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In ridonculous takes they can just constantly hate on marmaduke and in roti they can be a gag character that really hates marmaduke because reasons and gets booted early for being annoying
I think that would be better established if we actually got to see that rivalry play out. What if they were part of gen 1.5 and had a rivalry with marmaduke only to disappear after the dog gets fucking killed only to show up in ridonculous takes and brag about killing that fucking dog
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Falling for the Bad Boy
Summary: Emma Swan is done with dating and relationships, regardless of the fact that Mary Margaret is determined to set her up with someone while taking her out barhopping. It's just too bad for MM that the one guy Emma has her eyes on at The Captain's Rum is the one guy her sister-in-law refuses to set her up with. Ruby and Mary Margaret try to warn her about the bartender's infamous reputation as the bad boy of Storybrooke, but Emma refuses to listen. Besides, she's not looking for anything serious, only someone who can give her a night of pure bliss without all the strings. And she has an inkling Killian is the perfect man for the job. What could possibly go wrong?
This is an alternative version of Through the Rising Tide and answers the question: "What if Emma didn't flee from Killian the night she met him?"
Notes: I don't think I ever posted this here on Tumblr, but when I started writing this, I had thought about this a while beforehand because I was asking myself what would've happened if this started as a captain swan story as well as ended as one. And then someone prompted me to write it, so I thought I'd give it a whirl to see where it goes. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I have some ideas of where it will go. The first chapter is basically the same as the first chapter of Through the Rising Tide, except Emma doesn't run out of the bar or run into Liam. So let's see what happens if she and Liam never get together in this universe. You do not have to read ttrt to read this.
Rated: Explicit
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4
Chapter Five
He can do this. No, he can do the shit out of this. There’s no doubt in his mind. He hasn’t had an exclusive girlfriend since high school, but that wasn’t so long ago. And he wasn’t nearly as crazy about his girlfriend back then as he is about Emma. They’ve only been together a few times but she already makes him feel things he never thought he’d feel before. And it’s kind of scary. No, it’s very scary. But he can do this. He’s a Jones after all.
A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets, his father always tells him. What Killian wanted just had never involved a woman before, other than one night in the sack.
A lass dressed in skinny jeans and a halter top showing an evocative amount of cleavage comes up to the counter, leaning over the bar top, putting said cleavage on full display.
He’s not looking, but it’s all right there. So he keeps his eyes focused on his task.
“Are you Killian?”
Don’t smile, don’t even pretend to be interested and most importantly, do not flirt or so much as make her think you’re flirting.
He looks up at her, only to be polite and answer her question. “Depends who’s asking.”
A cunning smile spreads across her face as she plants her chin in her hand and stares at him dreamily. He hasn’t seen her before, so he’d venture a guess to say she heard from a friend of a friend how good in bed he is and wants to ‘test that theory’. “What if I told you I’m the one asking?” She bites her bottom lip, her eyes scanning him up and down as she traces the bar top with her finger. Usually he’d fall for this tactic and lay on the charm. He’d let her flirt and he’d definitely flirt back.
But not this time.
This time he has Emma, and he’s not about to fuck things up with her. She wants an exclusive relationship and that’s what he’ll give her. He wants to be a better man, not only for her, but for himself, so that’s what he’ll do, or else he’ll die trying.
He points to his name tag, not cracking a smile. “You found me.”
She nods, never taking her eyes off of him. “I sure did.” She reaches into the neckline of her halter top and pulls out a small slip of paper, handing it to him.
See, here’s the thing—the old Killian would be quick to take it and wouldn’t even think twice about it. But the new Killian, the one who has the woman he’s sure has been plucked right out of his dreams, has no desire to take that slip of paper, because the old Killian knows this woman’s number is scribbled on said slip of paper. And by even taking it just to toss it in the trash would be a mistake, because it could be a trap. And he’s not about to fall for any traps, no siree. He scratches behind his ear, not sure how he’ll turn her down without hurting her feelings, but he knows he already has by simply not taking the slip of paper. “Sorry, love, but I actually have a girlfriend.”
Her jaw drops, her brows wrinkled in confusion. She narrows her eyes, not believing him. Then she dissolves into laughter and extends her hand even further at a second attempt to give him the slip of paper. He steps back so she can’t slip it into his pocket. He knows all the tricks and he’s not about to fall for any of them.
“You’re joking, right?”
“I’m not.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m very much taken. So you can order a drink or you can leave the bar, up to you, lass,” he says seriously so she no longer thinks this is a joke.
She scoffs, her expression turning into disgust as she tears up the slip of paper and throws it at him. The two halves don’t reach very far, one landing on the bar top and the other falling to the floor in front of his feet. Again, he knows this trick. He knows she’s still holding on to a shred of hope that he’ll pick up the two halves and consider her offer after she leaves. That’s why she threw her number at him rather than take it with her. He watches her leave, but only to make sure he’s not blindsided if she decides to grab someone’s drink and throw it at him.
After she’s gone, Emma steps into the bar, to his delight and surprise. He doesn’t move to pick up the scraps of paper and toss them away before she sees them, because that would mean he has something to hide, and he doesn’t have anything to hide. Besides, he’s too captivated by her mesmerizing eyes to take his blue ones off of her.
Now it’s time to lay on the charm, to flash her his cheesiest grin and flirt with his eyes. He grabs the edge of the bar top and leans over it as she approaches him. She mirrors his pose and meets him halfway, kissing his lips. He lingers for a moment, parting his mouth against hers, not wanting to let her go just yet.
“Hey there, beautiful.”
She grins against his lips and toys with the collar of his shirt. “Hey, handsome.”
He groans as he pulls away from her. “My brother’s not here, but he’d give me hell if he finds out I’ve been kissing one of the customers.”
She laughs as she looks down at the countertop and spots the torn slip of paper.
Fuck.
She’s no idiot and knows it’s a phone number, or at least, half of a phone number. “What happened here?” She looks up at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. Her question is not accusatory, only full of curiosity, and he won’t lie to her. There’s not even a reason to lie to her. He didn’t do anything wrong.
