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Meant To Be - Neville Longbottom/Matthew Lewis | Harry Potter

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Pairing: Matthew Lewis x Reader, Mentions of Neville Longbottom x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

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Number of Words: 1029

The days of filming Deathly Hallow passed faster as you expected. Out of nowhere, you found yourself on the last day, and it was hard for you to not start crying. Daniel, Rupert, Emma, Bonnie, Matthew and you just finished your last scene at the Platform 9 ¾. In the scene, you all bid your children goodbye and you actually never felt so connected with Matthew as today. You both always had been pretty close, but in this scene, you saw him more than just as your best friend. In the scene, he was your husband and you had two children. All these years, you only played his crush and you both had been really good friends through the years. Neville had a crush on Sirius Black’s daughter. Your character was also best friends with Ginny and Luna on screen, even though you were pretty close with Emma since Chamber of Secrets.

Right now, you were hugging Emma tightly. Both of you were crying while Rupert cracked some jocks to cheer both of you up. You did laugh because you were not only sad. You were thankful, being able to be part of this. Happy, because those had been incredible years with amazing people. The tears that had been rolling down your face were not only sad tears but also tears filled with so many other positive emotions. While the three of you were laughing at Rupert’s jocks, Daniel walked over to Matt. He kept staring at you, even after the Regisseur yelled, “That’s a wrap!” Daniel smiled at him because he knew that not only Neville had a crush, but Matthew as well. All those years, he jumped out of his bed excited, only because you guys had scenes together. He was kind of the Ginny to your Harry. “That would be a wonderful moment to ask her out. You could tell your kids about this,” Daniel said the last sentences with a funny voice. Matt looked at him for a few seconds before turning back to Y/N.

He was just as shy as young Neville right now. This could be a blast or the best moment of his life. Not only ending a wonderful era but asking his longtime crush out. “You are right, but how?” Daniel chuckled and hit his arm because he was so much smaller as Matthew. “I actually came prepared, because I hoped that you would agree to ask her out. Wait until we watched the wrap-scenes and you will see. In the end, you only have to accept her answer.” “Wait, Daniel. What is yo-,” Matt could not finish his sentence, because Daniel rushed away towards Rupert. He whispered some words to the Ginger, who threw a fist in the air. They both left in another swift move, leaving two confused girls behind.

Almost an hour later, every actor and person that worked today, sat like in a cinema, in the front of a TV. You, Matt and the Golden Trio sat in the front. Rupert and Daniel kept smirking at you. It was confusing you, but you ignored it. Through the whole movie, those two boys kept stealing glances but mainly stared at the screen. It was beautiful, and to no one’s surprise, a tear formed at least in every person’s eye. They showed the last scene and everyone broke out into tears. People hugged the person next to them, their co-workers and best friends. Maybe even their new found love. While everyone was slightly distracted, Rupert and Daniel pulled Matthew to the front and Daniel yelled to get everyone’s attention. “Before we leave, Matt wanted to show you a film. It is for Y/N and we helped,” Daniel told everyone and moved aside. Everyone was confused and looked at you. Your cheeks began to heat up and you laid your head on Emma’s shoulder. You were just as confused as everyone else, but also flattered.

The whole video was filled with bloopers, behind the scenes clips and even with scenes from the movies. You could not stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks, just like Emma. She found this was so sweet and knew that both of you were meant to be together. At some scenes, even some people from the crowd awed or cheered. You could not imagine, why you would deserve such a cute short movie. You looked at Matt, who kept staring at you. You shot him a small smile before turning back to the screen. As the last scene finished the screen was white. Suddenly the words, “Will you out with me?” were formed and the crowd became louder. Gary Oldman, also known as Sirius, who came for the wrap, yelled, “You want to go out with my daughter? You did not even ask me yet.” Everyone laughed but your attention was set on Matthew. He was also staring at you. Emma waited a moment, before pushing you towards him. Rupert and Daniel took a few steps back to give both of you some space.

Everyone’s attention was turned to the two of you. You were nervous and your hands began to sweat and shake. Matt scratched the back of his head and looked down at the ground. “And…?” He said in a quiet voice. You just nodded and pulled him into a kiss. You did not think for a moment, but it just felt right. You guys were attracted like magnets. The crowd cheered and whistled while Gary yelled again. You did not make it out because only Matt existed for you. His lips fitted right on yours and you wanted to pull him closer. Unfortunately, he pulled away but leaned his forehead against yours. “So is this a yes?” He asked shyly and you nodded again, “Yes. I want to go out with you.” And with that, he kissed you again.

Daniel was right, you guys would tell your children about this day. How Uncle Daniel, with the help of Uncle Rupert, brought the two of you together. In the end, Emma had been right; You guys had been meant to be together.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #221 - Zombieland

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: Blu-ray

1) The prologue.

Originally posted by red-blue-velvet

We are immediately given a sense of Columbus’ voice in the prologue, which is important because he narrates the entire film. From the beginning we get a strong sense of not only who Columbus is but the rules by which this film operates (in a literal sense, as Columbus lists his rules for surprising Zombieland). We get all the backstory we need: we’re dealing with fast zombies, world on the brink (or post) apocalypse, etc. It all works as a strong setup to a great film.

2) According to IMDb:

[Rhett Reese] the co-writer of the film plays the man in the white tuxedo with an assault rifle in the opening credits.

