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teddy06writes · 3 years

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Can I request a Karl x Alex x Nick x Reader fic in which the reader is a teacher and they bring their boyfriends in for career day? I just thought it’d be so cute to see them interact with little kids.

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: pretty much everything from the ask, although I know nothing about children so..., sorry lol

requested by the person above as well as @eliasxxk who asked for more karlnapity x reader

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/l/n)- your last name

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“Career day?” Nick asked.

You nodded, quickly packing up the last of the assignments you had finished grading and tucking them into your bag, “Yeah, remember how I was planning the different stations and stuff for the kids?”

“Oh yeah, I thought you had all that stuff sorted?” Karl handed you your laptop from across the table.

“We did,” You sighed, “But someone backed out and now we have a slot to fill. So, one of you, all of you, I don’t care, we still need someone to do it.”

Alex frowned, “What would we have to do for that?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “Make a presentation on what you do? We were looking for a broad spectrum and the guy who backed out was someone’s cousin who did like, animation or something.”

As you gathered the rest of your things you explained that one group or person would be set up in each classroom, and that kids would rotate through, not just the fifth graders you taught, but the whole of the elementary school.

Karl grinned, “What time would we have to be there?”

“The welcome thing for the speakers is it 9 ish on Friday, so I can bring back the forms you’d need to fill out today to get them in on time.”

Your boyfriends agreed, and with a smile you pecked them all on the lips, “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” Karl called as you started out the door.

“Love you too!”

After practically zooming through your first three units, ELA, Math and History, and sending your kids off to PE, you headed down to the admin offices to make copies and grab the forms.

“Hey Sadie!” You greeted cheerfully.

The secretary smiled, “Hey mx. (y/l/n).”

You moved over to the copier, starting your copies, “Do you have any of those forms? For the people giving the presentations on career day?”

“You found someone?” Adam, the sixth grade teacher who had been organizing the career day asked as he entered the office.

“Three someones actually,” You smiled, “Alex, Karl and Nick said they could.”

“Oh, that’ll be interesting.” Sadie laughed.

“Minecraft youtubers,” Adam mused unenthusiastically, “I’m sure the kids will love to hear about people without real jobs.”

You rolled your eyes, “They pull just as much if not more than me every year, plus Nicky and Alex are still in college.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow as you grabbed your copies, and then the forms from Sadie, “Well at least I can’t complain, your saving my ass.”

“Damn right I am,” You scoffed starting out of the office, “You owe me.”

Heading back down the hall and then up the stairs to the fifth grade hallway you pulled out your phone, sending a text to the ‘loves <3′ group chat, ‘the files have been secured’

Back in your classroom you began to set out the Novels your class had been reading, and set up the last of the things you would need for the mini science lab that would happen later in the after noon.

~~ The next few days passed quickly, and soon you were pointing your boyfriends in the direction of the library, where the volunteers were supposed to be meeting before heading up to your classroom, greeting the kids who were already inside.

“Hey guys! Are you excited for today?”

A few kids nodded.

“Which presentation are you most excited to see?”

“Probably the actor!” Damien exclaimed.

“The actor? Any reason why or you just think they’d be cool?”

“I wanna be an actor.” He said.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, “What about you Sam?”

The girl through for a moment, tapping at her desk absently, “Probably the firefighter, I want to save people like them some day.”

You nodded, “Calum? Any your excited for?”

“Well I was excited to Ricky, he’s my cousin and an animator but he couldn’t come.” The boy pouted.

“Aw, well I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of interesting people for you to see.” You looked over the schedule again, answering a messege from Adam, willingly surrendering yourself to running around and helping wherever needed during the day, instead of watching the presentations with your kids.

The morning announcements came and went, and the teaching aid who would be taking your place, touring the kids around came in, “Alright guys! We’r~~e going down to the auditorium so that the principal and Mr. Alderton can explain the plan for today, and so that the people who are going to be in these rooms have time to set up!”

She herded the kids out of the room, smiling at you as you grabbed your phone, following them out, but turning down a different hall to the library.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you got inside, “Oh thank god! Okay, I need you to get these lovely people to there rooms, Adda is already going around to set up projectors.”

You nodded, taking the papers from him, “Okay people! If you’d follow me, we’ll get you into these classrooms on time!”

The group of various adults followed you out of the library as you started calling out names at each floor, in between the intersection of grade level hallways, pointing out room numbers.

By the time you had made it to the cross roads between the fifth and sixth grade, Adam was already frantically messaging you about being late so quickly you called out the last of the room numbers, pointing various directions and telling the people to let themselves in.

You turned to your boyfriends, “Right you guys are in my room, it’s at the end of the hall, my computer should be unlocked.”

“You’re not like, staying to hang out or anything?” Karl asked.

“I’ve been roped into over seeing this thing. I might be in and out at various times through out the day,” You pressed a kiss to each of there cheeks before starting back towards the stairs, “Have fun!”

You spent your day running around, delivering different things to various classrooms and basically doing Adam’s bidding.