“Some lass tried to give me her phone number and got mad when I wouldn’t take it. So she ripped it up and threw it at me, probably hoping I would keep it after she left.”
“Ah, so that’s why that lady seemed pissed when she stormed out of the bar.”
“Aye.” He’s expecting to see a bit of anger flashing in her eyes, maybe jealousy, but what he’s not expecting is to see guilt etched in her expression. He gulps.
Why is she the one feeling guilty?
“What is it, love?” He takes her chin in his hand, his thumb brushing over her jawline.
She offers a small smile and shakes her head. “Nothing, it’s just…” She looks down at the countertop like she’s afraid to tell him something.
“Just what?” He leans in closer, causing her to look up at him, their eyes finding each other. “You can tell me anything.”
She sighs and rests her forehead against his. He’s so glad this is the slow part of the night and he gets to talk with her for a moment. “I feel like I’m forcing you to do this. Like before I came along, you were Killian Jones, the town flirt who could have any girl he wanted…and I’m just…”
“You’re just what, love?” Everything he’s ever wanted? Everything he’s ever dreamed of having?
“I’m just fucking it all up for you.”
His heart sinks into his stomach. Does she actually believe that? Does she actually think he doesn’t want this? “Emma, you’re not forcing me to do anything. I asked for this.” His eyes drop to her lips, and he smirks. “Besides, I do have every girl I want…I have you. You’re the only girl I want.” Okay, he’ll admit that was cheesy, but it’s the truth.
She looks up at him, a hint of happiness in her jade depths. “Really?”
“Aye.” He leans in and kisses her lips. “So you better get it in that pretty head of yours that I’m not about to lose our bet. I never lose bets, and I especially won’t lose this one.” His breath snags when his eyes meet hers again. “There’s too much at stake this time.”
She sighs in relief, a beautiful smile overtaking her face. “Good.”
He takes her hand in both of his and presses a kiss to her knuckles. “Would you like something to drink, sweetheart?”
She looks over her shoulder toward the entrance before returning her eyes to him. “Yes, but not yet. I’m actually meeting Mary Margaret and Ruby here for a girls night, which means you’re not allowed to flirt with me when they get here.”
He gasps. “Not allowed to flirt with you? How will I survive?”
She snorts. “I’m sure you’ll find a way.” The humor fades from her features. “But I’m serious. My brother still doesn’t know we’re together, and I’d like to keep it that way. For now.”
He brings his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. “So what, I’m just your dirty little secret?”
She smirks. “Dirty? Yes. Little?” She shakes her head, her gaze falling below his belt. “Definitely not.” She lifts her eyes to his. “Secret? For now. Think you can handle that, big boy?”
He cocks his head, his cheeks heating as he caresses her forearm, the challenge and the little—or rather—big name she gave him making him hard as a fucking rock. “Psssh, can I handle that? You, my love, are looking at the king of dirty secrets.” He leans in and captures her lips once more before she has to leave the counter and pretend she doesn’t drive me crazy by simply sitting on the other side of the bar.
Minx.
When Ruby and Mary Margaret enter the bar, they both take seats across from Emma, who made sure to get a table that’s sitting right in his line of vision. He knows she did it on purpose, just to torture him. But it’s fine—he can hide his feelings. He’ll do it for Emma.
“Hey, Jones, quit standing around. I need Tequila for my girls.”
He had been so focused on Emma, he hadn’t seen Ruby making her way to the bar counter.
“Coming right up.” He grabs a bottle of 1800 tequila and three shot glasses. Before pouring them, he looks up, seeing Emma chatting with Mary Margaret, and he wishes he were the one chatting with her. He still knows practically nothing about her.
“Earth to Jones!”
He blinks, Ruby’s hand waving in his face.
“What, did you forget how to pour shot glasses?”
He opens his mouth, not sure what to say to Ruby. Emma being here while he’s trying to work is just not a good idea.
“Sorry, I…”
Ruby looks back over her shoulder to see what he’s looking at.
Fuck.
Returning her eyes to him, she has a Cheshire cat grin on her lips, one he was trying to avoid. Because the Cheshire cat grin means she’s on to him.
She studies him for a moment as he tries to return to his task of pouring the shot glasses. “Wait, you’re the guy Emma’s been hooking up with, aren’t you?”
“What?” He chuckles, trying to disguise the anxiety rising in his gut. “Of course not. She’s been seeing my brother.” He cringes, even though the statement is completely false.
She barks out a laugh, not making the panic inside him disappear in the least. “You can’t even say that without twitching.”
His cheeks heat as he adds a dash of salt and squeezes some lime into their drinks.
“If Liam were the one she’s been hanging out with, then why did you have to ask him who he’s been seeing? You both were home the night they supposedly hung out. So how would you not know it was her?”
Damn you, Ruby, for being so smart and perceptive. He sighs in defeat as he looks up, making sure Mary Margaret is still across the bar. “Fine, Emma and I hooked up, but you can’t say anything to anyone, okay? She doesn’t want David to find out.”
Ruby’s jaw drops as she points at him. “Ha! I knew it!”
He leans in and raises his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture. “Shhh. Keep your voice down.”
She raises her hands in defense and flashes a sarcastic smirk. “Sorry, I wouldn’t want David to ruin the pretty face of yours. That would be a damn shame.”
He scoffs. “You think I’m scared of that arsehole? Please, I’ve won fights against guys three times his size.”
She cocks her head in curiosity and narrows her eyes. “Then what are you afraid of?”
I push the shot glasses toward her, hoping to end this conversation immediately. “I’m just abiding by her wishes, that’s all.”
“And why is that?” She raises her hand to her chin, rubbing it gently, still eyeing him curiously. “Why do you care so much if it was just a hook-up?”
“I don’t care,” he lies. “Wanting to respect someone’s wishes doesn’t mean anything.”
“It does if you like her.”
