but emma's like 'no get out of my face'

Oh the moment that you let me kiss your face 

You burned in my soul never to replace…

a reylo playlist:

• wilderness: jon bryant • don’t you know: jaymes young • now we fall: tors• falling up: mike dupree, maddi jane • only you: yoke lore • nobody: niia • i found: amber run • river: bishop bridges • love like this-acoustic: kodaline • song like you: bea miller • zimt: lissa • burning bridges: bea miller • can’t get you out of my head: the sweeplings • ghost: johnny stimson • feel something: jaymes young • closer: emma jensen • waves (feat. koa ho): cassie marin • make it holy: the staves • stomach it: crywolf, eden •walk the line: halsey

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note: creating this playlist has been a dream of mine for a long time, and I am thankful that the wonderful, @panda-capuccino was able to make this gorgeous piece to accompany it. I will continue to update the list as I find new music! I hope all of you authors, artists, and shippers enjoy. x

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 95: The Magic Mirror

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 95: The Magic Mirror

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

Missed the beginning? ( 1) ( 2) ( 3) ( 4) ( 5) (6) ( 7) ( 8) ( 9) ( 10) ( 11) ( 12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50) (51) (52) (53) (54) (55) (56) (57) (58) (59) (60) (61) (62) (63) (64) (65) (66) (67) (68) (69) (70) (71) (72) (73) (74) (75) (76) (77) (78) (79) (80) (81) (82) (83) (84) (85) (86) (87) (88) (89) (90) (91) (92) (93) (94)

Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4 @annaamell@flslp87@emmateo26@fleurreads @doracianstormrose @mermaidswans@bethacaciakay@ultraluckycatnd@allfangirlallthetime @effulgentcolors, @ilovemesomekillianjones@kat2609@brooke-to-broch@missgymgirl @hellomommanerd @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven@charmingturkeysandwich@jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46@snowbellewells@iamanneenigma @daxx04 @lapi-lazuli@nickillian @a-rose-for-a-savior @in-spirational @gillie@manic-pixiefangirl @britishguyslover@ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @nofeels@holmes-a-holic@kmomof4 @linda8084  @spartanguard

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The Magic Mirror

CS genre: Deleted Scene/Canon Divergence (2x6)

Emma took a deep breath and looked around the huge, cavernous room, trying desperately to ignore the cocky pirate at her side.  Her hand still tingled where he’d held it and bandaged it with his scarf.  Not that she had any intention of telling him that. The stupid pirate was way too full of himself as it was.

Still, from the looks of things around this place, she was going to have to suffer through his company for quite a while more.  There was treasure and junk piled everywhere.  How the hell were they ever going to find the magic compass?

“They horded all of their greatest stolen treasures in here,”  Hook said, picking up a golden coin, putting it to his nose and breathing it in.  “Piles of jewels, and every room filled with coins.”

Great.  Not only did they have a warehouse full of crap to sift through, it looked like her sticky-fingered companion was going to get distracted by everything that sparkled.

“Let’s get to it; the compass,” she said.

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Royal Pains: The Announcement

This will be a multi chapter fic that takes place eight months into their marriage. It will take you through the incredible journey of Emma Swan and Killian Jones pregnancy. It will be full of love, tears, joy, and of course a little smut;) Should be updating soon!

Chapter 2 and  3!

Rated M

You can find more of my work on Ao3 and FF!



Her whole body hurt. It was like Emma couldn’t get a break. Dealing with the town, being the sheriff, and handling what ever crisis had arrived in between. Being ill was not going to work for her full time schedule. But per her family and Killian’s request she has been ordered to bed, and to stay there.

Of course she didn’t go down without a fight saying that David needed help at the station. David solved that problem. Emma’s now husband is acting deputy, helping out until Emma is back on her feet. Killian argued at first saying that he needed to be there at home to take care of her. It was sweet of him, but she wasn’t ten. She could take care of herself.

Emma did love how her father and Killian were getting along again. There had been some bad blood for a while, but it seemed to have worked itself out as she thought it would. It was even David’s idea to have Hook stay on as a permanent deputy, saying that had extra money in the budget to bring him on part time.

Emma hoped that she would only be gone for only a day or so, but it had been almost a week of this shit. She could barely keep any food down, her body ached, and her temperature was elevated for the majority of the day. And then, like night and day she was better. Just like that, like nothing happened. Emma was back to work and life went on as usual.

Her father and husband were on patrol while Emma and her mother were getting weeks worth of paperwork caught up. They were carrying on normal motherly daughter conversation. Talking about married life and how Henry was doing in school when Emma sensed a familiar feeling deep in her gut. She dropped the files in her hands and booked it to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

“Emma honey, are you alright?” Snow worried through the door.

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i was yours from the start

summary: a pretty darn fluffy oneshot following the events of the following: world unknown, yours to keep, all that i’ll ever need, and merry christmas, here’s to many more.

word count: ~4400

also read on: ao3, ff.net

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEAGAN!! (I know, it’s not quite midnight yet for you, but it is for me so it totally counts!!!!) You’re the reason for this whole universe in the first place and you’re the reason I continue to cry every day about it, so I hope you enjoy this fifth installment!! <3  (and everyone go wish my dearest friend @swans-and-pirates a very happy birthday!)


It’s a rarity in the Jones house for there to be a morning of complete silence. Typically, there are two small bodies bouncing on her, begging her to get up. Or, her second favorite way to be awoken- yelling in her face about Daddy being gone.

