After his memories return, Killian struggles to cope with the realization of everything and everyone he left behind. Comfort comes from an unlikely source. Golden Hook frenemyship
Notes: Here’s my contirbution to the Season 7 speculation angst train. Credit goes to @this-too-too-sullied-flesh for sending me down this path, and to @lenfaz for further fanning the flames. As noted, there are six billion spoilers and points of speculation for the upcoming season. So, uh, if you want to avoid any of those, avoid this fic!
He’d forgotten that in the thirteen months he had been cursed. He’d forgotten the burn, the taste, his thirst for alcohol while cursed. Rogers had been a teetotaler, refusing anything that would alter his overly righteous state-of-mind. Rogers was a good cop, by the book, respectable. Everything that Killian Jones isn’t, despite sharing a face and body for over a year.
My internet friend is an idol AU with keito and the reader knowing about jump please!
Note: I wrote this as if Keitopinion
weren’t a JUMP related blog but something that Keito had started on his own as
a sort of release so, for the purpose of this, keitopinion will be referenced
but there won’t be any mentions of JUMP in his entries, there will also be made
up entries where I did my best to try and portray Keito. Hopefully I’ve done my
number 1 justice! – Mod C
It had been a long day. Concert prep was
taking a lot out of Keito and, while he definitely enjoyed it and was excited
to be doing lives soon, he couldn’t help but be happy when he finally made it
home. Throwing his jacket down on the couch, Keito pulled out his phone and
made his way into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of juice. He paused, hand
on the fridge handle and a smile spreading over his face as he read the message
that was waiting for him.
ABeautifulDream: I listened to that song you recommended. How do you
always know what kinds of things I like?
How could I not know? Keito thought. Typing a quick reply, he slid his phone
back into his pocket and finished grabbing his snack before going into the
living room and settling on the couch.
OddlyCharmingGentleman: I have my ways （⌒▽⌒ゞ
OddlyCharmingGentleman: I’m glad you liked it though! I have a few more I
could recommend if you want.
Note: I still don’t know how to write these kinds of things. XD but I hope you guys like this one. Feel free to comment on it. 😉😉
Looking at the bottom of the glass, I could only drown my sorrows with whiskey and the right drinking buddy. We always do this, except, I don’t have any witty remark about how I’m going to solve my problem right now. “What a way to end a social season.”
He sat beside me, another unopened bottle in his hand.
“Hey.” He said, the bottle hit the table hard when he set it down. “So, what do you think we should do?”
“Ughr. I don’t want to think about that now, Drake. Pour me more.” He did what he’s told and poured a glass for himself. “Know what? I just want to be a bubble right now.”
“A bubble?” His stoic expression dissolved, he smirked and looked at me with amusement. “Why would you want to be a bubble?”
“Well. I want to be able to go somewhere far and just, poof! I’m just… Gone!” I downed my drink in one go and winced as it burned my throat. I took the bottle from him and poured myself more. “Ughr. I want to punch someone.”
He swirled his drink in his hand before drinking. “Heh. I can do that for you. No need to hurt your hand for that.” He scrolled through his contacts in his phone. I took his phone and slammed it to the table. “Hey! What gives??!”
“You’re drinking with me. No phones.” He seemed irritated at first but he burst into a fit of laughter after some time. “What?”
“Nah. Forget about it.” He finished his glasses and poured himself another. “What do you plan to do next?” His face turned serious.
“I don’t know. Maybe I should go back to America. It’s not like I have a home here. With the Beaumonts fall though, I don’t think my conscience will allow me to leave.” I stared at my glass as if looking for answers. Then I looked at him. “I’m a mess, Drake. I can’t believe I let myself get dragged to the mud like this. My life was simple, you know?”
“Life is never simple, Riley.” Drake propped his elbow to his seat, his chin resting on his knuckles. “I’ll talk to Liam tomorrow. Clear your name.”
“Nah. Just. Let things cool first. He must hate me right now. Heh. Madeleine got what she wanted. That godaweful person now cohabitates with the guy I like. What a world.” I sent a gulp of my drink down my throat, letting it sting my esophagus. “You know what? I can live with any other competitor being chosen. Why couldn’t he have chosen Penelope?? She’s pretty, well mannered, she’s trained for this life. Or maybe Kiara. She smart, well read, and she can speak 7 fucking languages. She even German-ed me with a mix of French and Spanish! I was so lost I just answered her ‘I think so.’!” Drake laughed almost to tears. “Right? I was so shocked I answered her randomly. How the fuck would I know what she meant?” I laughed with Drake, but the laughter is short lived. “I bet Kiara would make a better queen than me too. She’s also a nice person. God! Why would she choose that Madeleine? Ughr.”