“I don’t like her.” But even he doesn’t believe the words as they leave his mouth.
She rolls her eyes, not believing him for a second, just as he expected. “Oh sorry, you’re in love with her.”
“I’m not…” he cups the back of his neck, hesitating to finish that sentence, “I’m not in love with her.” His cheeks are on fire as he looks over at Emma to avoid looking at Ruby’s accusatory expression. But he can feel the judgments radiating off of her. Emma’s looking back at him with a curious expression, and he knows she’s wondering what he and Ruby are talking about.
Sure enough, when he reverts his attention to Ruby, her eyes are blown wide and her jaw is on the floor.
“You are in love with her, aren’t you?” she whispers so the entire bar doesn’t hear, thankfully.
He rolls his eyes. “Dramatic much?”
She cocks her head. “Am I though?”
He sighs in exasperation and shrugs. “Fine, I like her, okay?” he admits, simply so she’ll get off his back about it.
Thankfully, she accepts his answer and gathers the shot glasses into her hands.
“Just keep an eye on her, will you? Make sure she doesn’t drink too much. I don’t want her to feel like shit in the morning.”
“Why, so you can take her on a date?” she teases sassily.
Damn it, Ruby Red, why do you have to be so intuitive? “ No, because I don’t want her to feel like shit.”
“Right, because you love her,” she sing-songs, her grin huge as she walks away from the bar counter, mouthing, you love her.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, his cheeks heating as he goes over to his next customer. He just met Emma over a week ago, and yes, they’ve gotten to know each other’s bodies pretty damn well—he knows every curve, every dip, every freckle on her delicate skin. He’s seen the freckle on her perfect arse cheeks, he’s had the privilege of pressing his lips against it and sinking his teeth into her delectable behind and—
Fuck, he’s hard as steel again. Just perfect.
He looks over at her, and she’s smiling at him.
Not helping.
He has to look away and focus. But he can’t help but wonder what the three of them are chatting about. He won’t go over and bother her though. Besides, he trusts Ruby to not say anything to Mary Margaret. But as the night goes on, he’s wishing he and Emma didn’t have to keep this a secret. They move to the dance floor, and he’s wishing he could be the one dancing with Emma. He’s wishing he could have his hands all over her body, but then they might end up going at it right there on the dance floor.
He tries not to stare at her, but it’s very difficult. Especially when he sees some guy approaching her. Jealousy rears its ugly head as they chat, and Killian tries to ignore it. He takes orders and makes drinks, trying desperately not to look in their direction. And he does well for a while. Then Emma visibly shakes her head. He can’t hear her, but he can read her lips when she says, “No, thanks.” She turns around and walks away, but the guy follows after her. She’s dancing with her friends again, and this prick has the audacity to come up behind her, put his hands on her hips and whisper in her ear.
He fucking put his hands on her.
She spins around and lifts her hand to smack him, but he catches her wrist. Since she’s had a few shots, she’s a little slow with her reaction time. “I said no!” Killian can hear her over the music with how loud she’s yelling.
He’s seeing red as he jumps over the bar counter, rage pounding through him. The guy has been drinking—Killian remembers serving him a few whiskeys—but it’s no excuse to put his hands on a woman.
“Fucking tease. You flirt with me and then you won’t dance with me? What the fuck is up with that?” Still holding on to her wrist as she tries to escape his grasp, he pulls her flush against him, and she shoves him off of her.
“Get the fuck off of me, asshole!”
Everyone’s watching now, but Killian doesn’t care. If his brother wants to fire him, so be it. He’s not going to stand back and let some wanker put his hands on Emma when she clearly told him no.
Killian taps on the guy’s shoulder, and as soon as he turns around, Killian decks him in the nose.
“Fuck! What the hell?” The guy is hunched over, holding his nose.
Killian grabs him by the back of his shirt and escorts him out the front door. This is the bouncer’s job, but he’d rather take out the trash himself. “I don’t want to see you inside this bar again, dickwad.” Killian demands as he tosses him out on the sidewalk like literal trash. The guy mumbles a bunch of obscenities as he stumbles away.
Killian heads back inside, immediately looking for Emma. People are still staring at him, but he doesn’t care. He wants to go to Emma, make sure she’s okay, but she’s surrounded by Mary Margaret and Ruby, and as much as he wants to march over and pull her into his arms, he can’t. But he does catch her eye, so he tilts his head toward the restrooms.
She gives him a slight nod, and he goes behind the bar, watching her head to the ladies’ room. After making sure Mary Margaret and Ruby don’t follow after her, he goes in there and locks the door. Emma’s at the sink, splashing water over her face.
“You alright, love?” he asks, his voice gentle.
She turns around and nods. “You didn’t have to do that. I can take care of myself.”
He goes over to her and places his hands on her arms. “I know you can, but I wasn’t going to stand back and watch him harass you.”
Concern washes over her face. “But won’t you get in trouble with Liam?”
He shrugs. “Probably, but I don’t give a fuck. If he wants to fire my arse, so be it. You’re more important to me than—”
“Than paying bills?” she asks with a smirk, cutting him off.
He chuckles. “Precisely.” He kisses her forehead and wraps his arms around her.
She molds into him, winding her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. His heart hammers against his ribcage as he combs his fingers through her soft locks and rests his chin on her head. Relief swarms through him now that he knows she’s okay. And he’s so glad he was here to make sure that guy got tossed out on his arse. The thought of something happening to Emma makes him physically ill. He can’t stomach it.
Fuck.
Was Ruby right?
Is Killian falling for Emma?
He’s never felt anything like this for anyone before, so he has no clue if this is love or just deep adoration. It’s definitely more than infatuation. He’s been infatuated before, but he’s never felt like this. Like he’d do anything in the world for her. He never wished he could stop time just so he could savor more moments with her. He’s never wanted to protect someone from the world so badly as he wants to protect Emma.
“We should probably get back out there before MM and Rubes start looking for me…and before people start wondering where the hell the bartender went,” she laughs.