Emma narrows her eyes at the sight of her alarm clock reading 8:00.

She turns onto her side, facing Killian’s side of the bed. He’s still sound asleep. He got in late and she picked him up from the airport, so he’s probably exhausted and catching up on some well deserved rest. With a small smile, she watches his chest rise and fall gently.

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anonymous asked:

Captain Swan: 26

Um… this got away from me. Okay. Sorry. Happy belated Valentine’s Day, nonny.

(also anxiety inducing because a) i haven’t written fic in almost two years, and b) i’ve never written captain swan before, but i hope you liked it! this is way longer than a drabble… oops?)


“I got you a present.”

Emma turns to him, the floorboards of the Jolly creaking gently under her weight, brow quirked. “Present? I thought we agreed on no presents.” She raises his flask and takes a sip of rum, feeling the dark liquor burn smoothly down her throat.

“Aye, we did, love,” Killian nods, a small smirk appearing on his features. “But I promise this is only a small gesture. A token of my appreciation, I suppose. It isn’t even related to the holiday.”

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A Family Addition for Captain Swan 

A Canon Divergent set sometime in the future after Emma and Killian are married.   A series of one-shots centering around a CS pregnancy.  Pregnant -Emma’s POV - here, Pregnant - Killian’s POV - here    
It can also be found on FF. 

Thanks to @duathadun for her excellent wall work and for @hellomommanerd correcting all my mistakes.  

Doctor’s Visit - Emma’s POV          
After you read Emma’s POV, read Killian’s here

Rated - K   Words - ~5K

Once the secret was out, Emma felt that her life became easier, yet more difficult at the same time. She couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without feeling like at least a dozen pairs of eyes were watching her every move.  She had even accused Killian of asking the entire town to spy on her, to which he had responded, “Why love, would I ever do something like that?” with his oh so innocent face.  She was pretty sure he was guilty, she just couldn’t prove it.  

And nowhere did she feel like it was more so than when she stepped into Granny’s for her morning cup of hot chocolate.   Leaning against the counter, she waited for her order which seemed to be the weekly remedy to soothing her stomach and felt the eyes of everyone on her.  She wasn’t sure what they were waiting for but wondered if possibly they were watching to see if her stomach suddenly grew like the last few pregnancies in Storybrooke.  Thankfully, a protection spell would keep that from happening.  Taking her "to-go” cup and unconsciously gently rubbing her stomach she exited Granny’s under the watchful eyes of at least five of the dwarves.  

Running into Archie on her way to the station and being questioned on her choice of drink added to the aggravation of the day, so much so that by the time she got to work she was spoiling for an argument.  Her guilt for running out of the house this morning without saying goodbye, combined with her frustration from what felt like constant staring from the good citizens of Storybrooke and then mixed with her volatile emotions created a dam threatening to burst.  For the sake of everything she held dear, she really hoped this would be one morning her father decided to come in late, as time alone sounded heavenly. 

Of course, that couldn’t happen either, for as she opened the door, she walked into the room just as she heard her dad say, “Thanks for the head’s up, Killian.  I’ll let you know when she arrives.” When he saw her and realized he was caught a sheepish look crossed his face as he quickly hung up. 

“Good morning, honey.” He came closer as if to embrace her, “How are you today?”

“Really, Dad,” she answered him, an edge already making its way into her voice.  "I caught you on the phone with my husband, who apparently was tattling on me, and you ask how I am?“ Continuing to walk on into her office she dropped her bag on the floor and set the hot cup on her desk, before turning back to her father. "Why don’t you tell me how I am?" 

"Now Emma,” he began, “don’t be like that.”

Knowing she was being just a little bit irrational but unable to stop the words from exploding out of her mouth, “Don’t be like that?” she asked him, before shouting, “Don’t be like that?  How am I supposed to be?  Tell me and then I’ll know.” She could feel the anger disappearing to be replaced by frustration, which more often than not brought tears, “You try feeling like you’re going to throw up every time you see food but then the next minute you want to eat everything in sight.  Or how about that parts of your body no longer feel like your own.” She stopped and clenched her hands together, before continuing, “or how you can go from so happy you want to shout it to the world to being so scared you’re going to screw up that you want to scream and cry for hours." 

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Hitched (3/10)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 1 //  ch. 2 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook and @followbatb, here’s ya tags ^^)


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CHAPTER THREE

The loud purr of the engine woke her this time. Emma opened her eyes to see light streaming through the windshield below. There was a little crick in her neck, and she stretched as far as she could, yawning. Then she shimmied around and dropped down into the main area of the cab. Jones was once again nowhere to be seen, but it was a bright, sunny morning, the sun reflecting off the snow lying on the berm of the road and the wet asphalt.

Emma had finished restoring the fold-down bed to its upright and locked position (Like a plane tray table, she thought with amusement), and was pulling on her boots when she saw Jones emerge from the store again. There was a thermos in his hand and a bag suspended over his left arm. He was grinning widely and shaking his head.

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Enoch and Cuddling

(Author’s Note: so this was a really cute request I enjoyed making for @pinkbubblegum1970

Your POV

I waited in anticipation for the clock to strike the exact time where I’d meet Enoch downstairs, like every other night. Well, literally like every other night. And I’d always been the kind of person whose mind was always thinking, always rambling. Which evidently explains why I was lonesome when I first got here, which is the same day as today, but literally so long ago also - until Enoch came up to me, which I thought he was the kind of person to do that - which he was actually not, until I figured out he was just like me - which is why we go out a lot, alone, of course.

