#and all I had was netflix so I got too lazy to pirate it and just... never finished them

[boyapologist]

there's at least 10 tv shows that got a final season out there and I didn't bother watching cause I was out of my tv show phase when they finally got released

[thepiratemistress]

Chapter 10

The tour was on break for a few weeks so everyone went to their prospective homes. It was nice to be back in your apartment, you’d enjoyed lounging on the couch watching Netflix and crime documentaries, and being able to stay in your pjs all day was definitely a perk. But you missed the team and the guys. You were used to spending all of your time with them so when you weren’t together, it felt a little strange. For the most part everyone was good friends and enjoyed spending time together so there was always fun to be had or someone to talk to. You especially missed Jake. It had been a week since you got home and you hadn’t talked to him. You thought about texting him a million different times, to see what he was up to, to tell him you missed him, to just talk to him. But every time you chickened out. You figured if he wanted to talk to you, he’d call, and he was probably busy anyway. You assumed he was hanging out with friends and doing things he can’t while on tour. He probably hadn’t even had time to miss you. You wondered if things would be the same after break or if he’d lose interest in your absence. You tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t want to read too much into anything and make yourself miserable.

You glanced at your phone and were contemplating texting one of your friends to see if they’d want to come over, when it dinged with a text. You picked it up and nearly dropped it. It was from Jake. You opened it:

“Hey. What are you doing tonight and why isn’t it me?”

You chuckled as your fingers tapped across the screen with your reply.

“I’m on my couch watching tv. I haven’t heard from you in a few days, I figured you were busy.”

“If I told you to be here by 10 would you?”

You thought for a moment, it was already a little after 9.

“You’re going to make me get off my couch and change out of my sweatpants this late?”

“No. Wear the sweats. Just get your ass over here.”
God you liked it when Jake was bossy. You were already starting to feel the heat between your legs. You chewed your lip for a second before hopping up from the couch and grabbing your keys.

You didn’t live very far from Jake’s so it didn’t take you long to get there. You pulled up in front of his house, you could see a light on inside you and wondered for a moment what he was doing inside. Was he playing guitar? Watching something on tv? Reading? You got out of your car and headed up to his front door. You knocked on the front door, hoping he was actually serious about his demand to see you.

The door opens to Jake standing there, wearing sweatpants, barefoot, with his favorite old ratty t-shirt on. He looks absolutely delicious. He has a lazy smile on his face, but when he sees you his eyes darken and roam over you.

You suddenly felt self conscious. Maybe he wasn’t serious about the sweatpants. You mentally scolded yourself for not changing and doing your hair.

“God damn, woman.” He said, his voice low and sultry. “You look incredibly sexy. He reached forward and grabbed you by the waistband of your pants and pulled you into him. His lips locked with yours in a slow, deep kiss. He swung the door shut behind you and wrapped his arms around you, his hands gripping your ass and holding you tight against him. You hooked your arms around his neck and leaned into him, your brain turning to mush as he kissed you breathless.

“Mmmm. I’ve missed you.” He said against your lips as he pulled back.

“Me too.” You replied.

He released his hold on you and laced his fingers loosely through yours and pulled you towards the living room. You looked around as you walked, trying to take it all in. The room was so unequivocally Jake with the dark walls, stone fireplace and shelves filled with books and albums. There were scatterings of decor amongst the things, pieces that matched his vintage piratical style. It wasn’t overly bright, the only light

came from a couple of lamps. The room was gorgeous, but cozy; warm and welcoming. Opposite the fireplace sat a leather couch and an oversized chair with an ottoman. You knew immediately that the chair was Jake’s spot. His empty glass of whiskey on a coaster sat on a wooden table between the chair and the couch along with a small stack of books.

Jake led you to the chair and sat down. He pulled you down onto his lap, shifting you so you faced sideways and could lean against the arm of the chair. You settled in as he rested his arm on your legs.

“Hey.” He smirked at you.

“Hey yourself.” You smirked back. “Did you really miss me or are you just horny?”

Jake chuckled, “Can my answer be both?”

You laughed. If the tables were reversed you’d have answered the same.

“I was trying to give you some space, so you didn’t feel pressured to hang out with me.” Jake watched his hand as it moved back and forth on your leg. “But I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Well, that’s awfully sweet of you, but I don’t feel pressured to hang out with you. I’ve been missing you too, as a matter of fact.”

Jake smiled and looked at you. “Is that so?”

“Mmmmhmmm.” You nodded. Jake squeezed your leg with his hand and he reached up with his other hand to grab the back of your neck. He pulled you in for a kiss. It was a slow, gentle kiss. His lips were soft and moved against yours with a steady rhythm. He took his time kissing you, his hand holding your neck firmly but softly. He moved his tongue slowly along your bottom lip and you knew he wanted to slide his tongue inside your mouth. You parted your lips for him and he dipped his tongue in to slide across yours. You were pretty sure there’s wasn’t anything this man couldn’t do well. He kissed in a way reminiscent of how his fingers move across the neck of his guitar. Skilled and effortlessly his lips and tongue danced with yours. It had been awhile since you’d taken the time to just make out and you were both consumed in that moment. Jake dipped his tongue deep into your mouth again and you sucked on it, earning a deep moan from him. His hand slid from your leg up your belly to your chest where he cupped your breast and began gently massaging. Jake’s hands were strong and steady as he caressed and rubbed, dragging his thumbs across your nipples with every pass. The two of you kissed until you were both panting and breathless.

“I almost forgot how much I like kissing you.” Grinned Jake, sliding his hand back down to your legs. “I’m kind of in the mood for some wine now, how about you?”

You nodded and stood up and then followed Jake towards his kitchen. His kitchen was gorgeous. Not overly large but big enough to accommodate the cooking he so loved. You leaned against the counter as you watched Jake grab a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. He looked so comfortable and relaxed moving around his kitchen. He caught you staring and smiled at you.

“What are you looking at so intently?” He asked, moving to stand beside you, opening the bottle and pouring some in each glass.

“Your ass. It looks good in sweatpants.” You teased, earning a chuckle from Jake.

“As does yours. I wasn’t at all prepared for how damn sexy you were going to look standing at my door in those sweatpants of yours. I nearly took you right then and there.” He mused.

The thought of Jake ravishing you right there in the doorway was enough to make you clench your thighs together, and you chewed on your bottom lip while you imagined the scenario.

Jake turned and stepped towards you, “You dirty girl, you’re imagining it right now aren’t you?” He asked, that mischievous smile on his face.

“Maybe.” You smiled back, reaching to take the glass of wine he offered. You brought it to your lips for a sip. Jake took a drink from his own glass, but his eyes were locked on you. He stepped a little closer and the fingers of his free hand played with the waistband of your pants while he talked.

“Have you been enjoying the break so far?” He asked, seeming genuinely interested in your answer.

You smiled and told him a little about what you’d been up to. Jake listened intently, asking questions and interjecting about how he’d spent his own time off. The two of you stood in the kitchen for awhile chatting. It reminded you of the times before when you’d stayed awake long after everyone went off to bed and you would talk and ramble about whatever nonsense was on your minds. Jake loved to talk about the things he enjoyed and his voice was so soothing, so intoxicating, you could listen to him forever. However his fingers at your waist were beginning to dip under the elastic and move across your skin. He had moved closer and his voice was a bit lower and no doubt he was starting to think about doing less talking and more touching. You reached out and grabbed his shirt and tugged him in closer for a kiss. You tasted the wine on his lips, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and biting down gently. Jake growled and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re such a feisty little thing sometimes you know.” He said, reaching beside you to grab the wine bottle. “Let me pour you some more and maybe we could resume our fun in the other room.”

“You’re a horny bastard you know that?” You teased. You lifted your glass to your lips at the same moment Jake poked at your ribs in response, causing you to spill some wine down your chest. “Oh shit.” You exclaimed, “I’m sorry.” You felt a little embarrassed, but before you could do anything about it, Jake spoke

“No worries, let me take care of it.” He bent his head and licked his tongue along the spot on your chest, catching the spilled wine on his tongue. He pressed his mouth against your skin and sucked, flicking his tongue as he did. “I have an idea. Will you take off your shirt for me doll?” He asked, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You’d do anything this man asked you to do, so instinctively you nodded. Jake took your own glass along with his and set them on the counter before leaning back to watch you pull your shirt up over your head. “Your bra too.” He commanded. You reached behind your back to unhook the clasps and then let the bra fall from your arms to the floor between you. Jake made a low sound of approval a he looked between your breasts, licking his lips. He reached out and took hold of one of your wrists, grabbed the bottle of wine and led you around the kitchen counter to where his table sat. He backed you up against the table and reached down to grab you under your ass, lifting you to sit on top of it.

“Lay back for me darling.” He said as he pulled his own shirt up over his head. You did as he instructed, the heat between your legs building. Jake stepped forward and tipped the wine bottle to slowly pour wine onto your chest and down to your belly. You flinched a little as the liquid dripped onto your body. Your eyes watched Jake move as he leaned down and starting at your belly, began lapping up the wine along the trail he’d just made.

“Oh god, Jake.” You moaned. He hummed against your skin in response, the vibration adding to the pleasure you felt.

He reached again for the bottle as he lifted his head. You watched as his eyes focused in on your chest and he leaned forward to pour wine onto each of your breasts, watching as the deep red liquid covered your nipples.

“This may be one of my best ideas to date.” He murmured before leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard and slow, his teeth grazing along the pebbled flesh. You arched your back and whimpered while he moaned in satisfaction, licking and sucking, lavishing attention on each breast, being sure to lick up every drop of wine. He swirled his tongue around before capturing one nipple between his teeth. He slowly bit down until you were writhing beneath him.

“Jake. Oh fuck. Oh my god.” You exclaimed.

Jake released his hold and stood back up. “I’m going to need these to come off too.” He said, grabbing your sweatpants and pulling them off. “And……fuck. Those are so damn sexy.” He groaned, reaching down to finger the delicate fabric covering your throbbing pussy. “Roll over for me doll.”

You were panting and about to combust but you did as you were told. You rolled onto your belly and Jake let out a string of filthy praise. You yelped as his hand smacked against your ass. He leaned down to kiss the spot before hooking his fingers under your thong and pulling it off of you. He then grabbed the bottle of wine and poured down your back and ass before covering both cheeks. He didn’t hesitate to start licking it up, his lips and tongue sucking and swirling as he went. He reached down to knead at your ass while he drank up the wine from your skin. You were lost in the feeling of Jake’s hands and mouth on your body. Your pussy was soaked and aching for attention, but Jake was still worshiping your backside. He pulled your cheeks apart and licked you.

“Jesus. Fuck Jake.” You moaned as he explored, his fingers digging into your flesh. Your breathing was ragged and hard, but Jake held you firmly in place. He gave his head one last shake before pulling away panting.

“Get on your back for me.” He said, smacking your ass once more.

You flipped over and sat up on your elbows to watch as he poured wine onto your throbbing cunt. The liquid coated your folds as Jake licked his lips in anticipation. Your head dropped back with a heavy moan as he pressed his mouth to you and began drinking up the wine. His tongue moved across you with ease and familiarity. He pressed his face into you as his tongue played with your entrance. You bucked your hips into him, desperately searching for some friction against your clit. You reached down to tangle your fingers into his hair, holding him tight against you until you found the right rhythm against his nose. His tongue moved in and out and you begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.

“Jake. Please. I need it.” You whined.

Jake pulled away from your body and looked up at you. “What is it that you need darling?” He smiled.

“Damn it Jake you know what I need. Please.” Your voice louder this time.

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.” He chuckled.

Your hands flew to your face in exasperation. “You’re an asshole.”

Jake laughed harder and reached his finger out to tease you ever so lightly.

“I need to cum Jake.”

“You didn’t say please.” He cooed, still rubbing his finger against you.

“Please Jake. Please. I need it so bad.” You cried.

“Mmmmm….I like it when you beg, baby.” He said, dipping his finger inside of you a little, making you squirm.

“Oh my god, please Jake. My clit. Please! I need you to suck on it so I can cum.” You panted.

“Mmm….needy little slut…” Jake moaned as he bent forward and wrapped his lips around your swollen clit. You nearly came undone at the contact. You reached out to grab at the edge of the table, desperate to hold on to something as he sucked, his lips tight and his tongue flicking against you with every pulse.

You felt yourself nearing the edge, as did Jake. He wrapped his hands around your hips and held you tight, preventing you from squirming away from the intensity of his touch. He was relentless as he kept a steady rhythm, sending your body crashing into an orgasm so intense you arched off the table as you cried out his name.

Your body was still riding the waves of your orgasm as Jake pulled away panting. “Jesus. Christ. Fuck.” He barked out as he stood up quickly. He grabbed your hips and yanked you closer, lined his cock up with your center and slammed into you. The sound of skin slapping was loud as Jake grunted and thrust into you over and over. There was nothing comfortable about how you were laying on the table but you didn’t care. You reached out again to hold on to the table as he buried himself in you time after time. His cock was thick and filled you so full.

“Oh my God Jake. Fuck. Keep fucking me. So hard baby. Yes.” You chanted encouraging him to keep up his pace. He was sweating, and his face -you’d seen that look so many times before. Not only in secret when he fucked you, but on stage when he lost himself in the music. It was the look of being utterly consumed with passion as if he were about to burst into flames at any moment. His mouth was moving as he growled and grunted, throwing in phrases of “god damn” and “fuck” amidst the noises.

He shifted his hips a little and he placed his hands on your lower abdomen. With one hand he pressed down, making your eyes nearly roll back into your head.

“Holy shit, Jake. That feels amazing!” You pant as he continues thrusting into you, the pressure on your belly creating the most mind blowing sensation.

“Cum on my cock you needy little slut.” He growled, stretching his thumb down to rub your clit. Without warning, the waves of an intense orgasm hit you as your body tightened around Jake, the wetness of your release soaking him.

Jake thrust into you several more times before pulling himself out and pumping his cock with his hand. You lifted your head in time to see his own release. He threw his head back as his cum scattered across your belly. He let out a loud grunt as he let go and gave in to the orgasm. His body shuddered and his chest heaved as he panted and drained himself onto you. Watching him lose control in such a primal way was better than you could ever have imagined.

Slowly his body settled and he looked down at you, resting his hands on the table on either side of your hips.

“Fuck.” He breathed out.

