7,500 words of what happened after Killian and Emma met at a bar one night, and then when she contacted him via instagram 10 months later. I know that many amazing, wonderful, lovely readers do not care for CS baby fics. So this is a warning- this fic is not for you.
The bar was exactly what he needed tonight. Dark. Dingy. Someplace no one would ever expect to find Killian Jones. He’d been invited to many parties, all at trendy places a few miles to the west in hipper areas of Boston, but tonight he just wanted to drink around real people with real lives and real problems. Not people whose sole purpose in talking to him was to see what he could do for them. To see if any of that “Killian Jones” magic could transform their lives. It couldn’t. He couldn’t help anyone.
He’d turned his sorrow and skill with a guitar into a successful career, but that was it. It has brought him no happiness, and he had nothing to share with anyone else.
RE: Murder She Wrote. I had the same experience with the Magnum P.I., Dukes of Hazzard, Knight Rider, Simon & Simon and A-Team box sets. It's amazing how many actors pop up in them that were either huge stars before the 80s in movies or people who became hugely famous afterwards.
The absolute king of the surprising guest star series would have to be Gunsmoke, a Western that was only recently overtaken as the longest-running drama series on television.
You turn it on, and you might see…hey, Leonard Nimoy as an Indian:
i didn’t forget! sorry, i just came down with a nasty stomach bug that ruined my weekend but here we go (prompt from here)
Hux looks up from his laptop when he hears the door open. His neighbor comes in, half naked (which seems to be his natural state) and looking like he just rolled out of bed.
“Quick, hide me,” Kylo says and Hux rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the laptop.
“I gave you the keys so you can feed my cat when I’m out of town and not to hide at my flat just because you don’t want to meet your disgusting hook-ups in the daylight.” He can hear Kylo walk to the kitchen and open the fridge.
“Excuse me,” Kylo tells him and Hux can hear his orange juice being opened filled into a glass. “They are not disgusting. I just give them an easy way out. No hard feelings.”
Hux huffs and turns around then. Leaning, over the back of his chair, he looks at Kylo, who stands in his kitchen as if he owns it, and who indeed drinks the last of his orange juice.
“Or you can…you know, tell them you’re not interested in more.”
“I’m not a heart breaker, Hux. That’s your nickname. Breaking my heart every time you say no when I ask you out,” Kylo says and sits down on Hux’s couch, taking Hux’s remote and turning on Hux’s tv. Hux has the feeling Kylo uses everything that belongs to Hux, as if he owns it. Hux lets him though. He can’t pinpoint why. Instead of being angry, he just keeps “hiding” Kylo here and lets him roam around.
“I’m sorry, Kylo,” Hux tells him as he turns back to his laptop. “But where would you hide when you toss me aside like everyone else? I’m just doing you a favor.”
Kylo snorts and Hux can hear he’s turned on Ninja Warrior.
“I’d never, Hux,” Kylo says. “I’d actually keep you, if I’d get you.”
Despite it being cheesy, Hux can’t help but smile a bit. Stupid Kylo. Hux finishes the sentence he was typing when Kylo came in, saves the document and then closes the laptop.
He gets up from the chair and can hear a door outside being opened and closed. Heels clicking on the floor.
“I think your night entertainment is gone. You can go back now,” Hux tells him and sits down on the couch next to Kylo. “So I can turn off that rubbish,” he adds, gesturing to the tv.
Kylo chuckles and stretches. His arm lands on the back of the couch, right behind Hux’s shoulders.
“I’d rather stay here.”
“I’d rather you go.”
“Tell you what. You finally agree to go to dinner with me, and I’ll leave now. So you can prepare for our dinner date.”
Hux rolls his eyes at Kylo’s words and punches Kylo’s shoulder. Kylo laughs and rubs the bruised spot. “C’mon,” Kylo says. “This gotta be the 100th time I asked you. You have to give in some day.”
“Some day maybe, but not today.”
“Just leave, Kylo,” Hux says, but he laughs a bit because Kylo is ridiculous.
“Please, Hux. I have coupons for Red Lobster even.”
“Classy,” Hux mutters and feels a bit insulted all of the sudden. Before it can grow into a full pout, there’s suddenly Kylo’s arm around him and Kylo is half hugging him.
“I’m just joking. Dinner tonight. At mine. You. Me, And my mean lasagna.”
“You can cook?”
“Only that recipe.”
Hux sighs and damn, it feels good. Kylo’s arm around him like that. And really, whom is he kidding anyway? He doesn’t know why he declined Kylo’s invitations again and again. He admitted to himself he has the hots for his neighbor, ages ago.
“Fine,” he hears himself saying. Because why the fuck not? “But I’m bringing the wine. I bet your wine only exists as boxed wine,” he sneers.
Kylo laughs again and his lips brush Hux’s temple. It’s half a kiss only, and Hux’s heart is already speeding up. Kylo gets up from the couch then, and Hux already misses his warmth.
“Awesome. It’s a date then. I’ll leave you in peace now, clean the apartment, clean myself.” He winks and it should be ridiculous.
“You’re not as smooth as you think, you know?” Hux asks, but can’t hide his smile. Kylo smiles back and walks over to the door.
