forced to go to Greenwood Academy following a traumatizing event in her childhood that brought to the surface her ability to manipulate fire, she never thought she would be free of the place. So for nearly 10 years, she lived a solitary existence with the exception of her best friends, but that was all about to change.

Killian Jones had just been sentenced to attend the university campus at Greenwood Academy after an accident at sea caused him to be dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty’s royal Navy and lose his hand. He doesn’t know what to think about these newfound powers and what they spell for the rest of his now not-so-normal life. But a chance encounter one day has the ability to change all of that.

A story about love and redemption between two people that shows, if you have the right person beside you, you can find a light in the darkness.

Rating: M

Content Warnings: Mentions of Violence/Death, Brief mention of Childhood Abuse/Sexual Assault, Mild Sexual Content

Chapter Notes: For those of you who were wondering exactly what happened to Emma while she was on lock down, here is her side of the story. Thanks as always to my amazing beta @daveyjacobsthepotterhead and artist @princesse-swan. Enjoy!

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Chapter 12

Emma was freezing.

Yes, it was beginning to finally turn towards cooler temperatures in the region that the academy was located, but that didn’t necessarily constitute the thick sweater and fleece leggings that she was currently rocking. Rubbing her hands together, her newly minted suppression bracelets clinking into each other with the motion, she tried to get some feeling back into her hands.

When the Headmaster suggested she get put on ice after the attack on the academy, she didn’t think he would mean it so literally.

After they roused her in the medical wing of the academy, Killian nowhere to be found, the Headmaster, security team, and training team were arguing about what to do with her.

Graham, ever faithful, was arguing just to contain her to her room until another set of bracelets was fashioned for her. She hadn’t injured anyone in the attack, and she had protected a lot of the students on campus while showing more restraint than many people here had thought she had, he argued.

The Headmaster wasn’t swayed though. He thought she was a menace, a threat to the safety of everyone on the campus, and that she had to be dealt with immediately and swiftly.

He continued on, talking over the head of the security asking why they were trying to punish her and not Gaston. He suggested they put her on ICE for a few days. Graham visibly blanched when that suggestion came out of the Headmaster’s mouth.

After sharing a look with the rest of the security team members, the head of security turned towards Headmaster Riggans, looking as though he was about to argue again.

All the arguments that he was going to plead on her behalf evaporated when Riggans threatened to fire him on the spot if he didn’t escort Emma to the ICE block immediately. Riggans turned his back on everyone and walked out of the room.

Shoulders slumped in defeat, Emma let Graham and another security guard carry her towards the ICE block on campus. Despite living on the campus for ten years, she didn’t know what the ICE block was or where it was located on campus.

But as they kept descending deeper and deeper into and beneath the maximum security facility on campus, Emma began to think that the reason she had never heard of the ICE block on campus was because the students that they sent there never came back.  

Badging swiping through the fourth set of security doors, the head of security finally stopped in front of the third door down on the right. There were another six down the row from what she could see, and all the windows and walls surrounding the doors were covered with an ominously thick layer of ice and frost.

“She is going to freeze down here if we don’t take those gloves off her.” Graham said, shifting her so she was standing on her feet without much support.

Still staring at the door in front of him, the head of security nodded his head, “I know.”

“Well can’t you do anything? Riggans took my master key so I can’t get her out of these. I don’t know about you August, but I don’t want to risk putting her in one of those if Riggans didn’t say exactly how long he wanted her down here.” Graham pressed.

“I am well aware of what you are implying here Hunter.” The Head, August, said. Turning to face her, he pulled his set of keys from his pocket.

Fingering slowly through the dozens of keys, he looked directly at her as he slipped one into the slot on her right glove. She was struck by how young he looked.

“You may not know this Ms. Swan, but Mr. Riggans doesn’t know that I am gifted like many of the students here. He thinks that he hired someone just like him, normal, to fill his head of security. I know this about him because I can walk through people’s minds.

I’ve known for a very long time what I could do, but I never attended a school like this, because unless I told someone, no one would ever know what I was capable of. I don’t know what happened to make Riggans so afraid of you, but you are not someone that I think we need to worry about.”

He released the locking mechanism on the gloves, and she felt the warmth of her flames rising up inside of her once again. She looked down quickly at her free hands, flexing her fingers, and back up to him in disbelief.

He pushed a button to the left of the door, and the mechanism slid open with a cracking of ice, “Good luck Ms. Swan.”

The guards shoved her into what she now realized was a cell, and the freezing dark closed in on her.