You dropped one of your hands down on to his. “That was….definitely one of your best ideas.” You laughed.

Jake laughed and stood upright. “Yes, and quite messy.” He reached out his hands and helped you sit up.

“Shit. Yah, I’m going to need a shower after that for sure.” You said, surveying your sticky body.

“Well wouldn’t you know, I happen to have one of those.” He smirked.

“Lead the way, Captain.” You grinned as he tugged you towards the stairs.

[1kook]

crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast. 

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.  

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office. 

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5. 

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses. 

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful. 

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.” 

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.” 

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.” 

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking. 

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever. 

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is��� slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours. 

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together. 

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.) 

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be. 

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you. 

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber. 

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend. 

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary. 

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days. 

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.  

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.) 

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like. 

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites. 

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?” 

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.” 

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind. 

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into. 

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway. 

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin. 

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear. 

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass. 

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you. 

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak. 

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead. 

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat. 

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts. 

They go like this: 

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really. 

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively. 

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once. 

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you. 

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome. 

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve. 

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek. 

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts. 

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.” 

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles. 

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild. 

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums. 

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again. 

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning. 

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.” 

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment. 

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“ 

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him. 

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned. 

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.” 

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.” 

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.” 

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.” 

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“— 

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear. 

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer. 

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,” you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole. 

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips. 

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise. 

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath. 

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. 

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue. 

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger.  “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…” 

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?” 

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles. 

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over. 

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more. 

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them. 

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub. 

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He’s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face. 

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention. 

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock. 

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand. 

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane. 

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh. 

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be. 

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds. 

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter. 

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic. 

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock. 

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you. 

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip. 

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl. 

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully. 

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin. 

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said. 

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away. 

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself. 

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you. 

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once. 

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth. 

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets. 

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever. 

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries. 

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you. 

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question. 

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest. 

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

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[aneomeris]

A Searching Burst of Inane Opinions

Shadow and Bone, episode 1. Snap reactions.

- The flashback *and* narration at the beginning of a show? Not a fan. Pretty picture, though.

- Introducing Mal and Alina. So, I feel like I’m going to ship yet another doomed ship. Bad me, bad.

- Is that discount Marilla Cuthbert blind, did she not see Alina menace the boy with the knife? Is she acting like she didn’t notice a thing on purpose?

- Oh, the cute kid and the cute baby rabbit!

- Oh no, the cute kid and the cute baby rabbit I feel like he killed on Discount Marilla’s request.

- The cute goat won’t make me forget the cute rabbit. The dog might. Oh, and the horsies!

- Okay, so Alina sees Mal, the two have chemistry. If they didn’t clarify that they were “besties only” I’d have thought them together. On the one, long time bestfriends introduced at the beginning are usually doomed love interests, on the other they seem to click, she seems to look at him with genuine interest and affection... My, I’m torn.

- Okay, I’m going to say it once: the town names are making me laugh (especially paired with the preference for whiskey as the drink of choice for a common soldier. Not a fan). The Fold being the name for “evil, mysterious thing” isn’t helping either. Comes with the genre, I know and love it. But the Fold... sigh. Fine.

- Okay, one last tiny thing: Kerch, really? Is there, by any chance, a new, cool bridge? I’m done, I promise!

- Possible favourite secondary character. The sirens are wailing, alert everyone!

- Jesper. His name is Jesper. Smartass, handsome, reckless? Sign me up!

- Okay, smartass with a side of wicked? “Who can hear a whisper here?”, Mr. Brekker you are a strong contender as well. Jesper is handsomer though.

- Ooooh, the painting. Cold mofo. Rising up as a favourite and fast.

- Pretty. Too pretty to be a shadow dwelling person, the Miss Inej.

- Kaz, sorry to say, but your unwillingness to buy out others from slavery because they are “not like you” is making you lose points. Jesper in the lead for fave. 

- The food scene showed Mal as brazen, caring and not that bright. Going in an officer’s tent? Oh well. The flirting surprised me. Also, Zoya confirmed that all the magic users are showoffs. Bad for my growing Malina shipper heart, if he’s already having other romantic avenues presented. I knew it would be the losing ship.

- On the one hand, the main character is brooding. Bad. On the other, for once they admit it. Good, refreshing. Fine. Fine.

- Not fine, nothing is fine, what was that almost kiss? Her jealousy I could handle rationally (I’m not invested enough yet to jump from joy), but that almost kISsSISSS?!?!?!?! Are you trying to tell me Mal is doomed to die? No, I’m not a fan of that idea, no way. I’m not invested, you are!

- More horsies!

- First awkward line delivery - check. Alexei (?), I don’t even know what will happen to you, with that line delivery.

- Yay. another flashback. just, stop being lazy, show. You were establishing your characters well enough without them already.

- Oh no. Oh, no, first episode and I feel like punching the female heroine already? Oh boy, they were doing so well, but her selfishly burning important maps, that probably could have cost someone’s life, all to be with Mal? Either it better be True Love for them in the long run, or someone should call her out, at some point, because that was shitty. Shame on you, girl. I liked you, and now you’ve slid under the shadowy hottie I know nothing about and the guy who won’t buy other slaves because shadowy hottie is unique and no other person deserves the effort.

- Hot “infernal”, weird line delivery 2.0. I feel like she is the character of power doomed to die to show us how big the danger is.

- Into “the fold” we go. That came out wrong. No, just no.

- Credit where it’s due - there’s nothing near the darkness we had with the last seasons of got, I can see everything. Btw, not a criticism, I prefer this Pirates of the Caribbean approach, than straining my eyes to see little to nothing. Realism isn’t always worth it.

- Shadow monster dragons? What cool design will we get in this franchise?

- Nevermind. They don’t look cool. Disgusting, yes.

- Great job, Alina. That scared, dead cartographer is on you. The other is a coward, but without you he wouldn’t have been here, or maybe not this early. Just, slap her for the guys being on the ship because of her poor choices, please.

- Is this Mal’s end? They didn’t kiss, but it’ll be horribly tragic? No!

- Oh, they are holding hands, he’s alive... am I not a clown for once? Is he going to be alive and them together, twenty seasons from now?

- So, Alex, I am not sorry for you anymore. Also, to me the transition from Mr. Impeccably Bad Guy was unnecessary.

- Okay, Kaz conning the guard with counterfeit coin, in an echo of Jesper earlier, regains him points. Smart and human?

- Thank you, Netflix, for not creating a convoluted timeline with no distinction between beginning, middle, end, like that one other show.

- The coward was promised freedom? Yeah, that promise is translated as death.

- Called it.

- So, the trio is going to be looking for yet another Stark? Okay then.

[once-upon-a-pirate-ship]

Laughter, Love, and Other Products of a Quarantine

Yay, I’ve gotten around to actually posting it on here! I’m so lazy and I can never figure out how to get the italics to transfer because I copy from google docs so I copied it from there to word and then copied it again and pasted it here but THEN it kept all the weird indents that look icky on Tumblr so if anyone knows how to get rid of all these annoying issues I’d really love to know

I’m absolutely interested in taking prompts if anyone has something Captain Swan they’d like to see...as I’m sure you could guess, I definitely have the time. For those of you reading Even If It’s A Lie (first of all, thank you, I love you), I’m hoping to update that soon too. If you haven’t read it but you’re interested, here’s a link to that.

@coffeenotess​ made this lovely moodboard for my fic:

summary: Emma Swan has been roommates with Liam Jones for years, but hates his brother. Okay, so she's met him once and it was a brief encounter, but still. But of course he's visiting for the week when the mandated quarantine happens. And of course Liam just happens to be out of town for the weekend when it does. 

word count: 8,716 (yes, it got a little out of hand)

rating: M, entirely because of language

also read it on: AO3 | FFN

Emma sighed at the knock on her door, pushing herself off the couch to open it. She knew who would be on the other side, and it made her blood boil to think about it.

“Swan!” The dark haired, broody, eyebrow wiggling man exclaimed as soon as the door was open.

“Jones,” she managed to grunt, turning to find her place on her comfy couch for her current Netflix binge. She so desperately wanted to ignore him for the entirety of his stay at her apartment.

 “Liam is so lucky to have such a charming roommate, love,”

“His bedroom is the second door on the left,” she said instead of making a snarky comment about his usage of the nickname ‘love.’

She really didn’t have any reason to truly hate him. In fact, she’d only met Liam’s brother once before, but there was just something about him that rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was the smirking, or the innuendos. Either way, she wasn’t exactly thrilled when Liam offered him lodging while he was in town for work. And of course Liam just had to have a weekend trip planned for him and his girlfriend. Emma absolutely adored Elsa, she even introduced the two, but she mildly resented her friend for taking her roommate away and leaving her with Killian Fucking Jones.

He left her alone for an hour or so, probably unpacking and making himself comfortable, and of course she could not care less about what that man was doing. Except when he decided to interrupt her show.

“Would you like some tea, Swan?”

Okay, so it was a polite interruption but still. This was an important part in her show. “No thanks,” her voice quick and rather icy.

But then she felt rude, so she tried to make up for it with conversation—he was Liam’s brother, after all, and she didn’t want to cause any unnecessary friction between the brothers. So she reluctantly got up from the couch and moved to lean against the kitchen counter in an attempt to be mildly civil. “So um, I’m surprised your work still has you traveling, you know, with the pandemic and all,”

He chuckled lightly, and she was glad her snark hadn’t wounded him permanently. “Me too, but it’s all about the money, of course.”

She struggled to recall the conversations Liam and she had about Killian and his life. “What is it you do again?”  

 “I’m a strategy consultant for publishing companies along the east coast,” when she couldn’t stop the raising of her eyebrows, he laughed. “What, expecting something more befitting of a scoundrel such as I?”

She rolled her eyes at his drama. “Well, Liam said you enjoyed sailing, maybe I thought you were a pirate,”

“Alas, such a profession is frowned upon by societal norms. Plus, I wouldn’t get benefits with just a ship and a crew.” He took a tea bag from the jar of Liam’s favorite Irish breakfast tea. He paused, “Are you sure you don’t want any, Swan?” He was way too considerate for her liking, but she tried not to let it fuel her bubbling hatred. He would be with them for a little while, and she didn’t want it to be awkward.

 “I’m good, I promise. I will, however, make some hot chocolate.” She went straight for the cinnamon, extracting it from its place in the cupboard before grabbing the mix and her favorite mug. She’d just finished stirring her drink when she was interrupted by her phone ringing. “Hey, Liam,” she greeted.

“Emma, where are you right now?” His voice was a little panicked, a little hurried.

“I’m at home with your brother, why? What’s going on?”

“Turn on the news. Now.” She rushed to change from her Netflix show to the local news channel.

“Breaking news for the Boston area: we are going into a mandated lockdown. The lockdown begins at midnight tonight, so I hope you have stocked up on all your essentials. There will be limited officials who will be able to deliver supplies upon request, but unfortunately it looks like we will be stuck for at least two weeks. Stay tuned for the latest—”

Emma stopped listening, trying to figure out how the fuck she was this unlucky. One more day, and Liam would have been home. But no, of course he couldn’t be. Now she was trapped with his smirk-happy, younger, more annoying (and more attractive, though she wasn’t quite ready to admit that yet) brother.

“Emma?” she’d forgotten that she was on the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I just heard,” she was trying very hard to remain calm. “Are you sure we’re not just being pranked right now? Like maybe this is some new reality TV show thing that they’re trying out and they’re trying to convince everyone the world is ending,” she knew it was far-fetched and absolutely ridiculous at this point to hope it wasn’t real, but it was easier to process than her present situation.

“I really don’t think that’s it, Emma,” he replied, and the way he said her name reminded her that she needed to relax.

“You’re right,” she took a deep breath. “I’m fine, look, I’m gonna go figure out how we stand on supplies. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Call me anytime,” he replied, and she was struck by the fact that she had people now, but it was not the time for that brand of breakdown.

“Looks like we’re stuck together,” Killian joked once she was off the phone, but she could see that the smirk didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a bit of fear behind them, and somehow it made her feel better.

Her panic was still fresh, and she needed to get away from that room and that man. “I’m gonna...go see how much toilet paper we have left,” and she left as fast as she could without actually running.

It wasn’t that she was worried about her health. She was fine, and David, Mary Margaret, Ruby, Liam, Elsa, Anna...her family was all in good health. A lot of the world would be okay, and a lot of the world would not be. But that part was surreal, far away. And also out of her control, which wasn’t exactly something that made her jump with joy. What she could control and worry about was her new roommate for the foreseeable future.

Killian was somehow simultaneously easy and hard to hate. Somehow. His tendency to flirt with anything that breathed and the fact that he could see right through her like he knew her...that made it easy to hate him. But she had also seen, not only in the last twenty minutes or so but also in Liam’s infinite stories of him, that he had that bad boy with a heart of gold thing that just so happened to be her fictional character ‘type.’

It didn’t help that her mind was at war. One side of her, the instinctual, foster kid side, told her to run. Avoid him like the plague. Ironic, really. She wanted to hide in her room for two weeks or a month or however long they’d be stuck in her now-too-small apartment.

But the other side, the side that came directly as a product of spending years in the company of her friends—no, her family—told her to open herself up to him, take advantage of the time she’d have with him and try to really get to know him, to see the man Liam had raved about for years.

Needless to say, Emma had a headache.

She spent ten minutes or so just pacing in her room, before deciding to actually check to see how much toilet paper she had in her personal bathroom. Once she’d calmed down enough, she returned to the kitchen, only to find Killian rifling through the pantry.

“What are you doing?” She hoped it didn’t sound like an accusation, but an innocent inquiry.

He didn’t seem fazed by it and simply replied, “I’m trying to determine how long we can survive without supplies,”

“And?” She’d succeeded this time in making her voice much more inquisitive than sharp.

He moved to face her, done with his assessment of the cabinet. “And, we have plenty of alcohol, a good amount of coffee as well as a few other beverages, and on the food front, I think we’ll be okay for about two weeks.”

“Good, good. I’m sure we’ll be able to get groceries before then,” she said, although there was no way she could be so certain.

 She cleared her throat anxiously, “Look, Jones, I think we should be friends.”

“Friends?” His stupid eyebrow was doing that thing again.

