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kazoosandfannypacks · 11 months

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Just the Way We Roll by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 3K Summary: Killian Jones is just a simple teenager trying to navigate life. But when his brothers try to help him talk to his crush, it doesn't quite go as planned. Author’s notes: [In this fic, Liam II is named William, and Emma and Henry aren't related.] I feel like "Killian as a middle sibling" isn't a dynamic used nearly enough in fics, and decided to play around with "his brothers try to help him flirt and it doesn't go well." Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @silver-the-phoenix @pawshapedheart [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!] Also on Ao3!

Being an older sibling seemed easy enough. Having people who always look up to you, paving your own path, never living in someone else's shadow- it all comes so easy to the oldest sibling.

Being a younger sibling didn't seem too hard either. Your parents are more lax on the rules, they make less mistakes because they've learned from how they messed up your older siblings, and you've got older siblings to look out for you.

But being a middle sibling was difficult. Keeping an eye out for your younger siblings, living in the shadow of your older siblings- your parents still messing up with you, yet having expectations for you from your older siblings. It was the worst of both worlds- but after ten years of having a younger brother and seventeen of having an older brother, Killian was used to it. He'd gotten used to the fact that William would beg to tag along anywhere he went. He'd gotten used to the fact that Liam would always be around to tease him. He'd gotten used to the hand-me-downs and the handing-down, to needing advice and then giving advice, to being annoyed by his younger brother and annoying his older brother.

But if there's one thing he didn't think he'd ever get used to, it was his brothers' outgoing natures. To William and Liam both, a stranger was just a friend they hadn't met yet, whether it was a kid William met at the McDonald's playplace or a new employee Liam met at the local ice cream stand. Liam's charisma and William's enthusiasm were enough to charm the hearts of any stranger.

Killian, however, was not so gifted at meeting new people. For one thing, he didn't really need to be- Liam's friends had always accepted him as part of the group anyways- and for another, he didn't usually care to. He wasn't a huge fan of talking to people, never knowing what to say, or how to say it, or when- it was easier if he just didn't talk at all. He had plenty of online friends, anyways, from his RPG groups and writing circles, and he'd always been content with just that.

That is, until his older brother dragged him along with him to the local pizza parlor for dinner. Their mom was away for the night (and their dad had been away for much longer,) and Killian had been looking forward to spending an evening in, planning on proofreading a manuscript one of his friends had been begging him to beta.

Unfortunately, Liam had decided they'd have much more fun going out for pizza that night, and William agreed- much to Killian's dismay. So, instead of reading his friend's historical fantasy WIP while listening to his favorite gaming soundtracks, he found himself eating pizza with his brother, in a seat much too close to the nearby jukebox, which was playing "What's New, Pussycat" for what seemed like the twenty-first time.

But he didn't mind it nearly as much as he thought he would. After William had devoured a couple slices of pizza, he'd run off to play at the arcade consoles with a new friend he'd made. Liam then began talking with Killian about some of their friends, and Liam's upcoming victories as captain of the football team, and which of the Spiderman movies was the best adaptation.

But what really made him enjoy his time- or, at the very least, made him stop wishing that he was back home by himself- was when he noticed some girls from school, sitting at a table across the way- one of those girls being the new girl, Emma Swan.

If ever there was a person Killian was scared to talk to, it was Emma Swan. Her golden hair and charming smile were enough to turn loose the butterflies in his stomach- but her confidence, even in her new surroundings, combined with how quickly she'd fallen in with some of the cooler girls- altogether she was too cool for him to even think about talking to her.

Fortunately for Killian, girls like her didn't tend to notice guys like him, so she didn't notice how much he was staring at her from his seat behind the jukebox.

Unfortunately for Killian, big brothers always notice when you're crushing on someone.

"Does she go to our school?" Liam asked.

Killian turned back to Liam, trying to pretend he hadn't been staring at Emma- the last thing he needed was Liam meddling with his fantasy.

"Who?" Killian asked.

"That girl you haven't been able to take your eyes off since she came in."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Killian said, making the mistake of glancing back at Emma and her friends- and seeing her laugh at one of her friend's jokes, which brought a tell-tale smile to his face.

"Killian Jones," Liam said, "you are the worst liar I've ever met."

"Am not!" Killian said.

"You like her," Liam smiled.

"She's just a girl from school," Killian said, "she's new; I barely know her."