3) Columbus as the gas station.

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We have been introduced to Columbus’ rules for surviving Zombieland (cardio, beware bathrooms, seat belts, etc.) but this is where we first really see them in action. Whenever a horror comedy is made it is easy to go low on one of those elements in favor of the other. The comedy has been established by Columbus’ voice but now we see that this film CAN be scary. There is genuine suspense on the scene as we practically wait (like Columbus does) to see if there will be a zombie attack. Not to mention they get in a good jump scare or too.

4) Jesse Eisenberg as Columbus.

Originally posted by classichorrorblog

As mentioned above, Columbus is our film’s main character. He’s the one we get to know best throughout his narration. That means he cannot - under any circumstances - be boring (or else the film will be too). And although Eisenberg’s performance may not differ TOO greatly from some of his other work, that’s largely because it does support the character. Columbus is interesting, developed, funny, and sometimes tragic. We get a sense of his fears (of which there are MANY) and how they can define him, but we also see him grow to face those fears for those he cares about. All of the characters are developed wonderfully in this film and Columbus is no exception.

5) Story is conflict, conflict is interesting. The two parts of the main bromance meet when they’re pointing their guns at each other. That just DRIPS with conflict and speaks to the wonderful heart of their relationship.

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6) Woody Harrelson as Tallahassee.

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From the very first moment Tallahassee shows up on screen you know he’s special. He just LOOKS badass and Harrelson ends up stealing every single scene of the movie. Tallahassee is largely enigmatic, but we do get to know him as the film goes on.

Columbus [seeing a zombie eat a corpse]: “I mean it makes you -”

Tallahassee: “Hungry.”

Columbus: “I’m worried about you.”

He’s developed throughout. You understand how much he fucking hates zombies and later you understand why. Sometimes when you reveal more about an enigmatic character they lose what makes them interesting (see: Jack Sparrow). But not with Tallahassee. I think this is a testament to Harrelson and the filmmakers for making him strong throughout.

7) This could really be a note thrown in while talking about Tallahassee, but I think it deserves its own recognition. The fact that such a notable part of this movie is Tallahassee looking for Twinkies gives the film two things: a strong through line and a unique character detail. Columbus’ analysis of why Tallahassee feels so strongly about this, about how it makes him remember a time when things were normal, also gives it heart. It’s not a joke just to be funny, there’s a reason behind it. I love that.

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8) I’m so tired of this idea that if you’re a guy who still has his virginity you’re some kind of loser. Like, fuck that shit.

Columbus [explaining how he was kind of a dweeb before zombies]: “Virginity: totally justifiable to speculate on.”

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9) Amber Heard as 406.

There’s a pretty good chance that this is the only film I’ve seen Amber Heard in (that’ll probably change when Justice League comes out) and while it may not be exactly the part of the year, Heard really commits to it. In her human form you are able to invest in 406 really quickly, as Heard plays her fear and panic totally believable. But the actress also plays the part as a zombie which requires a unique physicality that not everyone can master. 406 as a zombie is freaking great though, with Heard bringing that unique movement to the character while also being really fucking scary. I dig it.

10) There are so many small jokes in this film I love I couldn’t possible list them all.

Tallahassee [about a zombie free place]: “It’s all just nonsense. You know, you’re like a penguin on the North Pole who hears the South Pole is really nice this time of the year.”

Columbus: “There are no penguins on the North Pole.”


Tallahassee: “You wanna feel how hard I can punch?”

11) The scene with Columbus and Tallahassee in the grocery store shows off one of this film’s best qualities: it has fun with its zombie violence. It’s over the top and crazy making all the zombie killing just wildly fun.

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12) The con Little Rock and Wichita run on the two guys is so interesting. For one thing actresses Emma Stone and Abigail Breslin are so good I’m 100% riveted by both performances. They give it their all even though it’s fake, even though they’re conning them. And the fact that it is a con, that twist to the scene, speaks to who they both are as characters.

Wichita: “Better you make the mistake of trusting us then we make the mistake of trusting you.”

Their trust issues with everyone but each other is great. The relationship these sisters have is developed wonderfully, defined by their interaction during the following car ride. We understand how this relationship works and the love they have for each other in NO TIME.

13) “Zombie Kill of the Week” discussion.

Take a look at that scene, take a look at that production design. The film never calls attention to it but you 100% understand what has happened just by looking at it. The tanks, the banners, the propaganda posters, all speak greatly to the world we are currently in. Juxtaposing that against the sheer irrelevance of the conversation Tallahassee and Columbus are having about killing zombies is a perfect representation of the film. Incredible humor against a bleak landscape. (Note: the first half of the scene is not featured in this video, the one where they’re talking about zombie kills of the week. Just so you know.)

14) Abigail Breslin as Little Rock.

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None of the main four characters in this film are weak, meaning Breslin is able to hold up against her cast members (including and especially veteran Woody Harrelson). There’s this sense of sarcastic humor, almost jadedness, and charisma that Breslin breathes into every scene. She’s basically twelve year old Han Solo fighting zombies. I love that.

15) I relate to Columbus in this moment.

Columbus [after Wichita highjacks his car and points a gun at him]: “I kinda like this girl.”

16) There are occasional flashbacks to life BEFORE zombies which could’ve really messed with the film (especially considering it’s less than 90 minutes), but they’re put in good spots and improve on the movie’s human element (which is incredibly important and I’ll speak more on soon).