A little way into the last rotation of kids around the building you finally got the chance to take a break and head back up to your room, slipping in and sitting in the back as Karl tried his best to explain streaming to a group of kindergarteners.

They may not have fully understood what he was talking about, but they sure did find him funny.

You watched quietly as your boyfriends interacted with the kids, opening up for questions sooner than they had with the older kids, and patently answering each one.

“What are you going to college to learn how to do?” A young girl asked.

Alex smiled, “Well I’m going to get real smart to be a lawyer, and Mr. Sapnap here is learning about computers.”

“What’s a lawyer?” Another kid asked.

“My uncle’s a lawyer,” someone two desks away offered, “My mom says it’s someone who works in a court!”

Alex chuckled, “You are absolutely right Big Man, lawyers defend people who go to court.”

“If you and you are goin to college,” A boy near the front pointed at Nick and then Alex, “Then what’s he learning at college?” He pointed at Karl.

“Karl isn’t in college anymore.” Nick said simply.

“Not honking smart enough.” Karl grinned as kids laughed at his use of the word honk.

They continued to joke around for a while, until the pa crackled that it was time for everyone to head back to there normal classrooms, and you moved back to the front of the room, “That was entertaining.”

“(y/n/n)! This was awesome!” Karl exclaimed.

You nodded, glancing at the clock as you began to re arrange your desk, “Theres like, maybe ten minutes to the bell, you guys want to hang out in here?”

“Sure.” Your class began to file back in as Alex spoke.

“Mx. (y/l/n)! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating famous youtubers?” Damien asked.

You groaned, looking at a shrugging Nick, “Why have you done this?”

You class laughed at your displeasure, and you were about to start asking everyone how there days had gone when Karl beat you too it.

“Who was your favorite?”

“It better have been us!” Alex stage whispered.

The kids laughed, and you sat back, content to watch your boyfriends entertain the class.

#mcyt x reader #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #teddy06 writes

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Favored Ones, Part 2. (Joel Miller x Fem!reader)

Description: When you spend every evening with someone who's deeply under your skin, a certain relationship can be developed. So it's crushing for Joel when Y/N suddenly disappears. But there's way more to the relationship that one would've guessed.

A/N: AM I STARTING TO FALL FOR THIS FIC? OMG STOP ME? SEND HELP.

Warnings: Ain’t much, but it is honest work.

Word count: 2.1 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme

If you like this story, please, more parts can be found here! :): H E R E

Six months prior events of the hunt, April 2038:

You never thought of an ideal man or that ideal life, having some children of your own or whatever. You never thought of that American dream, if you want to address it like that. The new American dream, most likely the global dream when you think about it, was to survive all of the bullshit that keeps coming.

But sometimes, you start to be curious about someone without you even noticing your behavior. You try to have much longer eye contact with them, laughing at those pretty dumb jokes and sayings they used. You tried to be in their presence every time you possibly could.

Sometimes it gets pretty crazy as you start to understand your behavior and your feelings - and the worse it actually is when you feel soft for is a complete moron.

And so, that's how your terrible crush on Joel Miller, local old jackass, started.

You could exactly name the year, month, day and hour when he and his daughter of some sort, now your best friend Ellie, came into your life. The first time you saw him, you thought to yourself that he is just a typical cynical old moron - and that you had already enough of these in your town.

Something moved inside of you when you took Sadie for a short walk around Jackson - and he was sitting on the terrace, smiling at Ellie and playing a slow song on some old guitar the others gave him.

Ellie just sat there, curled into a tight ball with a bar of beer in her hand, as soon as she saw you, she jumped on her feet and joined you on your walk - that was a year ago. And since that, you watched his face intensely during every tactical meeting about visiting a city, you smirked when he said something which was ironical and whenever there was an option to go out with his little kindergarten, you were there on your horse with your knife behind your belt.

Did he even know who you were except that you were going out to the forests with him? Oh, dear, that is a story worth telling.

Joel didn't let you know, but he remembered your face really well - you were, of course, Y/N, Ellie’s' loudest and most impulsive friend she had until that day. You were a pain in his ass every time he was scheduled to go out with you. No matter how good you were with a knife (and let me say that you saved his ass a few times when Clicker was about to crack his head up), you still acted like an annoying little brat.

He would never say that he hates you, no. But he would never say that he likes you. You just existed by his side in the city he was living in, that was all that he cared about.

And you were sure that the feelings will disappear sooner or later, it was just a dumb guy and that situation was ridiculous. But as January and February passed away, nothing changed.

So there you were, sitting next to Sadie in the grass, eating an apple, chatting with Ellie and watching after Joel’s kindergarten of the young people he was teaching about surviving. There were a few boys around sixteen, which was almost ten years younger than you, who were just dicks.

The only thing they were doing there was trying to get your attention because you were indeed an interesting girl, and to annoy the old man. You were there to enjoy the feeling of freedom and nature around you.

“And what about Y/N?” - One boy turned his face to look at you. They were talking about bows, how to catch the chord the best way, the angles of shooting and the power needed. They completely threw you off rails, because you sat next to Ellie in the back, talking about how much you are looking forward to the sweet potatoes which should be ready to be reaped next month.