"What's stopping you?" Liam asked.

"From getting to know her?" Killian asked, half laughing.

"Just go over there and talk to her," Liam said.

Killian knew Liam was only trying to be supportive, but at the same time, he could've said "just go jump in a pit of razor blades" and Killian would've been more willing to oblige.

"Talk to her?" Killian asked, "me? It's not that easy."

"Why not?" Liam asked, "just go over and say 'hi.'"

"Maybe the captain of the football team can do that," Killian said, but "I don't think I could…."

"Exactly, don't think," Liam said, standing up, "just do it. Thinking's what gets you into trouble."

"What?" Killian asked, his brother already having walked around the table to the jukebox.

"This'll be your song," Liam said, putting a few quarters in the slot, "it'll boost your confidence."

"What song?" Killian asked, getting up to look at the jukebox, knowing there was no point in trying to stop his brother when he had his mind made up.

"Our jam," Liam put a hand on his brother's shoulder, "That's Just The Way We Roll."

"Jonas Brothers?" Killian asked, "You want me to talk to Emma with Jonas Brothers playing in the background?"

"Only thing better than the Joe Bros is the Jones Bros," Liam wiped a dab of sauce off Killian's face, "even if one of them needs a little more confidence."

"I still don't know about this," Killian said.

Their conversation was interrupted by William, who'd apparently exhausted all his arcade quarters.

"Do you have any more quarters?" William asked Liam, "Henry and I ran out."

"Who's Henry?" Killian asked.

"My new friend," William said.

"How'd you like to help your brother make a new friend now?" Liam asked William.

"You?"

"I don't need your help," Liam said, "but there's a pretty girl over there who's caught Killian's eye, and he needs our help to impress her."

"I don't need…"

"Okay!" William said, "what do you need me to do?"

"Just follow my lead," Liam said, "and make Killian look good."

"You got it!" William said.

"I woke up, on the roof, with my brothers," the jukebox played.

"That's your cue," Liam said. He put his hand on Killian's shoulder and pushed him ahead of them, towards Emma and her friends.

"I wonder how much paperwork goes into disowning your older brother," Killian thought, as they got closer to the table and he still didn't know what he was gonna say.

The girls at the table stopped talking and looked up at them, their eyes quizzically fixed on the Jones brothers.

"Hi," Killian said, his stomach in knots and shoulders tense, "I uh, we go to the same school."

"Emma, is it?" Liam reached around his brother to shake Emma's hand, "I'm Liam."

"No need to introduce yourself," one of the other girls, whom Killian recognized from the cheerleading squad, interrupted, "I think we all know the captain of the football team when we see him."

"Anna, right?" Liam asked, "Kristoff's girlfriend?"

"That's me," Anna nudged the girl next to her, "and this is my sister, Elsa."

"A pleasure to meet you both," Liam said, flashing a dazzling smile at Elsa, then turning slightly to Emma, "and have you met my brother, Killian?"

"I've seen you around," Emma smiled a little, not at Killian, "I didn't pick up on the familial connection, I guess."

"Jones is a fairly common last name," Liam said, "and Killian hasn't picked up on nearly as much of the family charisma and charm as I have."

Even if Killian had found his voice, he couldn't've argued with that.

"And I'm William!" William piped in, "I'm their brother!"

"Oh?" Elsa smiled at the child, "are you on the football team too?"

"I don't even go to your school!" William said, "but I go to all of Liam's football games. I'd go to Killian's games too, if he was good at sports."

"What part of 'make Killian look good' does he not understand?" Killian thought, before realizing it was probably the word "Killian."

"Yet another thing that didn't run in the family," Liam smiled.

"Would you guys like to join us?" Anna asked, sliding herself over and pulling her sister along with her, "I'm sure we can make room for you."

"We'd love to," Liam said. He slid into the now-empty space in the booth, next to Elsa.

Killian took a seat in the booth next to Emma, feeling a little too uncomfortable to even look at her.

"This was a bad idea," Killian thought, sitting at the edge of the booth, hoping his cheeks weren't red from either embarrassment, awkwardness, or any more stray pizza sauce.

Whether fortunately or unfortunately, Killian wasn't quite sure yet, but either way, William crawled under the table and popped back up between Emma and Killian, taking a seat between them.