I thought about all this again like a person just spitting all these words out in one go. But I was silent. Not as silent as Fiona, but silent enough.

The clock ticked the time accurately just as my vision swiped over it, which satisfied me, for some reason. And I felt heat rise up to my cheeks, for some reason again.

I descended down the creaking stairs, which I don’t know how old it was, but it was also a day old again and again, and forever.

Enoch sat silently on the couch, fiddling with his fingers, his eyes on the ground, which I recognized. He was waiting, and he knew I was here.

He looked up at me. His face stayed solemn. “Hey.”, he said softly, with his usual deep, lazy voice. I beamed. “Hey.”, I said, sitting next to him, in which he didn’t flinch unsettlingly, like he usually did with others.

I haven’t mentioned one question to him since he started creating these late night meetings. I understood how he wanted complete loneliness for us, where no one else would try to communicate or invite us anywhere. But he was completely isolating us from everyone else, when we’ve lived with each other for nearly a century. But another thought haunted me a little bit. And it’s the only thought that, when I’m supposed to be usually jumping from different thoughts to others, I’m stuck on that one, blood-curdling idea. Was he hiding us? Was he ashamed of me?

We were silent, but completely okay with it.

“Are you ashamed of me?”, I said, out of the blue, which I sort of instantly regretted. He looked confused, which I rarely saw. “What are you talking ‘bout?”, he said in his thick accent, looking at me.

God, I loved his raven black hair.

“Nothing, it just popped up.”, I shrugged it off after regrettably mentioning it. I leaned back on the couch and he did after me. I noticed he shifted closer, so our thighs touched. I felt flattered, which made me feel okay, for some reason. “You mentioned it, love. Story time.”, he exhaled, stretching his arms and placing his palms behind his head as he yawned, like he was so certain I would tell him, which made me want to.

So I did.

I sighed first. Like I always did before spilling something out and having to narrate it all the way. But I noticed he liked me talking, and I liked him listening, which made me feel okay, for some reason.

“Are you ashamed of me?”, I just repeated. He sighed. “No?”, he responded. “You said it like you’re confused.”, I shrugged. “I’m not ashamed of you.”, he looked at me this time. I felt his eyes burning on my cheeks. I felt stubborn speaking it all out. But it also relieved me to vent it off my chest. “But you hide us away from the others. Like you’re ashamed.”, I hesitantly said, still not making eye contact with him. But he looked at me. I could tell he was thinking that I was insecure. And he moved in even closer so our shoulders touched. “What makes you think that I separate us because I’m ashamed?”, he asked and I felt okay that he did because it made me vent out even more. “I don’t know, I’m… probably just paranoid.”, I said, not knowing why I stopped myself, or maybe I just had nothing to say. “C'mon, love. You have to tell me.”, he said, shifting in even closer, so I felt his very faint breath on my neck.

There was this tension between us that made me want to kiss him, for some reason, which I didn’t feel for anyone in my whole life. I felt he wanted to kiss me, too.

“It’s like you don’t like ‘us’, but you like being with ‘me’.”, I stated. He shifted a little, but not farther away. “Y/N, you’ve always known I’ve been a complete ass introvert and also, very secretive of what’s mine, so no one else can get you. I’m seriously not ashamed of you. Just… overprotective.”, he said. And at that moment, I looked at myself as stupid for not even thinking about what he just said.

I looked at him. “Secretive of what’s yours, eh?”, I smirked, getting in the mood to tease him. “Yep.”, he raised his eyebrows. “You’re mine.”, he said before I said anything else. Blood rushed to my whole face. Then his hands traced over my cheek and chin. He had a little smile on his face. He leaned in and our lips met. His hands cupped my cheeks lightly and brushed down my arms. I didn’t want to, ever, let go.

I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I didn’t expect to, which was probably why I’m feeling way more butterflies than other people describe it as.

We pulled out in hushed panting and we both appeared flushed and had little grins on our faces with unforgettable stories behind them. His hand slowly found its way behind me and pulled me towards him as he slowly brought us down, slumping further into the couch. He pulled a propped blanket over us and I snuggled up to his chest. “I’m not ashamed of you.”, he said which made me feel better.

His hands brushed through my hair and it sent tingles and warmth throughout me, which I loved.

We drifted into slumber, my head on his heartbeat.

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I woke up because my eyes felt warm. Sunlight. Of course. My eyes eventually fluttered open and all I saw was the crook of Enoch’s neck with the little peak of the morning’s warmth. I straightened a little to see his face. So sleepy. My heart fluttered, for some reason. I felt his breath on my face. A part of him telling me we were both alive, and safe.

I was startled and I instantly twitched to a tap on my shoulder, which I sure wasn’t Enoch, because his arms were around me. I turned around and almost felt like a cat forced into an ice-cold bucket, which my impact woke Enoch up, too, which he didn’t care and just snuggled on the crook of my neck again.

My eyes were wide and I had nothing to say as everyone had eyes on us. Emma speaks up.

“Miss Peregrine is tired and you’re fortunate she didn’t catch you, in this… tangled mess. Get up or you’re crumbled dead to her.”, Emma snapped, not angry at us but scared for us, because she hates it when Miss P is irritated, even at the slightest.

I turned to face Enoch.

“Enoch… get up or Miss P’ll catch us.”, I said, shaking him slowly. “Enoch, get up, lad.”, I said to his ear. I tried to pull him up but he groaned and pulled me down. I squeaked and giggled as he pulled me close to him, cuddled back onto his chest. I playfully hit his chest. “Wake uuup.”, I whined. He play-slept but I could see the heart-melting smug but sleepy smile on his face. “Everybody is here, you ass.”, I said jokingly with a stress on each syllable. His eyes barged open.