“You know, we don’t have to talk about this if you’re still bummed about it.” Drake downed his drink and slapped his glass to the table. “I bet Maxwell’s going to be more helpful in cheering you up. I’m going to give him a call.” He reached for his phone the same time I did, his hand was over mine. He rubbed the back of my hand softly before reaching for me. Next thing I know his lips were touching mine.
I pulled away immediately after, shock traced in my face. “Drake? Why would– Why would you do that?” Drake is too flustered to answer, his face beet red. He stood up from where he sat.
“Uh… I’m sorry Monroe. I didn’t–” he covered his face with his hands. I haven’t seen him this flustered before and I think it kind of looked cute. “I should– ahm. I should probably go.”
“N-No. Uh… Drake?” I stood up and grabbed his wrist just in time before he’s out the door. “Drake.”
He turned to face me, his eyes avoiding mine. “I think you know why I did what I did. And I believe you’re not–” I stopped him from talking with my lips touching his. He answered it by putting his arms around me.
The kiss deepens, it somehow tastes nothing like whiskey. His hands travel down to my waist and he lifted me up to put me on top of the table we we’re sharing. Parting only to catch our breaths, I pull him closer to me. His kisses travel down to my neck.
“I don’t know why but this feels–” his teeth biting down on my neck interrupted me and my mind turned blank. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he placed his hands under my shirt traveling up to my breast. “–so good.”
He continued to leave a line of kisses down my neck, then to my chest, my legs at his sides. His touch was electric, sending my senses into chaos with his breath on my skin. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He said in a low growl as he pressed his chest to mine, his hands holding both my legs as I steady myself with one arm. Before it goes too far, I stopped him. “What’s wrong?”
“Someone might walk in and see us.” With my hand on his chest, I can feel his heart beating wildly. He lifted me off the table, my arms laced around his neck when he did. “Where to now?” He looked at me, I can’t believe how gentle he looked like in my eyes. His face drawn with a kindness I have never seen before. He smiled at me and my heart jumped to my throat.
Emily knew she was in for a hard long battle when she walked in her superior’s office to find him already drinking. “Hey, you started without me?” she pouted. She figured it wouldn’t do anything, but it never hurt to try.
Hotch didn’t look up until the agent sat across from him and poured herself a glass. “I’m sorry, I-“ he broke off, bringing his hand to his forehead. “I’m sorry.”
Her heart turned to hear him speak with such a weak voice, a stark contrast to his usual commanding air. “You don’t have to apologize.” She contemplated a moment before deciding that being direct was probably the most efficient way to get him to talk. “What’s wrong?”
“I went to thank Penelope.” Hotch paused to take a sip of scotch, hoping the burning liquid would numb him. It didn’t work. “Everyday I delve elbow deep into horrors regular people shouldn’t have the stomach to look at.”
The profiler winced at the term ‘regular people,’ as if isolating himself from the rest of the world. “We all do,” she whispered.
Hotch looked at her desperately. “Am I turning you into monsters?”
Emily’s breath caught, rendering her speechless.
“All of you are so brave and smart and kind, but most of all you’re eager to please. And that selflessness, that dedication to others and to me, has led you all through some of the most nightmarish situations possible. What kind of leader am I to charge you through this maze of barbarity and cruelty and expect you to follow in my footsteps?”
Rando idea: one thing mortals got totally right about god is that it and its angels like wine? So like, sidon has the idea to have link try some not realizing its like The One Mortal Thing god was cool with angels partaking in. Pours him a glass and watches him down it like its NOTHUNG. "Uh, Link, that didnt like taste weird to you or anything?" "Oh no, i mean ive certainly had better wine, but this is much better then what they had in 1567."
link, pouring himself another (full) wine glass: i had some in Gaul in 1357 tht tasted like feet but this is p good actually im glad mortals stopped using their feet to crush the grapes
the only foreseeable issue i suppose could b links never had more than a couple glasses at most so getting him like Actually drunk is hilarious
Send me a ☀ for a happy memory my muse has shared with yours
“I remember that day…as clear as if it was yesterday.” she pours the Astartes a glass of her favored wine. This was a bottle she opened on very rare occasions. “It was the kind of legend you read in books. Who knew? Who knew a handful of relics can change one’s destiny?”
“It is indeed life-changing.” Icarus took a sip of the sweet, tart brew. “I’m rather glad it was you who stumbled upon it, my Goddess. I could not imagine serving anyone else.”