If it weren’t for the kind heartedness of August, letting her remain without any kind of suppression in the ICE block, she probably would have died.

Walking across campus towards David’s dorm room, she was hoping he would have some information about what happened with Killian.

She hadn’t heard or seen anything about him since she was taken down to the block. And after having nothing to do but worry about keeping herself warm and alive for ten days, she realized how she reacted had been wrong. Killian didn’t deserve the way she reacted, but old habits for her seemed to be hard to shake.

And, she really did need to tell him how she ended up attending the academy in the first place, even if he hadn’t told her how he traveled here.

He saved her life the other day, she at least owed him that much.

Besides, Killian was her friend. Something more if she was being honest with herself.

As she crossed campus, she noticed how things had changed since the attack.

The barrier still hadn’t been repaired, so the clear panes that constructed the dome protecting the campus flickered oddly with electricity while they tried to figure out how to repair the monstrosity. Boulders and singe marks litter the campus buildings as well, remainders of her showdown with Gaston.

Crews were still working to try and remove the boulders and tree branches from the buildings, seeming to enlist the help of military branch members to do some of the heavy lifting that the clean up crews were unable to manage.

There were also more guards in place around the campus, a few had stopped random students as they made there way through campus to make sure they had the proper identification to be there. It seemed as though they didn’t want another army smuggled onto the campus.

One such service member stopped her at the doors to Reynolds hall, asking for her ID badge and scanning the back before allowing her into the building. Some of the color had drained from his face when he beheld the name on her badge, he had obviously heard about the battle on the campus and her role in it.

Emma could hear a commotion as soon as she arrived at David’s floor. Two or three voices yelling at each other, but one with a distinctly familiar accent jumped out to her right away, Killian.

Thank God he is okay, she thought to herself.

Rounding the corner, she hurried down to where she knew David’s room to be, but stopped short as she noticed a tall man in military dress yelling down at Killian.

“First the incident out at sea that got you marshaled and now this! Seriously Killian, I don’t know why you are doing all of this! Are you doing it for attention? Is that it?” The man yelled at him.

Killian visibly angered, a hot flush spreading up his neck and ears and his fist clenching.

“Right, because why else would I do anything. That’s how everything always was! If I didn’t do something right, whether it be during my schooling or during basic training, it’s because I wanted attention! Not because I was actually struggling or anything! You just thought it was a parlor trick to get you out of the spotlight and me into it!”

“You never gave me reason to think otherwise Killian.” The man yelled back.

“WELL GUESS WHAT LIAM, I DON’T WANT THIS!” Killian yelled, shoving at him-Liam-with his hand and blunted wrist.

Liam looked visibly startled when he noticed Killian’s lack of a left hand. He grabbed Killian’s wrist.

“What happened to you, brother?” He asked, his tone so much softer than it had been before.

“You have been keeping tabs on me well enough Liam to know where I was and what had happened, but you didn’t care enough to notice this in the reports. I guess that shows where your real priorities are.”

And with those parting words, Killian shoved past his brother, heading away from Emma towards the stairwell at the back of the building.

As Liam watched Killian go, David took notice of Emma standing there.

“Emma, thank God you are alright. What happened?” He came up to her right away and wrapped her up into a hug. “Jesus, you are freezing.”

“Long story, what was going on over here?” She asked, pointedly looking over Liam when she said it.

“Nothing you need to be concerned about ma’m”  Liam said, not turning away from where his younger brother had gone.

“Now see, that is where you are wrong. Killian is my friend, so yeah, that makes you berating him like he is nothing more than a child my problem.” She said, stepping around David to get closer into Liam’s space.

“Really, just being his friend makes it your business now? I’m his brother. You don’t have any say in how I treat my family members. Killian will get over his temper in a couple of hours and will inevitably come back to apologize.”

“But he shouldn’t have to come crawling back to you to apologize when you came here and attacked him! How did you even get in here in the first place, this campus in on lock down after the attacks.” She questioned.

Liam gestured to his uniform, “I am a member of her majesty’s royal Navy, I know exactly what strings to pull and who to talk to to be able to see my little brother.”

“Member of the Navy or not, you shouldn’t be here.” She said, “Killian doesn’t seem to want you here anyway.”

Liam flushed angrily, “Well, I haven’t seen Killian since his ship deployed from London nearly a year and a half ago. I only just received word of his placement after he got Marshaled and dishonorably discharged from the Navy within the last few weeks.”

“And I take it your reunion isn’t going as planned?” Emma said, channeling her best impression of Killian’s smirk that drove her up the wall.

David touched her arm next to her and murmured her name in warning.