William tugged at Killian's sleeve and motioned for him to lean down. Killian did so, and William cupped his hands around his ear to whisper to him- but when you're ten years old, it's hard to tell the difference between "whispering" and "talking so loud the whole restaurant can hear it." Unfortunately for Killian, William did the latter.

"Is she the girl you can't impress?" William asked, his voice somehow a million times louder than usual, "the one you needed our help with?"

Killian blushed a little, glancing up at Liam and reading his expression, knowing that it was definitely loud enough, at the very least, for the whole table to hear.

"I never said that," Killian scratched the back of his neck, behind his ear.

"Shhhhh!" William reminded him they were supposed to be whispering, "you didn't, Liam did, remember? He said you need more confidence and there's a pretty girl you can't impress without our help."

Killian hid his face in his hand, wondering now how much paperwork went into disowning himself.

Liam pulled a few quarters out of his pocket.

"Why don't you head back to the X-Wing Fighters game?" he asked, handing William the quarters.

"Okay!" William said, "Nice meeting you girls!"

"It was nice meeting you too," Anna said, as William crawled across Killian, adding injury to insult as he left the booth.

Killian looked at Emma out of the corner of his eye, and behind her soda sipping straw was a sympathetic smile.

"Great, just what I need," Killian thought, "she probably feels sorry for me."

Killian hunched his shoulders and looked away from her, intently studying a stain on the table. He then remembered what Liam said about the song playing on the jukebox, and listened closely to the lyrics now playing.

"If we lose, all the girls, they'll be laughing"

"They'll be laughing pretty soon here if I open my big mouth and say something stupid," Killian thought.

He looked up at his brother and took heart, knowing that at least one of the Jones brothers knew how to function in society.

"I don't see how Liam got all the charisma and charm." Killian thought, "I want to go home- or, at least, go sit at the table behind the jukebox like none of this happened. I don't know how to talk to people, let alone girls."

"So, do you ladies come here often?" Liam asked.

"Anna and I do," Elsa said, "our favorite weekend hangout- this is our first time bringing Emma along with us though."

"I just moved in a couple weeks ago," Emma said, "Anna and Elsa've been helping me adjust pretty well though. Our parents have apparently been friends since before any of us were born."

"Glad to see you're, uh, well adjusted so far," Killian said, wondering if that sounded as awkward as he thought it did once he'd said it.

"Thanks, I guess," Emma said.

"Have you stopped by Scoops and Shakes yet?" Liam asked Emma.

"Not yet," Emma said, "Elsa and Anna told me it's the best ice cream place in town though." "A slight understatement," Liam said, "one of the best on the planet. Perhaps my brother and I could you treat you ladies there tonight?"

"Sounds pretty cool," Elsa said.

"That was an ice one," Liam smiled.

Emma groaned and rolled her eyes as Anna and Liam laughed.

"I've got snow problem coming up with them," Elsa said.

"You're quite clever," Liam smiled, then glanced at Killian, a look in his eyes that said he'd forgotten his role as wingman, but was just remembering it.

"Care to join us at Scoops and Shakes after this?" Liam asked Emma.

"I don't know," Emma said.

"I'm sure my brother would be glad for your company," Liam smiled.

Emma looked at Killian, expectantly, and he realized now he'd have to say something to her- something smooth, calculated, charming, cool- like Liam would. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't come up with anything.

"That's it;" Killian thought, "I'm stopping by the county offices tomorrow and disowning myself. I'll go join Uncle Nemo's shipping company in Maine, never look back."

"No, I, uh," Killian stammered, wondering how to avoid coming on too strong without avoiding coming on at all. "I might be able to uh," he made the mistake of looking at Emma, rendering himself entirely speechless at the sight of her smile.

"You're really pretty," Killian mumbled.

"What was that?" Emma asked, her tone not revealing if she liked what she heard.

Killian covered his tracks- but covered them with the dirt beneath his feet, digging himself into a deep hole.

"I said I need to use the privy!" Killian said, even louder than William had "whispered" to him earlier. He got up from his seat quickly, and ran to the bathroom.

He shut the door of one of the bathroom stalls, not needing to use the bathroom, of course, but needing to step back and think, and wondering if his mom would still write to him if he ran away to Maine.

"Curse that brother of mine," he muttered to himself, "why can't he understand that we're not all like him? I can't be him."

But maybe that was Killian's problem. Maybe he was trying too hard to be like his brother- so much so he was neglecting to be himself.

