stubborn emma

This Unspoken Thing (4/4)

Emma and Killian were kinda enemies. Now they are kinda friends, but there is this unspoken thing between them. A pull and a want that they haven’t yet given a name to. And stubborn Emma Swan just wont admit it…

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Bed rest was boring. She had decided this after the fifth hour of her confinement. Emma had already read every cheesy magazine in the apartment and was already over watching re-runs of Judge Judy. She had taken up residence on the couch, only making the effort to move when nature called.

It was excruciating.

She’d always thought that she preferred her own company, but now she was having to re evaluate that. Bail bonds meant a lot of time alone. Still, even when she was on a job she always had Leroy calling her from the office. Or Killian. They would text, usually, jibing each other and passing back little jokes and taunting barbs.

Sitting by herself for hours while her brother either slept or worked was slowly beginning to drive her crazy. And there was far, far too much time to think.

Thankfully, the swelling around her ankle had mostly subsided within a few days and she began to try and move around a little more, though still with the cautious movements of a newborn foal. She clung to the crutches as she stumbled from piece of furniture to piece of furniture . The nurse’s stern warning about aggravating the injury had stuck in her head.

As did the way she had batted her eyelids at Killian.

It annoyed her, the way women fawned at him. It was evident just about every time they were in a public place together: the looks, the whispers. It was so superficial. He was just a guy, she reminded herself - on the numerous occasions over those two weeks when her mind wandered to thinking about him. (While at the same time batting away the urge to text him. A little bit of sparring would probably cheer her up. And give him completely the wrong idea.)

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A short SwanQueen/SwanMillsFamily oneshot. Their four year old daughters stumbles across Henry’s storybook where she sees a picture of the Evil Queen causing her to push Regina away and leaving Emma to pick up the pieces. Fluff. I don’t own Once or any of its characters. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy :)

Emma frowns as she walks through her front door to hear screaming. Admittedly, it’s not an odd noise in their house. Between the four year old, the teenager and their newly acquired dog (just one at the moment but knowing Regina the next time she visits the animal shelter, there’ll be more), the mansion is normally filled with noise.

It’s that noise that Emma loves. Silence reminds her of loneliness and rootlessness. Noise, even if it is shouting and sometimes too loud, is the marker of family. When she walks in to hear a chorus of hello’s or to a house filled with laughter, it’s a reminder that she is loved and a part of something truly remarkable to her – a family.

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A Canon Divergent set sometime in the future after Emma and Killian are married.   A series of one-shots centering around a CS pregnancy. Currently, plans on for several parts; Pregnant, Pregnancy, New Baby, and Sleep, however, if you have an idea send it on over.  Each part will have 2 parts. Here is part 2 which is Killian’s POV.  If you missed Emma’s POV you can find it here. 

Pregnant - Killian’s POV     

Can be found on FF. Net

word  count ~4600           Rating - K+


Killian looked out the window, watching his Swan climb into that yellow contraption she liked and drive off down the road.  Sighing at her stubbornness, he turned to the kitchen where Henry was finishing his usual morning Pop-Tarts, “You need anything else, lad?" 

"She okay?” he asked instead.

“Aye lad, she’s fine.  Just being Emma." 

"Stubborn, you mean?" 

Killian laughed, "That she is, but I was thinking more along the lines of ‘savior’ Emma. The Emma who doesn’t like to burden others with what she perceives as a problem.”

Henry sat there a minute contemplating what had been said and finally as if accepting there was nothing he could do, cleaned up his plate and ran upstairs to get his things for school.   

Killian wiped down the table, grabbed his jacket and walked the lad to the bus stop. “See you after school,” he called as Henry climbed on. 

As the bus drove around the bend, Killian felt a vibration in his pocket and pulling out his phone, was surprised to see Emma’s mother’s picture flashing on the screen. “Milady, is there trouble?”

“No, Killian, nothing like that.  I just wanted to tell you what happened with Emma as she just left Granny’s." 