“Oh, for God’s sakes, Emma, we’ll get out, stop staring, you know how uneasy that makes Y/N feel.”, he hissed and Emma shakes her head as she leads the sleepy others to the breakfast table. “I’m okay, Enoch.”, I said, smiling at him like I wanted to laugh, for some reason.

He looked at me and I felt comfortable again, which made me feel okay, for some reason.

“I’m not ashamed of you.”, he repeated, playing with my hair. “I know.”, I said with a broad smile as we straightened up to join the others.

The Proposal

So since my blog got deleted, over the next few weeks I’ll be reposting most of my old one shots. This one is one of my favorite AUs. Enjoy.

Summary:

An AU based on the movie The Proposal. Killian is the editor in chief at Morrison & Jones Publishing, and Emma is his assistant.

Word Count: ~14k


Emma Swan smiled as she finished the last sentence of her new manuscript. She couldn’t wait to show it to her boss, Killian Jones, the editor in chief of Morrison & Jones Publishing.

Unfortunately, her boss was something of a tyrant. Emma’s parents told her to quit almost daily. She usually worked fifty or sixty hours a week as the assistant of Killian Jones, but she was convinced that all her hard work and dedication would get her a promotion.

Emma’s thoughts were interrupted when her boss poked his head into her tiny office. “Miss Swan, I’m going to need you to work this weekend.”

Emma looked up from her computer. “But I am going home this weekend for my grandmother’s 90th birthday. I cleared it with you weeks ago.”

“You can celebrate her next birthday. I need you here this weekend. This is your job Miss Swan, and it has to come first,” Killian said.

Emma’s computer pinged, indicating that she had received another email.

“Is that your family?” asked Killian.

“Yes,” said Emma.

“Did they tell you to quit?”

“They tell me every day,” said Emma.

“Well, it’s a good thing you can’t say no to your devilishly handsome boss. I’ll need my coffee in twenty minutes.” Then he left before Emma had a chance to respond.

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White Houses || August

Fandom: Scream (MTV)
Words: 1.1k
Pairing: Emma/Audrey
Summary: A university AU in which Emma and Audrey pine over each other, everyone practically lives at Brooke’s apartment instead of their own dorms, and no one gets murdered by anyone.

It’s up! Thank you to my beta readers Amanda @kicksenselessmydefenses and Bri @explosionshark!

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"Duet" theory:

Music Meister said that if you die in the “musical land” you die in real life, but I’m guessing that only applies to Kara and Barry since they were the ones who were whammied. My guess is Mon El’s “character” in that dream world either gets killed or seriously injured, causing Kara to really face her feelings for him. Like with OUAT how it took Emma watching Killian get killed in the alternate universe to finally admit out loud that she loved him. Kara is going to wake up and immediately smother Mon El with hugs and kisses and apologies :)

The Set-Up and the Catch

Request: Combined Audrey sets Noah and Reader up and the Lakewood Six catch you making out with Noah.

Requests: OPEN for Teen Wolf and Scream

Imagine:

“Come on, Y/N! Just one date!” Audrey begs as the two of you set off for your next class together. “I don’t trust Zoe and I need to figure out how to get him away from her!”

It’s been two days since the party where Zoe kissed both Noah and Audrey. Audrey has been practically on her knees begging you to take Noah out on a date because, according to her, Zoe was just bad news.

“I don’t know if you noticed, Audrey, but Zoe is nice! She and Noah are really cute together and he seems to really like her.” You replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you reach the classroom.

Little did Audrey know, you have always had the biggest crush on Noah and pawned after him constantly. However, once Zoe came into the picture, you began to back off when you realized that Noah didn’t have feelings for you as he did with Zoe.

“Y/N! You know that Noah has always had a crush on you!” You whirled around to Audrey, confusion written all over your face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but that’s not funny.” You snapped, moving past her to enter the room. “That’s an awful joke, Audrey. I like Noah and the fact that he doesn’t like me back hurts, I can’t believe you would say something like that when you know-,” You cut yourself off immediately, realizing that Audrey really didn’t know about your monster crush.

“You like me?” Your face started to heat up immediately, realizing that not only had you turned to talk to Audrey, Noah had been standing behind you since the beginning of your small rant. “Y/N, hey!” You turned slowly towards him, noticing that Zoe was, as always, trailing right behind him. “That’s crazy, oh, oh my gosh! I like you too!” Zoe looked at him quickly, in shock, before running into the classroom.

Audrey winked at you before following Zoe into the class, watching as she huffed silently in her seat as you and Noah continued to talk.

“Noah, really, you don’t have to pretend to make me feel any better. I know that you and Zoe have something and I won’t be the one to mess that up for you, especially after Riley.” You said, turning again to walk inside the classroom.

“No, really! I’ve had the biggest crush on you since, well, forever. Maybe we could, uh, maybe you could, well. Uh.” Noah replied, struggling for words. You smiled, knowing that even if he did have feelings for you, he was still the same old Noah.

“He’ll meet you at your house at four, Y/N!” Brooke answered for him, brushing past the two of you to go to her seat.

“Yeah, four. Four is good. For me. Is it for you? Because if it isn’t then-,” Noah was cut off as Ms. Lang bumped you both into the classroom, and ushered you to your seats.