“Seven on the dot,” he tells Hux, waves, blows him a kiss and leaves. Hux can hear him singing in the hallway.
“Ridiculous,” Hux repeats to himself. He grabs the remote to change the channel.
He grins like a fool throughout the whole episode of Magnum, p.i.
I'd buy a shirt with the g-cube on it, in his magnum P.I. get up, maybe with something like "Hotter in person" written on it.
Bless you. Smooth Paul’s bravado is really a shield for his deep emotional insecurities and his slow coming out as a nonosexual (that is, a sexless creature with no real interest in shagging, gender, or conforming to human nonsense). He needs your support.
Glorious Results of a Misspent Youth | Billy Hargrove x OFC
CHAPTER THREE part one
‘Where to even start, Andie.’ The principal
says. Andie is sitting in his office. The principal is leaning on his desk – as
principals do. Billy went first, with Andie waiting out in the hall. She kept
her ear against the door and picked up most of the conversation. Billy had
yelled at a teacher about something, which is why he was in trouble, but the
conversation was mostly about how Billy shouldn’t drag Andie down with him. To where, Andie wondered, Hell? Billy spoke too softy to hear, but
it obviously wasn’t an argument. When Billy came out of the office they both
looked pretty calm, so Andie’s plan seemed to have done the trick. It even got
the principal’s mind off what Billy was actually in trouble for. Now it’s her
turn. ‘Smoking marijuana? I could call the police, Andie, you know that right?’
‘Yeah, I know.’ She mumbles. ‘I just don’t understand. You are a good kid, you
get good grades. What happened?’ He says. Andie frowns. He obviously didn’t
read her file. Her grades are pretty good, but she skips a lot of classes and
is almost always late. It’s highly unlikely her file says, “good kid”. ‘Eh… I
don’t know, nothing happened, I just messed up I guess.’ The principal looks
unsatisfied. ‘But… I’ve learned from this… and I won’t do it again?’ He chuckles.
‘Is that a question, Andie?’ ‘No, sir. I won’t do it again.’ She repeats. He
sighs. She’s obviously not doing great. ‘Look, Andie, I know what’s going on
here.’ Andie raises her eyebrows. This’ll
be something. ‘That Billy is a bad boy and that’s probably very
attractive.’ Andie frowns. ‘But he’ll drag you down to a place you won’t like,
Andie. You should stay away from him.’ He says. Andie scoffs, here he goes
again with his dragging. She’s getting pissed. ‘I’m sorry, Sir, you can tell me
not to do illegal things on your property, and I won’t do that anymore. But I
don’t think you can tell me who I can and cannot hang out with.’ The principal
crosses his arms. ‘You’re right. But, Andie, I promise you’ll regret it if you
don’t listen to me. Billy is a bad egg.’ Andie feels the rage bubbling up. She
stands up and points a finger aggressively at the principal. ‘How do you think
the “bad boys” of the world end up like that? Because after one week of knowing
them adults like you call them bad eggs and make well-meaning and kind people
like me stay away from them.’ The principal stands up. ‘You do not tell me how
to do my job, Andie. Sit down.’ Andie drops back on her chair, still an angry
look on her face. The principal continues, ‘I mean, look at yourself Andie. You
start hanging out with Billy and suddenly you are smoking pot and yelling at
your superiors.’ Andie takes a deep breath. ‘I have been smoking pot for years,
Sir.’ She says in a calm voice. ‘You and I have never spoken before. How can
you possibly tell me that I’ve changed? And, by the way, Billy and I aren’t
even hanging out.’ The principal goes to say something, but Andie keeps going.
‘I’m sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have yelled. I won’t smoke weed again and I didn’t
mean to disrespect you. I just got angry.’ Of course Andie means none of this
last part, but she knows this’ll probably get her out of trouble. ‘Well you
can’t say I didn’t warn you, Andie. And no more pot.’ He says sternly to make
himself feel like he is in control of the conversation. ‘No, Sir, I promise.’
Andie says. He sighs. He achieved nothing, but he wants to go home. ‘Alright,
Andie, you can go.’ She gets up ‘Thank you, Sir.’ She says, and she gets out.
Billy is standing right outside the door smiling at her. When the door is
closed Billy starts clapping and Andie takes a bow. ‘Thank you, thank you, this
one is for all the fans out there.’ She states. Billy laughs. They walk out and
down the hall to the exit. ‘For the record, I don’t need some girl going around
telling people how I’m secretly a good egg.’ Billy says. Andie laughs loudly.
‘I can’t hear the word “egg” again for the rest of my life.’ She says. They
both laugh. When they get to Billy’s car there’s a red haired angry looking
girl leaning on the hood. ‘Who’s late now?’ She mumbles when Billy unlocks the
door. ‘Get in the fucking car, Max.’ He growls at her. Andie raises her
eyebrows. Max gets in the car. ‘That your sister?’ She asks Billy. Billy’s mood
has shifted completely. ‘No.’ He says. ‘I’ll see you,’ and with that he gets in
the cars and drives off. Andie isn’t even surprised anymore. She’s getting used
to Billy’s mood swings.