“Yes, friends. We’re stuck together, so we might as well make the most of it. I think if either of us would like to retain a single shred of sanity by the end of this, we have to get along.”

 “I wasn’t aware that we weren’t already friends, Swan,” his gaze made her stomach turn.

 “Oh really? You think I’m just this warm and bubbly to all my close pals?” She joked, then added, “Do you think we can just start over?”

 “Of course, love,”

 She held out her hand, and he took it. “I’m Emma Swan,”

“Killian Jones. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance, Swan,” he grinned.

 She rolled her eyes once more at his drama. “Now that that’s over with, what should we do now that we have all this time?”

“Well, I do have one idea…” his voice was so suggestive and seductive it should be a crime.

 “Woah, woah, woah,” she held up a hand as if she could force his train of thought to come to a stop.

 “Come now, Swan, I was going to suggest a movie. I don’t know where your mind went, but my idea was entirely innocent,” he assured her, although the teasing in his voice made her positive of what he’d intended her to think.

 “Ah, yes, a movie. Of course,” she nodded, crossing the room to take her place on the couch. He joined her tentatively, taking Liam’s usual seat on the other end of the sofa. “Any suggestions?” She asked, and he looked thoughtfully for a moment.

“I’m not sure, do you have a genre preference?”

Her lips ticked up a little, “Well, lately I’ve been on a rom-com marathon, but I’m not sure how much you’d enjoy that,”

He feigned offense, “I am always in the mood for a romantic comedy, Swan. I’m insulted that you would assume otherwise,”

She put her hands up as if in surrender. “Okay, okay, I shouldn’t have assumed. But do you have any ideas?”

“Well, what do you have?”

After showing him her extensive movie collection that she was extremely proud of, he selected one of her favorites and they settled in.

What shocked her more than the fact that Killian Jones enjoyed romantic comedies was that he also got rather worked up when the characters did something he didn’t agree with. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised her very much, given his tendency for drama in his life, but it was still jarring to have him yell at Jude Law.

“Come on, mate,” he muttered, exasperated. When she looked at him curiously, he exclaimed, “Well, he’s just letting her go!”

But all was well, of course, because Cameron Diaz decided not to leave, and as always, everyone lived happily ever after.

Once the credits rolled across the screen, Emma excused herself to go to bed.

“Sleep well, Swan,” his voice was unusually soft.

“You too, Jones,” she called over her shoulder as she headed towards her room.

It was annoying how often he crept into her mind as she went through her nightly routine. He was a baffling man, and it was getting harder to hate him. Especially after seeing him call Jack Black ‘blind.’

“He’s been in love with her since he laid eyes on her, Swan,” he’d said.

She looked forward to seeing more rom-coms with him in the coming weeks, and that kind of freaked her out. She’d never say it out loud.

Emma woke to the smell of bacon, and it startled her. But as soon as she remembered the night before, one Killian Jones, Mr. Would You Like Any Tea, she really should have known. She didn’t mind in the least, as her usual breakfast was just toast or cereal, or if she was going out, a good bearclaw.

“Good morning, love,” he greeted, just as cheery as his brother at that time in the morning.

“Is it a Jones family requirement to be a morning person?” Emma was famously grumpy before 11 o’clock, even more so if she didn’t have a warm beverage in her hand.

He just laughed, and placed a mug of something in her hand. When she stared at him questioningly, he told her, “some hot chocolate, Swan.” With an eye roll, he turned to flip a pancake.

She took a sip carefully, mostly because her brain was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She looked down at the drink she was holding. “This has cinnamon in it,”

“Aye, that’s how you like it, isn’t it?” Although he faced the stovetop, she knew that his eyebrow would be raised.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just trying to figure out how you knew that,”

“You made some for yourself last night, Swan. Remember?” He told her, as if it were the most obvious thing.

“Oh yeah,” she muttered. He noticed. And remembered.

At this point, to say that she hated Killian Jones would be an outright lie. This charming, annoying, thoughtful man was making her breakfast and he remembered how she liked a drink she made in front of him one time.

In fact, if she were a different person, she might even say that she liked him.

“It’s ready, Swan,” he said.

She watched him as he took two plates to an already set table. She would not let this freak her out, she promised herself. She knew how important it was that they both try to have fun and relax during this extremely confusing and anxiety-inducing time.

So instead of obeying that voice in her head that was yelling at her to run, Emma took a seat across from Killian at the table and smiled at him.

After breakfast, they brainstormed activities, then got to work. Although, it was much more like play.

Emma beat Killian at Wii bowling, but he kicked her butt at tennis.

“Oh, come on! How are you this good?” She cried after he scored on her yet again.

“I don’t know, love, I guess I’m just a very skilled man,” he told her with a wink.

They got a little too competitive once they started playing baseball, and they decided it was better to stop playing than to potentially cause permanent damage to any furniture.

“We could reorganize the kitchen,” Killian suggested.

“Are you kidding? That sounds terrible,” she grumbled.

He chuckled at her childish attitude. “It’ll be fun,”

She wasn’t sure how that worked, but somehow it did. They reorganized the pantry and all the cabinets before she started whining. “This is horrible,”

“Fine, Swan. What do you suggest we do?”

“I’ve been meaning to change the light bulbs in my bathroom for like six months,” she said.

He rolled his eyes. Maybe she should start counting. “Okay, and after those five minutes?”

“I’ll let you know when we get there,”

It did take five minutes, but then she decided to find a new mop on Amazon for the one she’d been thinking about replacing for a year. Killian very harshly judged her shopping methods, claiming that she shouldn’t buy it unless she is able see it and touch it herself, but she reminded him that they couldn’t exactly go out.

They ended up going back to the Wii, this time playing Wii Sports Resort. He complained that basketball was a stupid game when she won, and then proceeded to kick her ass at swordplay.

“Swordplay? Really?”

“Come on, Swan, you yourself called me a pirate,” he teased.

She shook her head, “I did not, I only said I thought you might be a pirate.”

“Same thing,”

She sighed, “do you think it’s lunchtime yet?”

He looked at his watch, groaning. “It’s only been an hour and a half,”

“What?” She almost screamed. “How is this even possible? I thought it had been like four,”

“Unfortunately not,” he sighed. “But don’t lose heart, Swan. I’m sure there’s lots more we can do,” he said, and thought for a moment. “Do you have any board games?”

“Oh hell yeah,” she led him to their game closet, and he immediately went for Monopoly. “That’s a dangerous game, Jones,” she warned.

“I’m well aware, Swan.” He met her wild eyes, “And I do so love a challenge.”

“You’re on,”

They played for three hours, and they were quite equal opponents. Neither let the other hoard all the railroads, and they were good at snatching up the last of a color before the other could have a monopoly.

But then Killian landed on Park Place. He already had Boardwalk.

“No!” Emma cried, but of course he purchased it, and began piling on the houses.

It was a long time before Emma landed on either property, but she did. It didn’t damage her bank too much, but she knew she wouldn’t survive a second payment.

Sure, in a typical game, Park Place and Boardwalk weren’t really the smartest investments. They take up so little space on the board, it’s complete luck to have a player land on it. But because they were both so strategic throughout the earlier game, neither even held a monopoly until Killian got ahold of Park Place. And in a game of just two players, trading wasn’t going to happen.

She cringed when he added a hotel, and just hoped she wouldn’t have to find out what the rent on that one was.

A few turns later, she landed on Boardwalk. “Pay up, love,” he was absolutely beaming, and instead of handing over the cash, she just started throwing hotels at his head.

They called it off after that.

 “Tell you what, Swan, I’ll think about forgiving you if you help me make lunch,”

She considered it for a moment, but decided it was for the best. “Fine, just don’t make me do anything difficult.”

They just had grilled cheese and tomato soup (unfortunately there were no onion rings on hand), but it was the best damn grilled cheese she’d ever had. She hoped it had more to do with a secret ingredient Killian had somehow added when her back was turned, rather than the person who made it.

They decided to try to do some work, but it was short lived. Emma studied the information she had on her current skip for a little bit, but there was no further she could go without actually tracking the guy down.

Killian was also unable to get very much done, because as he discovered shortly after opening his computer, the company he was working with at the moment had temporarily shut down. He couldn’t exactly strategize without a company to work with.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” he declared once they both realized there was no work to be done.

Emma just stared out the window for a few minutes, never before wanting to go out more than in that moment. Wordlessly, she got up, searching in a drawer beneath the TV.

“Ah ha!” She held up the treasure she’d just located.

“Fuck yes,” Killian jumped to turn the Wii back on.

She laughed at his enthusiasm. “Just to warn you, I am a pro at Mario Kart.”

“Of course you are, Swan,” he smirked.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a very talented woman, love, and I’d never claim otherwise.”

“But?”

“But, that’s what you said about Monopoly. And we saw how that turned out...” She smacked him playfully on the arm at the reminder of her painful loss.

“No, no, no, Jones. I never said I was a pro. If I remember correctly, I only implied that I was good.”

“Fine. We’ll just have to see who the true champion is, won’t we?”

She was good; ‘pro’ wasn’t an easily-earned term for Emma. Killian couldn’t deny that she was extremely skilled. They played for an hour, and Killian had only won twice. He admitted defeat, which was a difficult thing for him to do.

She bowed at his recognition, secretly very proud of herself at beating him after not playing for like three years.

Emma left after a little while to take a shower, surprisingly sweaty after Mario Kart. She used her time under the hot water to release her tight muscles in her back and shoulders. She was sure they were a product of her tensing over the remote, absolutely determined not to let him win.

She tried not to let her mind drift to him as she attempted to relax, but that was proving more and more difficult as she spent time with him. It certainly didn’t help that she was pretty much only spending time with him. But that was inevitable.

She took her time brushing her hair out and getting dressed, trying not to let her newfound sense of calm to slip away.

She was just considering returning to the living room when a Skype call came through on her computer.

“Emma! How are you? Are you okay there by yourself?” Mary Margaret asked, the worried mom-friend as usual.

“I’m fine, I’m great. And I’m not alone, Liam’s brother is here, remember?”

She cringed at David’s sudden appearance next to Mary Margaret. “Oh yeah? And how’s that going?” David asked, a hint of something with an edge in his voice. Accusation? She wasn’t sure.

“It’s great. I promise,” she hoped her words would calm him. It’s a good thing he was married to the mom of the friend group, because he was definitely the dad. “We’ve mostly just been playing Wii. I just destroyed him in Mario Kart,” she told them proudly.

Mary Margaret laughed, and David added, “Attagirl,” as if she were actually his child. Ridiculous, but it made her smile.

They chatted for a little while, catching up on all the personal life things they’d been missing the last few days in an attempt to do some social distancing.

“But I guess the party’s canceled now. I hope this is all better by the Fourth of July, or I’m going to be very grumpy,” Mary Margaret nearly pouted, and it made Emma laugh.

“I’ll let the authorities know that it’s gotta be finished before then, okay?” Emma teased.

“Swan?” Killian called, knocking on her door. “May I come in?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” She asked as he cracked open the door, just his head peeking in.

“I was wondering what you’d like for dinner, but I can come back later, I can see you’re occupied.” He moved to close the door, but she stopped him.

“No, no, it’s fine.” She gestured for him to come in, and then angled her computer a bit to introduce them. “Guys, this is Killian, Liam’s brother. Jones, this is Mary Margaret and David. They like to think they’re my parents,” she grinned at their objections.

“It’s nice to meet you, Killian,” Mary Margaret said once she was done reprimanding Emma.

He shifted nervously, and he had this look on his face that she couldn’t quite read. “It’s lovely to make your acquaintance.”

He was the pinnacle of manners, and she should’ve seen it coming with the way Liam was.

“I heard that Emma kicked your ass in Mario Kart Wii,” David said, pride dripping from his voice. It made heat rush to her cheeks.

“Aye, that she did. It was a well earned victory,”

Once again, Emma was surprised at Killian’s words. Although it was more the tone that confused her, the hint of pride that matched David’s. It was rather unexpected.

Dinner was an interesting affair to say the least. Emma tried to help, really, but she wasn’t one for cooking. Luckily, he’d noticed that from her attempt at assistance when they’d made lunch earlier, so he was prepared.

“All you have to do is stir,” he told her.

“Are you sure?”

This made him laugh, and she caught herself watching as his eyes squinted and his head was thrown back in the movement. “I’m positive, Swan.”

Killian put together the most gourmet spaghetti and meatballs she’d ever seen, and it was fascinating to watch him flit around her kitchen, adding this and that, completely focused and in his element.

The stirring he’d tasked her with was a homemade sauce, which she thought was a little crazy, considering you could just buy some in a jar at the store. When she mentioned this, he shook his head.

“Sure, you can buy the premade sauce, but why do that when it’s so easy to make your own, plus, it’s so much better,”

She bit back a laugh at his passion for anything homemade. It was adorable.

She froze for a split second. The thought had just appeared in her head without warning. She returned to her mechanical stirring, but she remained in her head, trying to find the root of the thought. Did she really think he was adorable? She must have, or else the thought wouldn’t have been so instant. But really, you’d have to be blind to miss the attractiveness in his features, and claiming otherwise was what they called denial. Maybe it wasn’t such an important thought after all.

“It’s ready,” he informed her as he opened the fridge and pulled out an unopened bottle of red wine.

“Good thing we reorganized the kitchen earlier, or else you wouldn’t know where the corkscrew is,” she grinned.

“You’re so right, Swan. A wonderful idea on my part,”

They enjoyed their meal in a comfortable, companionable silence. It was kind of funny, how completely opposite their relationship was from just the night before. She’d dreaded his arrival for hours, and now she was starting to think that perhaps she was trapped with just the right person.

She was surprised she didn’t choke on her food when the thought popped into her head. She hoped maybe some conversation would distract her from her head.

“You’re a wonderful cook,” she commented.

“Thank you, love. I learnt the importance of a well cooked meal from my mother,” he told her, fondness in his voice.

Liam never really talked about their mom, but she knew she’d died when they were young. “That’s what Liam usually says,”

“Aye, he was lucky enough to learn a lot from her before she passed, and I was lucky enough to have him to teach me when I was older,” he said, his smile much softer than before.

“He’s a good brother,”

“Aye, too good to have to put up with my shit,” he agreed, but she could hear the hidden meaning in his words.