Four o’clock rolled around a lot quicker than you thought it would. After arriving home at quarter to three, you rushed up to your room to straighten up and then back down to the living room to clean down there as well. By the time you were finished cleaning, it was ten to four and you had to rush back to your room to change into something else. “Do cleaning supplies stain?” You muttered to yourself as you heard the front door opening.

“Y/N!” Noah shouted out into the house, “You here?”

“Coming!” You shouted back, running down the steps.

“Of course she’s here, Foster. It’s her house, c’mon.” You heard Noah mumbling to himself as he noticed you were in front of him. “Hey! So I brought a few horror movies over for us to watch but if you don’t want to that’s totally fine! We can do whatever you like.”

“I like horror movies as much as you do, Noah. Come on!”

You’d been watching The Shining for the past forty-five minutes, after completing Psycho, Prom Night, and Halloween IV.

You were getting antsy now, it was unusual for you to sit through one movie, let alone four. You noticed that Noah wasn’t paying much attention to the movie either and was attempting to slyly edge closer to you. “Hey, Noah?” You mumbled, turning towards him fully.

“Oh, hey! I wasn’t trying to get closer to your or anything! Just situating myself, I’ll just-,” You cut him off quickly, pressing your lips to his.

Noah was cut off in surprise, but quickly kissed you back. Moving closer to him, your hands pressed firmly on his face to keep the kiss going; he moved his arms to wrap around your waist. You were suddenly on his lap, the kiss continuing almost immediately.

Your front door opened quietly as the rest of the Lakewood six, minus Jake, snuck in and stood at the entrance of your living room. Brooke and Audrey smirked at the scene and Emma and Kieran stood in shock. “Hey, lovebirds!” Audrey cheered, smiling at her two best friends.

You jumped up from Noah instantly, shielding your blushing face. “I’ve never seen anyone make out like that before.” Brooke laughed, bumping Emma with her hip.

“I never would’ve guessed we would’ve walked in on something like this!” Emma finally started laughing at Kieran’s statement. Your friends continued to laugh and poke fun as Noah sat shocked on the couch and you stood glaring at your friends.

“Get out of my house!”

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SwanQueenweek Day One - CELEBRITY AU

Plot - So Emma is gaming designer and Regina her wife who goes along to an event to promote Emma’s new game, emma gets her wife to play and she finds it hilarious!

Regina and Emma walk into the big convention hall hands intertwined where there must be over 200 people gathering. “Emma!” Emma hears a familiar voice “Ryan!” Emma smiles seeing her manager walking over “Gina you remember Ryan don’t you? He’s my manager he’s the guy that made all this possible!” “Yes of course!” Regina smiles holding out her hand to shake Ryan’s which Ryan takes and then release each other’s grasp. “So are you ready to see the product emma?” “I really am Ryan. This has been three years in the making” Emma takes Regina’s hand back in her own following Ryan to where the game is set up. There was a 15 year old boy already on it his concentration was intense until he realised emma was standing there and he paused the game turning round to look at emma “oh. My. God. It you! It’s you IT you the emma” the boy grinned with excitement “yes it’s me. You can carry on if you’d like?” The boy shook his head “oh no no no. You go it’s you.” The boy was too excited to make any real sense so emma sat down at her new game, pressing the buttons on the controller rather quickly you almost couldn’t see her hands move. “YES YES YES” Emma shouted it looked like she was winning until you heard her swear “I’m no good at my own game” she laughed! Emma stood up looking at Ryan and Pointed to Regina “Get her playing, it’s really funny!” Regina sighed looked from her wife to Ryan “Go on Regina give it a go!” Ryan smiled “Okay okay” Regina sighed sitting down. Emma loved seeing the concentration on Regina’s face she went from sticking her tongue out, to biting her lip to gritting her teeth. Regina wasn’t as fast with the controller but she was quite good for someone who never really played. Suddenly Regina shouted with excitement and making her hand show what she was saying “Oh. boom” Regina said excitedly. “I did it” Regina grinned up at emma. “Emma stepped closer to her wife squeezing her shoulder and kissing the top of her head “Yes. Yes you did”

anonymous asked:

also what do you think was going through evens mind when he saw them making out? /post/155598845063/nalle-you-need-to-give-it-up-had-about-enough

Actually, @shameforskam wrote some really excellent tags on a post I wrote about that episode. So, I want to start with those because I need to talk about Isak in order to talk about Even (this starts with the Sonja reveal at the end of 2.10 going into 3.10):

#i always viewed his reaction to sonja as him telling himself #everything was fake just me being the fucked up person i am #but he already knows he’s gay #he can’t really avoid it #just try and convince himself he’s not /that/ gay and can hide it #so that’s why he goes back to emma #because he does act like he’s interested in emma #he flirts with her and makes her think he’s interested #and then the pregame happens #and he just wants to avoid even because even reminds him of all the things he can’t hide forever #he stares at him when he walks in because he can’t help it #he’s gone for him #but it’s also a challenge #like you are fucking with my mind i don’t think you realize but you are and i kinda hate you #and he’s like fuck i can’t keep being gay for you because you have a girlfriend and are therefore /not attracted to guys/ #because isak has a very narrow view of sexualities #i don’t think he registers multiple gender attraction identities as a thing #(because he doesn’t have that) #so he kisses emma to try and block everything out #block even out #be straight #and then even fucking interrupts them #and his face is just #fuck oh my god leave me alone #i’m trying to forget you #and then all the rest of shit in the post happens (shameforskam)

I totally agree, that’s exactly how I see the look between them. They can’t keep their eyes off each other and Isak kind of hates that. 