17) Emma Stone as Wichita.

Originally posted by emmajstonedaily

I love Emma Stone. I’d watch Emma Stone read the phonebook as a film. So I’m not exactly unbiased here, but I freaking love her as Wichita. The character is wonderfully layered, with trust issues being a defining trait but so is her love for Little Rock. The more she lets those issues go, the more she trusts Columbus and quits keeping him and Tallahassee at bay, the more fun we get to have the character/the more invested I am. But again, I’m hardly unbiased.


Wichita [about Columbus, Ohio]: “It’s a total ghost town, it’s burned to the ground.”

The fact that this packs as much of a punch as it does speaks greatly to a really important part of this movie: it’s human element. In a movie called Zombieland there are probably more scenes without zombies than there are with them. Except you don’t notice this, you’re not bothered by it, and that’s because this movie isn’t about the zombies. It’s about the people living in Zombieland, living this world with zombies in it. We don’t spend as much time developing the zombies or the mythos there as much as we do getting into the characters who we are traveling with. Through trashing the roadside shop, through their time together, through their car ride conversations, through all of it. And it is done in an incredible way that just keeps getting stronger the longer the film goes.

Columbus [about Little Rock]: “It’s tough growing up in Zombieland.”

Wichita: “It’s tough growing up.”

19) Okay, the entire idea with “Zombie Kill of the Week” is a holdover for when this script was going to be a TV show. And it’s one of the best gags in the film.

20) I love the following car scene. If I could find a clip of it I would post it here, but it’s a bunch of little moments cut together which are so great (including a scene where Little Rock explains “Hannah Montana” to Tallahassee in an improvised moment). It’s one of my favorite moments in the film and I wish there was a clip of it online.

21) Bill. Fucking. Murray.

The video is not the best quality but it’s the only one I could find with the whole scene.

Okay, the first time I saw this was in 2012. I hadn’t laughed in movies a lot since then, it had kind of died out of me. This scene busted my gut and has me laughing like crazy still to this day. The best fucking scene in the whole film it is just pure, unbridled fun! Murray fucking shines! And the way it ends!? Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I can’t explain it in justice. Watch it. Watch it now.

22) When we learn the truth about Buck (that he’s Tallahassee’s son who was killed by zombies, not his dog), the fact that this film is a human story is clearer than ever. It’s this one scene, this one revelation, which catapults it from good to great. Before it was a really funny zombie comedy movie and now its something else entirely. It’s so much more human and relatable. I just really love the thought the filmmakers put into that.

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23) One of my favorite pairings in this film is one which doesn’t get a lot of screen time and that’s Tallahassee and Little Rock. There’s this close to parental bond (more like uncle or older brother) they have and it comes through very nicely in the scene where Tallahassee shows Little Rock how to shoot.

24) Columbus and Wichita’s nightcap.

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This is a great moment of vulnerability and honest connection between the pair. The fact that the film spends a couple minutes just going over their respective 1997’s means we get to know even MORE about them in an interesting way. As the audience we are treated to so much rich character information and development in not a long runtime and this scene shows that off beautifully.

25) I thought of this as Little Rock and Wichita get to the rumored Zombie-free-zone of Pacific Playland: the external goal in the movie is the amusement park, but that’s not what they’re looking for. What they’re looking for - what everyone is looking for - is something they had before the zombies. Columbus was looking for his family, Tallahassee is searching for Twinkies, and the sisters are looking for just a little fun that kids get to have. There all looking for a little bit of normalcy where they get to just be PEOPLE who can relax a little, something they end up finding in each other.

26) The extended climax of this film works for a few reasons. For one thing: Little Rock and Wichita being stuck on the drop ride creates a great amount of tension. The suspense and sense of risk is present throughout in scenes like the haunted house and Tallahassee in the prize cage (supported by slow-motion). That, and the zombie killing is as kickass as ever.

27) I haven’t really talked about this before but I like how this film is able to make their zombies a little unique in design. They’re not carbon copies of Romero zombies or 2005 Dawn of the Dead zombies, they’re their own thing.

28) This is Columbus’ climax.

Columbus [trying to save Wichita, stopped by a zombie clown (he hates clowns)]: “Of course, it had to be a clown. No, it HAD to be a clown. And it had to be Wichita for me to finally understand that some rules are made to be broken.”

He disregards his rules (specifically, “Don’t be a hero,”) in order to just do the right thing. To live for someone else for once. I dig it.

29) I always say you can tell a climax works because once its over all the tension in your body just vanishes. That is true for this film, once the zombie clown is dead.

30) Wichita’s real name - Krysta - is actually the name of Emma Stone’s mother in real life.

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32) There are few films which are able to include their message in dialogue without being cheesy as all hell. This film is one of them.

Columbus: “And without other people, well you might as well be a zombie.”

33) And, if you stay after the credits…

Zombieland is a freaking classic. Holy crap, I love this movie. It’s tight, funny as hell, and the decision to tell a human story above all else gives it an amazing beating heart. All four the main cast members are through the roof incredible, it’s got Bill Murray in it AS Bill Murray, I just really fucking love it. One of my favorite films of all time. Go watch it, it’s not that long.