“You know, Liam’s spent the last five years or so talking you up. Always telling me how great you are, how proud he is of you...it got pretty annoying after the first few times,” she tried to make it casual enough that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable with her confession.

His eyes got slightly bluer somehow, and his smile turned into a smirk. “Well, how could he not boast about me?”

She decided that her mission was successful, and it eased a weight around her heart to see him accept this new information.

After a second glass of wine, she helped him clean up. He washed, she dried, that was the system, and a good one at that. They made quite the team.

They chose another rom-com from her collection, and once again Emma enjoyed Killian’s comments, although this time most of his anger was directed towards Justin Long. “Does he really think he’s not completely in love with her? That’s ridiculous,” he huffed.

She grinned, “I don’t know what to tell you, Jones. Men are blind, I guess,”

He shook his head. “Not all men are that blind, love, I promise.”

She tried not to think about his words as she climbed into bed. She was exhausted after all that competition and emotional energy. There were so many little things she’d picked up on over the course of the day, it was no wonder she was so good at her job.

She didn’t hate him, and probably never did. He was far too thoughtful to be real, too considerate. He read her like a goddamn book and she had no idea how to deal with it. She just hoped their understanding of each other would be to her advantage and not cause her harm.

Over the next few days, the two of them fell into somewhat of a routine. Killian would make breakfast, then they would goof off and play games until lunch. After that, they tried to do something productive, but as the days passed that got a bit harder, especially after they’d deep cleaned the whole house. On day four, they prepared what Emma called ‘niche powerpoint presentations.’ It was a good way to kill an hour or two, especially when Killian created a literal Ted Talk about why Peter Pan is actually the villain. It made Emma laugh so hard her stomach hurt.

After their productive time, they’d give each other some privacy for whatever they needed or wanted to do. Emma usually just showered and Skyped her friends, although one day she took a nap.

Then it was dinner, which Killian would make, and then Emma would help him clean up. They finished off their days with a rom-com that usually had Killian annoyed at this character or another. It was funny (and adorable) every time.

On day five, Liam and Elsa Skyped her, and Emma brought her computer out to sit on the coffee table so they could both talk.

“So Emma, how are you getting along with my little brother. Is he giving you a lot of trouble?” Liam chuckled.

“Younger. Younger brother,” Killian muttered, arms crossing his chest like a four-year-old.

“No, he’s been feeding me, so that’s good,”

“I was a bit worried you might starve with me gone for so long,” Liam teased.

Killian rolled his eyes. “You know I’m perfectly capable of cooking, Liam,”

“Oh of course, of course,” he agreed too quickly. Emma was no expert at sibling relationships, but she was pretty sure that he was implying he was the superior cook. He wasn’t, but she was afraid she was beginning to become biased, so she didn’t trust herself to say it.

“Emma, have you been talking to David and Mary Margaret much?” Elsa asked.

“We Skype just about every day. They’re so parent-y, still,”

“That’s definitely not a word, Swan. ‘Parent-y,’ really, that’s not even creative,” Killian shook his head in feigned disappointment.

“I’m sorry, but I momentarily blacked out and forgot the word parental. Are you happy?”

“Overjoyed.”

“At least I don’t have to worry about you two destroying the apartment,” Liam said.

“What are you implying?” Emma raised her eyebrows.

“I figured that by now you would’ve murdered him, Emma, but you’re more tolerant than I thought,” he said.

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it once or twice,” she ignored his call of ‘hey!’ and added, “but I would’ve been left with the mess, plus it would’ve just been me for two weeks and that doesn’t sound fun,”

“That’s understandable,” Liam nodded seriously.

“We’re so proud of you, Emma,”

They ended the call a little while later, and all was well until Elsa called her just after she’d gotten out of the shower.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to talk to you, uh, alone,” Elsa said.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“No, no, everything’s fine. Sorry, I realize how that sounded. No, I mean...you and Killian seem to be getting along really well,”

“Oh,” that made her pause. “What makes you say that?”

“I kind of thought you still hated him, but, well, you guys were very much flirting while we were on Skype, Emma,”

“Oh.”

She’d gotten so used to his company and their playful banter that she didn’t even realize what had been right in front of her. “Oh,” she repeated once it sunk in. “Well shit,”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea. I’ll, um, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Emma, are you sure—”

“Bye, Elsa,” she hung up before she could finish her sentence.

Over the course of the next few minutes, Emma’s brain became what she liked to refer to as a Shit Tornado. It was just...shit. Flying around, spinning, going one hundred and fifty miles per hour and destroying everything in its path.

She liked him, like liked him. Yes, the official middle school definition. She actually cared about him, and she had no idea how it happened. But did he also care? She should’ve figured that one out days ago, really. The hot chocolate that first morning? It was so obvious. There were so many looks she tried to ignore, on both ends, actually. Many comments she pretended never happened. God, she said that men were blind, but holy shit! She might as well donate her eyes, because she clearly hadn’t been using them.

She wasn’t sure how long she let the Shit Tornado ravage her brain as she sat on the floor of her bathroom, but there was a knock on the door.

“Swan?” His voice was soft and sweet and fuck.

“Go away,” she muttered, absolutely in no state to see him.

“Love, what’s going on?”

He was so goddamn nice it made her want to cry. “Nothing,” it was a blatant lie, they both knew it, but she didn’t care. There was silence on the other side of the door, and she wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or disappointed.

But after a moment, he said, “I have rum,”

She sighed, going against at least half of the cells in her body and reaching up to open the door.

He was extremely polite and didn’t mention the fact that she was just in a robe, and he moved to sit beside her on the floor. Wordlessly, he unscrewed the cap to his flask and passed it to her.

She took a few sips and returned it to him. He didn’t pressure her to speak, and at this point that didn’t shock her. He wanted to wait until she was comfortable.

“Do you remember when we first met?” She asked.

“Of course,”

“I was a little rude,” she said quietly. “Do you know why?” He just shook his head, letting her continue without interrupting. She smiled. It was a weak one, but it was still a smile. “Something you said really freaked me out,” she looked at him.

His eyes found hers, and she could see that he was searching his memory.

“You said, ‘try something new, darling. It’s called trust,’”

“I sounded like a jackass,” he mumbled.

She laughed, “That’s not what freaked me out. What freaked me out was that just before you’d said that, I wanted to trust you. I felt like I could, and I’d known you for like ten minutes. Everyday, when I’m working or whatever I’m doing, I listen to my gut. That day, it was telling me to trust you, to open myself up to you. But I couldn’t risk being wrong, and it was so startling to want to trust someone, and I just-I couldn’t handle it. So I pushed you away,”

“That makes perfect sense, love.”

She sighed. “But this funny thing has been happening. I don’t want to push you away anymore,”

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I’d like to not be pushed away,” he told her. “But I also want you to be comfortable, and happy,”

“I know, but I realized today that I am comfortable. So comfortable it scared me,”

“Look, Emma, I know you’ve been hurt before. I know that it takes a lot to earn your trust, and I want you to know that it would be very much worth the effort, for me.” He shifted to face her properly. “I don’t do things part way, Swan. You should know that. If you’re willing to give this a shot, I’m ready to go all in,”

She stared at him for a moment, as if she were expecting to wake up from a dream or snap out of some sort of hallucination. “I’d like to try to give this a shot,” it was just a whisper, but the effect it had on his whole being was massive. His grin alone created a fire that warmed her heart.

Emma awoke with that childlike first-day-of-summer hopefulness, ready for all the joy and possibilities that lay in front of her.

But once she was out of her room and staring at him at the stove, she realized that she had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to act or even feel. She had a new tornado in her brain, but this one was the polar opposite of the Shit Tornado, this was a...Joy Tornado? It was definitely not something she’d experienced before.

 “Swan! I trust you slept well,” he said, handing her a mug. Her favorite mug, as usual, the yellow handmade-looking one that she used everyday, the one he discovered after that first day when she’d mentioned it offhand. Every day after that, that was the mug he would hand her as soon as she stumbled out of her room, hands rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

 “Your breakfast is on the table,” he informed her. He looked almost as excited as she felt, and it was really cute.

He joined her a minute later, his usual place at the table passed over for the seat beside her. She tried not to let it distract her, but unfortunately the Joy Tornado was picking up speed.

There was a different ease between them, something that had been a result of their conversation the night before. She caught herself watching him in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to just twenty-four hours earlier.

They made cupcakes for some reason, maybe because they discovered there was absolutely nothing else to do, and Emma couldn’t remember a time when she laughed more.

“Swan, try this!” He called, handing her a spoon with a bit of the chocolate batter.

It was heaven, and not just because she hadn’t had cupcake batter in years. When she gave him back the spoon, he tried it himself, and she couldn’t help but watch as the dark batter touched his lips.

Once he noticed she was staring, his eyebrow did that thing again, although this time the feeling in her chest wasn’t anything related to annoyance. In fact, she found it rather alluring. “See something you like, Swan?”

“Nope, not at all,” she said, a smirk creeping onto her lips.

“You’re a terrible liar, love,”

Emma caught herself far too many times thinking things that would make old Emma puke. Although ‘old’ more meant ‘a week ago.’ But she couldn’t find herself to care one bit.

They were crafting, yes crafting, with some random supplies they found hidden away in a box shoved into a corner in one of the many closets. It was pipe cleaners and stickers and children’s glue, but it was entertaining.

They’d made it a competition, of course. Whoever made the best picture in twenty minutes won, though there was no prize other than bragging rights. So naturally, the entire twenty minutes was spent throwing insults at each other, promising that their picture would be better than the other’s.

When the buzzer went off, Emma was embarrassingly proud of her creation. It was an extremely abstract landscape that reminded her of one of the places she’d lived as a foster kid. Sure, the forest was made up of pieces of green and blue pipe cleaners, but it was the best damn thing she’d ever made.

But Killian presented his masterpiece, and she almost lost it.

It was a swan. Aboard a pirate ship. Damn him.

“I think yours is brilliant, Swan,” he said, pride in his voice.  

She rolled her eyes, “You made a pirate ship, Jones. You win.”

“Well, if you insist. But I do plan on hanging both up on the fridge,” he said, and then actually got up and put them front and center, moving the magnets until they were sturdy. “There. Now, are you hungry?”

Emma spent their entire dinner trying to figure out how this man was even real. He was so considerate, and he always knew just what to say. He remembered all those little details and made her feel important. He never teased her in ways that actually inflicted any damage; it was like he knew which areas to avoid. All of this led her to one conclusion, one that she should have determined a long, long time ago: Killian wasn’t Neal.

In fact, the entire week she’d been pushing away thoughts of comparison before they could take form. When he made her hot chocolate, she’d tried not to remember how Neal could never get any of her orders right. Coffee, Chinese food, whatever, he could never get it right. Killian also never insulted the things she cared about, and took interest in the things she enjoyed. They were making the way through her rom-com collection, after all. Killian wasn’t pushy, he didn’t pry. He didn’t expect things from her that she wasn’t ready to give. It was a lot to process.

“We’re very pensive this evening, aren’t we?” Killian asked with a small smile. He too had been quiet.

“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,”

“No need to apologize, Swan,” he said, and it reminded her of another reason he wasn’t Neal. Perhaps she should start making a list.

“There’s something I’d like to tell you about,” Emma began once they’d finished eating, “but I think we’re going to need something a little stronger for this conversation,” she picked up her empty wine glass in show.

Killian nodded, moving immediately to take a bottle out of the cabinet. Rum, of course.

“Last night, there was something you said,” she told him, watching as he poured the alcohol for them. “You knew I’d been hurt before, and I think you should know about it,”

“You needn’t tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, love,”

Emma sighed, “That’s the thing, I know that I can share it with you. And I want to,” he didn’t reply, which she took as a cue to continue. “I met Neal when I was seventeen. I tried to steal a car that he had already stolen,” she laughed, and he raised an eyebrow. “I lived a much different life back then. Anyway, we fell in love, or so I thought, and we were together for a while, stealing what we needed to survive, planning to run away together after we’d had enough money. But Neal wanted to steal something bigger, some expensive watches, and when he got caught, he framed me. I went to jail for his crime,”

The silence that followed her story was deafening, and she shifted uncomfortably for a moment. “So that’s why I don’t do the whole ‘trust’ thing easily. I didn’t see it coming, and I should have.”

“Don’t blame yourself for that coward’s decisions, Emma,” his voice was quiet and restrained.

“I don’t. Or, I try not to. I know now that I was just a pawn, but it took me a long time to figure it out.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me, love,” he said, adding more alcohol to their glasses. “Well, while the rum is out, perhaps you’d like to hear my own depressing tale,” he joked, although his laugh wasn’t as hearty as she knew it to be.

“I met my first love, Milah, when I was a young lad. Twenty-three, actually. She was adventurous and a bit older, and I fell deeply in love. I didn’t know she had a husband and a son until almost a year later,”

“Shit,” Emma muttered, and he smiled.

“Aye, my sentiments exactly. But I was positively head over heels—young love and all that—so I stayed with her. We met in secret for a year after my little discovery, although it had really been secret the entire time. And then her husband forced her to move far away, I’m assuming he found out about me, and about six months after that, I’d heard that she had died in a car crash. I’m not sure if she ever truly loved me, or if she just saw me as some sort of rebellious freedom,” he finished.

“Aren’t we a pair,” she said after a few minutes.

“Aye, I believe we make quite the team, love,”

They ignored Emma’s movie collection and just spent the rest of the evening consuming the contents of the bottle on the table, bonding over shared (mostly heartbreaking) experiences. She knew she would regret the last few drinks in the morning, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that Emma now understood how Killian could know her so damn well.

And she couldn’t bring herself to mind at all.

As expected, a headache greeted Emma when she got up, and the light peeking in made the pounding against her skull much worse. She groaned as she pushed herself out of her bed, hoping very much that Killian wouldn’t be as chipper as he usually was in the morning.

A rather familiar green and disgusting-looking drink sat on the counter waiting for her. “Ah, the famous Jones hangover cure,” she mumbled, grabbing it and trying not to think about what she knew it contained.

“So you’ve heard of it,” Killian’s voice was much more subdued than usual.

“Yes, Liam has made it for me many times,” she explained, and he nodded thoughtfully. She downed the glass, holding her nose as she did so. “Gross,” she commented, placing the cup on the counter.