He chuckles, still holding her in his arms. He doesn’t want to let her go, he could hold her forever, but he knows she’s right. They have to go back out there so people don’t come looking for them. He lowers his head, and she lifts hers from his chest and catches his lips. He slides his tongue into her mouth, brushing it against hers and holding her close as they kiss. He had gone soft when he saw that guy harassing her but he springs back to life again, and she moans when she feels him hard against her. Now they really have to stop.
“Mmmm, you taste like tequila,” he groans as he breaks the kiss and presses the pad of his thumb against her plump bottom lip.
“Speaking of tequila, I haven’t had enough to drink,” she laughs.
“Careful, love. You might not be able to resist me after a few libations,” he grins cockily.
She grabs his shirt collar and eyes his lips with a smirk. “I already can’t resist you.”
Bloody hell.
She’s not making it any easier to separate, but he knows they have to. It takes every ounce of strength within him to peel himself away from her, but somehow he manages to do so. He goes back behind the bar and she returns to her friends. She orders a few more shots for the three of them, and he watches as she downs hers. He’s not sure how much of a lightweight she is…or isn’t, but with the way she’s tossing back those drinks, she can hold her liquor.
Or not.
Half an hour later, she’s drunk off her arse.
“Ruby, what the hell?” he chastises as she approaches the counter to get Emma a glass of water. “You said you’d make sure she didn’t drink too much.”
Her eyes widen and she puts up her hands in defense. “I’m sorry, she said she wasn’t a lightweight. Plus, she ordered some shots for me and MM, but guess what? She drank them. Besides, isn't that your job as the bartender to make sure doesn't drink too much?”
He sighs and peers over Ruby’s shoulder as Emma steps up on a chair and tries to dance on the table. He immediately rushes over from behind the counter and makes it just in time to catch her as she falls.
He wants to be angry at her for drinking so much, but then she flashes him an adorable smile and his heart melts. “What’s wrong, love? Can’t hold your liquor?” he teases.
She gives him a sarcastic smirk. “Veryfunny,” Emma mumbles, her words slurred together. She puts her finger on the tip of his nose and grins. “You’re purty.”
He chuckles and blushes. “You are too. But I think it’s time for you to go home.”
She frowns and rests her head on his chest, sticking out her bottom lip. “But I don’t wanna.” She doesn’t fight him though.
“Thank you, Killian, for catching her,” Mary Margaret says graciously as she rushes over. “I’ll take her home.”
Ruby comes up beside her, exchanging unspoken words with him as she hands Emma the water.
“I’m not ready to go home yet,” Emma groans, taking a sip.
“Actually, why don’t I take her?” Ruby offers. You go back to your husband and I’ll sit with her for a while in case she has to vomit. Trust me, you don’t want her puking in your car.” Her face sours, like she’s remembering a particular instance very vividly. “That smell never leaves.”
“Are you sure?” Mary Margaret asks. “You don’t mind looking after her?”
Ruby waves off her words. “Of course not. Trust me, she’ll be in good hands.”
Killian has to hold back a smirk as he sets Emma down on her feet and helps her into a booth, laying her down so she doesn’t fall over. He knows Ruby’s not talking about herself; she’s talking about him.
“Okay, but please text me with updates?”
Ruby nods and gives her a thumbs up. “Of course.”
After Mary Margaret leaves, he thanks Ruby and assures her she can go home, but she insists she stay until Killian closes up just so she can help Emma to the restroom if needed. Ruby slides into the booth with Emma, letting her rest her head in Ruby’s lap and lifting her head every now and then so she can drink her water.
“Thanks, Rubes, I owe you big time.” For both keeping his and Emma’s secret and for taking care of her tonight.
She shrugs as he slips her purse strap onto her shoulder. “I’m sure I’ll be able to find ways for you to make it up to me later.”
Ruby heads out to her car, and Killian locks up the bar and finishes all of his closing duties before scooping Emma up into his arms and carrying her out the door, letting her down briefly while she’s leaning against him for support as he locks up behind him. He carries her to his truck and heads home. Ruby told Mary Margaret she’s staying with her for the night and bringing her back before she goes into work. Thankfully Mary Margaret seemed to buy it.
Killian carries her into his flat and sets her down on her feet. Liam is gone tonight, and Killian knows he’s with the girlfriend Liam has been so adamant about keeping from him. Killian has no clue why, though. They usually tell each other everything. But Liam has been super sketchy about it. At least now Killian knows he’s not with Emma.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” She smiles up at him, her hands pressed to his chest as he secures his arms around her so she doesn’t fall over.
“Of course, love. What are boyfriends for?”
She snorts. “You just called yourself my boyfriend.”
He shrugs. “Well, we are exclusive. Why not?”
“Very true.” She leans in to kiss his lips. Alcohol spews from her mouth and drenches the front of his shirt.
“Smells like tequila.” He chuckles, trying not to look down, because he knows if does, he’ll be puking too.
Her face pales even more than it already is when she realizes what happened. “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, it’s okay, baby.” He helps her to the bathroom, out of her clothes and into the bathtub. He strips off his too and joins her, turning on the shower and cleaning them both up. He helps her rise and gets her to stand under the stream to rinse off as he holds her against his chest, his arms draped around her stomach. He brushes his lips over her shoulder, leaving soft kisses across her skin.
Once they’re both clean and rinsed off, he carries her to his bed, giving her one of his t-shirts to wear. He places a puke bucket and a glass of water on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll sleep on the couch so I don’t bother you while you rest.” He starts to get up, but she grabs his hand. “Please, don’t go. Lay with me?” she asks, opening her eyes.
He pushes some hair behind her ear. “You sure?”
She nods. “Yes, please.” She pats the spot beside her. I’ll try not to puke on you.”
He can’t help but chuckle as he kisses the back of her hand. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. Be right back.” He goes to the bathroom to grab his phone from the counter and text Ruby.
Killian: Emma’s in my bed, safe and comfortable with a puke bucket close by.