"How was her appetite today?  Lately, it’s been hit or miss, with days where she eats well and then turns a pale shade of green and dashes off to the lavatory.”  

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gusenitsaa  asked:

*twists arm* do it do it!!!

Bedtime in the Swan-Jones house was rarely a quiet affair. The daughter of the Savior and Captain Hook had an abundance of both charm and stubbornness that often made Emma want to use a sleeping spell. Tonight she had been in fine form and Emma had given up and left Killian to deal with it. It was a half-hour later when she checked on them and though her daughter was snuggled into her father’s arms she was still very much awake.

“Daddy tell me the selkie story,” she said without a hint of a yawn.

Killian chuckled. “Again? Haven’t you heard it enough?” 

But Emma knew that she could never get enough of that story and Killian knew it too because he gave a sigh and began to speak. Emma leaned against the doorframe and let the soft, deep voice of her husband wash over her. 

Once upon a time in a rich kingdom there was a humble shack on the shores of the sea and in that shack there lived two boys and the mother they loved dearly. Their father was a sailor and though his wages paid for their home he was so rarely there that the boys thought of him as almost a visitor. A man who appeared bearing gifts and stories only to disappear a few days later before the sun had risen. 

Despite their father’s absence the boys were happy, they loved their mother, their home, and the sea. They lived a golden childhood and their happiness was only marred by those days when their mother would become melancholy. Her eyes would stay fixed on the sea and she would sigh as tears dropped from her eyes. On those days the oldest son, would tame his curly hair and put on his best clothing and go into town to buy food and sweetmeats, while the younger son would go out in search of some treasure that would make her smile…..


See I am doing the thing! That’s a rough start at least. Hopefully I will get time tomorrow to finish and polish it up. 

Out of the Frying Pan (9/?)

“I told you why Henry stayed with you last night,” Emma said pointedly, narrowing her eyes. David didn’t budge, one side of his mouth tilted up in a smile.

“And I believe that as much as you believe me,” he answered, rolling his eyes for good measure. “Is this about a guy?”

Emma’s eyes actually hurt with how wide they got and her stomach was probably on the kitchen floor at this point – she couldn’t quite bring herself to look. “It’s totally about a guy isn’t it?” David continued, face a mix of curiosity and big brother and that did something else entirely to the state of Emma’s stomach.

“It’s not about a guy,” Emma said quickly. Her voice kept steady during the sentence though and she got a feeling it was because Killian Jones wasn’t a guy – he was, well, she wasn’t entirely sure what he was, but she was just as curious as ever to figure it out.

AN: First off, I’m sorry for missing Friday - the real world is the absolute worst. I’m still kind of ugggggh post-Sunday, but this fic is monstrous and my CSBB is monstrous and I’ve got a lot of feelings left to feel about CS, so I’m still here. As always, @laurnorder is a gift for always reading all of my writing. 

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This Unspoken Thing 1/3

A baby mini fic.

Emma and Killian were kinda enemies. Now they are kinda friends, but there is this unspoken thing between them. A pull and a want that they haven’t yet given a name to. And stubborn Emma Swan just wont admit it…

(Inspired by GoTG 2!)

AO3/FF.NET 

Emma Swan was in no way avoiding Killian Jones.

Someone had to go rustle up some food for the impromptu birthday party that had somehow came about. And that someone may as well have been her.

The fact that she could hide in the kitchen for as long as she could get away with was just a bonus.

Really.

“Need any help?”

Emma jumped just about a foot in the air at the sound of a softly accented voice, her head narrowly missing the upper edge of the refrigerator. “Dammnit Killian, some warning please.”

She looked back over her shoulder to see her friend’s teasing smile.

Friend.

Oh that was a weird word to say when concerning Jones.

Friends. Amigos. Buddies. Pals. All very strange words for someone who only a few months earlier was, what some may have called, her enemy.

“Sorry,” he shrugged softly, letting the door close behind him.