“You have four other Gods to choose from.” she jests as she took her own drink.
“True, but none of them I would be enjoying the company of.”
Phichit: Wedding vlog!! Come see my best friend marry his childhood crush in the extravaganza of the century! And with me today is my main man Chris!
Chris, sipping martinis at 11am: I’m so proud of Victor for finding a man ready to accept his receding hairline.
Phichit: Let not male pattern baldness stand in the way of true love! Let’s go!
Priest: Look, you’re going to have to shorten your vows. I’ve got another wedding at 3.
Victor, holding a five inch thick wad of notes, outraged: This is the abridged version.
Yakov: Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the grooms!
*Victor and Yuuri walk out of the church arm in arm, beaming.*
Yurio: *aims his flower petals directly at JJ’s face*
Phichit: Hey handsome, I caught the bouquet! Want to be in my video?
Seung-gil, off camera: Did you specifically ask to sit next to me?
Phichit, whispers: It was fate.
Chris, to Seung-gil: I saw him texting Yuuri.
Phichit, sliding in close to Seung-gil: Fate…
Yuuri: Oh my god who installed a pole at my reception??!
Chris, toasting Victor: You’re welcome.
*Victor, tearing up* *
Chris winks at the camera like he’s on The Office*
Yuuri: I thought that was a bachelor’s night special!
Phichit, handing him champagne: It’s too early to say.
Phichit and Chris: As joint best men for our speech, before we got on to embarrassing university stories, we thought we’d talk about the qualities that make Victor and Yuuri such a great couple.
*brings up a powerpoint*
Phichit: The male form.
Chris: Now as we can see from this shot, Yuuri is blessed with ample…
Yuuri: I don’t know what else I expected tbh. Victor, more champagne please.
Victor, lovestruck, bewitched, missing Yuuri’s glass and pouring it on his lap: Yes darling!
Yuuri: Have you seen Victor? After we cut the cake he was crying and said he had to go thank Jesus or something??
Yurio, coming into the room: … you guys are not going to believe this.
*cut to outside shot of Victor clinging to the church spire, pants off, waving his cake at the sky*
Victor, screaming: I’M GAY! THANK YOU JESUS!!!
Yurio, yelling: YOU’RE DRUNK.
Victor: Good point. I’m gay AND drunk, THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!
Yuuri, tears in his eyes: I love him so much.
Phichit: Ok I may have had a little too much and flirted with that fireman.
Chris: You asked him to douse you with his special hose. It was incredible.
Phichit: At least they rescued Victor.
Phichit, crying softly: Don’t forget me on your honeymoon!
Yuuri: Don’t worry, I’ll think of you every time I ask Victor to douse me with his special-
Victor: I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Chris: Well he did just promise you a blow jo-
Victor, blushing, visibly excited, grabbing Yuuri and slamming the car door: WE’RE GOING NOW BYE.
Phichit: So, how was the wedding for you?
Milla: The open bar was great except… Yurio got in.
*Yurio runs past on all fours, growling and spitting*
Seung-gil: … how did this ring get on my finger?
Phichit: Don’t you worry your gorgeous head about it, you lily soft love muffin.
Michele: I think Victor went on his honeymoon pants-less…
Chris: We should’ve asked the firemen to help clean…
*pan out onto an empty room, tables messy with plates and glasses, streamers everywhere, Yurio is asleep on the ground, there is a small fire in one corner and Victor’s pants flutter from the chandelier*
Niall opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. You rolled your eyes as you stared at him from across the kitchen counter. Niall furrowed his eyebrows as he placed his hand on his chin. He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “Alright. Tell me again exactly what she said.”
You let out a sigh as you leaned your hands against the counter. “She basically told me to fuck off, Niall.” Niall shook his head and sat down on one of the bar stools. “I just can’t believe Kimberly would say something like that to you.” You sighed as you sat on the seat next to his. You leaned your head against your arm. “I can’t believe it either.”
“So did you tell Harry?” Niall asked. You shook your head, “No. And I’m not planning on telling him either. I can’t tell him that he married-”
“The wicked bitch of London?” Niall interrupted, lips quirking up in a smile. You let out a chuckle as you gently punched him in the arm. “I’m serious, Niall. It’ll break his heart knowing Kimberly’s capable of saying something like that to someone. Promise me you won’t tell him?” Niall shrugged his shoulders as he got up to grab something from the fridge. “I guess, Y/N. But he’ll find out eventually. What’s he gonna think when his best friend suddenly stops talking to him?”