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A Woman of Action

Captain Swan Fanfiction

Rating: M

Words: 4000+

Summary: She may not have been a woman of words but she didn’t need to be – not with him. But she was definitely a woman of action.…..

Mostly shameless cs smut/blowjob smut but with the premier coming up my feels got the best of me in the first bit. 

First CS fanfic, first fanfic EVER, first smut piece, first everything.

Emma wondered sometimes how in the hell she had gotten so lucky. If you had asked her two years ago, when she’d first arrived in Storybrook, or even just a few months ago how she thought her life would turn out, this was certainly not how she would have pictured it. She wouldn’t have expected to finally be reunited with her parents whom she’d believed for so long had abandoned her, or her son whom she’d regretfully abandoned in turn. She wouldn’t have expected to be living in a little rainy town in Main inhabited solely by fairytale characters (most of whom were somehow related to her), in her own home that she had built for herself and her little makeshift family – a home she had finally managed to put roots down in after nearly thirty years of running from the very idea of settling down. More than anything though, Emma never would have believed that she could be so utterly and completely happy. For the first time in her life, Emma Swan was one hundred percent content with her life. It was peaceful, with the acception of the occasional catastrophe – this was still Storybrook after all – she had a job she enjoyed, she was surrounded by people who loved her and that she loved just as fiercely in return, and even she and Regina had somehow managed to coexist and share the responsibility of raising their son together.

Emma smiled to herself over her cup of cocoa. Leaning on the counter in her and Henry’s flat, her gaze fixated on the very answer to her question. Hook – Killian, sat on the couch in the living room, his attention focused on the copy of Henry’s book report that he held in his hand. She couldn’t see his face, only the back of his head and neck and the slight profile of his jaw over the back of the sofa, but she knew his brow was probably screwed in concentration. He took his job as editor and homework-helper very seriously and Emma smiled again. Him. That’s how she had gotten so lucky. Captain-freaking-Hook had come into her life and blown all of her walls down with a tenacity and a degree of love and commitment that Emma had only ever seen in the way her parents held on to eachother. Despite her resistance, Killian had fought his way into her life and finally her heart, forcing her to accept what she had always known she needed but refused to admit she wanted – love. But it wasn’t just his love he had opened her up to. No he had been the missing piece in her life that had allowed her to accept the love of everyone who she now held so dear. He had brought her back to them, back to herself that day that now seemed so long ago in the enchanted forest when he had helped her believe in her herself and powers. He had brought her home.

She could never thank him enough for that. No matter how long they were together, Emma never felt that there were words to express the gratitude she felt for his devotion to her – to his mere presence by her side. God knows she’d tried her damndest to push him out of her life but he had pushed back just as hard, refusing to leave her, until finally that last bit of stone around her heart had been chipped away. But she wasn’t good with words. She had told him that she loved him. Surprisingly she had been the one to say it first. On some level, Emma was sure that he had wanted to say them, long before she was ready to hear them, but had held back, knowing what those words meant to her and that she had to come around to them on her own terms, not because she felt the need to say them back to him.

She could still remember the look of pure joy that had fallen accross his face when she’d told him. It had been out of the blue. They had been settled in front of the TV watching Netflix, Henry had just gone to the door to get the pizza and Killian was trying to figure out the remote – and failing miserably. The smile he had given her when she finally said it had caused her heart to stutter in her chest before he leaned over and kissed her firmly on the lips. ’It’s about bloody time’ he’d told her as he pulled away and Emma met his smile with one of her own, her eyes watery as he held her gaze until Henry came back into the room with a pre-adolescent groan of ’Ew, gross. Get a room,’ planting himself in the small space between them.

And now there Killian sat, on that very same couch they had sat on that day, months ago now. No she wasn’t good with words (hence why she hadn’t been asked to correct her son’s homework) but he was. Emma would deny to her bitter end the effect his words had on her. The way he turned phrases so eloquently and effortlessly, speaking in a way that was still half from another era made her heart swoon. And his accent – God, his accent – it made her knees weak and her stomach tighten at the most innoportune moments. The bastard knew it too. Always enunciating certain words he knew made his accent more prominent when they were in public and unable to hide the smug look on his face when she squirmed uncomfortably. Always speaking low in her ear when they were seperated from a group or alone. Sometimes the things he said were downright filthy but sometimes something as mundane as ’Remind me to pick up more coffee filters, love,’ muttered with his breath ghosting along her neck made her have to pause and get her breathing right. When they made love, he brought it out with full force, telling her how beautiful she was, how amazing, how she felt wrapped around him, what he wanted to do to her as she rocked herself above him. Often she’d have to kiss him just to shut him up, worried that it would be over too quickly if he kept talking like that. The man had a talented mouth.

Emma shuttered slightly, thinking of just how talented that mouth really was. She still doesn’t know why she was surprised the first time she’d let him into her bed (though if she’s being honest she practically dragged him there) to find out that Killian Jones was definitely a giver. She should have known considering how passionately he loved, how willing he was to sacrifice, to give everything of himself for the few people in his life he judged deserving enough to be loved the way that only Killian could love. Generous was an understatement, Emma thought. Killian could accomplish with one hand what few men could with both. Perhaps on some level that first night she had still expected him to embrace his pirate side and take what was so willingly given. She had been fully prepared to be pillaged and plundered and while the thought still appealed to her, she had not expected to be cherished by his love, consumed by his fire, brought to the brink of destruction over and over again before he finally allowed her to crumble around him. And afterwards, as they lay together, he told her stories about his life before her, telling her how all of it had been meant to be to lead him to her. Showering her with praise and and words of love and lust and longing that had led to round two.