“True, but give it half an hour,” he said, turning off the stove. “I made us omelettes this morning,”

“I didn’t expect you to make breakfast...I don’t even think I could stand up for five minutes right now,”

“What can I say, I’m a creature of habit,” he grinned, handing her a plate full of food and moving towards the table to put down his own. “Besides, I very much enjoy cooking for you, Swan.”

“Why’s that?” She wondered, crossing the kitchen to place her plate directly beside his.

She looked up when he didn’t reply right away, just in time to see him reach up to scratch behind his ear, a nervous habit she’d noticed around day three. “Perhaps it’s because that was the first time I actually made you smile, that first morning,” he said quietly.

She stared at him for a moment, her brain processing his words much slower than its usual rate.

But then her lips were on his, and she couldn’t even remember actually closing the distance between them. One minute he was three feet away, the next minute, he wasn’t.

His body froze for just a fraction of a second before he responded, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair. Emma’s fingers played at the hair that rested at the nape of his neck as she stood on her toes just to be closer.

It was passionate and desperate and Emma could spend an eternity there, but before that could happen, Killian took one step to separate them. She looked at him for a moment, brow furrowed in a question.

“As much as I am enjoying this, love, and I am, I think we should stop before we take this elsewhere,”

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“I’m not interested in a one-time thing, Emma. It’s important to me that you know that,”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

“Of course I want to, believe me, love. I just...I have a history of one night stands, and I don’t want you to think that’s what this is. One night with you would certainly not be enough,”

She blinked for a second. “I don’t want this to be a one night stand, Killian. That would be really difficult to pull off, too, because we’re kind of stuck here, remember?” She joked.

He chucked. “True, very true.” He scratched behind his ear again, “I wasn’t—I’m not rejecting you, love.”

“I know, and I understand. I also have been known to have a one night stand here or there, and I agree. Maybe jumping right in wouldn’t be the best course of action, here.”

In response, Killian bent down to place a much more chaste kiss on her lips.  

 Emma spent the next few hours reminding herself of his words, convincing herself that he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t rejecting her. She knew it, it made sense, yet that part of her, that annoying little voice that liked to tell her she wasn’t enough, told her that he didn’t want her. At least, the little voice had been trying to, until Killian’s actions spoke louder.

They watched a movie instead of being productive, and he very neatly tucked her into his side as soon as they sat down. She couldn’t even pay attention as Ryan Reynolds was being yelled at by Sandra Bullock, because Killian kept tracing the back of her hand with his thumb.

 And then when the movie was over, he pulled her up off the couch, dragging her to the kitchen where he made her a hot chocolate. Killian found casual, normal, everyday reasons to touch her, and she loved it. It was the casual intimacy that she’d never had before, and it made her heart so full that it hurt.

“David, will you relax? We are not going to run out of toilet paper. We’re fine!” Emma tried to convince him. They’d been Skyping for about ten minutes in the living room when Killian came out of his (Liam’s) bedroom.

“I can just order you some. Right now. I’m on the site already,” David said, holding up his phone.

 “We have plenty, right Killian?” She asked, and he came over to sit beside her on the couch.

“Yes, mate, we’ve got enough to last us three months if need be,” he told him.

“I told you, David. You’re so dramatic,” Mary Margaret said, but there was so much love in her voice that it was clearly not an insult.

“Yeah, you and Killian could start a club,” Emma nudged him playfully.

Killian just shook his head, grinning at her. She couldn’t help but grin back.

“Emma?” Mary Margaret called.

“Yeah?”

“This might sound crazy, but are you two…is something going on between you two?”

Emma’s eyes widened, and she looked at Killian, no idea how to reply. He just gave this little encouraging nod, and she sighed. “Fine. You caught us,”

“I knew it!” Mary Margaret exclaimed.

“Okay, what? You just...started dating in the midst of a global catastrophe?” David interjected.

“It’s not like we planned it!” Emma said indignantly.

Killian beamed, “No, this was definitely not planned. Although, I couldn’t have picked a better person to be in quarantine with than you, love,”

Emma ignored Mary Margaret’s loud ‘awe’ and replied, “Damn right. You could say that we make a great quaranTeam,”

Killian pretended to be deeply offended by her terrible pun, putting a hand over his chest. “Swan, I daresay that was the worst pun I’ve ever heard,”

“What are you gonna do? Break up with me?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“I would never,” he said seriously, and it made her heart stop.

She was glad that she had an indefinite amount of time to figure that one out.

[flirting-with-psychology]

2014/2015/2016/2017/2018 New Years Survey

1: What did you do in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018 that you’d never done before?

2014: Had sex

2015: Got further in my love life

2016: Went to the PAC 12 Championship, and about to go to a bowl game

2017: Graduated and moved in with friends

2018: Had a real film client

2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? 2014: I don’t think I actually made any. I might try to this year

2015: I kept a lot of them, and I will probably make new ones

2016: I can’t remember what they were. I might make new ones

2017: I can’t remember what they were. I am making new ones

2018: I can’t remember what they are, and I might make a couple new ones

3: Did anyone close to you give birth? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My mom’s ex-boyfriend’s daughter

2017: No

2018: No

4: Did anyone close to you die? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My friend Zach, although we hadn’t really talked much for a couple of years so we weren’t close anymore

2017: No

2018: My cat and my great aunt

5: What countries did you visit? 2014: I stayed in my home country this year, but hopefully I will travel more in 2015 or 2016, I am planning to study abroad

2015: I stayed in my home country but I am planning to study abroad in 2016

2016: I studied abroad in Italy :)

2017: I went to London with my mom

2018: I stayed at home

6: What would you like to have in 2015/2016/2017/2018/2019 that you lacked in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: A boyfriend, more confidence, and a more interesting personality

2015: A boyfriend and more confidence

2016: A boyfriend already goddamnit it’s time

2017: An official boyfriend and a film job

2018: A boyfriend, a film job, and probably a car

7: What dates from 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? 2014: 12/13/14, the day I had sex, and it was interesting because I had my first kiss on 11/12/13

2015: 9/3/15 was the day of the Old Chicago watch party where Hawaii flirted me.

2016: 6/8/16 the day I found out Zach had died

2017: 8/21/17, the solar eclipse

2018: 8/7/18 moving into the B Flat

8: What was your biggest achievement of the year? 2014: I think my Blank Space video was cool. Also I got a job

2015: Maybe finally starting to go to the gym and get confidence

2016: My short film Pancakes, which had a full film crew

2017: Graduated college

2018: Did some film work for Sonic Octane

9: What was your biggest failure? 2014: Letting myself remain unhappy instead of figuring out how to change it

2015: Losing some of the confidence I gained in the fall

2016: Kinda giving up on trying, in various ways

2017: Did not get back into working out

2018: Not letting myself try things and fail

10: Did you suffer illness or injury? 2014: I had a trifecta of stomach flu, pink eye, and common cold during finals week. I also cut my foot open at Water World and it got infected

2015: I was sick for a month from kissing Hawaii

2016: Yeah, that month-long Hawaii plague kinda turned into a year-long strike from my immune system. Also, I got a node in my thyroid. So far it’s benign, just a weird lump

2017: I had to get surgery to remove the thyroid node

2018: I had a cough for 2 months

11: What was the best thing you bought? 2014: A Netflix subscription

2015: My TV

2016: All my Italy souvenirs. Idk I can’t pinpoint one thing

2017: Sebastian the pirate merman ornament

2018: I think the gold Giani Bernini shoes were this year

12: Whose behaviour merited celebration? 2014: My mom’s boyfriend is finally apologizing to her and trying to make up for cheating on her last year, and he actually seems to be working really hard to change

2015: Vincent has become close friends with me and shows a lot of bravery in how he handles things

2016: The football team finally got good

2017: My film class for all we accomplished and helping each other on projects

2018: My coworker and I actually became friends even though I didn’t like her at first

13: Whose behaviour made you appalled? 2014: There were a few guys who bailed on me without explanation, but the biggest one is my friend who stopped talking to me, apparently because I vented to her too much, but did not give me any chance to fix it and seems to hate me now

2015: All the guys who were too cowardly to text me back

2016: This one dude in Italy on my study abroad program made out, etc with me, then told me not to tell anyone because there was a different girl he wanted to get with

2017: My friend and his girlfriend got mad at me for seeking out another ride because they drove recklessly

2018: A guy who cheated on someone with me, and me a little for enabling it

14: Where did most of your money go? 2014: A lot went into camera and film equipment rentals. Unfortunately quite a bit also went into the vending machine

2015: Random stuff, and more than usual went to holiday presents

2016: Groceries and clothes and knick knacks

2017: Rent

2018: Macy’s

15: What did you get really, really, really excited about? 2014: I went to the Telluride Film Festival with a school group

2015: Getting to go on a band trip

2016: Getting to go on 3 (three!) band trips

2017: Graduating and London

2018: Las Vegas film shoot

16: What song will always remind you of 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: Songs tend to remind me of people, and the songs that remind me of the people of 2014 are “Don’t Cha” for Captain and “Wildest Dreams” for Marble. Also, Blank Space for all of them

2015: Taylor Swift’s 1989 album

2016: Shut Up and Dance

2017: Not sure if I have one. Maybe the Anastasia soundtrack

2018: Maybe Waving Through a Window

17: Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? © richer or poorer? 2014: A) Maybe a little sadder. I’m just getting more desperate as more time passes with me single. B) About the same, maybe a couple pounds fatter. C) Richer, now that I have a job

2015: A) Happier. B) Thinner. C) About the same, maybe a little richer. I’m not excellent at saving

2016: A) Happier. I was about to say sadder, because I think this year as a whole I’ve been sadder than last year as a whole, but I remembered that in december I was trying to get over Hawaii and that sucked ass. B) Fatter. C) About the same, maybe a bit richer

2017: A) About the same. Maybe a little sadder, I kind of miss college. B) Probably about the same. C) Probably poorer because I actually have to pay rent now. But I also make a lot more money so maybe it evens out

2018: A) Maybe a little happier. B) Fatter. C) About the same

18: What do you wish you’d done more of? 2014: Adventures, swing dancing, and maybe a little more textbook reading

2015: Enjoying myself and trying new experiences, and getting the most out of school

2016: Exercising, making friends in Italy

2017: I wish I had done more in college as a whole

2018: Making friends and flirting, and learning how to work hard

19: What do you wish you’d done less of? 2014: Fighting with my parents, perhaps, and maybe less being sad or worried around people because clearly it pushes them away

2015: Worrying about things

2016: Thinking about Hawaii

2017: Strategizing

2018: Overthinking

20: How did you spend Christmas? 2014: With my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2015: Oops awk, I’m doing this early. But I will spend it with my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2016: Lol I’m doing it early again. I think I am just gonna be chilling, I’ll probably do Hanukkah that night

2017: I keep doing it early. Idk maybe watch a movie or something

2018: I’m gonna chill and maybe see a movie with my mom

21: Did you fall in love in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: No, I don’t think so. Maybe, with Captain a little

2015: Not quite

2016: I stayed in love with Captain. I’m pretty sure that started before this year but maybe not. I told him that I loved him this year, though

2017: Almost maybe, but not quite

2018: No

22: What was your favourite TV program? 2014: Supernatural

2015: How to Get Away With Murder

2016: Suits

2017: Friends

2018: Dexter or Criminal Minds

23: Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? 2014: My friend who hates me, I’m starting to hate her back

2015: I still don’t really hate anyone

2016: Don’t really hate anyone

2017: Yeah. Didn’t know her last year

2018: Not really

24: What was the best book you read? 2014: Mistborn

2015: The Testing, maybe

2016: Mistborn series

2017: Mistborn series. Also not quite a book but the Choices game

2018: Here Lies Daniel Tate

25: What was your greatest musical discovery? 2014: Blank Space

2015: Shut Up and Dance

2016: Collabro

2017: Anastasia the Musical

2018: Dear Evan Hansen

26: What did you want and get? 2014: A job, new experiences

2015: More confidence, losing weight, better friend relationships

2016: A bowl trip, a summer abroad

2017: I may be on the path to getting a boyfriend?

2018: Film work, good roommates

27: What did you want and not get? 2014: A boyfriend, to lose weight, more confidence and conversational skills

2015: A boyfriend

2016: A boyfriend

2017: Cadence

2018: A boyfriend, to lose weight

28: What was your favourite film of this year? 2014: The Imitation Game or Guardians of the Galaxy

2015: The Martian or Inside Out

2016: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

2017: Coco

2018: A Star Is Born

29: What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? 2014: Being in college

2015: Better friend relationships

2016: The football team doing well

2017: Graduating

2018: The B Flat

30: How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018? 2014: Lazy

2015: Thift-shoppy

2016: Lazy

2017: Lazy when I was in school except for the days I saw Cadence, and then more fashionable when I got my job

2018: Business Lazy

31: What kept you sane? 2014: Hope for the future

2015: Belief in myself I guess

2016: Genetics and environmental factors that have not yet caused insanity

2017: Not sure

2018: Structure

32: Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? 2014: Chris Pratt

2015: Still Chris Pratt I think

2016: Chris Pratt is a sexy, sexy man

2017: Yup. Or Kit Harington

2018: Maybe Tom Holland

33: What political issue stirred you the most? 2014: Probably the Leelah Alcorn suicide that just happened

2015: The presidential debates are happening

2016: The presidential election, first one that I got to vote in

2017: Maybe Net Neutrality

2018: ICE Internment camps for immigrant kids

34: Who did you miss? 2014: My friend who hates me

2015: Hawaii

2016: Hawaii and Zach

2017: I missed Jessie while we were fighting

2018: Kylie

35: Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2014/2015/2016/2017/2018. 2014: Let it Go

2015: Bravery means going after what you want

2016: The importance of storyboarding

2017: Strategizing just wastes time

2018: I don’t have to be the girl who never has a boyfriend

36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. 2014: Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane

2015: I almost brought him up, but you start to talk about the movie that your family watches every single Christmas, and I’ll talk about that, for the first time, what’s past is past

2016: Buffaloes, Buffaloes, Go CU

2017: School’s out forever

2018: I’ve learned to slam on the brakes before I’ve even turned the key

[laschatzi]

A Hard Day’s Night

After a bunch of super angsty stories I had a mighty need to write some smut. I’m not even sorry. And yes, of course I stole the title!

title: A Hard Day’s Night

summary: Emma sends Killian an indecent selfie, and like Regina once said: never thinking of the consequences...

rating: m, hell yeah.

word count: 4k

also on ff.net and ao3

With her hair tied into a loose ponytail and still damp from her evening shower, Emma leaves the bathroom, just clad in a white tank top and soft grey cotton panties. As she won't be leaving the house again today and Henry isn't home, she hasn't bothered to put on a bra. She's contemplating whether to put on yoga pants or sweatpants for the cozy evening with pizza and Netflix she's planned, when the bedroom door is thrown open. Not really startled, because she knew Killian would be home around that time, she still jumps a little.