He looked tired; the shadows under his eyes speaking of the lateness of the hour that had seen them leave the bar last night and the number of rums they had both consumed while trying to outdo each other.

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evergrove  asked:

13. the monster & SQ

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The monster goes dormant for months at a time. But then one day it’s slithering up, its tentacles probing every vulnerability.

Regina puts on a careful face—makes Henry’s lunch, signs paperwork all day, makes dinner, tucks Henry in. And then there’s no one left to pretend for and it starts to consume her.

“Why are you sitting alone in the dark?”

“Get out,” the monster snarls, knowing Emma can defeat it.

“Not until you tell me what’s happening. It’ll help clear your mind.” Sweet, stubborn, caring Emma. Emma who she lov-

“My mind is perfectly clear,” the monster snaps, not through with her yet.

Emma comes fully into the room, wary but steady as she approaches. “You’ve done this every night this week. What’s going on?”

The monster trembles a bit, but insists, “Stalking doesn’t become you, Ms. Swan. Nor breaking and entering into my house.”

Emma snorts a tiny chuckle. “I’m checking on a friend. And I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s up.”

“Have a seat,” the monster sneers. “It’ll be a while.”

And Emma does, sitting next to her on the couch with a careful space between their bodies but not so much that Regina doesn’t feel just a bit warmer.

There’s a long silence, the monster is crawling up, tearing at her throat, trying to get out as Regina fights it back.

“How did we end up here, Emma?” it demands, finally. “In Storybrooke.”

Emma’s eyes search Regina’s face for a moment before she answers. “We’ve been over this. Rumplestiltskin made sure you were miserable and desperate enough to cast the curse to get him here.”

“No,” the monster insists immediately. “I decided. I did this to everyone. It’s my responsibility. I ruined your life.” The weight of it is unbearable.

“You’re responsible for your choice, yes. But you’ve changed, and we forgive you.” Emma turns her body toward her now, intimate, insistent.

Looking away doesn’t keep Regina from seeing Emma’s fingers twitching to reach out to her.

The monster stops in its tracks. “Don’t speak for everyone,” it snaps, desperate.

“Then I’ll speak for myself. I forgive you.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you know you can never make up for it, but you’re going to spend the rest of your life trying anyway. That’s what good people do.”

“You can’t believe that.”

“I can, and I do.” She does reach out now, hand palm up. The monster snarls. The moment balances on knifepoint.

Regina taking a deep breath, shoves the monster aside and grips that hand. The warmth, and the care behind it, send the monster skittering back where it came from. She lets Emma pull her into a hug, the tension leaves her body. She can breathe again, feeling Emma warm and solid against her, the steady rhythms of her heartbeat and breathing as real and true as her murmurs of care and support. The darkness in Regina’s head is defeated.

It will be back, but for now Emma is her savior.

How to Keep Christmas Well

Surprise, @thejacketandthehook, tis I, your Captain Swan Secret Santa (not that it’s a surprise, exactly…stupid anonymous button being all flighty and stuff). This is a take on the story you requested, haters to lovers, with a twist to the concept.  I really hope you like it.  I had lots of fun writing it and getting to you know over the last month.

Oh, and this is also an ode to Charles Dickens, cause I love me some Christmas Carol goodness at this time of year.  The title comes from that story.  Emma’s the scrooge in the beginning.

Enjoy and Merry, Merry Christmas!

How to Keep Christmas Well

She should have known it wasn’t smart heading out right as the snow started, but she’d wanted to question her suspect before going to the Nolan’s Christmas party.  She’d had a hunch about the guy, which had proved correct when he’d taken off in his Rolls Royce the second she’d pulled into his driveway.  She tries to take comfort in the fact that her instincts were correct about the perp, but since she’s now stuck in a ditch in the middle of a snowstorm, she’s not feeling very consoled.

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This Unspoken Thing (2/3)

A baby mini fic.

Emma and Killian were kinda enemies. Now they are kinda friends, but there is this unspoken thing between them. A pull and a want that they haven’t yet given a name to. And stubborn Emma Swan just wont admit it…

(Inspired by GoTG 2!)