Emma bit her lip as she studied him, the strong curve of his neck where it met his shoulders that she knew to be well-muscled despite the shirt hiding them from her view. His inky, black hair, so soft when she let it slip through her fingers. God, she wanted to muss it up. It was properly coiffed back today, he had gone for a job interview down at the docks (apparently Storybrook needed a new coast-guard). It also explained why his shirt was buttoned so infuriatingly high up. All but the top button were closed, hiding the tantalizing strip of skin and chest hair that he usually bore from her hungry gaze. She watched his jaw flex, the muscles of his neck spasming and accentuating the sharp angle of his jaw as he read what must have been a particularly upsetting bit of twelve-year-old grammar and Emma was done for. No, she may not have been a woman of words but she didn’t need to be – not with him. But she was definitely a woman of action.

Strolling over to where he sat unawares of her intentions, she tried to remain as quiet as possible. Killian startled a bit as he felt her lean over the back of the sofa, her hand imideatly finding one pectoral muscle and gliding across to the other over his shirt. Too much damn material. Killian smiled, turning his head to try meet her gaze, his hand too occupied to return her caress. Before he could speak, she had brought her other hand around so that they were both drapped over his shoulders, her mouth by his ear and out of his reach, her breath hot against the skin just below it. She pressed her breasts up against his back. She felt him stiffen as her hands travelled up to the first button of his shirt, popping it open and dragging her nails lightly along the newly exposed skin. She reached the next button and repeated her actions.

‘Emma,’ he breathed, his voice already shaky and she smirked smugly to herself. She didn’t answer, instead catching his earlobe between her teeth and grazing her them along it, delighted by the small gasp it elicited from her pirate. Finally, Emma reached the last button and she slid her hand into the opening she had created. She let her hands explore him, revelling in the choked sounds and changes in his breathing as traced the map of scars that marked his skin. She sunk her hands further under his shirt, causing it to hang halfway off his shoulders, she slid her fingers towards the skin of his ribs where she knew he was most sensitive, dragging her nails maybe just a little too hard along them and down towards his navel. Killian’s head fell back and Emma watched the thin, red lines apear accross his tanned skin a small ’ah’ escaped his lips, sounding torn somewhere between pain and pleasure but if he wanted her to stop he gave no indication.

'Damn it, woman,’ he panted out, his chest rising and falling more quickly as she continued her exploration. She responded by biting the hollow of his throat where his neck met his shoulder but she was done with just feeling him, she wanted to see him.

Standing straight, she walked around the sofa so that she stood in front of him. God he was gorgeous, she thought taking in his disheveled and downright sinful appearance. Lounging back on the cusions, his shirt, haning from his shoulders, did nothing to hide his modesty. His cheeks flushed and his masculine, hair-covered chest marked up by her own doing, he sat with his legs sprawled open, his hardness becoming obvious in its dark-wash, demim prison. Looking at her with a darkness and a longing in his eyes, he reaked of sex and debauchery and all things pleasurable and Emma had to stop herself from giving in and letting him ravish her the way she knew he loved to do. No, this was all about him.

She leaned forward, bracing her hand on the couch behind his head so that her breasts were almost level with his face. She smirked as his gaze darkened even further, the blue almost completely swallowed by desire. Slowly, she ran her nails along the length of his torso, passing over every hard-earned ridge and muscle formed by years at sea. He shuttered beneath her as her hand came to a stop just above the leather of his belt. Henry’s report long forgotten, Killian reached a hand out to touch her but Emma swatted it away, smirking when she met his confused look. He seemed to be struggling between being hurt and even more turned on. Painfully slowly, she leaned down, bypassing his mouth to plant her lips on the center of his chest, kissing his sternum thoroughly with a swipe of her tongue before proceeding to place hot, wet, open mouth kisses down along his abs and hips, following the trail her hand had blazed and coming to settle on her knees before him.

Reaching for his buckle, Emma was glad she was already kneeling. The look he was giving her was turning her insides upside down and her legs to jelly. No one had ever looked at her like that before. Like she was an oasis placed in front of a man dying of thirst, or land to a sailor out too long at sea. The need and hunger in his eyes had her struggling to steady her breath and pressing her thighs together. It was so unfair that he could affect her so strongly mearly by reacting to her. Determined to regain control of the situation, Emma made quick work of his belt before dropping her hands to the fly of his jeans. She traced the length of him through the denim and bit back a proud giggle when she heard him mutter a curse under his breath. She did it again, adding more pressure.

'Fuck, Swan, please,’ he begged, his voice desperate. She had to remember to tease him about that later. She ran her palms along the inside of his jean-clad thighs, raising her eyebrow at him as he sucked in a breath and bit his lip in anticipation of what was to come. He was practically shaking under her and she had barely touched him, feminine pride swelled inside her for reducing the strong, fearless pirate captain to putty in her hands. Finally, taking pity on him, she opened the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper. As expected, she was met with hot, rigid flesh (wearing boxers had been one of the few modern customs that Killian had refused to accept). A soft ’yes’ fell from his lips as she wrapped her hand around him, finally freeing his cock from the tight confines of this world’s clothing. She ran her hand up and down him a few times experimentally, watching as he fought back the sounds of pleasure and want trying to force their way out of him. Running her thumb along his head, she released him only long enough to pull his jeans further down his legs, leaving him exposed and vulnerable to her gaze and her will.