But if he was really gonna be himself, he'd be in his room right now, by himself, perfectly content to stay that way.

When he left the bathroom, he saw William and his new friend playing at one of the arcade consoles, and figured it was as good an excuse as any to keep stalling.

"How're you doing, kid?" Killian rubbed his little brother's hair. "Putting that Imperial Scum in their place?"

"No!" William said. "We can't seem to get past this TIE Interceptor."

Killian smiled. Taking on a whole fleet of TIEs was easier for him than trying to woo a girl.

"May I?" Killian asked.

William quickly stepped off to the side, and Killian took his place in front of the console. As he'd suspected, he did pretty well taking down the enemy invasion, and soon lost himself in the rush of the game and the cheers of the younger boys.

"I think I got it from here," William smiled, pushing his big brother out of the way, "thanks!" "Man, we never could've gotten this far without your brother!" Henry told him.

Satisfied that he'd at least done something right in the last ten minutes, he turned around, with a smile on his face. He quickly realized, though, that he hadn't noticed another spectator to his game- until he turned around and almost ran into her.

"That's some pretty good shooting there, Red Five," Emma smiled.

"I, uh," Killian took a deep breath, "I didn't peg you for a Star Wars fan."

"Why not?" Emma crossed her arms, "because I'm a girl?" "Of course not," Killian said, "it's just rare to meet someone else who shares my interests, especially someone as cool as you."

"You think I'm cool?" Emma asked.

"Yeah," Killian said, "not many people can claim good looks alongside knowing Luke Skywalker's callsign."

"I think someone else here can," Emma smiled.

Killian blushed a little, his mouth an open smile as he thought of what to say next- not of what his brother would say next, but what he would say next.

"Do you game as well?"

"Sometimes," Emma said, "though I'm not very good at it."

"Have you ever played the Fallen Order games?" "Haven't had the time or motivation yet," Emma said.

"Liam and I have them on the XBox," Killian said, "If you'd ever did have the time or motivation, I'd love to show you."

"Sounds like a date," Emma said.

"Only if you wanted it to be," Killian said, shyly looking down at his shoes.

"Speaking of dates," Emma said, "did you wanna join the others over at Scoops and Shakes? I hear it's the best ice cream on the planet."

"Liam was being facetious when he said that," Killian said, "but it is one of the best on a student's budget." They started to walk away, but he suddenly remembered his little brother.

"William," Killian turned back to his brother, "time to go."

"Go?" William asked, not turning his back on his game, "already? Five more minutes?" Killian rolled his eyes, then mouthed "watch this" to Emma.

"We're getting ice cream," Killian said.

"Finish it for me!" William jumped away from the console as Henry stepped into his place.

"You got it, Gold Leader," Henry said, "may the force be with you!"

"May the force be with you!" William called back, already past Emma and Killian and on his way to the door.

"Shall we?" Killian asked, holding a hand out, gesturing in front of them.

"Yeah," Emma smiled, and, much to his surprise, took Killian's hand in hers.

He blushed, hoping his hand wasn't sweating too much, having never held hands with a girl before.

As they rejoined with the others, Liam nodded at Killian and gave him a discreet thumbs up, to which Killian nodded in return.

Killian looked back over at Emma and smiled a little, realizing that he wouldn't've gotten this close to her if Liam hadn't pushed him, and that maybe, just maybe, he didn't need to disown himself just yet.

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mrsterlingusa · 2 months

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To Be a Swan

Homage to Truman Capote's Swans.

#mrsterlingusa #preppy decor #grandmillennial #truman capote #the swans #old school glamour #boucheron compact #tom ford perfume #18k gold jewelry #pearls #sapphires #jewels #fine jewelry #fine jewellery pieces

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jrob64 · 2 years

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Seismic Waves (an additional chapter for “Faultline”)

Yes, my friends, I’ve added to the “Faultline” story in honor of my friend @motherkatereloyshipper‘s birthday and because she’s going through a rough time right now. She is quite a fan of Frozen Jewel, which she refers to as ‘Atlas Snogged’, so this story was written for her.

Special thanks to @hookedmom for making the story better, as always.

Story summary: An additional chapter for “Faultline” which elaborates on how Liam and Elsa met.