“I bet she could show us some of that bow shooting, couldn't she?” - Another one said and you felt on your tongue as you wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up.

“Leave her be. She cant shoot from a bow. But if you will shut your mouth and watch, maybe you'll be able to shoot yourself, son.” - Joel mumbled in his deep voice, not even looking up to you.

Your cheeks went red as you furrowed at that man. What a rude jackass move. Yeah, maybe you weren’t able to shoot from a bow, nobody had ever taught you how to, but you were a fucking psycho with a knife. And Joel knew it.

“Jesus Christ, fuck him. That wasn't polite to me at all.” - You said to Ellie when you rode on Sadie’s back at the end of your small caravan. - “And I should be practically bowing in front of that guy? Fuck that too.” - You spoke fast and quietly so Joel couldn’t understand you.

“Come on, baby. You know that Joel didn’t mean that you’re not good enough. You know he’s not good with his words.” - Ellie rolled her eyes to the back of her head, only laughing at your situation.

“Maybe. But this is the third time something like that happened - and third time’s the charm. I will need someone who will teach me, how to shoot from a bow.” - You rose your eyebrows. That was the most devilish plan ever. - “And then I will have a competition with Joel. We will see who is the worse one.”

“Good luck then. The only people who can shoot from a bow is me, Joel and Jesse.” - Ellie looking behind her and chuckled again. - “Like... More people can do something with a bow, but I would definitely not call that shooting.”

Well, fuck you then. You couldn’t stand when Jesse was trying to teach you something because he spoke to you like you were fucking five - so every time he started with THAT tone of his voice, you were ready to explode. Ellie could teach you some things, maybe, but she would make a pure comedy out of that. Your tummy would constantly hurt from laughter. So the only rational option at the moment was Joel.

And you didn't fucking know if that’s the worst thing that could happen or if it is the best thing ever. You couldn’t but smile at the thought of Joel teaching you how to shoot, so the student could overcome its professor in the end.

So you were trying to raise the courage in you for the next two days and let me say that it wasn’t anything easy. Only after a shot of vodka which Jesse had hidden under his bed you could just come up to Joel’s door and knock on it. Ellie wasn’t at home that day - you were about to meet up with her that evening to have a watch on the city’s walls.

Right now, she went for her newly sewed, repaired pants to Mrs. Jefferson to the end of the town, which should take her something about half an hour. Enough time for you to ask Joel the information needed.

“What the hell are you doing at my doorstep?” - Joel asked even before he opened the door and watched you down with a silent stare. - “Something happened? You won’t make it in the next session in the forest?” - He was asking you, but he only did that for decency’s sake; he did not care at all.

“No, I was thinking about the bows.” - You said in the same tone of voice. You were staring each other down like the looks could kill. This was clearly competition for you - and you didn't mean to lose. You had to show Joel that you weren’t weak at all.

“Oh. The bows.” - Joel furrowed you like you were a fucking psycho. He was fucking lost when it came to you - your run of thoughts was a mystery to Joel. - “What about the bows? What’s wrong with them?”

Damn, you two were acting like children. You spoke in weird sentences and you felt like nothing was making too much sense when you spoke with Joel.

“I can’t shoot from it. That’s what’s wrong with them.”

“Oh. Okay. Why should I care?” - Joel raised his eyebrows. You nodded and raised your eyebrows, making a thoughtful face at him.

“You should care because I need a teacher.” - That was when you smiled at him. You didn't drink so often, so the vodka made you hella loose. Maybe it was way more than one shot, you didn't have a single idea how stupid are you going to behave. So far so good, you thought to yourself.

“So that is what you came here to tell me?” - Joel hugged the doorframe with one of his huge palms and looked you in the face. - “I should find you a teacher? Girl, I think that you’re a bit confused because I’m hella sure that finding you a teacher isn’t my job at all.”

“Oh, I did not mean that you should find me someone who will be teaching me, hot to shoot an arrow.” - You giggled and shoved a trickle of your hair behind your each. - “I want you to be my teacher.” - That’s what made Joel sincerely laugh.

You silently prepared yourself for Joel saying you to fuck off. He was so close to it, yet it seemed that you really are into learning about bows.

“Yeah. Fine. Tomorrow, seven in the morning, the gates. Be there on time, young blood.” - Joel smiled and closed the door, leaving you there. But you started to smile when you realized that you will have scheduled alone time with Joel himself. Even though he was a total asshole at times, it made your day.

The next morning, you were there even ten minutes sooner - and Joel came ten minutes later. He just let you sit there for twenty minutes. Motherfucker. Maybe he hoped that you will change your mind - but you had your goals set straight.

You could see that he’s still a bit sleepy, but his beard was cut short again - it was there, but it was way shorter. People with crushes notice such bullshits, that’s normal, don’t worry.

“I got a present for you.” - Joel said in a cold, raspy voice and you excitedly opened your eyes. - “It ain't much, but at least it’s something.”