Meeting his eyes again, she could see the conflicting emotions crossing his face. She knew what he wanted, it was obvious, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask her for it, would never expect or demand it of her. I’m always a gentleman she’d heard him say so long ago. Looking back down at his cock, standing thick and heavy in anticipation of her, she licked her lips. The words that fell from his mouth afterwards were far from those of a gentleman. Finally, she lowered her lips over him, taking as much of his impressive lenth as she could into her mouth, wrapping her hand around the bit she couldn’t reach. She heard the leather of the couch creak as his head fell back against it in pure bliss. She bobbed her head along his shaft, hollowing her cheeks as she set a punishing rhythm right from the start, hard and fast. She massaged the sensitive muscles on the inside of his thighs as she sucked on the length of him, egged on by the beligerant words that were coming from him. There was no finesse to it, it was sloppy and dirty and rough. And it was hot. Emma found herself again pressing her thighs together, looking for some sort of friction, and, if the way Killian kept accidentally thrusting his hips into her mouth before fighting for restraint and pulling himself back was any indication, this kind of fucking – raw, unadultered, rough and so different from their usual form of passion – was as much of a turn on for him as it was for her.

'Emma, love,’ he managed to gasp out between heavy pants and curses. She knew he was getting close. His hand and hook came up to her arms, trying to pull her up off of him but she held fast, not stopping her unforgiving pace. She knew what he was doing, trying to forego his own pleasure, his own release so that he could take care of her at the same time – if not first. But that was not the plan. Tonight, Killian Jones was hers to ravish. Hers to bring to the brink of madness. 'Sweetheart, please,’ he begged again, his voice like gravel and velvet as he tried to pull her up to him again. 'I – you need to – let me – gods above!’ His insistance was cut off as she ran her tongue along the length of him, swirling it around his tip before taking his head in her mouth again and sucking hard.

Taking his hand and hook from her arms, she pinned them down forcefully on either side of him, holding them down and fixing him with a stern look before returning to the task at hand. She didn’t miss the way he looked at her though as she forced him to submit to her. That look should have been illegal. It was more desperate and craving than anything she had seen from him before. Perhaps Killian Jones, gentleman and giving lover didn’t mind having the reins taken from him every now and then, being dominated by a woman – by her – seemed to have increased his lust tenfold. That would definitely be worth investigating in the future Emma thought. Bowing her head again, she took him back into her mouth, renewing her pace and redoubling her efforts, she sucked the tip of him the way she knew he liked on each pass up and ran it along the vein on the underside of his cock each time he slid back between her lips. When she was sure that he would keep his hooked arm down, she released his wrist and brought it down between his legs, cradling his balls and rolling them in her palm before tracing a finger along the seam.

'Yes,’ he nearly shouted at the added stimulation. His hips were now thrusting wildly up into her mouth. 'Gods, Swan, yes. Just like that. Bloody hell, woman, yes – fuck – don’t stop.’ She knew he would probably deny most of the words tumbling from him later, but right now, Emma swelled with the knowledge that he had given up fighting her on this – she had managed to make him leave behind the eternal gentleman and just feel and take and enjoy. He had given himself over to her completely. She knew she already had his soul, his heart, but now she had his body, and she had plans for it. It wasn’t long before she felt him harden under her tongue, his cock swelling and she knew he was close.

'Emma, I – Emma I’m gonna -’ he started to warn her but she ignored his protests. Instead, taking a deep breath through her nose, she relaxed her throat, letting him slide further in until her lips touched his pelvic bone. She heard him gasp at the feeling of being taken in so deep and smirking inwardly, she swallowed around him, her throat constricting like a vice around the head of his shaft. And that was it. He was a gonner. The sound he made as he came was gutteral and raw, his hook digging into the sofa, ripping a cusion. She’d never heard him make that sound before but she was decided then and there that she would sure as hell hear it again – and often. Swallowing the hot liquid of his release as it shot down her throat in waves, she released him from her throat, letting her mouth slide over him a few more times as she brought him down from his high. She ran her hands over his shaking thighs as he slowly began to soften.

Finally, she slid him free from her warm mouth. She looked up at him only to be met with the picture of an absolutely ruined man, one who had been used and – to borrow his word – ravished. His head was lolling back on the sofa, too heavy for his neck to support, his hair was a mess (though how that had happened she wasn’t totally sure) his shirt and pants still hung half on him, his chest still heaving from the exertion and his eyes glassy with fading extacy. The man looked properly and thoroughly fucked Emma thought, patting herself mentally on the back.

Smiling, Emma placed one, last kiss on his abdomen, just below his naval before standing to head back to the kitchen. She hadn’t made it the length of the sofa however before she was yanked back by a hook grabbing hold of her belt-loop. With a small cry, she was thrown against the cushions so that she was lying flat on her back, spread out for a half-naked pirate who was suddenly crawling over her and pinning her body beheath his.

'And just where the hell do you think you’re going?’ he asked. Emma swallowed, his voice had taken on that tone that made her shudder in anticipation. There was a dark twist to it this time however, his voice still rough from his orgasm, and she knew he had only one thing on his mind: payback.