Part One

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Killian had thankfully given her a wide berth the rest of that evening.

The whole party was actually quite sedate. While they had been celebrating her brother David’s birthday, the real partying had happened the night before at their local bar, The Rabbit Hole. Everyone was, of course, feeling a little delicate. And no one questioned Emma’s quietness or how she slipped away to bed before any of the guests had left.

All of which she was thankful for, because she really she could not cope with Killian right now. She needed to wait for this whatever it was to blow over so they could go back to their usual antagonistic friendship.

Yet despite her efforts not to, she thought of him as she lay in bed that night and listened to the sounds of the ongoing celebration. His deep and distinctive voice was easy to pick out. He was always thick in the conversation with a tale or a joke. Always the life of the party. Convivial. Charming. Popular with just about everyone he met. Knowing he was there, just a wall or two away tormented her in a way she could not have anticipated.

Not that anything about her relationship with Killian Jones was predictable. Originally, they had worked for rival companies. Competing for the same jobs, they had had the occasional heated confrontation that never failed to leave her blood boiling. But then Jolly Roger Bail Bonds had been taken over by Emma’s employer and they had became co workers. It was at first hard to overcome the ingrained rivalry and on the few occasions they had been forced to work together things had been prickly, to say the least.

But slowly his dry sense of humor had grown on her as the months ticked by. And he always brought her coffee when he went to get his own. The times when they were stuck together staking out some asshat or other, he found this way to engage her in conversation that made the hours tick easily by. It ended up that if they were both in the office, they would more often than not eat lunch together. Until, after six months of being co-workers, they were something resembling friends. Which would have been just about acceptable, she supposed.

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And A Teaspoonful Of Love

A CSSS gift for @killiancarstairs! Again, Merry Christmas, Zoe, and sorry that I’m so late. Also, Happy New Year. It’s been a pleasure talking to you!

summary:  The first Christmas Day dinner at Emma’s and Killian’s new house, and Killian and Snow get into a fight over the perfect recipe for Christmas Pudding. Will this end well? 3,3k words of pure family fluff, as the title indicates.

rating: T

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Snow’s voice is more than just a little stern. “You are not putting that in my Christmas pudding,” she says firmly, “that’s disgusting.”

Killian can’t believe it. “What are you talking about?” He gestures vividly in the direction of the huge bowl his soon-to-be mother-in-law is protecting with both hands held over it. “You can’t make a proper pudding without–”

“Watch me!” she cuts him off.

He tilts his head. “I’m not planning to. If we’re serving a pudding on our first Christmas in this house–”

She narrows her eyes. “Listen, pirate. Let me tell you how it works in my kitchen–”

“With all due respect, Milady,” he interrupts dryly, “this isn’t your kitchen.”

Snow gives him one of her legendary eye rolls. “You know what I meant.”

“I do,” he replies, “and still, the only way to do this right–”

“Please,” she snaps, “who are you, masterchef of the Enchanted Forest?!”

Killian is taken aback. “Master-what?”

She snorts. “Boiled mackerel is all I say.”

His expression is only a little wounded, but he wouldn’t be Killian Jones if he didn’t have an adequate comeback. “Your daughter has never complained about my boiled mackerel – or anything else, for all that matters.” He can’t help but smirk, to which Snow raises her chin in that stubborn gesture Emma has definitely inherited from her, like the stubbornness itself.

“That’s what you think,” she fires back.

That throws him a little off track. “What does that–”

Before he can inquire any further, Emma rushes into the kitchen, obviously alerted from her Christmas decorating by the rash voices of her mother and her pirate fiancé. “Guys!” she exclaims. “Really?

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anonymous asked:

If you're taking CS prompts - the baddy of the week likes to use a whip, and in the middle of a fight or something Killian flashes back to his childhood after he & Liam were sold? (Captain Charming friendship would also be wonderful)

Hey so apparently during an episode of Aladdin the TV series, Jasmine was temporarily brainwashed evil and used a whip. And then when she was good again, she occasionally used a whip to disarm opponents.