With that, he gave you a completely normal, training bow. Everybody always only borrowed them, but he was giving you one of your own. - “But if you will not take the training seriously, I will take it away from you.”

With that, you just left Jackson. He took you on nearby training grounds - the first day you ever tried it was terrible. You basically didn't shoot once from that bad boy - arrows just fell down from your palms and Joel knew that he’s going to need a lot of patience with you.

The first weeks were not that enjoyable as well - he had such a jackass rude commentary to your actions and you just tried to murder him with your stares, still thinking that he is sexy as fucking hell.

But one day, the fall was just about to start, it somehow broke down and you started to joke around. Your skills were getting better faster and faster - soon enough, you could shoot from fairly far away and you didn’t miss most of the time, which made Joel enjoy your lessons even more.

As another month passed, he decided that it is the right time to start hunting with you in the forest. These ones were moving, but you adjust over time. And sometimes, you even hunted something down - like a squirrel, a hare or a rabbit.

You weren't that bad after all - he pretty much liked talking to you most of the time. And even if you were sometimes loud and impulsive, you could be smart when the situation needed it. But you weren't exactly his most favorite person on the planet still.

And you were slowly realizing that this surreal crush isn’t going away anytime soon because you made it just worse for your own fucking sake.

#joel miller #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x y/n #the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us imagine #joel miller imagine

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wellhellotragic · 6 years

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No Handlebars 2/2

Summary: Before moving to the city he’d thought his days back at school in London had been wild, but American’s put the British to shame in their attempts at debauchery. Or that fic where Killian and Co. rent a barcycle for the night and everything goes wrong…

Rated: Probably Teen but let’s just go with M to be safe

A/N: Sorry this took so long @pirateherokillian. This writing funk is never ending!

Shout out to my ‘special hug’ friend, @distant-rose for yelling and screaming and clapping and sending me guilt emojis and basically kicking my ass where it needed to be so I could finally finish it. It really helped having someone in my corner coaching me through when all I wanted to do was give up. Thank you so much!

Also, this is largely in part to @optomisticgirl letting me whine and complain about fickle muses and for being an amazing sounding board for ideas!

Part 1 can be found here.

They’d been lucky. There had been a mix up of some sort as the guy on the phone had described it when he’d called earlier to tell her that their group should arrive early if they wanted the better barcycle. He’d explained that due to the double booking they were having to pull an old bike out of storage, one without the engine that would make the night much more enjoyable. Emma had scrambled, calling all of the girls trying to get them ready thirty minutes earlier than planned. A feat to be sure considering the number of outfits strewn about on Ruby’s floor.

She’d had to practically wrestle Ruby in to the black and red strapless dress barely giving any thought into her own outfit. Instead she’d grabbed the closest thing to her. It wasn’t to say that red wasn’t her color, but she hadn’t been a fan of the way the bottom had been riding up on her all night, nor of the way she had to continually remind herself to keep her legs shut while sitting down at the barcycle. Thank god it had a motor!

The first bar had been shit. They’d arrived early as planned, too early even and had time to kill. She’d barely made it inside when a fishbowl sized green concoction had been set in front of her. Eight different rums had gone into it according to Mary Margaret. Emma had only managed about two sips before her face scrunched up in a look of total disgust. While she hadn’t wanted to get drunk, she planned on having at least one or two drinks that evening.

The second bar hadn’t been much better. It was dirty and grimy and Emma had to lace the toilet seat in the ladies room with no less than three layers of toilet paper before she felt comfortable sitting down.

When she came back out, all of her friends were taking tequila shots poured from a bottle that even she wouldn’t drink from. Elsa made a toast to Anna and Emma found herself choking down a laugh. It’s not that she begrudged her friend any happiness, but Anna had a habit of jumping into relationships and it hadn’t even been six months since her last proposal. A guy named Hans that she’d met as a party. She hadn’t even bothered learning his last name before she accepted. Needless to say the relationship had crashed and burned, and Emma couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d be wearing Kristoff’s ring.

Letting her mood sour, she made her way to the bar for a beer hoping to take the edge off of her sorrows. Emma had no room to judge Anna. She hadn’t exactly been in a successful relationship worth bragging about, in - well - ever. Hell, she hadn’t even been able to bring herself to talk to her newest crush in the coffee shop, choosing to run away while he was giving his name for his own coffee.

When the bike driver had told them it was time to move on, Emma downed the rest of her beer and headed for the door with the other girls, but as she got close to the door, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Blush crept up her neck at the sight of him, his inky black hair, his too blue eyes, the way his shirt had been unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of dark chest hair. She’d nearly stumbled over her own feet trying to move to Ruby’s other side to hide her face.

And when she got back on the bike, she’d clinched her legs together for an entirely different reason.

Ruby had noticed the way her cheeks had pinkened even in the dim street light and Emma had to thank every God there’d ever been that Ruby had kept her mouth shut. Or at least she’d kept her lips zipped until the were in the next bar.

“Spill.”

Emma had almost spit out her water, not having realized that Ruby had been so close.

