Q:Lizzzzzz, i know you wrote a fic where emma steals Killian's shirts but please, can you write somethin about her stealing his new jackets ?? Fluffy and confettis !
A/N: sheriffswan, you goon. I love you.
P.S. Everybody hush up about Hook and Rumple’s contextless scenes and have some Captain Swan smut, it’s far better for the soul :D
It’s the eerie stillness in the apartment that tips her off as she’s throwing her keys on the table, makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and her stomach jump into her throat. She’d always prided herself on her quickness but before she knows it, before she can brace herself, she’s being shoved roughly into the door.
Emma curses, instinctively bucking and trying to to get free, but she’s trapped against the wood beneath the hard, muscled lines of a masculine body, one arm twisted behind her back. His face is close, lips grazing the shell of her ear while hot little puffs of air move across it.
"You have something of mine," he hisses quietly, lilting accent sounding much more gruff and deep than usual. "I want it back."
She shivers involuntarily, a jolt shooting down her spine as the scent of sea and spice (that had actually been with her all day) is suddenly amplified by his physical proximity. It’s amazing how quickly her body responds to it, to him, how fast it goes from burning aggression to burning desire the second she realizes it’s Killian.
"Oh, I don’t know, I actually pretty fond of it," Emma replies, only a little breathlessly though very much taunting. "I think I’ll keep it."
If she’s going to be honest, she’d been wondering how long it would take him before he’d come after her. It’s barely been a full 24-hours, and needless to say, she isn’t disappointed.
"Tis a dangerous game you’re playing, Swan," he says darkly, pressing a little closer, hips aligning with hers from behind.
There’s a sharp thrill that zips along her skin because if he wants his stupid (glorious) jacket back, he’s damn well going to have to take it (she hopes he does, as forcefully and as roughly as he pleases, thank you) because she is not just handing it over to him. Pfft, as if.
applause to the OUAT costume department
They really do an incredible job. While nothing can top the epic fabulousness that is Lana’s wardrobe both in SB and in the EF, the outfit that Elizabeth Mitchell is wearing - wow. Colin’s new outfit - wow. So much detail.
There’s a pic circulating of a close up of Colin in his Hook trench and the pick stitching on the interior of that coat in that chevron pattern in brown thread is just gorgeous.
Fantastic work, folks. Truly.
Map of the World by Natural Skin Color
i’m really dumbfounded that i never realized skin colour is literally just caused by being closer to or farther from the equator and the resulting sun exposure and skin darkening
actually, its an adaptation. natural selection. people with darker skin are selected for in areas near the equator, where the melanin that causes the darker color protects them from radiation and protects them from skin cancer and other health defects, and because they are healthier they can pass on that trait more. people near the poles have lighter skin because it allows them absorb more of the limited sunlight to convert to vitamin d.
THIS IS THE THING SOME PEOPLE HATE OTHER PEOPLE OVER.
Evolution of melanin levels based on geographical location.
We Just Might Feel Good, Part Three
Old friends, Emma and Killian, walk a fine line in their relationship while balancing their high profile careers. Having not seen each other in months, they find themselves in their hometown of Boston, reunited for only one night. Modern AU.
AN: I’m a terrible, terrible person for not updating this fic in so long. At first I was working on other things, and then I realized that half of what I’d written contradicted what happens in the next chapter. Then I rewrote it, and lost everything I’d changed. So here it is, finally, and hopefully I won’t take so long to update next time.
The names I’ve mentioned in here come from the song this fic is inspired by, the feel of which heavily influences this chapter.
Also, the chapter after this is supposed to be the last one, but I’m already pretty sure that I’m going to have to split it into two. So, warning you just in case, but probably not necessary.
Pressing her face into the pillow, Emma tried to resist waking up, knowing without opening her eyes that it was still far too early for her to be awake. A smile tugged at her lips anyway when she recognized the scent that clung to the pillow and the weight of the arm lying loosely over her waist.
This was one of the things that she missed most; having someone to hold her, a warm body to wake up next to. Her usual one night stands satisfied the itch and pushed back the loneliness, but the nights were far and few between when she’d let them stay over. And the few that did still lacked this familiarity. She knew that if she were to shift closer to Killian, his arm would tighten around her, even in his sleep. She knew how much she’d have to move or how much noise she’d have to make to wake him up.
She also knew that he’d be cold in bed alone, so when she slipped out from under his arm, she made sure to pull the quilt up over his shoulders. He shifted in his sleep, his brow furrowing when his arm moved and she wasn’t there. She stepped back quickly, not wanting to disturb him, grabbing a shirt from the floor as she tiptoed out of the bedroom.