'Um,’ Emma stuttered, her voice higher than she would have liked. 'To start dinner?’ she asked. Killian shook his head.

'No,’ he said. 'I don’t think so,’ he started, bringing both her hands up over her head and holding them in place with his hook, leaving his hand free to roam her body. He ran it down her chest, pausing briefly to torture both nipples into hardened peaks before wandering down to the apex of her thighs. Emma gasped as he pressed his finger right there along the seam of her jeans, the added friction of the denim making her cry out and arch her back into his hand, seeking more. Killian grinned at her reaction, enjoying how far along she clearly already was.

'Did you enjoy that, you minx?’ he asked his finger rubbing small circles around her clit through her pants. 'Torturing a man to within an inch of his life?’ Emma whined, bitting her lip as she felt her orgasm already starting to build.

'Killian, please,’ she didn’t even care if she was begging at this point, she just needed release. Killian smirked again.

'Oh, no, love,’ he said with a devilish look on his face as he lessened the pressure of his finger until it was just light enough to drive her wild but not enough to get her off. 'You’ve awoken the pirate in me,’ he told her. 'You played with fire and now you have to deal with the consiquences.’ He brought his lips down to her breast, sucking and biting at her nipple through the fabric of her shirt until she was practically sobbing. He moved on to the other. 'Perhaps I’ll have you like this,’ he mused, 'with all your clothes still on, whithering and gasping beneath my hand and my mouth.’

Emma wanted to smack him, but she also wanted him to end his torture so she gave in. 'Please, yes, anything – anything you want. Oh, God, Killian, please!’ she moaned, whithering just as he had suggested she would and he smiled endearingly at her.

'Now, now, Swan, you won’t get off that easy,’ he told her ruefully, his eyes spoke promises of sinful pleasure and Emma moaned at his teasing but oh so wonderful minstrations. 'You forget, I spent three hundred years exacting my revenge the last time,’ he reminded her. Oh, God Emma thought. This was going to be a long night.

more than bargained for

type: jeonghan scenario

genre: fluff/slight angst

word count: 1,296

summary: jeonghan comes over for a movie night but watching movies isn’t the only thing that happens (this makes it sound smutty it’s not it’s pg-13 at best)

You pulled the popcorn out of the microwave, holding the bag by your fingertips and setting it gently on the counter. Gingerly pulling the corners of the bag open, you spilled the popcorn into the bowl you had laid out, drizzled some butter on it and shook the popcorn into the bowl, trying to mix it up. Movie nights had become an annual thing for you and your best friend, Jeonghan, and each time you got together, you both loved to snack on buttery popcorn.

The doorbell rang out as you transferred the snacks to the living room. You ran to the door, a grin on your face as soon as you opened the door. Jeonghan stood before you, decked out in a plain button up shirt and skinny jeans, with a beanie situated perfectly atop his head. He grinned in return, holding up four DVD’s.

“I was feeling an Emma Stone marathon, so I brought Superbad, Zombieland, Easy A, and The Amazing Spiderman, just so we had options,” he announced cheekily. He knew how much you loved Emma Stone, and you couldn’t help but be touched by his sweet gesture. You stepped forward and laced your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a warm hug.

“I’ve missed you,” you commented, taking a moment to soak in his embrace before stepping away and allowing him to enter the house. The two of you chatted briefly as you padded to the living room and got comfy, deciding that your first movie of the night would be Easy A.

Throughout the film, you both quoted your favourite lines, laughing hysterically at all of the jokes. This was one of your favourite movies, and you found it hard to resist quoting it word for word. Every once in a while, Jeonghan would smack you as he tried to listen intently to the dialogue, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles.

The night began to fly by though, until soon enough, you two had moved on to Zombieland. At some point, you had shifted so that you were tucked neatly into Jeonghan’s chest, his arm resting comfortably behind you on the couch. For some reason, you could feel his eyes on you as you watched the screen before you.

Finally, you turned to him, shocking him slightly as you caught his gaze. “Penny for your thoughts?” You murmured, sensing he had something on his mind as you peered up at him. He bit his lip, a brief silence passing as he looked down at his lap, now seemingly too embarrassed to meet your eyes.

You sat patiently, waiting for a moment before he finally turned to face you, making direct eye contact. When he spoke, his words shocked you. “I love you, Y/N. I think I have for a long time. But sitting here with you, like this, just makes it all the more clear to me.” You could only stare at him in surprise, unable to form any kind of response. Jeonghan didn’t dwell on this thought as he continued to speak.

“And for so long, I haven’t said anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have. You’re my best friend, Y/N, and the last thing I want is to lose you. But god, I just don’t think I can hide this anymore. I want to be with you so badly. And you may not feel the same, and that’s okay. I just…I needed to tell you how I really feel.” He admitted, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He shifted his gaze back to you, and you could tell he was trying to mask any sense of expectancy.

A moment of silence passed as you digested what he had just said. You and Jeonghan had been friends since the two of you were in diapers, and it never really occurred to you to think of him in that way. But the happiness you felt whenever he was around and the ease to your relationship could allow you to see something more happening.