“No, it hasn’t, but only because whatever you seem to have done has caused my little brother to turn into a completely different person.”

“We haven’t done anything to him!” Emma said, beginning to feel defensive. Killian had done nothing but respect her and defend her to others around campus, so it only felt right to do so in return.

She just never expected to have to defend him to the brother he spoke so highly of.

“You may not have been the initial cause of the change, but you are only making him worse. Killian was never someone who ran into danger and fought in battles trying to be some kind of hero.” Liam said back, his voice rising harshly, composure breaking.

“He was in the fucking Navy! Of course he was going to become a hero at some point.” Emma retorted, her patience becoming thread bare.

“Yeah, well, I never thought my brother would be a killer either, but that happened too!” Liam yelled, getting into her personal space, his face inches from hers.

All the fight drained out of her in an instant. “What?” Her voice barely more than a whisper.

David moved his body slightly between them, trying to defuse the situation further.

Liam let out a sardonic laugh. “Oh, didn’t expect that of your friend did you.” Liam spat, his voice bitter.

Emma shook her head, not really able to process the thoughts flowing through her head.

“That’s right, Killian is a killer. Killed one of his own men in cold blood when his ship came under attack. I don’t know what happened, but he isn’t my brother any more, and no matter what you all insist, you freaks did this to him.” He pressed a finger into her shoulder.

She barely noticed.

“And I am going to get him out of here, one way or another.”

“That is up to your government, Liam” David said, trying to play the diplomat. “You will have to take it up with them, the leaders here can’t just release him. Especially after what happened last week.”

Emma was barely listening to the conversation anymore.

Sure, Killian had mentioned that he was in the Navy before he had come to the academy, and that they had decided to send him to the states, but he had never talked about what had happened.

But she didn’t know how to process the information that he had killed someone.

It wasn’t like she had a poorer opinion of him now that she knew, but she was finally starting to see him in a different light.

Scenes flashed before her eyes, a looming figure above her in bed when she was 12. Her screaming for someone to come and help her. Roaring flames burning through her room and her house.

A charred body.

Sitting in that courtroom with members of her family staring down at her, some of them crying, some of them angry.

Her first nights here at the academy without anyone to comfort her after being removed from her family.

Family that she hadn’t seen for ten years.

Emma couldn’t say that she completely understood what had happened to Killian, but she was starting too.

“I have to go.” She said in a daze.

Liam and David abandoned the debate they were having when she started to push around the both of them.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Liam asked, trying to push David out of the way to get to her.

David clamped a hand down on Liam’s forearm, hard enough to make him wince. “Watch it buddy. Killian may be your brother, but Emma is my sister, you have no right to talk to her that way.”

“The hell I don’t. She is one of those freaks-”

Liam cut off as David squeezed his forearm harder, “I would think about how you want to finish that sentence, because Killian and I are also classified as one of those ‘freaks’ as you like to call us apparently.”

“You’re no danger to him, she could easily burn him to ashes with just a thought.” He hissed.

That charred body flashed again in front of her eyes.

“Believe me Liam, I am more of a danger to you right now than she is to Killian.” David said, looking pointedly down at Emma’s wrists, where the metal of her new suppression bracelets winked brightly.

“Those keep her powers down to the point where she is no more powerful than you are. Me, they don’t see the need to regulate me that way. So again, think hard about where you want this conversation to go.”

Liam glared daggers down at David for a long second before ripping his arm free and walking off in the opposite direction from where Killian went.

“I have to go.” Emma said again, after remaining silent for the exchange between Liam and David. She started walking for the doors that she had seen Killian go through when she felt a hand touch lightly on her shoulder.

So much lighter than the force David had just shown Liam. Always gentle with her.

“Emma” David said, moving so he was in front of her again. “Be careful. Things got pretty ugly between the two of them, so take it easy on Killian.”

“Don’t worry about me David.” She said, reaching to hug him quickly. “I’ll be okay.”

She let him go and rushed out the doors, barreling down the stairs.

Liam had been arguing with them for a good 10 minutes, so Killian already had a good head start to getting away from them.

Emma thought back on the conversations that they had shared over the last few weeks and thought about all of the places he liked to go when he was in a mood. He wouldn’t go to the library, too many people even with the lockdown.

Nor would he go back to his dorm room. That would probably be the last place he went if Emma was honest. He hated being alone there.

Suddenly, the roof of the science building came to mind. Killian loved being up there in the quiet solitude of the planetarium.

With that in mind, she took off at a run for the science building, hoping she wasn’t too late.

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