Rating: G

Words: 1836

Links to all 3 chapters of “Faultline” on Tumblr:

Tremors The Big One Aftershocks

Links to “Faultline”: ffn and Ao3

Links to “Seismic Waves”: ffn and Ao3

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“Hold the lift!” Liam called out, rushing across the newly repaired lobby of the building where he worked. It had just recently passed all the required inspections to reopen, which were necessary because of the damage sustained from the earthquake. He sped up as he saw the doors of the elevator beginning to close. What he didn’t see was the blonde woman off to his right who was trying to juggle her laptop case, purse and a large latte.

He collided with her solidly, automatically reaching out to grasp her arms to help her keep her balance. Her purse dropped to the floor, while her hand tightened around her drink, popping the lid off. Some of the liquid spilled out, splashing down the front of her fuschia sheath dress, and he heard her gasp loudly.

“I’m so sor-...” he began, his voice cutting off when he lifted his eyes and beheld the vision in front of him.

A sigh that turned into a quiet laugh emerged from the beautiful woman, whose arms he still gripped firmly. “Are you alright, Lass?” he asked.

She looked down at herself, then back up at him, a mixture of frustration and mirth dancing in her eyes. “I’m fine. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same about my dress.”

His dark blue eyes fastened onto her green ones, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Please, um, forgive me for my…my clumsiness,” he said, stumbling over his words. He removed his right hand from her and pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket, awkwardly dabbing at the mess with it.

She lightly circled his wrist with her fingers, halting his movements. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a sweater in my office that will probably cover most of the stain.This isn’t the first time I’ve spilled something on myself.”

After she released her grip, Liam continued to distractedly rub at one of the spots, his fascinated gaze locked on her face. A knowing grin bloomed on her lips, as her eyes glanced down at her chest. When he peeled his own eyes away to follow her line of sight, he realized his hand was resting on the top of her left breast. He quickly jerked it away, his face flooding with color.

“Uh…perhaps not, but I’m the one who caused this spill,” he managed to say, as he stuffed his handkerchief back into his pocket.

Her smile faded a bit and she sighed again. “It hasn’t been a great morning and this was just another thing to add to it. Please don’t think I’m a crazy person because I laughed about this earlier. I just figured it was better to laugh than cry.”

“I’m very sorry to add to an already bad day. Please allow me to, um, pay to get your dress cleaned.”

“That won’t be necessary. I have a friend who has a knack for removing stains. I’ll just take it to her.” She watched him nod, before continuing, “I really should get to my office now.”

Another few seconds passed before Liam realized his left hand was still wrapped around her right bicep, and he reluctantly released it. “Are you sure I can’t compensate you in some way, Lass?”

Her eyes twinkled. “Maybe you can buy me a latte sometime?”

She bent down and picked up her purse, slung the strap of her laptop bag over her shoulder, and stepped away to punch the button for the elevator. When it arrived, she entered and turned around, smiling at the sight of him still standing in the same spot, with a dumbstruck look on his face.

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“Did anything exciting happen at work today, Liam?” Emma asked, passing him the bowl of mashed potatoes.

“Oh, uh, well…this morning I, um…”

Killian’s eyes shot up to look at his brother, unused to hearing him stammer over his words. “You didn’t lose your job on the second day you reported to the office, did you brother?”

“Of course not, you tosser. Everything is great!”

“Then what happened this morning?” Emma asked.

Liam looked uncomfortable, and took an inordinate amount of time chewing and swallowing his food, while his face grew steadily more red. Killian and Emma exchanged amused looks as they waited.

“Well, you see, there was this girl…”

“Was there, indeed?” Killian smirked. “Well, I like this tale already.”

Liam glared at his brother. “Anyway, I was trying to catch the lift and…”

“Lift?” Emma questioned.

“You Americans call it an elevator, Love,” Killian explained.

Liam cleared his throat before continuing. “I was in a hurry and wasn’t paying close attention, and ran smack into this girl. She was carrying a latte and almost half of it spilled down the front of her lovely dress. I felt terrible.”

“Oh no! How did she react?” Emma asked, reaching over to pat his hand sympathetically.

“She, uh…she laughed.”

“Laughed?” Killian asked, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

“Aye. She said she was already having a bad day and she thought it better to laugh than cry. I offered to pay to have the dress cleaned, but she refused. Said she has a friend who would do it for her.”

“Did you get her name?” Emma inquired.

Liam studied his fork as he dragged it through his potatoes. “No, I didn’t.”