He should have known the Evil Queen wouldn’t let ‘intruders’ in her town without putting up some sort of fight, particularly after the thief had given the Crocodile the slip with the Sorcerer’s Wand. But while taking Princess Jasmine’s heart and forcing her to fight her loved ones to distract them from the Crocodile’s concocted plan to kidnap his son was not in any way out of her usual modus operandi, it still disgusted him.

The fear in Jasmine’s eyes as she lashed out – quite literally, with a bullwhip  – reminded him too much of his own fears of being controlled again.

The princess had spunk though. He could see from her movements that she was attempting to resist as much as possible, the lash pulling to the side of an attempted strike at the last moment. Every instance of resistance was countered with punishment: Jasmine’s face twisted in anguish each time the Queen squeezed her heart.

But Killian could tell when Jasmine’s resistance finally failed.

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(requested by captainsemma)

So I was asked for more Swan Queen student/teacher fanfics, here's a few plus some that have to deal with teachers as well.

Title: Teacher’s Pet

Rating: M

Plot: Emma Swan is starting her senior year. Her friends tell her about the Creative Writing teacher that she has on her schedule and how no one had passed her class with an A, not even her bookworm friend, Belle. What will she do? And who exactly is this ‘bitchy Evil Queen’ as they claim her to be? SwanQueen. Student/Teacher. M for language and future chapters.

Status: Ongoing

Title: My favorite teacher

Rating: M

Plot: A stubborn and talented Emma Swan and her (I rule the world) teacher called Regina Mills. Who said fairy tales don’t exist? Things are not always what they seem. One more Student/Teacher fanfic. SwanQueen, RedBeauty. Rated M for safe.

Status: Ongoing

Title: Hola! More Than Just

Rating: T

Plot: Teacher/student fic, but with alot of other drama going on too. SwanQueen.

Status: Ongoing

Title: Taking Chances

Rating: M

Plot: Regina Mills, an English teacher, and Emma Swan, her student, feel sparks flying from their first encounter. See what they’ll say to taking chances.

Status: Ongoing

Title: Butting Heads

Rating: M

Plot: Emma Swan is a typical high school senior, always looking for trouble. Enter Regina Mills, the teacher she loves to hate and hates to love. What antics will the pair get up to when butting heads this time? Teacher AU, no magic/no curse, etc. Emphasis on SwanQueen. Also, current rating is T due to language, will change overtime.

Status: Ongoing

Title: I’ll Take Note of That

Rating: M

Plot: Swan Queen Teacher AU: Emma Swan is subbing and has to deal with smart but sassy and difficult student Regina Mills. Emma soon realizes there is more to Regna than meets the eye though.

Status: Ongoing

Title: The Veil Between

Rating: M

Plot: With the end of Emma’s schooling approaching quickly, the arrival of a new teacher - and frequent fantasy - will completely turn Emma’s world upside down. Witches, Warlocks and Magic? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. Very au. Eventual SwanQueen

Status: Ongoing

Title: Finding my Way Back to You

Rating: M

Plot: When Regina pursues her career as a school counselor she never expected to see a girl so beaten and broken by the name of Emma Swan. When their relationship crosses the typical; teacher-student boundaries, will the course of true love run smoothly? Or will there be broken hearts along the way?

Status: Complete

Title: Teasing is our game

Rating: M

Plot: With 19 years, Emma is in senior year. What is her surprise when she sees her new stunning math teacher. AU, really. I’m not good at summaries, just read and I hope you like it!

Status: Complete

Title: Lost Souls

Rating: M

Plot: Emma Swan is a senior at Storybrooke High, she has loving parents, and a great group of friends that are like family, but none of them can see past the wall Emma puts up. Except one person, her teacher Ms. Mills. Previously titled Clarity.