“Hey!” she greets him with a smile and walks up to him immediately, raising on her tiptoes to press a lingering kiss to his lips. They taste salty, as he has been out with his ship all day, testing and fixing the new sail he has rigged her with. Playfully, she nips at his bottom lip before releasing him. “I just got back in from the station,” she tells him, “I'm glad you're already home!”

He growls a little in response to her kiss, pulling her against him with his hand splayed on her lower back, before he replies pointedly, “So am I. For various reasons.” Stepping back, he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows at her, adding dryly, “As you certainly can imagine, love.”

Emma bats her eyelashes innocently. “I have no idea what you're talking about, husband,” she claims, the smirk playing around her lips clearly belying her.

“Oh, really?” He points his ringed index finger at her. “You are a dirty little liar, Swan,” he declares, “and a bloody tease.”

She can barely keep the self-satisfaction from her voice. “You're talking about the... message I sent?”

“Message,” he snorts. “You mean the picture you took of yourself before you were decent.”

Emma laughs, a glorious, carefree sound he could listen to all day. “Oh, come on, I wasn't even naked,” she defends herself.

“Perhaps not, but the image of you clad only in your knickers and that feeble excuse for a bodice you call brassière,” he emphasizes the French word in a way that sends tingles down her spine, “doesn't allow a man to concentrate on his task. In fact, it renders it quite...” he pauses for a moment to tilt his head and run his tongue along the inside of his teeth, “...hard.”

She grins at his innuendo and bites her full bottom lip slowly, deliberately. “Sorry?” she offers in a voice that makes clear how blatantly not sorry she actually is.

“Cheeky, are we?” he comments and takes another step back, much to her dismay.

But she knows he's playing a game, and playing along is always fun. So, she smiles seductively and breathes in a husky voice, “I'll make it up to you...” She reaches out for him, but he holds up his hand.

“Not so fast, my love,” he scolds, “I had a very long and uncomfortable day, you can display a little patience now, can't you?” With his hand and the dull curve of his hook on her shoulders he pushes her gently down to sit on the small bench in front of her dressing table. “Why don't you take a seat?”

Emma looks up at him questioningly, trying to anticipate what he's up to, but even though his eyes are dangerously sparkling with mischief now, she has no clue. Her hands are reaching out for him again, but once more, he eludes her touch and steps back. She's slightly disappointed when he turns around and saunters away from her (on the bright side, it gives her the opportunity to admire his pirate swagger), but smirks to herself when he starts to unbutton his shirt.

“What now?” she inquires to his back and hums in appreciation when he lets his shirt slip down over his shoulders. She lets her eyes roam over his bare back, wishing she could trace the scars he bears there with her fingers, and as always, her gaze gets caught by the freshest and angriest of his battle marks, right below his right shoulder blade; the scar left from the exit wound inflicted by Excalibur. The eternal reminder of how lucky they are to be still here, together – and she thanks the fates every day for that. With a little shake of her head, she clears her mind from these distressing thoughts, because now's definitely not the time for that.

Killian slips his shirt skillfully over his brace and hook, tosses it on the bed and turns around. She can't completely suppress a contented sigh and drinks in the enticing sight of her half-naked husband, clad only in his tight black jeans and his boots now. Subconsciously, she curls her fingers around the edge of the bench, wishing she'd be raking them through his chest hair instead, caressing down the flat planes of his stomach and following his treasure trail down to the waist of his jeans. While the hair on his chest is more coarse and curled, the one trailing over his stomach and further down is a bit smoother to the touch. She loves both feelings equally on her skin.

He moves his hand and hook to his belt and starts to unbuckle it, and she huffs.

“Really?” she feigns annoyance, but then accidentally betrays herself when she automatically licks her lips without even noticing. “Are you putting on a show now?”

“No,” he replies in a husky voice and pops his button open, “just relieving a little pressure.” He lowers his jeans just enough for her to see the bulge straining in his boxer briefs and plops down on the bed with a low groan that sends a bolt of heat into the pit of her stomach. “Ah, that's much better.”

Carefully, she folds her right leg over her left. “Have you been like this all day?” she inquires in a teasing tone, obviously pretty satisfied with herself.

“Was that your intention, love?” he asks back and reaches into his boxers, letting his thighs fall apart to have better access. Then he shimmies his pants a little further down and wraps his fingers around his heated flesh, pulling himself out.

Emma swallows thickly at the sight. “I could help with that,” she suggests a little breathlessly and presses her legs a little closer together.

“Oh, so now you're gonna be helpful,” Killian growls and runs his thumb slowly up and down his length in a lazy caress, “after I had to go through the day with naught but my fantasies?”

She takes the bait eagerly. “Fantasies?” she echoes and shifts a little on her bench. “About me?”

“Aye.” He closes his fist around his shaft, not too tightly, and strokes himself from base to tip and back down very slowly. “You were on my mind all day, Swan.”

She bites her lip and feels wetness pool inside her. “Tell me about it,” she encourages, trying to keep her tone nonchalant and not so desperate, but it's useless, of course. She always found his voice very enticing, but when he talks dirty... oh, that has been her downfall on more than one occasion. The combination with the show he's regaling her with is almost too hot to handle. He's aware of that, of course.

“Hmmm, let's see...” he drawls and looks at the ceiling, as if he has to strain his memory to recall the details. “First, I was thinking of taking you down to the Captain's quarters and having you on my desk. The classic, you could say.” His hand keeps moving steadily while he talks, nice and slow, and he closes his eyes for a moment with an appreciative sigh.

“Oh yeah, classic for sure,” Emma agrees, her eyes glued to his hand, and her own fingers fidgeting restlessly in the urge to touch herself, but she knows Killian would notice, and she doesn't want him to stop talking. “Bent over?” she asks hopefully.

His eyes open and focus on her again. “No,” he replies firmly, and she sees his fingers tighten their grip a bit while never stopping their rhythm, “on your back.” He savors the word, his voice dropping a little nuance. A delightful little shiver runs down her spine when he continues, “You're looking at me while I make you fall apart.” His eyes glitter with a devilish spark, and he runs his tongue across his full bottom lip and adds, “Repeatedly.”

Oh yes, he certainly has a kink for this, she knows. He loves to see and to hear what he's doing to her.

“Is there more?” she urges.

“M-hmm,” he hums almost nonchalantly, “I imagined tying you to the mast, having my wicked way with you, using my fingers and tongue... until you beg me to give it to you.” He ceases his ministrations for a moment to swipe the pad of his thumb over his tip. “Which I, of course, do gladly.”

She can see his flesh glittering with moisture, and in her mind, she can almost physically feel him against her skin, thick and hot and hard. Emma presses her lips together and squirms, trying to apply some pressure on her core. He raises his eyebrows in reprimand.

“Ah ah, what's that, love?” With a wicked grin, he tilts his head. “No friction for you, I'm afraid.” She stops moving and glares at him, trying to ignore the ache between her thighs. Killian starts to busy his hand again. “Tell me, are you wet for me yet?”

Damn that pirate. “You know I am,” she presses through clenched teeth.

“Show me,” he demands. “Spread your legs.”

God, he isn't gonna let her even have the slightest pressure, the bastard. Even though she knows the pay off will be impossibly sweeter if the pleasure is delayed like this, his relentless teasing is killing her at the moment. Regardless, she follows his demand – and how could she ever deny him anything? – and reluctantly unfolds her legs, spreading her thighs for him to see. She doesn't need to look down to know there's a dark stain of wetness on her cotton panties; actually, they're fucking soaked.

His lips curl into a wicked smile. “Oh my, getting a dose of your own medicine now, are you?” he comments and gives his tip an extra swipe, his own eyelids fluttering for a moment at the sensation, for which she could kill him.

He's a devastatingly gorgeous sight as he sits there on the edge of their bed with his upper body bare, chest puffed out and shoulders broad, legs sinfully spread, and his glorious cock grasped firmly in his hand, working himself lazily while she's condemned to helplessly watch. She wants nothing more (and seriously contemplates it for a moment) than to get up and walk over to him, swat his hand away and push him on his back, straddle him and ride him for good measure, his little game of teasing be damned. But fuck this, she knows whatever he has in mind will be worth the torture she's going through right now, so she fights back her urge and continues to play along.

“I'd rather get a dose of yours,” she replies in a strained voice, to which he chuckles amusedly.

“Of course you do,” he comments almost nonchalantly. “But don't you want to hear about my favorite fantasy, love?”

“Tell me already,” she barely manages. Funny how opposite they are – the more the sexual tension rises between them, the wordier he gets and the more monosyllabic she becomes.

“As the lady wishes,” he replies with a tilt of his head and licks his lips in a purely lewd gesture. “I make you bend over,” he emphasizes, “and grasp the helm, hold on to it, while I pull down your jeans and ravish you from behind.”

Emma is breathing heavily now. “Hard and fast,” she assumes in an almost pleading voice, because yes, she has the image in her head, very vividly, and God, she needs that now. Anything.

“Gods, no,” he replies, “nice and slow and thorough, with deep strokes, just like this.” And he stills the movements of his hand and rolls his hips forward in a dirty grind instead, languidly thrusting into his hand. His lips are slightly parted, tongue restlessly moving behind his teeth, and he groans, a deep and feral sound that rocks her right to her throbbing core.

Emma squirms again, her hips moving in sync with his, she can't help it. The sight of Killian leisurely fucking his hand drives her to the brink of madness and desire. She can feel her panties getting soaked even more, and damn, she needs to do something about it now or she'll come on the spot just from listening to him and watching him.

“I could make you feel so good...” she all but begs.

He stops the rolling of his hips and shoots her a filthy look. “You really want to get your mouth on me, don't you, Swan?”

She huffs. “Don't tell me you don't want it just as badly, Jones.”

He tilts his head. “Fair point.” Letting go of his cock, he gets up from the bed in a fluent move and saunters over to her. “Who am I to deny my wife any of her wishes?”

When she makes a move to rise from her bench, too, he holds up his hand. “Just stay comfortable right where you are, love,” he tells her and she obeys with a knowing smile, opens her arms and beckons him nearer.

As soon as he's within her reach, she grabs him at the hips and pulls him close, leaning a little forward enthusiastically. He doesn't even have to guide his cock to her mouth, she finds him, meets him eagerly, and sucks him in deep without any preliminary such as kissing, licking or nibbling which she usually revels in before getting on with it in earnest. But tonight, she decides, they're both just way to worked up for that. Both groan simultaneously when his sensitive tip hits the soft back of her throat. She firmly cups his ass with her hands to hold him in place and gets down to business, and she has no chill.

Killian tangles his fingers into her hair, but lets his palm rest only lightly against the back of her head. He isn't guiding or pushing her; she has the lead in this, it's her show. He looks down at her blond head, bobbing back and forth as she blows more than just his mind, and despite the heat of this moment he's overwhelmed by tenderness. They are both so vulnerable in these moments, both at the same time in control of the other one and at their mercy.

“Bloody hell, you really love doing this, don't you?” he manages in a hoarse voice, and Emma hums in agreement, the vibrations around his heated flesh sending a shiver down his spine. “Show me how much,” he demands. She slows her movements a bit, maybe thrown off track for a second, because how on earth could she show him better than by pouring all her enthusiasm into her ministrations? She looks up at him questioningly, and he tells her breathlessly, “Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good.” His lips curve into a grin. “You've earned it.”

He doesn't have to tell her twice. Her right hand lets go of his ass and wanders right between her spread legs. Immediately, her fingers find the right spot where she aches for release, and she breathes a whimper of relief through her nose. Like before with him, she leaves out all the preliminaries, doesn't start by teasing herself with gentle fluttering. She knows what she needs and where she needs it. With firm and expert fingers, she starts to circle her swollen nub through the soaked fabric of her panties while her mouth never stops working Killian's cock.

“You're a bloody marvel,” he praises as he watches her, absolutely fascinated by the enraptured expression on her face. His eyes dart to and fro between her slender fingers caressing herself and her pink lips wrapped around his erection, gliding back and forth over his length. For a moment, he allows himself to close his eyes, to let his head fall back and just revel in the sensation of her mouth on him, always a marvel, bringing him infinite pleasure. The heat pools low in his belly, sparks buzzing at the base of his spine, and his fingers flex in Emma's hair. But he fights the urge to tighten his grip and roll his hips into her face, forcing himself to practice complicated sailor's knots in his head. He doesn't want to get his release like that, he has other things in store.  

But she doesn't bloody make it easy for him to stick to that resolve; the urgent little noises she makes while her fingers dance over her core faster and faster arouse him even more, and he says a silent prayer, hoping she'll reach her peak soon. He knows, it can't take much longer now, if the increasing frequency of her whimpers is any indication. Also, the moves of her mouth are getting sloppier, more erratic... Emma's about to lose control.  

“Aye, love, just like that,” Killian spurs her on, knowing that his voice and his praise never fail to motivate her. “Rub that magic bean. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth.”

She almost sobs, and he can feel her whole body tense while her mouth comes to a stuttering halt, even if she's still holding him between her lips. The fingers of her left hand dig into his hip, and he knows she's falling. When she starts to climax, he withdraws from her mouth and moves his hand from the back of her head to her elbow, pulling her to her feet. Her eyes are blinking rapidly in confusion, behind her fluttering eyelids he can see how dilated her pupils are.

Before she has a chance to say anything, he flips her around and, his hand placed firmly between her shoulder blades, bends her over the dressing table to which she obeys with a surprised sound that doesn't even resemble a word. Quickly he pulls down her panties, and when he sees and feels how soaked they are, it sends a fresh wave of arousal through him. All of that happens in the course of mere seconds, and he knows her orgasm is still holding her in its relentless, delirious grip. He doesn't give her the chance to ride it out, but pushes into her with one single, swift thrust, knowing if he doesn't allow her to come down from her high but keeps her right there, he can make her come again in no time. She's still twitching and quivering inside, and she cries out at the sudden feeling of being filled by him, and the feeling is incredible: he's still slick from the blow job she just gave him, and she is from her climax, but when he thrusts home, the drag is impossibly delicious, because she's all tight and swollen inside.