“Did you give her yours?” Killian questioned. Slouching down in his chair, Liam confessed that he hadn’t, before Killian continued, “What did she look like?”

Liam’s face took on a faraway, dreamy look. “She was…quite beautiful. Shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes, gorgeous smile…”

“Seems we Jones boys have a type,” Killian commented, winking at Emma. She giggled and bumped her knee against his under the table. “You should ask her out, Liam.”

“How the bloody hell am I supposed to do that? I don’t even know her name,” Liam moaned.

“Does she work in your building?” Emma asked.

Liam straightened in his seat and looked thoughtful. “She did say she was going to her office before she got on the lift.”

“Well, there you go,” Emma encouraged. “All you have to do is track her down.”

“The building is twenty-seven stories high,” Liam frowned. “How am I supposed to search for her in a place like that when I don’t even know her name?”

“Guess you’ll just have to run into her again,” Killian snickered.

“Hopefully not literally, the next time,” Liam grinned.

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He didn’t get the opportunity to talk to the mystery woman again for the rest of the week, or the first two days of the following week. On two separate occasions, he thought he caught a glimpse of her, but couldn’t work up the nerve to approach her. After the first two days, Killian and Emma didn’t need to ask him if he’d seen her, because his demeanor upon entering their shared apartment told them all they needed to know.

On Wednesday morning, he was sitting in the lobby, finalizing some notes on his computer before heading upstairs to a meeting, when a pair of powder blue pumps moved into his line of vision. His eyes scanned up the shapely legs to take in a plum colored pencil skirt, light blue and plum patterned sleeveless blouse, and the face of an angel.

“It is you,” she said. “I thought I recognized you sitting over here, and since I don’t have a drink with me this morning, I didn’t think it would do any harm to come over and say good morning.”

He scrambled to his feet, furiously rubbing at the back of his neck, which was a brilliant shade of red. “I, um…I apologize again…”

She laid a hand on his forearm. “I was teasing. My friend got the stain out, so no harm done.”

Liam breathed out a relieved sigh, and patted the hand which was still touching his arm. “I’m very happy to hear that, Lass.”

“Elsa.”

“Pardon me?”

“My name is Elsa Arendelle. And you are…?”

“Liam. Liam Jones. I’m glad I got a chance to see you again, Elsa.” He savored the feel of her name on his tongue, thinking how the beautiful name was very fitting for the person to whom it belonged.

“Likewise, Liam. Well, I had better be going. I always like to be a little early.”

She was beginning to turn around when Liam finally found his voice. “Wait!” She looked back and he moved to stand in front of her. “I’d like to know more about you, if you don’t mind.”

“Like what?” she asked, quirking a brow at him.

“Well, for starters, where is your office located?”

“On the twelfth floor. What about yours?”

“Sixteenth. My brother and I moved here from England and I started this job a few months ago, but I had to work remotely until they reopened the building last week.”

“I’ve been at my job for a little over seven months. It’s challenging and I love it.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a digital architect. And you?”

“Civil engineer. Do you live in San Francisco?”

“No, several miles south of here in San Bruno. I share an apartment with my sister, Anna.”

He collected his computer off of the chair and began walking with her to the bank of elevators. “I live with my brother Killian and his girlfriend Emma in Millbrae. We met her when I interviewed for this job, the day the earthquake hit.”

“That was certainly a day to remember. I was working here when the first one hit, and was fortunate enough to find an Uber driver who took me home as soon as I got out of the building.”

“We had a tough time, but managed to survive with Emma’s help. In the middle of all the chaos, my brother fell in love with her.”

“That’s very sweet,” Elsa said with a genuine smile. “Did you know Millbrae is only about three miles away from San Bruno?”

“I did not. I’m still trying to become familiar with this area.”

“That’s quite understandable.”

By this time, they had joined the group of people waiting for an elevator. The doors soon opened on one and they entered, Liam pushing the buttons for floors twelve and sixteen.

They didn’t speak to each other as the car ascended, stopping twice to let people off before it reached Elsa’s floor.

“Well, this is me,” she said, giving Liam a smile as the doors slid open. “Have a good day, Liam.”

“You as well,” he returned, watching her step out.

The doors were beginning to close, when he suddenly shoved his arm between them and once again shouted, “Wait!” earning him several disgruntled looks from the other occupants.

He pushed his way out, meeting Elsa, who was looking at him expectantly.