Rubes: Did she puke yet?
Killian: Only on my shirt, but I cleaned her up.
Rubes: Yeah because you love her so hard 💕
He chuckles, his cheeks heating as he responds.
Killian: Love has nothing to do with it. I can be a decent human being ya know?
Rubes: Whatever helps you sleep at night 😉
Killian: Just update MM and David, will you?
Rubes: Already on it 🫡
Killian: Thank you
Rubes: No prob!
He sets down his phone and slips on a pair of boxers before picking up his phone and returning to his bedroom. Setting the device on his nightstand, he turns off the lamplight and slides in beside Emma underneath the covers. She rolls over on her side and rests her head on his chest, draping an arm over his stomach. His heart flutters as he drops a kiss to the top of her head.
“Sleep well, love,” he murmurs as he caresses her damp hair, his chest full of emotion. He’s happy she’s safe in his arms, he’s angry she was harassed though and he can’t stop thinking about what Ruby said. Is he actually falling for Emma? He could’ve let Mary Margaret take her home, but instead he wanted to have the honor of taking care of her. He wanted to go home and not have to worry about her.
Now he can hold Emma in his arms as he closes his eyes and slowly drifts off to sleep, knowing she’s safe.
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One of the Ugaritic snake-bite incantations lists the following divinities with their mountains or cult-sites: El on mount ks, Baal on sfipn (1.100.9), Anat and Athtart on ’inbb (1.100.20); and Dagan at ttl (Tuttul, 1.100.15), Resheph at bbt (1.100.31), Athtart at mr (Mari, 1.100.78) and perhaps Mlk at ‘ttrt (Ashtarot, 1.100.41), Yarih at lrgt (1.100.26), and ZfiZfi and KMT at hfiryth (1.100.36). The Ugaritic texts recogniz a distinction between home and foreign divinities and home and foreign cult-sites. Although Kothar wa-Hasis’s activities of weapon making (1.2 IV) and palace building (1.4 V–VII) clearly take place in the center, he has no mountain as his abode. Instead, he is said to dwell in Memphis and Caphtor (1.100.46), perhaps a reflection of the center of foreign culture and system of trade that brought artisans at Ugarit the materials necessary for their craft.
- the abodes of Ugaritic deities (in The Origins of Biblical Monotheism: Israel's Polytheistic Background and the Ugaritic Texts, by Mark S. Smith)
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Вчера у меня был День Рождения. Мне кажется, это был самый отвратный день в моей жизни за последнее время. И я окончательно понял, что отмечать его нет никакого смысла, хотя я и так никогда не отмечал.
Не хочется тут негатив выкидывать, просто и держать в себе его глупо, я и так в помойку немного превращаюсь. В одно место этот "праздник", мне 19 лет и мне п... плохо.
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Falling for the Bad Boy
Summary: Emma Swan is done with dating and relationships, regardless of the fact that Mary Margaret is determined to set her up with someone while taking her out barhopping. It's just too bad for MM that the one guy Emma has her eyes on at The Captain's Rum is the one guy her sister-in-law refuses to set her up with. Ruby and Mary Margaret try to warn her about the bartender's infamous reputation as the bad boy of Storybrooke, but Emma refuses to listen. Besides, she's not looking for anything serious, only someone who can give her a night of pure bliss without all the strings. And she has an inkling Killian is the perfect man for the job. What could possibly go wrong?
This is an alternative version of Through the Rising Tide and answers the question: "What if Emma didn't flee from Killian the night she met him?"
Notes: I don't think I ever posted this here on Tumblr, but when I started writing this, I had thought about this a while beforehand because I was asking myself what would've happened if this started as a captain swan story as well as ended as one. And then someone prompted me to write it, so I thought I'd give it a whirl to see where it goes. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I have some ideas of where it will go. The first chapter is basically the same as the first chapter of Through the Rising Tide, except Emma doesn't run out of the bar or run into Liam. So let's see what happens if she and Liam never get together in this universe. You do not have to read ttrt to read this.
Rated: Explicit
Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3
Chapter Four
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Ruby apologizes profusely as she scurries across the bar and rounds the counter. “Please don’t fire me,” she pleads, her words full of panic. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
Killian arches a brow, thoroughly amused as he watches her haul ass. Is Ruby Red actually worried about losing her job?
This is a first.
Liam looks up from the paperwork in his hands and actually smiles as he waves off her words. “Don’t worry about it, Rubes.” As he turns around and casually heads into his office...he’s fucking whistling.
What the hell?
Killian and Ruby exchange bewildered looks.
This isn’t the only time Liam has left them perplexed lately. He’s been easy on his staff all week. He's been easy on him.
The question is, what the fuck changed?
There can only be one explanation—something happened between him and Emma. Killian knows this because ever since she left their flat and Liam took her home, he’s been acting strange. Like he’s been happy and feeling guilty about being happy.
Killian’s blood bubbles at the thought, and he’s not sure who he should be pissed at more—Emma or Liam.
Ever since Liam dropped her off, he’s been very lenient with Killian. He hasn't once yelled at him for leaving his clothes lying around or for leaving dirty dishes in the sink. And at work, he’s been cheerful and whistling and not been on his arse every fucking second of the day.
When Killian asked him about it, he evaded the question and changed the subject.
“I think your brother is broken,” Ruby remarks.
Killian schools his features so she doesn’t notice how irritated he is as he tosses the bar cloth over his shoulder. “Or pussy whipped.”
Ruby furrows her brows. “I thought you said him not getting laid wasn’t the issue?”
Killian shakes his head. “No, him not getting laid is why he’s in such a good mood.” And getting the girl who refused to see his brother a second time.
Ruby’s even more perplexed, not understanding how being sex-deprived could possibly put Liam in a good mood. “Huh?”
“He met some lass, and she hasn’t put out yet. Which, being the hopeless romantic Liam is, he’s fine with, but that doesn’t mean he’s not hoping to get some.”