“I think I just did,” she snarked out as she grabbed some napkins to clean up the mess she’d made when she jumped.

“Whatever it is that’s got you acting so squirrely.”

“I’m not-”

“Ohhhhhhh no you don’t. I know. You’re fine. Except that you’re not. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you almost ran out of that last bar, or that dreamy look you had in your eyes back there on the bike.” Ruby’s grin turned feral. “So who is he?”

Emma let out a groan in defeat.

“It’s Jones.”

“Wait, the guy from-”

“Yes,” Emma hissed, covering Ruby’s mouth with her hand. “But that’s all you’re getting.”

Without missing a beat, Emma headed to the dance floor to join the other girls, knowing the music would be too loud for Ruby to continue her interrogation. They bounced and moved to the music and Emma felt only the slight buzz from her earlier beer. She really should have eaten before.

And then she felt it. A magnetic pull of sorts and when she looked up, those gorgeous blue eyes were looking right at her. She turned quickly, not trusting herself not to blush again. But she hadn’t been as discreet as she’d hoped. With a strong shove of an elbow to her ribs and one wide eyed look from Ruby, Emma found herself headed to the bar.

She’d heard him order a shot and without thinking, she put her foot in her mouth and asked for one too. Schooling her features in an effort to disguise her embarrassment, she managed a small smile before he turned to look at her. His eyes widened and she thought he might have recognized her, but he gave no indication, and with her nerves still getting the best of her, she offered him her hand.

“Emma.”

“Killian.”

A smile formed in his lips and it was dazzling.

“Killian, huh? That’s not one you hear every day.”

“No, I, uh, guess not.”

She watched as his hand moved up to scratch a spot just behind his ear, and for the first time, she realized that maybe the attraction wasn’t as one-sided as she had first thought. Of course, he could just as equally have been uncomfortable for another reason. They hadn’t exactly gotten off on the best foot after all.

The bartender returned with their shots.

“So what’s up with the big guys night out?”

God, she felt like a fifth grader trying to flirt with a boy for the first time. Back then it had been Billy Conners. They’d been friends, or at least she thought they had. But when she tried to flirt with him before the Sadie Hawkins dance, he’d just laughed at her, before moving to sit next to Sarah Baxter. Granted, Sarah had blossomed rather early on, and she should have expected him to prefer a girl with a real bra over her training one, but it had still stung.

He was just watching her.

Say something, Emma. Anything!

“Well normally when guys go out, it’s just two or three of them. I guess it’s easier to score that way or something.” She’d leaned into him. The music was hard to hear over. “But there's got to be at least ten of you out here, so what is it? Bachelor party?”

It was only after he’d flushed bright red that she’d realized that she’d insinuated he was out looking for sex.

“No. It’s one of the guys birthday. Or it was two weeks ago but with finals we’re just now getting around to celebrating.”

“Good to know.”

Emma Swan. Queen of awkward flirting.

“Would you like another drink?”

She looked back to the wall of alcohol and shook her head instead. Regrettably, she still had to be up early the next day.

“No, I should probably get back to my friends.”

“Ah. And what are you fine ladies celebrating?”

For just a moment, she’d thought he might have been disappointed, but he’d quickly changed topics and she’d figured she’d misread him.

“Bachelorette party.”

Killian’s eyes widened and he looked down to her hands.

“My friend Anna just got engaged.”

Emma turned her head to take in her friends. Anna had been dancing with the rest of the girls, completely happy and carefree.

“She’s so young though.”

“Don’t worry. It won’t last. This is her second engagement this year.”

She felt guilty for having said it outloud, but part of her just needed to let it out. To tell someone that she thought it was a mistake without getting all of the judgemental looks she knew her friends would have given her.

Before he could respond, she heard her name being called.

“Emma!” yelled Elsa. “It’s time to blow this popsicle stand!”

Emma shook her head at her friend.

“Guess I’ll see you around, Jones.”

“ That’s the guy? Damn, he’s a looker!”

“God, Ruby. Could you have said that any louder?”

Ruby had never been one for personal boundaries, and Emma should have known better than to confided in her about the ‘hot guy’ she had a crush on, but her excitement at seeing him for the first time had been too much to hold it in.

“Wait, what guy?”

She shot her friend a look of warning before turning around to address the rest of the people walking back up to the barcycle they’d rented for the night to celebrate Anna’s engagement.

“There’s no guy, Elsa. Ruby’s just had a little too much to drink and you know how she gets.”

“Hey, I resemble that remark.” Ruby burst into giggles at her own joke, as did the rest of the group.

Emma, having been the only one in the group to work the next day had taken a pass on the most of the libations. As she took in her friends tipsy states only half way through the evening, Emma realized just how long a night she was in for.

She’d kept a weather eye out for him the rest of the evening, just to see if there was any chance of their paths crossing again, but it seemed fate wasn’t on her side. The whole point of hiring the barcycle as a large group was so that your group could decided how long to stay at each bar, and the last few had been a bit of a let down so the girls blasted through them.