Working up all his courage, he straightened his broad shoulders and looked into her jade eyes. “Would you like to meet me in the lobby after work today to get that latte, Elsa?”

She beamed at him. “I would love to, Liam.”

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suchanldiot · 1 year

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#omg it’s so good #swan queen #jewel rose #emma and regina #sq edit #sq vid #Youtube

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rustbeltjessie · 1 year

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Current Jams (2/3/23)

Backxwash - I Lie Here Buried With My Rings and My Dresses (favorite track: “Song of Sinners (feat. Sad13 & Ada Rook)”)

Flipper - Love (favorite track: “Triple Mass”)

Johanna Hedva - Black Moon Lilith in Pisces in the 4th House (favorite track: “O Death”)

LCD Soundsystem - “New Body Rhumba”

Nation of Language - A Way Forward (favorite track: “Wounds of Love”)

Rixe - Coups et Blessures 7” (favorite track: “Larmes De Crocodile”)

Run the Jewels - RTJ CU4TRO (favorite track: “JU$T (Toy Selectah Versión)”)

Swans - leaving meaning. (favorite track: “Amnesia”)

#rust belt jessie #current jams #music recommendation #list #backxwash #flipper #johanna hedva #lcd soundsystem #nation of language #rixe #run the jewels #swans

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trashy-hippy · 2 years

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i would pass away if i was there

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havvkinsqueen · 1 year

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*/ a SPOTIFY WRAPPED starter for @scarredfeathers

#42 Take a Chance on Me - ABBA

☁︎｡⋆｡ “Sometimes I feel like you just have to tell them ‘I’m still free, take a chance on me!’” the teen sighed. From experience? Nearly. But part of that was Chrissy’s own fault. She rarely, if ever initiated anything. Maybe that’s more so what she was telling Jewel- just. Take a chance.

#everybody live for the music go round */ STARTER #down below the cars in the city go rushing by */ SEMI #scarredfeathers */#jewel summers */ THE SWAN

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ijustdontlikepeople · 2 years

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who did you used to be? a ballerina

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electrahearts-marilyn · 1 year

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💒🦢🥂

#coquette #girlblogger #daisy randone #dollette #the virgin suicides #marie antoinette #black swan #cherry #angelcore #marina and the diamonds #marina #shampain #champagne #the family jewels

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myboxofcookies · 2 years

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Welcome to a self-indulgent blog where I make art and ramble about cookie run ocs and au lore.

#my art #cookie run oc #cookie run ocs #crk #crk oc #my ocs #dear god help me i have too much #nurse molasses cookie #sugar pearl cookie #jewel beetle cookie #?#méringue swan cookie

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tasiaadams18art · 3 months

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Diamond Swan ♦️🦢. Jewel Swan.

#diamond swan #diamond #swan #animal #jewelry #art #art work #art blog #tap art #tap color #coloring book #jewel 💎#jewel swan #bird #birds

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 year

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after reading a few of @jrob64 's captainswan oneshots, I came upon a Liam and Elsa scene in her fic "Snowstorm Confessions," (which, of course, I highly recommend!)....

anyways, i very hilariously misinterpreted this scene in my mind, for some reason picturing him just immediately punching a bowl of raw potatoes alá wreck-it-ralph. after we had a good laugh about it in the comments. I decided it would be fun to try my hand at drawing it the way my brain wrote it 😅

#once upon a time #ouat #elsa ouat #liam jones #frozen jewel #incorrect once upon a time quotes #captain swan #fic rec #comic #kazzy draws #fanart #kazzy draws famart #once upon a time season 4

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yanderenightmare · 2 months

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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, drugging

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Thinking about a human collector who decides he wants a new pet to add to his collection...

The air of the animal shelter is polluted by whimpers, howls, and growling as he parades past all sorts of rareties locked up in their cages – all for him to pick and choose from.

The warden is telling him about the new swan hybrid they wrangled a week ago, wings like an angel with the grace of royalty, a true prize jewel of any collection.

He thinks it sounds promising before strolling past you.

Placed in one of the smaller cages on the floor, seemingly tucked away so as not to catch anyone’s attention.

You’re a sorry sight to behold – all starved and shaking – the collar around your throat too heavy for you to lift your head, having to look up at him through your lashes as he crouches down in front of you.

Your eyes are wide like two moons as he sticks a finger in through the bars.