You groaned as you placed your head on the counter. “It’s not like I was going to do anything to hurt the marriage. I respect Harry too much to ever jeopardize it. But now I feel like I did overstep my boundaries, that’s why Kimberly wants me out of the picture.”
Niall turned around from looking in the fridge, a bottle of water in his hands. “You did nothing wrong, Y/N. You’re Harry’s best friend. Just because he’s married, that’s never going to change. Kimberly’s just insecure that her marriage is in the runs.”
You rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted of the situation. “Out of all the people I could’ve fell in love with, why Harry?” You let out a laugh at how ironic your life was. “I just had to be the stereotypical girl who falls in love with her best friend.”
Niall smiled, sitting back down next to you as he placed his arm around you. “Harry’s just a great guy. Every girl is bound to fall in love with him. At least you have the privilege of being his best friend?” Niall tried assuring you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You leaned your head against Niall’s shoulder and puffed out your cheeks, “I hate my life.”
With yet another promise from Niall that things were going to work out in the end for you, Niall left your apartment. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your Facebook feed. You sighed as you saw another post from Harry’s honeymoon. You leaned your head against the bed frame as you clicked on Harry’s name. You started looking through his most recent pictures. A lot of the photos were either from his honeymoon or his wedding. You tried not to wince as you would stumble upon pictures of him and Kimberly kissing. You were basically looking at Harry’s timeline in his photos. There were pictures from when he proposed to Kimberly, pictures of them at a Coldplay concert, pictures of them eating crazy looking food, pictures of them on the bed snuggling. Just pictures of them.
You laughed as you landed on the next picture, your hand covering your mouth.
You smiled at Harry as he placed a small cake in front of you. He sat down in front of you, a smile so wide, you were afraid his dimples would somehow burst. “This is my first time trying out this cake recipe, love, so bare with me if it’s not good.” Harry said as he began lighting candles on the cake.
You shook your head, a smile still on your face. “It looks absolutely amazing, H.” Harry looked over at you and smiled. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. “And now, it’s officially your birthday.”
Since you and Harry were twelve, he’s always made sure to be the first to tell you Happy Birthday. As your best friend, it was his sole purpose to do so. Every year, Harry would make you a cake, from scratch, and would sing you happy birthday. You guys would eat cake in your pajamas while watching Sixteen Candles and eat even more cake for breakfast in the morning. It was a perfect tradition you’d hope would never end.
Your eyes glanced over to the caption. On this day, my beautiful best friend came into this world. I will always remain thankful for this day. I will always love you.
You bit your bottom lip, rereading the caption what felt like a million times. You couldn’t help but wonder how your birthday will be this year. It was only in a couple of weeks. Would Harry still come over? Should he even come over? With everything Kimberly said, is it right for him to come over? You grabbed one of the pillows placed on your bed and screamed into it. With your head still in the pillow, your laptop began to ring. You looked over to see your mom was trying to FaceTime you. “Just what I needed” you mumbled. You plastered on the most phony smile to exist. “Hey mom.”
Your mom smiled, “Oh, honey! How lovely it is to see you!” You shook your head, letting out a giggle. “I saw you at the wedding, mom.” Your mom shook her head, a look of concern appearing on her face. “How are you doing, sweetie?” Besides Niall, your mom was the only one that knew of your feelings for Harry. How could she not? She was your mother. Your mom would always tell her friends that she knew you and Harry would be married someday. She loved your friendship and she loved how Harry respected you. It’s what every parent dreams for their child. When she got the invitation to his wedding, she was absolutely shattered for her daughter. She immediately called you only to be met with you sobbing on the other side of the line.
You shrugged your shoulders, pushing your hair behind your ears. “I’m fine.” Your mom shook her head. “You’re not. And it’s okay if you aren’t.”
You sighed as you stared at the computer screen. “It’s over, mom. He’s married. I can’t do anything but be supportive for him.” Your mom pursed her lips, nodding her head. “Well, Y/N. The reason why I called was because I want you to go out-”
You groaned, interrupting her. “Mom. Please. The last thing I want to do is go on a date.” Your mom let out a sigh.
“Y/N. Harry’s married.” You shook your head slowly as your eyes shifted away from the screen. Your mother continued, “And from looking at how happy he was at the wedding and listening to his vows…Y/N, he’s going to be married for a long time.” You sniffed, trying not to tear up in front of your mom.
Your mom looked down at her hand, looking at her wedding ring. “Every mother wants that for her child. They want to see them in love. They want to see their wedding. I want that for you, Y/N. As your mother, I can’t stand back and watch you hurting.”