She’d grown quite moody as the night edged on with still no sight of him. Elsa had gone so far as to call her prickly. Emma was honestly just ready to call it a night. They were leaving the second to last bar and Emma figured her friends were all drunk enough that they wouldn’t miss her if she snuck out at the last bar. Granted, she had Ruby had ridden together, but chances were her roommate wasn’t going back home with her anyway. Not if the way she’d been flirting with guys all night had meant anything.

So Emma sat her seat, grabbing a bottle of water out of the cooler Mary Margaret had brought, and settled in for her last trip on the barcycle. They’d just finished their count off, making sure each woman was on the bike as they started to head towards the final bar when Emma felt the weight of the bike shift under the additional body that had suddenly joined them.

Her head whipped to the side just in time to see blue eyes staring back at her.

“What- Are you a crazy person?”

“I prefer to think of it as a rasping dapscallion! Wait, no. Dashing Rapscallion!”

“A very drunk rapscallion apparently.”

Killian didn’t respond, just giving her a goofy grin instead.

“Uh, Emma. Would you care to introduce us to your friend?”

Emma looked around to find the eyes of every woman focused on the man beside her, along with the weary eyes of the driver.

“Guys,” she felt heat rising in her cheeks. “This is Killian.”

“Well welcome aboard, Killian.” The way Ruby had said it raised Emma’s hackles. It had been almost seductive, and Emma couldn’t help but notice the wolfish grin Ruby had given him as she appraised his form with her eyes.

Luckily for Emma, Mary Margaret had been clueless and in her tipsy state had managed to recapture Ruby’s attention.

“Music!”

Without any further prompting, Ruby plugged her phone back into the bike’s sound system and pulled up the same some they’d been listening to all night. Soon all of the women, with the exception of an all too sober Emma, were singing off key and off time from the song.

“What is this?”

She hadn’t expected him to be so close, but as he spoke into her ear Emma couldn’t help but shiver.

“It’s the theme song for the night. Have you never heard it?”

“No. Hey, wait-” Killian stopped briefly to look around. “How is this thing moving when no one is peddling?”

On her other side, Belle responded telling him that the bike had a motor. The pedals were just for decoration.

Killian shook his head and bit his lip, never taking his eyes off Emma. Not even for the caterwauling surrounding them. The guilt at stealing the better bike out from under him ate at her a little. She’d never been more grateful to see the Frog’s Pond before. Technically both the first and last bar of the evening.

All of the women went inside to order another round of awful blue drinks. Killian hadn’t moved from the bike though, just watching and smiling at her, occasionally adding in a giggle or two. Emma once again had flashbacks to Billy Connor. It was too much, so she excused herself to go inside, Killian following hot on her heels.

They’d been there for about fifteen minutes before realization hit Emma. Killian. He was drunk, too drunk to get home on his own, and she wondered if any of his friends missed him. If any of them were even worried about him.

But when she’d asked him about his friends, he’d waved her off, stating that she deserved his attention more. His full and prompt attention. He’d blushed as he said it, and nothing had ever been more enduring.

Ruby, on the other hand, had been a bit more brazen. Instead of asking him about his friends again, she chose to reach down into his front pocket, digging around for his phone. Killian hadn’t noticed, or at least he hadn’t seemed to mind, which irked Emma. When Ruby tried to subtly mouth the word ‘big’ to Emma, she’d actually found herself angry with her friend.

Sensing Emma’s mood, Ruby gave her an apologetic smile and tossed her Killian’s phone but not before clicking around in it for a while. Unsure of who she would even call, probably the same thing Ruby had considered, she dug through his call history and hit redial on the last dialed number.

“Killian! Where the hell are you?”

“Um, Killian is here at the Frog Pond.”

“Oh, shit. Is he okay?”

“Ya. No. I mean he’s fine but he’s really drunk and I know he was we a group of guys earlier tonight.”

“Wait, who is this?”

Emma started from the beginning, explaining to a man, Graham, how Killian had jumped on her barcycle and that he was still with her group. Graham had told her that they’d be there as soon as possible, and sure enough, ten minutes later the group of guys that Killian had been with arrived. Instead of coming to collect their friend though, most of the men ended up honing in on Emma’s friends. Soon enough, the guys were ordering another round of drinks for everyone, finding two large booths near the front window that could house all sixteen of them.

Emma had stopped Killian from drinking any more blue goo though, handing him a glass of water, which he gratefully accepted. She wasn’t quite sure how or when it had become decided, but at some point the group in the other booth had decided to go back to one of their apartments. Killian’s apartment to be exact.

She’d made sure that he’d completely finished his water before they left, and it seemed to have done wonders for his coordination if nothing else. He still had the giggles and a few hiccups escaped as they walked, but he seemed steady enough. Victor had said that they were only a fifteen minute walk away and since it was such a nice night they should all walk. Elsa and Anna had decided to call it quits already, having called Kristoff to come pick them up. Emma had considered getting a cab home so she could hide in her room, but considering his place was on the way to hers, she decided to go with everyone. She absolutely didn’t go with them just because she wanted to spend more time with Killian. Nope.