“I'm not done with you yet,” he growls and, with a flick of his wrist, wraps her ponytail around his hook, pulling her head back a little so that their eyes meet in the mirror. “Watch.”

And she does.

This – when he takes her from behind – has always been one of her favorite positions, the angle is exquisite, the pushes deep, and Killian's thrusts have even more drive. There's just one disadvantage: when he's behind her, she cannot see his face, cannot look into his eyes. But now she can, and it doubles her pleasure to see his fingers press into the flesh of her hip, the flex of his left bicep as he tugs at her hair, the feral, predatory expression on his face as he pumps his hips forward, and the lust in his eyes. And – not only can she see what he's doing, she can also see what it's doing to him. The cords of his neck look hard as steel ropes, and his upper lip pulls back to bare his teeth, giving him an even more animal expression. That is when the flames are licking at the base of her spine again, and her eyes flutter shut.

Emma presses the heels of her hands down on the wooden desk to hold up against the impact of his pushes and concentrates on the sensations. Goosebumps break out between her shoulder blades, and the soles of her feet prickle, always a undeniable sign of her impending orgasm. She feels her hair being released and drops her head a little as she pushes her hips back to meet Killian's. The dull curve of his hook pressing into her left hip and pulling her back against him is the last thing she's consciously aware of before her climax is crashing into her, rolling over her with might. Because she hasn't even had the chance to recover from her first one, to really come down, it feels almost like a continuation of it, and she's shaking all over. Killian fucks her through it, and as the rushing of the blood in her ears subsides, she vaguely feels him tense inside her.

When it's over and she feels the heavy calmness settle in her bones that always follows such a feverish high, she opens her eyes again and studies him in the mirror, but he doesn't look at her. His eyes are closed and his head thrown back, his beautiful face flushed yet relaxed in complete abandon, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he rides out his own high. His fingers and hook are still pressing into her hips, and the muscles of his abdomen flex when his hips stutter erratically as he thrusts his aftershocks into her. To Emma it's a gorgeous sight, seeing him so vigorous and vulnerable at the same time, and it's really cheesy, but in moments like this she can't help but think how much she loves him.

Finally, Killian stills completely and lets out a deep breath that comes out as a sigh. She smiles to herself and clenches her inner muscles around him. He opens his eyes.

“Are you trying to wreck me, wife?” His voice is still a little breathless.

She grins. “Serves you right.”

She straightens her back and pushes herself up into a standing position, causing him to slip out of her and making a complete mess of her panties; but when you have magic, any sticky mess, be it due to sex or kitchen mishaps, really isn't anything to worry about. She turns around to face him and smiles when he leaves his hand and hook resting against her bare hips. Content to finally be able to touch him, she lays her palms on his pecs, dragging her fingertips through his slightly dampened chest hair. Quickly, she leans into him and swipes her tongue across his left collarbone, humming at the taste of salt on his flushed skin.

“Did those fantasies of yours involve a shower at some point?” she murmurs against the crook of his neck where she continues her nibbling, causing him to draw in a sharp breath.

“Bit of advice,” he growls, “You're playing with fire.”

Emma chuckles and nudges the side of his throat with her nose. “Oh, I've been doing that since I let you put a magical cuff on my wrist and then climbed that beanstalk with you.”

When she feels his Adam's apple bob, she tips her head back to look at him. The suspicious glittering of his eyes and the twitching muscle in his jaw betray how much her words, her casual admission have touched him. He swallows again. “Have you, now?” he whispers huskily.

She smiles and brushes a kiss on his lips. “And never regretted a single moment.”

[bangdreaming]

The results of the November monthly poll are in!

Most Popular Idol Anime/Manga

Love Live! with 122 anime votes and 6 manga votes! (Who didn’t see that coming, though?)

IDOLM@STER: Cinderella Girls was second with 26 votes!

IDOLM@STER (OG) was third, with 22 votes!

Most Popular Anime

Puella Magi Madoka Magica was first with 13 votes!

K-On! came in second with 11 votes!

Danganronpa, Haikyuu!!, and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure tied for third at 9 votes each!

Most Popular Manga

Boku no Hero Academia was first with 10 votes!

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure comes in second with 7 votes.

And Shokugeki no Soma came in third at 5 votes!

Since the questions were more abstract this time and there’s a lot of parts, all the rest of the numbers and answers are below the cut (along with some of my random ramblings)!

We’d like to thank you all for participating, and the December poll will be up shortly!

What Bandori media do you consume?

Game - 144 people

Anime - 92 people

Lives - 43 people

Livestreams - 40 people

Purchasing Merch - 26 people

Manga - 25 people

Radio Shows - 16 people

Cons - 7 people

Music - 3 people

Helping the Community - 1 person

Mod Rin, is that you? /shot (Mod Rin Note: Yes, this was 100% me, I’m sorry)

None - 1 person

If you watch the Bandori anime, do you watch other idol anime?

Yes - 85% (125 votes)

No - 15% (22 votes)

If you watch the Bandori anime, do you watch other non-idol anime?

Yes - 88.4% (130 votes)

No - 11.6% (17 votes)

Idol Anime List!

Aikatsu! - 8

AKB0048 - 3

B-Project - 3

Dream Festival - 1

IDOLM@STER - 22

IDOLM@STER CG - 26

IDOLM@STER SideM - 6

iDOLiSH7 - 4

Love Live series - 122

Locodol - 1

Macross F - 2

Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live - 1

PriPara - 2

Show By Rock!! - 1

Tsukiuta. The Animation - 3

Uta no Prince Sama - 6

Wake Up Girls! - 10

Non-Idol Anime List!

Mod Hina: To start off, I’m disappointed no one answered Cory in the House, which is undoubtedly the best anime of all time.

3-gatsu no Lion - 4

Acchi Kocchi - 1

Akuma no Riddle - 1

Another - 1

Mod Hina: I watched this! I watched it for the death scenes alone...

Aldnoah Zero - 1

Ancient Magus Bride - 3

Angel Beats - 1

Anohana - 1

Mod Hina: I have a friend who refuses to watch this.. I’ve watched both the anime and the movie, however!

Ao Haru Ride - 1

Arakawa Under the Bridge - 1

Assassination Classroom - 2

Attack on Titan - 2

Binbougami - 1

Blood Blockade Battlefront - 1

Barakamon - 2

Bleach - 2

Blend S - 1

Boku no Hero Academia - 6

Bungou Stray Dogs - 5

Charlotte - 2

Chihayafuru - 1

Code Geass - 3

Cowboy Bebop - 2

Mod Hina: This has been on my to watch list for like eight years.

D.Gray-Man - 5

Mod Rin: Best anime or best anime

Danganronpa - 9

Death Note - 2

Digimon series - 5

Durarara!! - 1

Eureka Seven - 1

Fafner in the Azure - 1

Fairy Tail - 2

Fate series - 2

Flip Flappers - 2

Fullmetal Alchemist series - 8

Mod Hina: I love FMA so much? Thanks.

Free! - 1

FSN UBW - 1

Fudanshi Koukou Seikatsu - 1

Gatchaman Crowds - 1

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun - 4

Ghost Hunt - 1

Haikyuu!! - 9

Hetalia - 1

Hibike Euphonium - 5

Higurashi - 1

Hikaru no Go - 1

Himouto! Umaru-chan - 1

Hunter x Hunter - 4

Hyouka - 3

Inazuma Eleven - 1

Initial D - 1

Inu x Boku SS - 1

Izetta: the Last Witch - 1

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure - 9

Just Because! - 1

K-ON! - 11

Mod Hina: This is under here because I don’t think it classifies as idol anime. All your votes for it as idol anime went here, instead.

Kagerou Project - 2

Kakegurui - 1

Kamichu - 1

Katekyo Hitman Reborn - 2

Mod Hina: So, I was a huge KHR fangirl during the manga’s original run.. And a couple years back, I went back to China to visit family.. My (male) cousin was watching it and I literally was like “WHY KHR IT’S FANGIRL BAIT”.

Kemono Friends - 1

Kill La Kill - 2

King’s Game - 1

Kiznaiver - 2

Koi to Uso - 2

Kokoro Connect - 1

Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo! - 2

Kyoukai no Kanata - 5

Little Busters - 1

Little Witch Academia - 1

Mod Hina: I love LWA!

Magi - 1

Magical Girl Raising Project - 2

Mahoujin Guruguru - 1

Mahoutsukai no Yome - 1

Mawaru Penguindrum - 2

Mod Hina: Actually, literally two days ago I was looking at an artist and saw they drew a cute person. Looked them up and bam, the main antagonist of Mawaru Penguindrum. The rest of the conversation to a friend went as follows:

Me: Why do I only like trash.

Friend: Uhhh...

Me: I LITERALLY WAS LIKE “Oh this character looks cute” BAM HE’S GARBAGE A LITERAL VILLAIN

Me: WHY AM I LIKE THIS

Mekakucity Actors - 2

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya - 1

Mod Hina: Never forget this dance, and all the failed attempts to cover it.

Mirai Nikki - 1

Mod Hina: Yuki Yuki Yuki~ 

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid - 2

Mob Psycho 100 - 2

Mobile Suit Gundam 00 - 1

Monogatari Series - 3

Mod Hina: The toothbrush scene traumatized me for a while.

Monster - 1

Mod Hina: I have a friend who absolutely adores this anime/manga and highly recommended it to me. I’m lazy so I haven’t gotten around to reading it. It’s been 3 years.

Mouretsu Pirates - 1

Nagi no Asukara - 1

Nanbaka - 2

Naruto - 2

Natsume Yuujinchou - 3

Neon Genesis Evangelion - 4

Mod Hina: I watched 3 episodes of the original anime and then I never finished it but congratulations.

New Game! - 2

Nichijou - 2

No Game No Life - 1

One Piece - 2

Oregairu - 1

Osomatsu-san - 2

Ouran High School Host Club - 1

Mod Hina: CLASSIC. KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE.

Panty & Stocking w/ Garterbelt - 1

Mod Hina: PSG had such? Good? Songs? I used to play L4D/L4D2 a lot and replaced the Tank theme song with Fly Away, lmao.

I loved the art style too. I really loved this anime, and I’d recommend it (although it’s definitely really raunchy so I wouldn’t recommend minors watch it as much).

One of my dreams is still to own the PSG Galaxxxy figures haha.

Parasyte -  1

Pingu in the City - 1

Pokemon - 1

Princess Tutu - 3

Mod Hina: Good Taste™

Prison School - 1

Mod Hina: PZ IS THIS YOU STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME READ/WATCH THIS

PMMM - 13

Mod Hina: The winner by far!

Personal opinion: A bit overrated. Background character animation was the funniest thing ever.

Psycho Pass - 1

RahXephon - 1

Ranma 1/2 - 1

Re:Zero - 3

Revolutionary Girl Utena - 4

RWBY - 1

Sailor Moon - 4

Mod Hina: Classic. Remake art style disappointed me and slightly creeped me out at the same time.

Saki - 1

Sakamichi no Apollo - 1

Selector Infected Wixoss - 1

Seraph of the End - 1

Serial Experiments Lain - 1

Shinsekai Yori - 1

Shirobako - 3

Shokugeki no Soma - 3

Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu - 1

Soul Eater - 1

Steins;Gate - 3

Mod Hina: A similar story to Monster. A friend in high school recommended me this... It’s been 7 years.. Still never watched it.

Sword Art Online - 4

Symphogear - 3

Tiger & Bunny - 1

Toaru Kagaku no Railgun - 3

Toaru Majustu no Index - 2

Tokyo Ghoul - 3

Tokyo Ravens - 1

Toradora - 1

Touhou - 1

Mod Hina: I was not aware that Touhou had anime until this point in my life.

Working - 1

Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e - 1

Your Lie in April - 1

Yu-Gi-Oh Series - 1

Yuri!!! On Ice - 3

Yuri Kuma Arashi - 1

Yuru Yuri - 2

Yuuki Yuuna wa Yuusha de Aru - 3

Zatch Bell - 1

Mod Hina: I.. really liked Zatch Bell when I was younger.. I should finish it. (I’ll never finish it.)

Zetsuen no Tempest - 1

Do you read other idol manga?

No - 83% (122 votes)

Yes - 17% (25 votes)

Do you read other non-idol manga?

Yes - 70.1% (103 votes)

No - 29.9% (44 votes)

Idol Manga List

AKB49: Renai Kinshi Jourei - 2

Ensemble Stars! - 2

IM@S Mana - 1

Love Live - 6

Yumeiro Cast - 1

Uta no Prince Sama - 1

Non-Idol Manga List

Mod Hina: I’m a heavy manga reader, so I’ve at least pursued probably 75% of this list... /sweats

Mushishi’s not on this list at all which makes me a little sad but if you’re into really well drawn manga about supernatural fantasy I’d give it a read! It’s mostly episodic and slowly reveals more info about the enigmatic protagonist over the length of the series. It’s really really good.

07 Ghost - 1

Aizawa-san Multiplies - 1

Ajin - 1

Aku no Hana - 2

Akuma No Riddle - 1

Ancient Magus' Bride - 1

Anohana - 1

Ao Haru Ride - 2

Are You Alice? - 1

Mod Hina: I’m surprised to find someone else who’s even heard of this manga! I was close to finishing it but I never got around to it..

Assassination Classroom - 1

Attack on Titan - 1

Azumanga Daioh - 1

Beloved - 1

Berserk - 2

Bleach - 2

Mod Hina: I’ll admit, I didn’t read much of the manga.. But I did skim the last 40 or so chapters after I heard it was ending.

Bloom into You - 1

Boku no Hero Academia - 10

Mod Hina: I’m really into BNHA right now! One of the manga I keep up with on a weekly basis.

Overhaul is.. my favorite.. So is Dabi.. It’s me, Trash Lover Supreme.

Bokurano - 1

Bright and Cheery Amnesia - 2

Bungou Stray Dogs - 4

Mod Hina: I also love BSD?

Canis - 1

Citrus - 3

D.Gray-Man - 2

Death Note - 3

Mod Hina: CLASSIC. This is like one of the first manga that I finished completely. I read it all in middle school too.. My weeb phase...