Ruby rolls her eyes and walks away to begin her shift. “Why are men so fucking complicated?”
He laughs at her words but as soon as she’s out of earshot, he scowls and groans at the thought of Liam being so nice this entire week over the same woman Killian slept with. “Arsehole.”
The thought of Liam and Emma together has him seeing red and sends rage pulsing through him. Just when he thought he found the one, she goes for his fucking brother instead. He was so enchanted by her. He’d thought they’d had a connection, he’d thought the night they shared was special. Not special enough apparently.
He goes back to work, wiping down the bar counter when someone approaches. He looks up, a scowl still cemented on his face. “What can I get—” The words evaporate into midair as soon as he sees her. “Emma?” As happy as he is to see her beautiful face, he’s kind of pissed and irritated she showed up to this bar after the stunt she pulled.
She sighs as she sits on the stool, and just as he expected, she looks guilty as all get out. When she sees the look on Killian’s face, she cocks her head. “Don’t look so happy to see me.”
“Why should I be?” He asks, keeping his eyes on his task. Because if he stares at her for too long, he’ll just be tempted to grab her and kiss the fuck out of her and make things more complicated than they already are.
“Look, Killian…”
If he wasn’t sure she was guilty before, he is now, simply based on the tone in her voice. “What are you doing here? I thought what we had was a 'one-time thing',” Killian grumbles resentfully, finally pausing from his task and looking up at her, even though he knows he'll regret it.
Fuck.
Those green eyes still sparkle when she looks at him. Those lips still make his heart race and that pink in her cheeks still reminds him of the night he’d shared with her. Being aroused makes her skin flush.
She bites her bottom lip and reaches for his hand. He pulls it away, not allowing her to sink her claws into him again.
“What can I get you?” he asks to change the subject.
She flashes him one of her deadly smirks.
Bloody hell, she’s trying to kill him.
“I think you know what I want,” she teases seductively.
He scoffs. Aye, my brother, he almost says out loud.
She leans in over the counter and fists his shirt in her hand, pulling him closer.
Fuck, he can smell her perfume, and just like that, he’s at her mercy again.
“I want you, Killian.” She moves in closer until her lips are merely centimeters from his, her breath on his skin, and just like that, he comes back to reality and pulls away from her grasp, disappointment flashing in her eyes.
The guilt resurfaces on her face. “I know what I said, but…” She leans over the counter again, leaning on her elbows, her voice soft. “Killian, I made a mistake.” She eyes his lips, and he can sense the desperation in her tone. “I can’t get you out of my head.”
He’s tempted to tell her he feels the same, that he can’t stop thinking about her either, but he doesn’t understand why she’s stringing him along. Why doesn’t she just go be with his brother and leave Killian the hell alone?
“Really?” He plants his hands on the edge of the counter, gripping it hard. “So tell me, am I in your head while my brother’s inside you?” Even though he told Ruby they haven’t slept together yet, if Emma was anything like she was when she was with Killian, they definitely have.
She furrows her brows, and he almost believes the confusion on her face. “Excuse me? Your brother? What are you talking about?”
He pushes off the counter and scoffs. “Oh please, don’t play dumb. I know you’ve been hanging out with Liam since you and I slept together.”
Her eyes widen, and Killian can't tell if it’s because she knows she’s been caught or because it’s not true. “What? Where did you hear that?”
“I didn't have to hear it. It’s been written all over Liam’s face since he took you home last week.”
“Look, Killian, I don't know what you think you know, but I haven’t seen or talked to Liam since that day.”
“Oh really, so you’re not the reason he’s had a dopey grin on his face all week?”
“Wait, so you think I got together with your brother after you and I slept together?” The lines on her forehead deepens, the area between her brows narrowing even more. “What kind of girl do you take me for?”
He shrugs in frustration. “I don’t know, love. I just want the truth. Just tell me our night together didn’t mean anything to you?”
Her eyes flash with anger as she leans in again. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, idiot. If you weren’t so busy picturing me with your brother, you would’ve let me finish what I came here to say.”
He studies her face carefully and scans her eyes. Is it true? Has she not been with Liam? Has she missed Killian as much as he’s missed her? A smirk pulls at his lips. “So you do want more than a one-time thing?”
She sighs in exasperation. “That’s the thing, I can’t do one-night stands. It’s not me, okay?”
He sighs in relief. Thank gods things aren’t over between them. His smirk spreads into a full-on grin as he leans in over the counter. “So let me take you out.”
“Look, Killian, I want to, I just…”
“You just what?”
Emma looks away from him, like she’s afraid to say what’s on the tip of her tongue.
“You can talk to me, Emma,” he assures sincerely.
The sound of the voice coming from the other side of the bar causes Emma to look back over her shoulder. When she returns her eyes to Killian, her face is pale as she quickly rises from the stool.
“Crap, it’s my brother. He can’t see me with you.”
Killian’s confused but he doesn’t bother to question her about it now. Instead, he goes around to the side of the bar counter and extends his hand. “Come here, love.”
She slips her palm in his and he gestures for her to get down behind the counter. She crouches on the floor just as David approaches.
“Your brother here?” he asks without so much as a greeting or salutation.
Killian glances at Emma, her eyes pleading with him not to say anything to her brother about her. But of course he won’t. He helped her hide after all. He goes over toward David, running a hand through his hair. He’s in his office. Want me to get him?”
“Could you?” he asks, not looking very pleased with him.
Shit.
Does David know he slept with his sister?
He’s never been a big fan of Killian’s, but the anger in his eyes makes Killian think he knows. “I’ll go grab him for you.” David doesn’t even thank him, only turns around, chatting with someone he knows.
Killian takes the opportunity to grab Emma’s hand again, lead her through the kitchen and out the back door to the alley.
Emma looks relieved as she stands against the brick wall, the same brick wall he dry humped her against the night they met. The thought makes him want to grab and kiss her and show her how hard she makes him. But she already knows. “Thank you for hiding me.” She smiles and wraps her arms around the back of his neck. He curls his hands around her hips, but he’s confused why she has to hide from her own brother.