Even has a girlfriend and this is all going fucking nowhere and he feels like a idiot for getting caught up in this in the first place. So he visibly says ‘fuck this’ and chugs his beer and leans over to hook up with Emma and forget. And I think Even very well picks up that ‘fuck this thing with you’. And since he does like Isak, he’s not gonna let that stand. He’s not going to let himself be blocked out and forgotten. He won’t let Isak do that at all this episode: he tries to kiss Emma but Even comes crashing in, he closes his eyes to block him out on the dancefloor but Even stays to be with him, he refuses to meet his eyes but Even keeps moving closer and closer… Even does not let Isak let go of him.

…plus, I think Even does feel a bit of rivalry with Emma. She crashed their first meeting and refused to be pushed out, she’s pursuing this boy he’s a thing for since the first day of school and she’s just blithely going for it without any of strings tangling him up. So I do think there’s some pure jealousy in Even plopping himself down onto that couch and getting between them.

CS ff: “I Will Learn to Let You Go” (au)

Summary: Killian Jones, having lost his own soulmate years before, spends his free time finding the soulmates of other people. It’s what he’s good at, and he gets paid well to do it. Finding the soulmate of his latest client may prove to be the worst job he’s ever taken on, though. It’s not because Emma Swan is hard to find, but because he finds himself falling in love with her.

Rating: M

Wordcount: 12k. I only post word counts when things get out of hand.

A/N: Posting some fics feels like releasing a dove into the beautiful sunrise of a perfect day. Posting this fic feels like I decided to throw venomous snakes at everyone’s faces at the same time. Warning, this one comes with angst. Based off this post. I’m impatient to post this so it’s not been beta or proofread. All mistakes are my own.


Graham Humbert looks like the kind of guy that even if Killian tried to hate, he would never fully succeed. He’s well-dressed, with enough money that makes him the perfect ticket for the Lonely Hearts Club Detective Agency – a PI office with specific designs on finding soul mates for people.

Killian Jones once had a soul mate, but Milah died years ago, and he found solace in the uncanny ability he had to find other people’s soulmates, so he decided to turn it into a business. What better way to nurse a forever broken heart than to find the matches for other people to live happily ever after? Some days, the irony that he’s doing for others what he’ll never be able to do for himself again hits him right in the gut and he spends those nights at the bottom of a bottle of rum, locked away in his one-bedroom apartment above the office, hoping for sleep or numbness, whichever comes first.

But back to Graham Humbert, he’s an okay guy. He’s lonely, with a fortune from some settlement over a heart defect, willing to spend every last penny to find his other half if that’s what it takes. He walks into Killian’s office on a Friday, with nothing more than a name engraved on a metal card and a mark on his ribs in the shape of a Swan.

“Please help me find her,” Graham pleads as he leans forward in one of the chairs Killian keeps across from his desk in his sparsely decorated office. “I’ve gotten everything else I ever wanted out of this life, and now all I want is to finally settle down with the person I’m supposed to be with. Will you help me?”

Of course, Killian will help him. Who is he to turn down almost a year’s worth of income from one guy?

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Dropping Anchor 4/5

SUMMARY: As if returning home penniless and heartbroken isn’t bad enough, the last thing Emma needs is for her mom to get her a job – and for her future boss to pull her out of the harbor before she even knows his name. But Killian Jones has never been afraid of the water…

Rating: M (later)

Ao3 or FF.net 

A follower appreciation “one shot” for @32variations that got completely out of hand, part 4. (There is a part 6 which is a Liam piece for @lenfaz​ who also made the wonderful photoset.)

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Emma is somewhere between waking and sleeping, her eyes unfocused on the ceiling timbers as she lies on the couch. Other than occasionally getting up to feed the wood stove, she hasn’t really moved all day.

It’s easier to stay in the haze of exhaustion than it is to blink her eyes in the watery winter light flooding through the windows. She’ll have to deal with it all eventually – someone is bound to show up looking for her – but for now, letting her hurts wrap around her and shelter her from reality takes less effort.

At the very least, the fire is going to need more wood shortly. She should go to the store too since she doesn’t plan to go back to Storybrooke anytime soon – she’s burned through the meager supply of soup and popcorn left in the pantry. There were a few things left in the freezer, but Emma threw them out when she first arrived, unsure if the power had gone in and out.

She’s almost worked up the energy to get off the couch when the sound of gravel crunching draws her bolt upright. God dammit, Ruby, she thinks sourly, pushing her snarled hair off her face. She was hoping she would have at least a few more days before her friend showed up to drag her back, but it looks like she’s out of luck.

The knock on the door surprises her – Ruby has a key and isn’t shy about using it. “Forget your key?” Emma shouts, lurching to her feet and padding across the floor, grateful for the pair of wool socks she found in the bedroom. “I should leave you out there!”

“Aye, probably, but I’m hoping you won’t.” His voice is muffled by the door, but she can hear the exhaustion in it. And she honestly debates leaving him outside, but Killian is a stubborn man – she’s witnessed him engaged in a battle of wills too many times not to know it – and she doesn’t want to be responsible for him getting sick from the cold.

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Penetration Testing

AN: A gift for the lovely @capitaine-odette​. It was started the week prior to 5.21 and was supposed to be finished by the Monday after to help cushion the blow, but obviously that didn’t happen. Still, I hope it helps with any lingering emotions, and shows how much I appreciate and adore you.