She had however second guessed her choice as Mary Margaret had once again started singing a song that Emma had come to hate through the course of the night.

“I can ride my bike with no handlebars. No handlebars. I can ride my bike with no handlebars.”

It had taken less than a full verse of chorus before Ruby, Belle, and the others had joined in and she’d found herself groaning as they muddled their way through the rapping bits. Killian had even picked up a number of the lyrics from Ruby showing him the video as they waited on his friends to arrive.

How have you never seen this? You have to come watch this, Killian.

Emma hadn’t missed the way Ruby had leaned into him, pushing her chest up into his line of sight either. Ya, she definitely wasn’t going back to Killian’s to make sure nothing happened between him and Ruby. Nope. The only thing keeping her sane at that point was knowing that Killian’s gaze had remained firmly affixed to the phone screen, like he hadn’t even noticed that Ruby was trying to seduce him.

Emma had been avoiding Ruby, not that it had been difficult. Ruby’s attentions had managed to shift to one of Killian’s friends, for the time being at least. She’d complained about her feet hurting and one of the guys, Victor maybe, had told her to hop on him piggy back style. Emma knew he had to have been getting tired, could actually see it in the way he had slowed down, but he never dropped her.

Then there had been Mary Margaret, who’d just stumbled for the third time in less than a quarter of a mile. They’d had to physically force her to remove her heels before she broke her neck. The only reason she’d even still been upright at that point was because Killian’s friend David had been hugging her to his side as he guided her down the sidewalk.

Regina and Robin had fallen behind the rest of the group. At some point, Regina had become so drunk that she started crying, incoherent sobs about how someone had told a secret of hers. Emma was positive that Regina hadn’t had a clue what she was talking about or where she was, but Robin had volunteered to walk with her and make sure she was alright.

Killian for his part had been the only one to really pay Emma any attention. He’d waxed poetic about how her hair rivaled the light of the sun. He’d offered to cover a puddle of water with his jacket. She’d refused, the puddle had been the size of an oreo cookie after all. He’d even started serenading her with something other than the stupid Handlebar song. He had been sweet and cute, and everything a young Emma had wanted from stupid Billy Conner. But older Emma was jaded and knew that it was just because he was drunk. She didn’t know anything about him, well aside from the fact that he had the voice of an angel, the face of a model, and that he liked boats.

But then the absolute most endearing thing ever happened, and if Emma had been the type to believe in soulmates, she would have claimed Killian right then and there as hers. They’d been almost there, his building in sight when the group heard a frightening sound, like a child screaming in fear. The tree above them shook and Killian pulled her back just in time for two racoons to fall in front of them.

All of the men jumped, almost running away in a show of cowardice, as one of the raccoons bolted, but Killian had grabbed the nearest stick and charged at the remained one while yelling “Rous!”

“It’s a raccoon, Killian.” Ruby had clearly missed the joke, but it hadn’t been lost on Emma.

Rodents of unusual size.

It was her favorite movie after all. Emma smiled as she watched him flourish the stick like a sword, fending of the offended racoon. So what if the racoon slinked away of it’s own free will instead of rolling into a fire pit? Killian had still been her very own Dread Pirate Roberts.

Once they made it to Killian’s apartment building, David keyed in the code and held the door open for everybody. They all crowed in the elevator going up three floors before heading to the door at the end of the hall. David unlocked the door and everyone went inside. Everyone but Ruby, who had grabbed Emma’s arm just outside the door and pulled her further into the hallway.

“Are you mad at me?”

Emma just crossed her arms over her chest and leveled her with a look.

“Seriously? Emma, I wasn’t really flirting with him.”

“Ya, you always throw you cleavage in the face of men you aren’t interested in.”

Ruby grinned her wolfish grin once more.

“Emma, I wasn’t flirting with him. Not really at least.”

Emma rolled her eyes.

“I just know you. You’ll dance around whatever it is you two have going on forever. I thought if I messed with him you might finally make a move to claim him. I mean, it’s already been what, three months?”

Emma almost choked on air as Ruby winked at her, leaving her alone in the hallway as she went to join the rest of the gang. She wasn’t alone long though. Before she knew it, Killian was at the door yelling something inside to the others about needing to find his Buttercup. She blushed at the comment before pushing him back into the apartment, closing the door behind them. The last thing she wanted was him pissing off all of the other neighbors at two in the morning.

While she’d been talking to Ruby in the hallway, Robin and David had managed to put some snacks together for everyone to help soak up soak of the booze. Killian was still a little wobbly on his feet so Emma guided him to the couch and made him a plate. He’d only made it two bites in when he quickly excused himself, saying he needed to use the restroom. Emma hadn’t thought much of it, having kept busy making sure all of her friends were eating and drinking water, but after Killian had been gone for twenty minutes, Emma had started to worry.

Wandering around the apartment, she finally managed to find his room. It was dark, but there was a small amount of light coming from under a door. Emma moved closer to knock on it, but before she could, she heard Killian let out a loud groan. She hesitate for just a moment, trying to decide if she should leave him be or not. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what guys did in private, especially when inhibitions had been lowered, but when he groaned again, she couldn’t help but push the door open.