“Why were you hiding from him, love?”
Her face clouds with guilt. “Because he can’t know about us.”
“Know about us? What’s there to know?” Other than he fucked her brains out a week ago.
She cocks her head like really? “Look, he doesn’t want me near you, and I don’t really want the lecture.”
He furrows his brows. “Did he lecture you when Liam dropped you off last week?”
She chews on her bottom lip, guilt flaring in her emerald depths. “No, but only because I didn’t tell him you and I were together.”
Now he’s even more puzzled. “Then how did you explain spending the night at my flat?”
More guilt. More lip chewing.
“Your brother and I kind of told him I was hanging out with him.”
Relinquishing his grip on her, he steps back, unable to hide the hurt on his face. “He thinks you and Liam are together?”
“No, he just thinks we hung out, that’s it.” She steps up to him again and cups his cheeks in her hands. He’s conflicted because it seems like she’s ashamed of him, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to pull away from her. “Look, Killian, I just don’t want David to know.”
Killian scans her face, sensing the fear in her eyes. “Why are you so afraid of your brother, love?” he asks softly. Weren’t you the one who told me you’re a big girl, and that the only one who makes decisions for you is you?”
She sighs. “Yes. I’m not afraid of him, he just likes to think he’s my father and I’m afraid he’ll get all protective brother and come after you.”
Killian can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips. “So you’re saying you care what happens to me?”
She laughs and rolls her eyes, then rests her forehead on his. “Yes, okay? I care.”
He closes his eyes, relieved this isn’t one-sided. “Then why can’t we be together?”
“Killian…” She pulls her forehead from his, staring deeply into his eyes. “I just don’t want to get hurt again. My ex…he cheated on me and I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to get my hopes up with you and then walk into the bar one night and see you hitting on another woman.” Her eyes glisten, and he can see how scared she is to get hurt again. “It just…it would hurt too much.”
Killian grabs her waist and pulls her to him so she’s flush against him. “Listen to me, Emma, and listen closely…I’m not going to hurt you.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, his heart hammering mercilessly. “Things are different with you, and I know you feel it too. And look, we don’t have to go at lightning speed, we can take things slow.”
She cocks a brow, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You mean like the night we met? How long did it take for you to get me out of my panties? And how many times were you inside me?”
His cheeks heat, her words forming all kinds of images from that night. Of him making her come against the brick wall. Of her riding him in his truck. The countless times they went at it in his bed. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around her and nods. “You’re right, things heated up between us pretty quickly, but all I’m asking is for you to give me a chance. We can start over with a cup of coffee.”
She narrows her eyes at him and places her hands on his chest. “That’s it? Just coffee?” she asks cautiously as though she doesn’t believe him.
“Aye. Just coffee, I promise,” he says earnestly, swiping some errant strands of golden hair behind her ear as he gazes into her gorgeous eyes. “We can just talk like normal people do.”
~*~
“Oh God! Killian, yes! Fuck!” She doesn’t even bother to quiet her screams as a powerful orgasm rips through her, her body shuddering. The entire diner probably already heard her the first time she screamed Killian’s name anyway.
They were seated in a booth for all of two minutes before he had her pressed against the door of the ladies’ room and buried his tongue in her pussy, her fingers tangled in his hair, her knee pointed toward the ceiling as she rested her foot on his shoulder. She’s so glad she wore a dress. It made this so much easier.
He presses a kiss to her nub before moving her panties back into place and licking his lips and fingers as he rises. “Mmmm, that’s the best fucking coffee I’ve ever had,” he quips with a shit-eating grin as he wraps his arms around her and kisses her lips.
She melts against him, tasting herself on his tongue and moaning into his mouth.
So much for taking things slow. Not that she’s complaining. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other as soon as she stepped inside the diner. She blames it on him though. On how attractive he is, how his hair was all rumpled, like he just got out of bed, and how he was flashing his charming grin and giving her those dreamy bedroom eyes. She can’t resist his bedroom eyes.
Emma grips his shoulders for balance, still falling from her heavenly orgasm. “This was really fun…”
Killian hangs his head and sighs. “Here comes the but…”
She takes his face in her hands, lifting his head so he will look at her. “No but. This is fun…and I want to keep doing this.”
He arches a brow. “And there’s the but…”
She laughs. “But I can only do exclusive relationships.”
His face falls as he lifts his hand to caress her cheek. His touch warms her skin and it makes it hard to have a serious conversation like this. “Emma, didn’t we already talk about this?”
“We did, but do you really expect me to believe you’re just going to swear off all other women to be with me?” She wants to trust him, she really does, but she knows his reputation, she knows people don’t just change overnight.
“Love, please tell me what it’s going to take for me to prove to you that I can be a one-woman man?”
She can’t help but snort. “Do you believe it?”
Guilt washes over his face, and he chuckles and nods. “Touché. What if we made a bet?”
She furrows her brows, not sure where he’s going with this. “A bet?”
“Aye. I bet I can be exclusive to one woman.”
“For how long?”
“As long as you and I are a thing. Whatever you want to call this. I can be a one-woman lad.”
“And if you’re not?”
“Then you can tell David—” he shakes his head, “no, I’ll personally tell him myself I was unfaithful and he can beat the living shit out of me.”
She strokes her chin and purses her lips, considering his offer. “And if you remain good on your word?”
“Then you marry me?”
She snorts. “Really? You want me to marry you?”
“Love, if I’m able to be with you and only you, that means I think you’re something special. I mean, you’re special either way, so why would I ever let you go?”
“But after how long?”
He shrugs. “A year?”
Emma gapes at him. “So you think we can be together for a year without you wanting to be with someone else?”
He nods. “I can go a year without so much as looking at anyone else.”
She crosses her arms and cocks her head. “You really expect me to believe that?”
“You don’t have to. I’ll prove it.” He sticks out his hand, mirth dancing in his eyes at his own shenanigans. “Do we have a deal?”
