don’t let no one tell you that you’re ‘too deep’ or ‘over thinking things’ or you’re ‘too complicated’. deep thinkers are the brilliant ones. be brilliant. question everything. peel back the surface and inspect what’s underneath. question yourself. demand explanations. do research. wonder. be complex and special and brilliant and fuck anyone who tries to shame you for not being superficial enough.
Anonymous asked: how does the cs fic end?? I imagine that killy and emma go to the coffee shop way more than usual just to see each other and then he finally asks her on a proper date idk i have feels
Yeah, so this happened. Hope you like it :3
> (This is a continuation of this fic I posted before. Enjoy.)
Killian was having trouble sleeping.
Not in the cliché, “I can’t stop thinking about her, she’s constantly on my mind 24/7” sappy romantic movies that all have the same boring story line sort of way.
His lack of sleep had more to do with the amounts of caffeine he was consuming. He’s probably had more coffee in the last one week than in his whole life since he decided to start drinking coffee; which was in his late teenage years when he had to stay up late to study for tests or in the mornings when he had a bitching hangover.
And yet, despite the ridiculous amount of time he was now spending in the college coffee shop, he still hasn’t seen Emma again. Not since their last meeting.
Not until the Wednesday of the following week when he entered and greeted Ashley, the barista who knew his order and made his cappuccino just how he liked it. Two shots of caffeine, no sugar, lots of milk.
He had paid for his drink and started to move to sit at his usual table –the table they had sat at together- when he noticed that there was already someone sitting there.
She had her nose buried in a book and did not pay him any notice. She was wearing the same red jacket she had been wearing the other day over plain white shirt with dark jeans.
He knew he was smiling. Of course he was smiling. He’s been waiting for this moment for weeks.
He’s been waiting to see her for weeks.
Ignoring the way his pulse picked up, he dodged the few students in his way and leaned down slightly only to catch the title of the book she was reading before dropping into the seat across from her.
“Once Upon A Time,” he read out loud, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice.
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