Status: Ongoing

Title: Baby Write This Down

Rating: T

Plot: Floating around foster homes didn’t give her much time to get settled in at a school so she just didn’t bother. What was the point in worrying about grades when she knew she was going to have to start over in a completely different school within a year or so? That attitude had carried over into college for the most part. She did enough to scrape by because she actually had to earn her financial aid but that’s where her achievements ended. Until she got put into Miss Mill’s class.

Status: Ongoing

Title: Saving Regina

Rating: M

Plot: This is my first fan fiction so please don’t be too harsh** Emma is a school teacher and when Henry tells her that his mom is in an abusive relationship, Emma decides to help her get out of it. Rated M for later chapters. Swan Queen in later chapters. No magic or anything. Original prompt credit to ReginaVincit

Status: Ongoing

Title: Bad Teachers

Rating: T

Plot: Contract teacher Emma Swan has bagged herself a fill in job at her son’s school, Story Brooke College. Emma thinks she can handle the extremely flirtatious and persistent Head Mistress, Regina Mills, for a couple of weeks there, because a gorgeous woman like Regina is straight…right? / SwanQueen/ AU/ Mild OOC/ WARNING: some chapters M rated.

Status: Ongoing

Title: 4 Years

Rating: M

Plot: Emma didn’t mean to fall in love with her friend’s mom. Especially since the woman was married AND almost 27 years older than Emma. Did I mention she was Emma’s former 5th grade teacher? But she can’t help herself; Regina Mills is gorgeous! (forget everything you thought you knew about the OUaT because I changed up so much stuff) Rated M bcause cursing pretty much. Teacher/student.

Status: Ongoing but hasn’t been updated since 2013’

Title: Shades of Black

Rating: T

Plot: Regina Mills returns to Hogwarts, this time as a teacher. Trapped between doing what her family expects of her and what she knows is right, Regina has a lot of choices to make about what is best for her, her son and the people she comes to care about. Not exactly a SQ fic, but a fic with SQ in it.

Status: Complete

Title: Family Tree

Rating: T

Plot: When Henry has to turn a family tree and essay in for a class assignment, the teacher calls Emma and Regina in for a conference.

Status: Complete

This Unspoken Thing (3/4)

*now 4 parts…*

Emma and Killian were kinda enemies. Now they are kinda friends, but there is this unspoken thing between them. A pull and a want that they haven’t yet given a name to. And stubborn Emma Swan just wont admit it…

(Inspired by GoTG 2!

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It was Friday night drinks at The Rabbit Hole. She didn’t always make it - work - but tonight she was ready to knock back a few beers and let off some damn steam.

Emma stood at the bar, a bill in her hand as she tried to catch the bartender’s attention.

“You made it.”

The sound of her brother’s voice made Emma smile. He’d been working twilight shifts recently and they’d been pretty much ships passing in the night. She gave him a quick hug. “Hey pops,” she quipped, using the nickname she’d given him in childhood in deference to his elder status.

“Squirt,” he replied, pinching her side before ordering for both of them. “So, how’s work?”

“Great,” she smiled, thinking of the commission she had made that week. She had enough to cover her share of the rent for the next three months saved up and that was certainly cause for celebration.

“And Killian?”

Emma froze as their drinks were placed in front of them. “Why are you asking me about him?”

He paid and the two turned away from the bar.

“Well, you work with him-”

“He’s your friend too!”

“So you are friends,” he grinned, taking a pull from his bottle. “I thought something had happened.”

She gave him a puzzled look.

David rolled his eyes. “You’ve been weird around each other for weeks now. I’m not the only one to have noticed.”

“You guys have been talking about me behind my back? Great.”

Stalking over to the jukebox, she tugged off her jacket, tossing her hair in frustration.

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CSJJ Day 14: Star Struck

Here’s my contribution for @csjanuaryjoy, day 14!

The prompt I used was: “I ran you over and all my attempts to make amends are making it worse” but as you’ll see I put a celebrity twist on it too :P

rated T, about 10.5K words (as usual, I got hella carried away). 