It’s thick like a carrot, and for a moment, you seem like you’re about to scurry away into the very back of your cage – but instead, you inch closer, sniffing at the digit before suddenly snapping at him.

He backs away with a hiss, drawing the warden's attention – who rushes back and knocks his cain against the cage with a growl in his throat, “Stupid critter.”

You’ve narrowed your eyes, nose wrinkled in anger – something akin to a snarl forming your lips. It’s a funny expression to see on such a normally docile breed.

“I’m really sorry, sir. Bunnies aren't usually aggressive, but we’ve had issues disciplining this one for weeks.” The warden rushes out the apologetic excuse, expecting to be sued.

But the collector only chuckles – a deep sound that makes your soft fur stiffen. “That’s fine.”

He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket, all movements calm and collected as he wipes the spill of blood trickling from the small bite mark you’d left on his finger.

“It’s only a nibble, after all.”

You spit the bitter taste left in your tongue out on his shoes with another sneer.

If it angers him, it still doesn’t show through the lofty smile he wears. His leer is just as poised and heavy as he looks down at you.

“Does she talk?”

The warden had turned to lead him towards the more desirable and tamed section but halted at the question.

He had a puzzled look on his face before he answered, almost in a question himself, “We don’t know.”

The collector scoffed out another small laugh, then pulled out his phone. “How much?”

The warden seemed appalled then. “Sir, we have exotic pets more up to your standard in the back. Are you sure-”

“I want this one.”

The warden looked snuffed at his firm tone. But straightened himself out after a moment. All business as usual. “We can’t guarantee she’ll behave. It could be dangerous-”

But he’s cut off yet again, this time with another rumbling chuckle.

“That won’t be an issue.”

And those dark eyes with that deeply dominating look within them were the last thing you remember seeing before becoming a sleepy heap on the floor of your cage – drooling with a blank stare as you’re carried to the trunk and driven off with.

The tranquilizer makes you fall asleep, waking to heat swallowing you as you’re lowered into a bathtub.

“Let’s get you groomed first.” The same man murmurs in a coo. Petting your head with a heavy hand when seeing your weary eyes try blinking off the sleep – but still left too drowsy to thrash.

Instead, you can just moan as he washes you with a tender smile on his face – his big hands coarse against your creamy skin, rubbing your plush limbs with soap and oil.

“My pets have been an awful handful lately…”

He’s talking about something, but you only catch bits and pieces of the words being said. Something about ruts and scratched furniture – someone’s been pissing in the sofa, and all the pillows are ruined.

He messages the lops of your ears, then rinses them gently.

“But it’s my fault. I’ve been neglectful.”

He cups your tits next, lathering them with the warm milky water, circling your nipples with the gritty pads of his thumbs until they perk.

Then he delves under the water to find your puffy cunt, letting the hot water rush the sensitivity, making it swell with heat as he splits the lips and pets your clit.

You buck your hips, and he awes with a light chuckle, crooning down at you. “It's okay, little bunny.”

His carrot-sized finger teases your hole before sinking inside you, filling you in slow and tentative pumps. Sitting next to the tub, just as composed as before, while your cunt squeezes his knuckles.

He hums, watching your body fight the tranquilizer as you seize up and ripple with release.

He retracts his hand, patting them both on the fluffy towel placed next to him. A content smile on his face. “You’re gonna do perfect.”

After he’s finished drying you, he fixes a collar around your throat and carries you out to the others.

“Gather ‘round, pets.” He announces, placing you down on the soft carpeted floors beneath.

Your limbs are still heavy, too weak to stand just yet. But that all changes with the adrenaline kick.

“Come say hi to your new rut-puppet.”

The stench in the air coats your skin with sweat.

“She’s a fragile thing, though, so make sure to play nice.”

Your big eyes skitter around.

On your left, there’s a wolf, fox, and hyena who all lick their teeth at the sight of you.

Next to them lies a bear that wakens from his slumber. He licks his snout with a huff.

Drool drips from the hang in their lips as they start panting.

And they aren't the only ones.

On your right, there’s a panther and leopard whose eyes all blackout into nothing but a deep pool of darkness.

Their tails slowly meander behind them as they arise from their beds to stalk you.

You whimper, backing up until your back hits the legs of your new owner.

You lift your head to look up at him, only to see him smiling down at you.

“Don’t be shy now. The smell of fear only makes them wilder.”

part 2

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