Yes, she’d expected to find him in a slightly compromising position, but she hadn’t expected to find him huddle over the toilet hugging the sides as he threw up all of the alcohol in his system. When his eyes met hers they were so sad and defeated. Emma didn’t say anything, just walked back into the kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Killian was grateful when she returned, although obviously embarrassed.

“You shouldn’t have to see me this way.”

Emma just smile and used her fingers to brush the hair away from his forehead.

“And you shouldn’t have to be sick alone.”

Emma stayed with him there in the bathroom for another hour as his body continued to purge itself until there was nothing left. When she felt confident that he was done for the evening, she helped him up and guided him back into his bedroom, clicking on a bedside lamp. It was only in that dim light that she’d realized that not all of his sick had made it into the toilet, as he had staines on his shirt and jeans. Not wanting him to soil his bed, she carefully helped strip him of his shirt, trying to will away the heat warming her core at the sight of his chest. Getting his pants off had been a bit more of a challenge. They’d been skin tight and she’d literally had to peel them off of him, only to find that he’d chosen to forfeit his boxers for the evening.

She quickly averted her eyes and then pulled back the covers and waited for him to get in bed before covering him back up. Emma moved to leave, wanting to let him get some rest, but before she could leave, he’d called out to her.

“It’s late. You shouldn’t have to walk home alone.”

“What exactly are you proposing?”

She’d meant for it to be teasing, but with her own fatigue brewing, it had come out a little more accusatory.

“I- I just meant I could sleep on the floor and you could have my bed.”

She laughed a little. Even when he was sick and miserable, he was still possibly the most chivalrous man she’d ever met.

“It’s okay. I don’t live that far away.”

She stayed with him until he fell asleep, giving him a whispered kiss against his cheek as she left.

He was pleasantly drunk as they arrived at their second to last bar for the evening. Seeing Emma had driven away all thoughts of Milah, finals, and even the horrible nextdoor neighbor. He was happy and just inebriated enough to have forgotten about the smaller details in life (like not having a way to contact Emma). He’d also somehow come to not care about the fact that leading up to said bar, he’d been forced to sit in a seat once again with pedals.

And then things got hazy. He remembered a flash of blonde and getting back on the barcycle, or maybe it was the other way around? Either way, everything between midnight and that morning was a blur. His head was throbbing and if his bedside alarm clock had been telling the truth, it was closing in on four in the afternoon.

When he made his way into the living room he found a worse-for-the-wear David laying face down in the couch and Will Scarlet on the floor in front of the tv nursing a bottle of water. Killian grumbled as he flopped into the only other chair in the room, and David mumbled something about it being too loud.

“What the hell happened last night?” he asked, hoping his friends had more recollection than he did.

Just then Robin emerged from his room and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing not one but two bottles of water from the fridge. He laughed taking in the scene around him.

“Oi, what are you laughing at?”

“You lot at a stain on the English name. Hungover after only a few drinks.”

The guys continued to banter for a while before Robin insisted he needed to get back to his room, still holding both water bottles, all of them knowing that meant he had a girl waiting for him. For a brief moment, Killian had been jealous. Not that Robin had been physical with a woman, but there was just something about waking up in an empty bed over and over again that made him feel lonely.

“I’m surprised you’re not running off back to your room.”

“What are you talking about?” Killian scoffed at Will.

“Um, the blonde goddess you have in there. What did you call her? Your buttercup?”

With that, memories started flooding through Killian’s mind. Images of Emma, a song he couldn’t remember the words to, and a raccoon maybe? God, he’d been such an idiot the night before. And Emma, oh god, Emma had seen him throw up.

Bloody hell.

Killian ran back to his room, ignoring his pounding head and the blaring music coming from next door to search for his phone, hoping maybe he’d dreamed it all. That he wouldn’t have a call to Graham in his recent history. No such luck. He wanted to cry, or die, maybe even both.

He rocked himself on his bed clutching his phone for a few minutes, debating whether or not to give his neighbor a piece of his mind when the song playing through the wall changed.

I can ride my bike with no handlebars. No handlebars.

Killian was sure his eyes were the size of saucers as the song continued to play on. It couldn’t be though. It wasn’t possible. There was no way she could have been living next door to him for three months unnoticed. Right?

Killian launched himself out of his apartment towards the door one over from him, wasting no time in knocking. And when the door opened, he’d deemed it nothing more than a miracle when he was greeted with hair brighter than the sun.

“Emma?”

“Sorry, was my music too loud?”

Emma winked at him and invited him in, offering him some coffee. As it turned out, she’d learned his name the day after she moved in when she accidently got some of his mail. She’d seen him in passing, but he’d always had his face glued to a textbook so he’d never noticed her back. And as for the the loud music, well Ruby had a voracious sexual appetite and it was the only way to drown out the noises her roommate made.

He spent the rest of the afternoon at her place, laying on the couch watching movies and talking and just getting to know each other.

And a month later, when their lease came up from renewal, Killian was the first to sign.

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