As genuine as he seems, she doesn’t know if she can trust him. “This is insane.” As she says the words, she studies his hand, wondering if he can actually stay true to his word. Can he really be a one-woman man? More importantly, would he be happy sleeping with the same person every time?
If not, he’ll receive the wrath from David. But will that be enough? Won’t she be hurt if he cheated on her? Isn’t that the whole point of staying single: so she doesn’t get hurt? But if he’s willing to risk getting the shit beat out of him, then she supposes she can take a risk too. Besides, they’ve only had sex so far; who’s to say she’d actually like him for more than a good romp in the sack?
Emma slips her hand in his and shakes on it. “Deal.”
The grin he flashes her makes her heart speed up, and he scoops her into his arms, lifting her up and pressing her against the door. “You won’t regret this, love.” His voice is low and husky before he crushes her lips with his, and she gets lost in his taste and how good his body feels pressed against hers.
“I better not,” she breathes as he lowers his head and presses feather light kisses up her neck, marking her skin. She gasps and tips her head back against the door, unzipping his pants and releasing his rock-hard cock.
He moves her panties aside, and she's still slick from their earlier activities, he easily thrusts into her and takes her right there in the restroom. She buries her fingers in his hair and moans, not regretting her decision to give him a chance.
She’s just hoping he doesn’t give her a reason to.
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ONE OK ROCK AMBITIONS ASIA TOUR 2018 LIVE IN SINGAPORE setlist
Singapore, January 20th 2018
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Ambitions intro
Bombs Away 🇬🇧 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Taking Off 🇬🇧
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(Ryota, Tomoya, and Toru aLL said something Like"Let's have fun tonight". Taka said they're ~working~ on a new aLbum and of course they'LL tour again after it's finished.)
CLock Strikes 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Bedroom Warfare 🇬🇧 SO MUCH BETTER LIVE ✨
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Kanzen Kankaku Dreamer 🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋🌋
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CBP Said It Never Told Officers to Detain Iranian-Americans. A Leaked Memo Says Otherwise.
Last month, U.S. Customs and Border Protection adamantly denied that it was detaining Iranian Americans and legal permanent residents returning to Washington state from Canada and interrogating them about their religion and political views. The agency also assured the public that it had not issued any directive related to the detentions and interrogations.
https://twitter.com/CBP/statuses/1213951246463328256
There was already strong reason to question CBP’s denials, given the mounting and consistent reports that border officers were, in fact, targeting travelers of Iranian heritage. Now, we may have the smoking gun proving CBP lied.
Last Thursday, a local Washington paper published a leaked CBP directive, which appears to have originated with CBP’s Seattle Field Office. Sure enough, the directive instructs officers to target and detain travelers based on their national origin and to interrogate them about their religious background and beliefs.
Source: The Northern Light
If this directive is authentic, CBP has been caught in a lie — one that concealed troubling and abusive treatment of travelers who had done anything wrong.
The directive is a damning document. It makes clear that CBP officers are to target and detain travelers whose national origin or citizenship is Iranian, Lebanese, or Palestinian. It also explicitly instructs officers to interrogate these travelers on their religious affiliation and beliefs.
To be clear, the government has the authority to question travelers to verify their identity, citizenship, or legal status, and to conduct reasonable searches for contraband. The government cannot, however, select travelers for further questioning based on their national origin. And questioning travelers about their political views, associations with others, or religious beliefs and practices can infringe on rights guaranteed by the Constitution and federal law, which we do not surrender at the border.
This kind of biased targeting is nakedly discriminatory. It wrongly renders whole classes of people inherently suspect simply by virtue of who their parents are, where they were born, or what religion they practice. It is also incredibly demeaning and stigmatizing to the people who experience it.
One mother who was detained in Washington state by CBP in early January couldn’t bring herself to explain to her two young children what was happening during their detention. Instead, she went outside the facility to cry so they wouldn’t see her break down. Others — including U.S. citizens and lawful permanent residents — lamented that even if they are born in the United States or have lived here for decades, they’re still being treated as outsiders.
The reported CBP directive also puts the agency’s downright bigotry and ignorance on full display. The directive states that CBP is looking for people with connections to the military or Iran’s specialized Quds Forces, and then draws a broad and vague connection to the Shi’a sect of Islam. But there are more than 300 million Shi’a Muslims worldwide and over 70 million in Iran alone, so the connection CBP appears to be making is baseless.
CBP goes on to warn in the directive that “anyone can state they are from a different faith to mask their intentions.” But one’s faith — whether it is Islam, Christianity, Judaism, or any other religion — says nothing relevant about one’s “intentions,” whatever that means. That is why this kind of broad-brush targeting, in addition to being wrong and unfair, is a colossal waste of time and taxpayer resources.
Compounding these concerns, the directive instructs CBP’s highly secretive teams, dubbed Tactical Terrorism Response Teams, or “TTRTs,” to vet travelers of Iranian, Lebanese, or Palestinian heritage. According to public statements by CBP officials, these secret teams already have a troubling record of harassing innocent travelers, and the officers who comprise them may rely on their “instincts” to target travelers who the government has never identified as posing a security risk. We’re currently suing CBP over the secrecy shrouding these teams.
The leaked directive continues a broader pattern of CBP misconduct that ranges from humiliating and harassing to cruel, inhumane, and lawless. CBP treats the border as a massive dragnet for vacuuming up intelligence on anyone who crosses it — a gross distortion of CBP’s actual authority. And this is not the first time CBP has lied or misled the public to conceal its misdeeds. CBP officers have written fake court dates to send asylum seekers back to Mexico and distorted statistics to mislead the public about realities at the U.S.-Mexico border.
We will continue to hold CBP accountable and demand that Congress investigate CBP abuses. In the meantime, it is critical for all travelers — U.S. citizens, legal residents, and visitors — to know and assert their rights when crossing the border.
Published February 4, 2020 at 03:41AM
via ACLU https://ift.tt/2vHRIWZ
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