Thanks to Sarah ( @tnlph​ ) for the late night read through. You’re the best. #YGDB.

Summary: Emma Swan is the head of security at a major corporation, and always thought she was pretty good at it, that is until Killian Jones auditions for a job and seems determined to keep her on her toes.

Rating: M (mildly smutty)  Word Count: 8137   Part 1/1

ON AO3        On FF.net

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The first time they meet is not Emma’s proudest moment.

Phillip had called around 3, the loud blare of her phone jerking her out of a dreamless sleep, barely able to form the word hello as she listened to him explain the situation.

Something about suspicious badge activity. Something about a motion sensor in the CEO’s office.  Something about the offline camera.

It wasn’t his fault. It was protocol.

Activity in that office in and of itself was not even unusual.

Regina Mills was known for odd hours and a fierce dedication to her job.

This was not the first phone call Emma had received in the middle of the night, stumbling out of bed and across town just to find the woman, cool as a cucumber, long manicured nails pausing mid-stroke over her keyboard, a sharply angled eyebrow asking silently what Emma was doing there.  

But it was protocol so Emma dutifully threw a blazer over her nightshirt, hoped Regina wouldn’t look too closely at the black yoga pants that were decidedly not business casual attire, and stuffed her feet into sensible heels.

The drive over was spent trying to arrange her hair into something that was less a snarled mess of a ponytail and more an artfully tousled top knot, and just prayed yesterday’s eyeliner could pass for “smokey” rather than hungover.  It wasn’t her best work, but Regina wouldn’t appreciate the effort anyway.

Phillip had given her a brief rundown as she walked through the lobby, and it certainly sounded like Regina. No other alerts had been tripped. Nothing else out of the ordinary, no suspicious activity, nothing on the security feeds, nothing in the logs. The camera feed to the private elevator from the parking garage had been down for weeks, a ticket in with the manufacturer, but the motion sensor worked just fine. The same thing had happened just three weeks ago, a late night conference call with Tokyo had Regina in her office before the sun had even thought about rising.

So when she scanned her badge, and opened the rather ostentatious black door of Regina’s office to find a scruffy, if not sharply dressed, and startlingly attractive man, sitting in the stylish yet ergonomic chair of her boss, Emma was understandably shocked.

She pushed the door open fully with a crash, reaching inside her blazer for her taser. She realized, a second too late, that she hadn’t actually brought her taser, leaving it in its lockbox on her nightstand, her trusty mesh shoulder holster atop it.

She awkwardly removed her hand from inside the jacket.

“Who the hell are you?”

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My Thoughts on Magnificent 7 *Contains Spoilers*
  • First of all, I love the plot of the film. The opening got me hooked and I loved how dramatic the opening title scene was especially after the huge emotional and dramatic scene before it. 
  • Love how Sam just kills a bunch of people with his gun and doesn’t give a fuck at all. Like he’s done this so many times it’s like just another day’s work. 
  • I love and am also irritated by how Faraday pushes his luck. Like he gets himself into so many risky situations, it’s hilarious and pretty cool how confident his character is and he’s one of my favorites hands down but seriously dude why are you cocky! His skills are just super underestimated I suppose and that adds like a whole new layer to him that’s fucking awesome! 
  • Just all the action in the movie is fucking awesome like seriously I saw this movie with my college friends (the school had a program where we could go see it for free so those of us that weren’t busy went) and it was so awesome we were all cheering and clapping and stuff during the Rose Creek battle when something epic happened and it made me love this film even more!

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I really want a Captain Swan engagement.

No - wait, come back! Let me explain.

I want a CS engagement and this is how I want it to happen. It’s the night after Emma and Killian have had THE TALK. (The ‘whoops, turns out we’re both gay’ talk that I’ve mentioned before.) They’re lying in bed together, because they like the affection and companionship and it’s totally stress free now neither of them feels obliged to add sex to the equation. And Killian persuades Emma that she needs to tell Snow the truth - that Snow is 100% guaranteed to be fine with it.

So they arrange to have lunch with Snow the next day because ‘we’ve got something to tell you’. Only Snow being Snow leaps to all kinds of conclusions, every one of them wrong, and also being Snow decides that this private news she thinks they’re about to give her really needs to be made as public as possible.

Long story short, Emma and Killian turn up at Granny’s to find that Snow’s arranged a surprise engagement party for them. At first they’re too shocked to say anything, and then Killian notices Regina’s ‘I’m going to put on a brave face if it kills me’ expression and the way it morphs into a pained grimace every time he touches Emma and he can’t help himself. How could he resist an opportunity to both fuck with Regina and help Emma get what she wants?

So then he’s ALL OVER Emma and Emma’s too confused to do anything except go along with it and the party finishes and they still haven’t told anyone that they aren’t actually engaged and are in fact both very gay. People have noticed that Emma doesn’t have an engagement ring, though, so Killian tells Regina he needs help picking it out and will she please come with him and for a millisecond she looks totally devastated and then she smiles and says of course because that’s one thing he and Regina have in common - they’d both do anything for Emma.

And so it goes on and Emma thinks it’s ridiculous and she keeps telling Killian they should stop it but he’s determined. He can *see* how this is getting to Regina - even if Emma can’t, even if Emma can’t believe Regina returns her feelings. He knows if he just pushes hard enough Regina will crack, finally grow a pair of ovaries (an expression Henry taught him that he loves) and tell Emma that she loves her.