You looked back at the computer screen, a tear falling down. “Let yourself be happy.” Your mom whispered on the other side. Your head shot down in defeat. She was right. A moment of silence passed before you whispered, “Alright.”
Lucas was…nice. He did everything you were supposed to do on a first date. He asked about your family, he asked about your job, he asked about your hobbies. He pulled out your chair for you at dinner, he held open the door for you, he paid for dinner. Lucas was a proper gentleman. You couldn’t help but think you needed someone like Lucas. As harsh as it sounds, Lucas was your distraction from Harry.
“Well this is me.” You said as you nodded towards your apartment building. Lucas nodded as he followed your gaze. “Is it alright if I walk you towards your door?”
You smiled, nodding your head. As you and Lucas were walking towards your door, you let out a laugh as Lucas was telling you about accidentally walking into his brother “handling” his business in his room.
Your laughter halted as you saw Harry standing in front of your door. He was staring between you and Lucas with his arms crossed. “Harry? What are you doing here?” Harry stared at Luke before he turned to look at you. “Can I talk to you?”
Lucas cleared his throat, catching on the tension. “I should probably get going, Y/N. I had a really great time.” You turned to look at Lucas and gave him a small smile, nodding. “I did, too.” You leaned over and gave him a hug. As Lucas returned the hug, you couldn’t help but feel Harry throwing daggers at you. Lucas cleared his throat once more as he nodded towards Harry and walked back towards the elevators.
As soon as you opened your apartment door, Harry was quick to ask, “Who was that?” You ignored his question, taking your heels off. “What did you need to talk about, Harry?”
Harry cleared his throat, crossing his arms once again. “Were you on a date?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yes. Ok, yes, Harry. I was on a date.”
Harry let out a scoff. “That explains why you wouldn’t answer my texts.” You rolled your eyes as you began pouring yourself a glass of wine. “Well I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you.”
Harry closed his mouth, a slight pang of hurt on his face. He shook his head. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Kimberly got into our first fight today. I really needed you, Y/N.” You stared into the wine glass, your mind zoning off as Harry went on about the fight.
“I just need you to tell me what to do.” Harry said. You quickly came back to your senses. “I’m sorry, H. I got none of that.” Harry let out a sigh. He was already frustrated enough with Kimberly and being ignored by you wasn’t making it any better. “Damn it, Y/N. Stop thinking about that guy and pay attention to me.”
This time it was your turn to let out a scowl. “I’m sorry Harry that I wasn’t listening to you go on about your wife. Why would I want to hear your problems in your marriage when I’m having problems myself?”
Harry threw his arms out, “You’re supposed to be my best friend! You’re supposed to be listening to my problems and help!”
“My life doesn’t revolve around you, Harry!”
Harry looked away from you, shaking his head. He realized he was being needy but you’ve never had a problem with it before. You were always happy to help him whenever you could. He couldn’t help but think it was because you had a potential guy in your future. He doesn’t know who that guy was, how many dates you guys have been on, or how much you liked him. What he did know was you didn’t look right with that guy.
Harry placed his hand on the door knob before he looked at you. “You’re right. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”
“Wait, H-” You closed your eyes as the door shut. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hating that you were so harsh to Harry. You were about to run after him but you couldn’t help but thinking about what Kimberly said. You knew you shouldn’t let her words get into her head. Why is she just now having a problem with your friendship with Harry when they’ve been together for two years now? You let out a sigh as you sat on your kitchen barstool. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like from Kimberly’s shoes. You would be insecure as well if your husband had a best friend that has feelings for him. But you weren’t the type of person to jeopardize a marriage, why couldn’t she see that? You leaned your head against your hand. You didn’t know what to do anymore.
When Harry stepped into the elevator, his eyes were staring at your door, expecting you to run after him. When your door made no movement of opening, Harry looked down at the floor as the elevator doors closed.
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Alteans being resistant to most earth toxins and poisons is the one hc that would make for the most coolest and messed up shit tbh.
On one hand you can have Allura handling poison dart frogs and everyone’s like freaking out but they realize that she’s immune so she holds them just tight enough they won’t jump at the paladin’s faces so they can get a closer look at the pretty little things.
On the other hand you can have them catch Allura pouring windex in a glass of ice and taking that shit down like shots like it’s gatorade and Lance faints, Hunk is screaming, Pidge is screaming, Shiro is freaking the fuck out and calling 911 and Keith is on the couch fucking asleep. And Allura wondering wtf is going on because she’s had like six of these drinks last week and she was fine so she doesn’t know why they’re all freaking the fuck out and taking her to the hospital.