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To say that Emma’s been having quite the start to her weekend would be the understatement of the century.

It had all started late Thursday night; after a long, frustrating day of work (in which she’d learned that three of her latest ‘clients’ had skipped out on their bail) she’d just been ready to go to sleep, to at least try to get some peace and quiet after the horrid day, when her cellphone rang.

To add to her annoyance, it was Neal.

He, as usual, had ignored her complaints that it was late and why couldn’t you have called tomorrow, Henry is already asleep and just announced that he and Tamara, his girlfriend, were coming up to Boston tomorrow.

Emma hadn’t been expecting that; they were just here a few weeks ago for Christmas, spending Christmas Eve with Henry, so she hadn’t been quite sure why they decided to make the long drive back to Boston so soon. The memory of Christmas had made her grit her teeth together, increasing her aggravation at Neal’s call. He and Henry had only re-connected a few years ago (running into Neal with Henry during a school trip to Manhattan was one of the worst days of Emma’s life) and it had just worked out to be their first Christmas together. And like with the other holidays they’ve spent together since their reunion, Neal had given no thought to whatever Emma and Henry’s usual traditions of Christmas were, and his mention of this impromptu trip to Boston had put Emma on guard. Sure, there are no holidays in sight, but it’s not unlike Neal to change the game without telling her.

She had demanded to know what was going on but Neal was vague and unhelpful, and just told her that he’d tell her and Henry together when they were all at dinner tomorrow.

He’d hung up with a don’t be late, Emma! before she could even protest the assumption that she and Henry would be free for dinner with only a day’s notice. Never mind that Henry’s favourite television programme is on Friday nights and hell if she doesn’t have the hardest time trying to drag him away from it, but Fridays are Emma’s busiest day at work – the last day of the bail court for the week – and that usually means she’s home hopelessly late on the best of days.

And this Friday evening, as she half-slips and half-slides down the icy sidewalk to her apartment, is not a best day.

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“Under The Influence” - Scene 5

SUMMARY:  Regina and Emma make pancakes in Mary Margaret;s kitchen the next morning.

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Scene 5: Mary Margaret’s kitchen

(Regina and Emma are making pancakes at the stove.  Regina is flipping pancakes with Emma picking blueberries out of the bowl.)

REGINA:  (speaking softly)  How are you feeling, dear?

EMMA:  (pops a blueberry in her mouth)  Mm… hungry. (puts hands on Regina flanks from behind and kisses her neck)

REGINA:  Hands to yourself please. I’m flipping pancakes.  (deftly flips a pancake over by waving pan in the air)

EMMA:  That’s pretty hot the way you do that.

REGINA:  Aren’t you easily impressed?

EMMA:  When it comes to food, Regina, I don’t play.  The only way I would be even more impressed is if you were wearing nothing at all except that apron.

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“Crows at the dinner table” [Chris - Christmas one shot]

Inspired by: (December) Imagine: Taking your friend Chris to your family Christmas dinner; He pretends to be your boyfriend the whole time.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: Merry Christmas!

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Ahh, fuck! -She breathes out throwing the phone on the opposite side of the couch.

Chris raises his eyebrows and sits next to her.

-Bad day? –He asks.

-Bad lifetime. My mother just called. I thought it’d finally be just us this Christmas, dad, mom, me and my sister but no. All my fucking relatives will be there.

-Sorry… I guess. -Chris says shrugging.

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swansrollyjoger  asked:

just wanted to drop by and say I am so ready for part 4 of This Unspoken Thing!!! I love how stubborn Emma is being and how Killian is just going on with it 😍 because he knows that she knows there is an unspoken thing! Ahh!! ready for part 4! hopefully it is the last because I need them together asap! :) :) :)

HEY!

Thanks for the message - I’m just about to start writing it now :D

I might have it finished tonight but it is 9pm here, so it may be tomorrow!

I’m so happy you are enjoying it. I love writing tropey things :D