Mind if I suggest more uninterested hoe keith only he expierences with aphrodisiac for the first time? Or is drugs a big no no?
wow i said i was gonna sleep but im a liar DRUGS DIFFER FOR KEITH i’m thinkin’ he’d rather try it with a customer he trusts (and also knows what tf they’re doing too) so he won’t feel like he’s being taken advantage
hope u like the idea of rolo giving him some of that stuff & gettin’ Good Dick At Last 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Finn: “We had to land here. Why couldn’t we have crashed into a planet with fruit trees and lagoons with fresh water. NO! It had to be sand and heat with no water or civilisation anywhere in sight. Could this get any worse?!”
Finn trudged forward, his foot getting caught in the looser sand path, kicking sand everywhere he stepped.
(Y/n): “Well, we could die out here.”
Either by thirst or death by talking too much.
Finn: “Not helping (Y/n). I’m surprised your boyfriend hadn’t stormed his way to this planet to get you back yet.”
(Y/n): “He’s not my boyfriend. Look, scrap metal. We must be getting close.”
Finn: “Then how do you know who I’m talkin’ about?”
He was awfully smug about this. It only dawn upon you that he hadn’t mentioned a name to give a face to the boyfriend word.
(Y/n): “What I meant to say is I don’t have a boyfriend!”
Finn: “Nice recovery.”
Whether that was sarcasm or truth there was one way to find out.
You glared at him, hand reaching to the belt on your hip. Only to touch fabric and leather. Your blood ran cold. No. No. NO!
(Y/n): “My lightsaber. Its gone. I must have dropped it back in the ship.”
Finn: “Good thing too. I’d rather die with my body intact thank you very much.”
Finn could understand how you feel, hell he feels bare without his blaster.
Finn: “Speaking of boyfriend. You sure he won’t come after us?”
That earned him another irritated glare from you. Peace. You drew out a breath slowly. You might as well just let him do away with it since he seems adamant about labelling the sith lord as such.
(Y/n): “No, I think you overestimate how much they care about me.”
It was breaking your heart how easily discarded you were. You’re alone now. You’re on your own.
Finn: “I guess this means there’s no kiss and make up anytime soon huh?”
You were having this faraway look in your eyes, so Finn took your wrist and turned your shoulder around to face him.
Finn: “Hey, peanut. I’m no longer a stormtrooper and you’re no longer a Knight of Ren. That part of our lives is over and we are never going back. I don’t know how but we’re going to get through this.”
The will to live that had turned to embers were slowly rekindled. You now have purpose to live.
Emma moves to Storybrooke, Ohio with her son Henry to try to start a new life after her previous one fell apart. She wasn’t ready for life in a small town. The lovely residents. The welcoming preacher and his family. And most importantly, the sinful brother of the preacher. Rating: S for Sinful
This is it… the final installment on this verse
A huge thank you to @spartanguard for the banner and @zengoalie and @amagicalship for their beta. This fic wouldn’t happen without them!
A/N: this is still a gift for the lovely @brooke-to-broch and please accept this epilogue as a belated birthday gift for this year!
(The only one who could ever reach me)
He was the sweet-talkin’ brother of a preacher man
A few months later
The summer was bleeding out, only
a few weeks left before school started again. The weather had been slightly
chilly, the summer breeze feeling stronger in the evenings. But it was nice
that day, the perfect temperature for a barbeque in the backyard to celebrate a
In reality, there had already been
a housewarming. Emma and Henry had moved out of the farm and into a little
cottage with a front and a backyard on the outskirts of the town at the
beginning of the summer. Killian had helped moved their belongings into the
house, stealing kisses from Emma whenever he could and making innuendo-laced
comments about how she could pay him later with certain attentions. His goofy smile and waggling eyebrows had been so over
the top that Emma had burst out laughing before she stole a quick kiss from him
and sent him on his merry way to assembly Henry’s new desk.
‘ alright, so you might think everyone here is a super cool spy and shit, but come on, do you hear what comes outta the suites late at night ? what’s the deal with the backstreet boys phenomenon up in here ? and all them ‘ big scary ’ leaders, am i the only one that hears spice girls on loop whenever they’re goin’ down the hall ? kurt cobain, anyone ? kurt cobain. just sayin’. though, nineteen was the worst year of my life, gotta put that out there. nineteen, man. and i lived on the street. ’