With your thoughts somewhat gathered, you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, preparing to speak. “Wow, Jeonghan. I had no idea you felt this way…and honestly, I hadn’t really though about us like this before,” you uttered, a feeling of panic rising in your chest when you noticed a look of dejection cross his face.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want something to happen between us! Wow, that sounded dumb. Uh, basically what I’m trying to say is that I really care about you Jeonghan, and I love having you in my life. And I think that now that you’ve told me this, I can see you as more than just my best friend.” You explained nervously. A soft blush rushed to your cheeks as a grin crept onto Jeonghan’s face, a warm feeling spreading throughout your body. A sense of relief was obviously felt by both parties now that you had both gotten that off your chest. You let the feeling sink in for a moment, goose bumps rising on your body as Jeonghan shifted closer.

“Can we just see where this might lead?” He questioned softly, slowly leaning in until your faces were only inches apart. Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart thumping in your chest. You couldn’t help but melt a little as you gazed into his warm, chocolate brown eyes. You had never been this close to him before, and there was a special energy between you that made you wonder why this was only just happening now.

“I think we can try,” you whispered against his lips, at last closing the distance between you two. Kissing Jeonghan felt like one of the most natural things in the world. His lips folded perfectly against yours as they moved in unison, starting a fire deep within you. Your hands moved to the nape of his neck, slipping themselves into his long locks. He cupped your cheek in his calloused hands, his thumbs gently tracing your cheeks. Tingles spread throughout your body and the world around you faded into a gentle haze.

At last he pulled away, hovering an inch away from your now swollen lips. Your rough breathing matched his as you felt your heart racing within your chest. You opened your eyes slowly, and the two of you shared a knowing look. For some reason, you had a strong feeling that from here on things would never be the same.

A loud crash sounded in the background, and you caught a glimpse of the television screen to see the characters fighting off some zombies. You turned back to Jeonghan, seeing him in a whole different light now. “We’re missing the movie,” you murmured, earning a chuckle from him as he briefly turned his attention as well. Hanging his head sheepishly before glancing back up you with a cheeky grin. He stayed silent for a moment, finally speaking with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

“So what does this mean? For us?” He questioned gently, reaching over to fix a strand of hair that had fallen in your face in the most unruly of fashions. You blushed softly, slightly melting into his touch. There was a part of you that couldn’t help but sit and drink in his appearance in complete adoration.

To answer his question, you leaned in once more, briefly pressing your lips to his in a sign of your acceptance. You broke the kiss, grinning as you settled back into his arms, resting your head against his chest. He snaked his arm around you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.  You couldn’t help but revel over how amazing this simple movie night had turned out to be.

a/n: i deadass write too many movie night scenarios someone just try and stop me

write you a love song.


She’s handled a bottle of water the moment she steps out of the set, uncorking it with swift fingers before she takes a large gulp. The dress she wears, as beautiful and expensive as it is, doesn’t allow for breathing properly and the only thing Emma wants is to go to her dressing room and rip it off her body. Or rip the TV host’s head off his body, come to think about it.

Killian slides by her side, quiet as ever, as he looks down to his smartphone, checks that one event off her schedule. She sighs at the idea of more interviews, more questions, more rude hosts.

“I swear to god if the next one can’t name the title of my album…”

Killian doesn’t look up, used to her antics, but snorts anyway. “And that’s Letterman for you, love. You’ve got Fallon tomorrow, it will be better.”

It better be, she wants to snap back, but there are still people around them and she doesn’t want rumours to spread – she doesn’t want to be that singer, the diva who has everything handed to her and who throws tantrums backstage. She’s started too low in the food chain to become that kind of singer.

So she swallows down whatever snippy comeback was on the tip of her mouth, and nods to an assistant when she’s shown to her dressing room. Killian waits by the door as she gets out of the ridiculously tight dress and into more comfortable clothes. Something fashionable, though, because photographers and fans alike will be waiting outside and the jeans-tee-shirt combo would be bad press, especially two weeks after the release of her new album. She needs to be perfect to the public eye, as collected as can be. Which involves dark pants that do wonders to her ass and a pastel blouse she would never wear given the choice. Add a black coat on top of it and she’s ready to brave the crowd and the cold night wind.

When she gets out of the dressing room, Killian’s phone is nowhere to be found as her manager leads against the opposite wall, arms folded on his chest. He looks like a rock star himself, more often than not, with his dark clothes and handsome face. Not for the first time, Emma wonders how such a man settled on a backstage career when it is damn obvious he would thrive under the public gaze.

Not that she would have it any other way.

He’s too good a manager for that.

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New Year’s Eve (CS- AU)

Emma Swan - resident NYE curmudgeon, finds herself working the NYE shift at Granny’s with Killian Jones, who has ideas about enjoying the holiday. For @kat2609 - who requested a story since my CSSS dropped out and I didn’t have someone to write for.  Un-beta’d, because she’s the one who would usually check these things for me. :-) 

It wasn’t that Emma Swan hated New Year’s Eve. It was that she loathed New Year’s Eve. Navigating crowds of drunks determined to make it the Best. Night. Ever, like the date somehow had magical powers, was her idea of hell on Earth. An event to be avoided at all costs.

Working at Granny’s served as a refuge. No one would choose to spend their New Year’s at a dingy bar if they thought that the New Year was really going to be a life changing night. Queue Emma happily volunteering to work on New Year’s Eve every single year, serving the same drinks to the same customers she would have served any other night of the year.

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