But Regina doesn’t. Regina goes with Emma to choose her wedding dress, even though she looks like it’s killing her. She arranges the flowers and deals with the caterers without saying a word and Killian’s starting to think that the wedding is going to actually happen and he’ll be the one standing at the altar who’ll have to object to what a stupid bloody idea the whole thing is.

Until, a week before the wedding, they’re talking about what Henry’s going to wear, and Killian (he’s not going to lie - messing with Regina does give him a lot of pleasure) suggests he think Henry should wear a matching version of his pirate outfit.

Regina loses it. Her rant lasts at least 10 minutes and afterwards everyone who was there (most of the wedding party, as it turns out) can’t remember the exact details of what she said. But they all agree it boiled down to three points: you ARE NOT and NEVER HAVE BEEN good enough for Emma; nevertheless Emma wants you and Emma deserves to get what she wants; but even if I’m prepared to watch Emma throw herself away on an idiot like you I AM NOT LETTING YOU TURN MY SON INTO A MINI-HOOK.

Finally, and slightly surprisingly, it’s Emma who grows a pair. She walks up to Regina, holds her face and gives another speech whose details will quickly be forgotten but whose thrust is very much ‘I love you, I’ve always loved you, it’s only ever been you.’

Killian’s feeling pretty pleased with himself at this point. But everyone else looks so shocked that he decides he’ll wait a couple of days before suggesting that since the wedding venue’s already booked, they might as well go ahead and use it.

Wrong kid Part 3: Henry X Hook X Reader

Requested by anon: Could you make part 3 of wrong kid maybe they forgive each other so you don’t have right another part because u have a bunch of parts in my mind and I don’t want you to get bored of it

oh I wouldn’t get bored, I was just wondering where I should take it.

Originally posted by chanoeys


Continuation of this imagine




You were back at camp, but something still seemed off. Why had Peter gone with you to find Killian instead of telling you about him from the beginning? It all seemed like a big game to him, and one you weren’t willing to play. You spotted Henry across the way and decided to see what you could find out.


“Hey lost boy.” You said, approaching Henry.


He stood up quickly, “You’re not here to fight, are you?”


“Relax, I just wanna talk.” You assured him.


Sighing he replied, “Okay. Why do you want to talk to me?”


“No reason.” You said, “So what’s up with you huh? You don’t seem that lost to me.”


“I’m not lost.” He shrugged, “I didn’t want to come here.”


You snorted, “Wow, that sucks. I mean, now you’re kinda stuck here.”


“No I’m not. My family’s coming to find me.” He said.


Raising an eyebrow you asked him, “You really think so?”


He tilted his head, “Wouldn’t your family come for you?” His words hit you hard. You stayed silent and he seemed to realize his mistake, “Well, my family isn’t like others. We always find each other, it’s who we are.”


“Have they ever made mistakes?” You asked. When he looked confused you clarified, “Like, what if they left you here. Something like that, would you forgive them?”


Considering this he answered, “My mom did leave me once. She gave me up when I was a baby, but after I found her I don’t think she’d ever give me up again. That’s why I forgive her.” Shutting your eyes you took in a breath. Hook had said he wanted to talk to you again before they left the island. Was he just like Emma? Was it all just a big forgivable mistake? Before you had the chance to think more about it you heard Peter call your name.


“Y/N! Can I have a word?” You walked over to him and he chuckled, “So, did that encounter with Killian answer your questions?”


You scoffed, “Why couldn’t you have just told me? Why did you have me face him?”


Peter laughed, “It was more fun this way.” He saw your disapproval and sighed, “Oh come on, there was no harm in it.”


“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You lied. You didn’t like what Peter was doing, he was playing games with you. “Well I was going to go on a walk, thanks for answering my questions though.” Heading out you went in the direction of where Killian was. It took some tracking, but eventually you found them. They were settling down when you heard Emma speak.


“Hey, can you get some more vines?” She asked.


“My pleasure love.” Killian replied reluctantly.


As he walked away from them you followed silently. When you were far away enough from the group you came up behind him holding a dagger. Grabbing his shoulder you pressed the point of the knife against his back.


He put his hands up, “Attacking a man when he’s not prepared? That’s just unmannerly.”


“I would have been nicer, but I didn’t want you to alert anyone else.” You lowered the dagger, stepping in front of him.


He raised an eyebrow, “Y/N? What are you doing?”


“Look, I didn’t want to confront you in front of the others.” You glanced down, “And I didn’t want Peter to know I was here.” He stared at you for a moment longer before replying.


“Why wouldn’t you want Pan to know you’re talking to me?”


You looked back to him, “Because Peter thinks I won’t forgive you, but I’m not so sure.” He stayed silent waiting for you to continue. “Why did you leave me here Killian? How could you forget about me?”


He rubbed the back of his neck, “You were right, back there. Saying that I did more than mess up. But I was a different man back then. I did unforgivable things. One of which was leaving you here. It reached a point where I was afraid to come back for you, because I was afraid of who I would be greeting with. I was afraid of who you’d become here.”


“The truth is,” You began, “I never really stopped missing you. I didn’t realize it until I heard your voice.”


You were silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, “Come with us. When we find Henry and get off the island, come with us.” Telling him you would go with them would be betraying Peter. But would that really be that bad? Sure he was there for you sometimes, but it wasn’t out of kindness. He’s there for you in the same way a cat can be with a mouse. When the cat doesn’t kill the mouse, but plays with it instead.


“Alright, count me in.” Killian laughed, hugging you in the process. You hugged him back smiling. “Oh, you might want to hurry with those vines you were supposed to get.“