Don’t talk to me about the Netflix movie.

Doraemon - 1

Dorohedoro - 1

Doukyuusei - 1

Dragonhead - 1

Fairy Tail - 3

Fate series - 1

Franken Fran - 1

Fruits Basket - 1

Mod Hina: Ah. Like Death Note, I also read Fruits Basket in middle school. This is such a nostalgia bomb for me because Fruits Basket was my first manga, iirc.

Fruits Basket actually introduced me to the idea of online scanlation groups too. I couldn’t find the last few volumes in any libraries around me, nor in any bookstores. So I resorted to downloading them online after finding out about the translations.

Fullmetal Alchemist - 1

Mod Hina: Fullmetal Alchemist is one of my all-time favorite manga and I’m very sad that it only got 1 nomination out of all of the nominations.

FMA is very poignant and deals a lot with the consequences and reality of war. It’s very good and it’s very amazing. Please read it if you can.

It’s a longer series and while I did start reading this one in middle school, unlike the others, I took longer to finish reading this. I think I finished sometime in high school.

I think this manga still holds up to the test of time, as well.

If you’re more of an anime person, the anime is really good too! I’d recommend watching the original FMA first, and then FMA:B because of the fact that FMA:B’s beginning is rushed, because it assumes that you’ve either read the manga or watched the original FMA.

The original FMA deviates from the manga canon, which is where FMA:B was made to fix that.

Please appreciate Greedling he is my favorite character of all time.

Fuuka - 2

Gakuen Babysitters - 1

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun - 4

Mod Hina: A good, wholesome manga! I love GSNK too and it’s hilarious.

GIRLS und PANZER - Ribbon no Musha - 1

Golden Kamui - 1

Haikyuu!! - 4

Mod Hina: Another weekly read for me! I love everyone in Haikyuu so much? What a good cast, and what good character development. Even the less significant characters get a chapter or two dedicated to their character arc.

Heart on Kuni no Alice - 1

Helck - 1

Hetalia - 1

HIKARU NO GO - 1

Hinamatsuri - 1

Hirunaka no Ryuusei - 2

Horimiya - 4

Houseki no Kuni - 1

Hunter x Hunter - 2

Iris Zero - 1

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - 7

Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen - 1

Kakegurui - 2

Mod Hina: I picked this up recently, but I’ve fallen behind. I really like the idea of mind games and gambling.

Kasane - 1

Katekyo Hitman Reborn - 1

Mod Hina: As mentioned before... I was a huge KHR fangirl back in the day... My heart still beats for Gokudera... tsundere-ass bomber boy.

Kimi no Na Wa - 1

Kimi to Boku - 1

King Bowling! - 1

Kingdom - 1

Kitchen Princess - 1

Koe no Katachi - 1

Mod Hina: I highly recommend this manga.

Another moment where I’m sad that this didn’t get that many recommendations.

It’s very realistic. Like, you’ll end up hating some characters, but that’s because they’re written to be realistic. There are people who did something wrong, who have character flaws, who know that they’re flawed, and some of them will try to change themselves, while others will disregard it because their life is fine, like in real life.

Overall the story is extremely poignant and touching. The ending is open-ended, which some people might not like, but I really enjoyed this because it’s so well written. It reflects real life, in my opinion.

Kuroshitsuji - 2

Kuzumi-kun, Kuuki Yometemasu ka? - 1

Liar Game - 1

Mod Hina: I started reading this manga years ago. At some point, the group translating it dropped the manga so there was a one year gap before anyone picked it back up, I think.

I need to finish this because I stopped at the gap, but I haven’t read it in years so I’ve forgotten what happened. My plan is to reread the whole thing, but it’s quite long so I don’t know when I’ll get around to that.

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid - 1

Nanbaka - 1

Naruto - 4

Mod Hina: I.. actually own a few volumes of Naruto. Like the Rock Lee vs Gaara fight is in one of the volumes I own.

Nichijou - 2

Nijiiro Days - 1

Nogi Wakaba wa Yuusha de Aru - 1

Noragami - 2

One Punch Man - 4

Mod Hina: I tried reading the original web comic for this a while ago and the art style made me laugh, I’m sorry. I started reading the manga instead.

Orange - 1

Ore Monogatari - 1

Otome Youkai Zakuro - 1

Oyasumi Punpun - 1

Pandora Hearts - 1

Mod Hina: I stopped reading this literally five chapters before it finished. I should read those chapters.

Peach Boy Riverside - 1

Pokemon - 1

Prison School - 1

Mod Hina: Whoever you are, you remind me of my friend who reads this...

The Promised Neverland - 1

Mod Hina: Also on my weekly read list! I really enjoy all the plot twists.

PMMM series - 1

Mod Hina: I was big into PMMM a few years back and I binge read all the related manga.

Railgun - 1

ReLife - 3

Rosario + Vampire II - 1

Rouroni Kenshin - 1

Sailor Moon - 1

Sakamichi no Apollo - 1

Shokugeki no Soma - 5

Mod Hina: Another weekly read for me. I mostly just like the art of food. The plot is kind of weak to me, and I legitimately got mad at the plot armor for one of the main protagonists once, haha.

Shuuen no Shiori - 2

Mod Hina: I’ve read a bit of this! I don’t think a lot of it is translated so I haven’t read beyond that.

Slam Dunk - 1

Soul Eater - 1

Sword Art Online - 1

Taiyou no Ie - 1

Tamen de Gushi - 1

Tenkuu Shinpan - 1

The World God Only Knows - 1

To Love Ru - 1

Tokyo Babylon - 1

Tokyo Ghoul - 4

Tomo-chan wa Onnanoko - 1

Tsubasa Chronicles - 1

Tsurezure Children - 2

Uzumaki - 1

Mod Hina: WHO ARE YOU? WE ARE BEST FRIENDS NOW. SORRY ELLIE.

I love Junji Ito a lot? He’s amazing and I’ve read all the works I can find from him that are translated..

Except Gyo. I have this abject rejection of Gyo for some reason.

I absolutely love the beginning of Uzumaki, although the end gets kind of weird for me.

Vanitas no Carte - 2

We Can't Study - 1

Yagate Kimi ni Naru - 1

Yotsuba - 1

Mod Hina: Yotsuba is also really big nostaglia for me. I never “finished” it (aka caught up since it’s still publishing) but I did start reading it in middle school. It’s one of the first manga I read and it really throws me back to my tweenage days.

Yu Yu Hakusho - 1

Do you read Bandori translations?

Yes - 92.5% (136 votes)

No - 7.5% (11 votes)

If you read translations, which ones do you read?

1koma/4koma - 124 people

Event Stories - 104 people

Conversations - 103 people

Band Stories - 97 people

Character Lines - 78 people

Card Stories - 73 people

Song Lyrics - 70 people

Main Story - 69 people

Manga - 39 people

None - 8 people

How much do you read translations?

38.8% - I read only ones that I'm interested in.

29.9% - I read most of them.

18.4% - I read the occasional translation.

8.8% - I read all of them!

4.1% - I don’t read them.

Do you follow the official Bandori accounts?

YouTube - 96 people

Game Twitter - 94 people

Info Twitter - 79 people

Facebook - 11 people

Websites - 19 people

None - 23 people

If you follow the official accounts, how often do you check them?

Every few days. - 29.3% (43 people)

Daily. - 20.4% (30 people)

I don’t follow them. - 16.3% (24 people)

I rarely check them. - 13.6% (20 people)

Once a week. - 12.9% (19 people)

Multiple times per day. - 4.8% (7 people)

Once a month. - 2% (3 people)

Do you follow unofficial Bandori social media?

Tumblr (@bangdreaming) - 132 people

Bandori.party - 92 people

Twitter (@bandori_updates) - 88 people

Reddit (/r/bangdream) - 71 people

Instagram (@hanasakigawa) - 30 people

Facebook - 14 people

I don’t follow any. - 4 people

If you follow the unofficial accounts, how often do you check them?

Daily. - 35.4% (52 people)

Every few days. - 30.6% (45 people)

Multiple times per day. - 16.3% (24 people)

Once a week. - 8.8% (13 people)

I rarely check them. - 6.1% (9 people)

I don't follow them. - 1.4% (2 people)

I never check them. - 0.7% (1 person)

Once a month. - 0.7% (1 person)

As always, thanks again for voting!

[moldygreenblue]

Netflix is weird when it comes to their pictures

But first, story time to explain the title: I saw The Adventure of TinTin movie roughly three (two) times before. One was in high school (pretty sure for a class and we had to split it due to it’s length), and once at home (don’t think I finished it). I never got the chance to talk about until now, since Netflix has it. Of course, I almost missed it since the picture was freaking Snowy. Yeah, not a good way to make people watch films/show if the pictures make little to no sense. Heh. At least I watch it in one  go last night

I got some (funny) thoughts on the subject.

I totally ****ing forgot Jamie Bell aka, TinTin, was The Thing in Fan4tastic. Like, that film was so dull it was bad and I felt like I genuinely wasted my time watching it. **** that film. In fact, I found the trouble production for it more entertaining. This film made me appreciate his talents better.

Animation of the film is interesting. You have TinTin and...screw it I’m so lazy to look up/spell his name I’ll call him Red, look like realistic humans, and then you get Thomson and Thompson and Haddock with their almost realistic looks...but their nose is still in the original comic style.

PICK POCKET

Dogs may be man’s best friend, but sometimes the best friend is smarter than man at times. Like, I’m guessing Tin Tin didn’t hear something drop.

‘baby face assassin’ HOW OLD IS HE? Like I read about four of the original comics (funny enough, they had Haddock in them)  and I assumed based off that he was like...18 or 19. Was he a legit teenager closer to 15/16 at one point because I don’t know anything about the lore of this comic book series.

The burning boat scene could be summed up as alcohol induce stupidity. 

Jaws reference. Of course.

If Haddock was able to make TinTin drunk just by his breath, it makes sense he could make the engine (?) work again.

I LOVE the flashbacks with Sir Francis. Like, hot damn the way it was directed was so cool. It showed all the actions sequences great, and the mini-cliffhanger for the first one was a good one. Comes to the second one, the one on one fight was BRILLIANTLY done, showing off both fighter’s style even though you don’t even know them for that long. And then comes the ending, when Pirate Red (forgot last time) did his dying curse on Sir Francis, you freaking believe it. 

Speaking of the second flashback, I like how Haddock, while pretty much living half in the past half in present yet recreating the past, still acknowledge TinTin and tried to ‘save’ him, even though he barely knows him (and you know, TinTin shows he’s 90% done with his alcoholism).

Actually, the way Haddock told the story with vivid detail and realizing who Red is related too makes me wonder if Sir Francis wasn’t possessing him and mentally told him “DID YOU FINALLY GET IT?”

Water Shortage. This is important.

I remember Mythbusters testing the myth about the opera signer breaking glass, but I have no idea if they were able to succeed or not. So...I have no idea if Red’s plan should work or not.

The super long shot of everyone trying to get the three poems was pretty damn good. Like, despite no cuts, you can tell how everyone is trying to get the poems with their lives. Also, five bucks says the Water Shortage was a fraud since this scene shows there is a crap ton of water (then again, they live in a dessert environment so the water saved could have saved them...)

I’m 50% certain TinTin wanted to save Snowy more than Haddock. Then again, he could be the all loving hero (this is more likely).

CRANE FIGHT CRANE FIGHT CRANE FIGHT

So Nestor...waited for (a) Haddock to return back to estate. Okay.

The ending is such a sequel hook the fact it’s not getting one is laughable and sad.

Overall a good and enjoyable film.

[charmingturkeysandwich]

Knock, Knock Ch. 26/27: (Im)perfect

Second to last chapter! Last chapter is going to be posted in about five minutes, so there won’t be much wait on this one. 

Read on AO3.

Start from beginning on tumblr (links to next chapter at the end of each)

“I swear to God, Mary Margaret, if you make me go into one more store, I’m going to set you on fire.”

The mall was crowded – it was a gloomy Saturday and there wasn’t much else to do but window shop and people watch – so Emma’s shouting (unfortunately) garnered quite a bit of attention.

And guess what? She couldn’t care less.

“First of all, Emma, the fire references are no longer funny. OK, they never were funny, but I’m officially calling Time of Death on tolerating them. Second – and more importantly – you have to completely start over here. You’re building a home! And you have very little to fill it with. You need to explore, to look around and see what you want. It’s more important than you’re realizing.”

Eye roll. “It’s just stuff, Mary Margaret. You know me well enough to know that I don’t give a shit about the things that I own. I’ve lived on next to nothing, so why the hell should I care if my pot holders match my tea kettle?!” She was still shouting. It would be easy to pretend she was merely enjoying the full use of her lungs now that she’d mostly recovered from the smoke inhalation damage, but the fact was she just snapped a little and lost all volume control in the process.

Mary Margaret approached her carefully, her eyes sad when Emma knew she deserved anger or frustration at the moment. “Don’t you see, Emma? That’s exactly why this matters. You’ve never had anything. And now you do. It’s just stuff, yes, but it’s symbolic. It’s yours. You deserve to own things that, sure, have a perfectly reasonable function. But they’re allowed to represent you. You and Killian. Together. So, please, stop scowling at dinnerware sets and just enjoy the fact that you’re about to start a life that a version of you never dreamed was possible.”

The thing was: Emma didn’t like shopping. Even under the best circumstances. And today – well, this wasn’t the worst circumstances. It was good, actually. She was feeling better – functional, even – and she and Killian had signed all the appropriate paperwork to move into their cute little house. But she was tired. And hungry. And truly didn’t give a crap about what patterns were on her plates.

But Mary Margaret wasn’t wrong. The fire had been dreadful, obviously, and dangerous and all kinds of awful. But it also did that whole cleansing thing where you destroy the old to make way for the new. She didn’t have to cook in pans Mary Margaret had passed down to her. She didn’t have to keep using the fan she got for $2.50 at a yard sale. She didn’t need to cling to the ratty afghan she’d taken from one of her foster homes ages ago (even though it truly was cozy). She could start over. Things could be hers.

Theirs.

She and Killian would obviously be doing the actual purchasing, but Mary Margaret had desperately just wanted Emma to look. Something about how if Emma refused to make a Pinterest board for Home Stuff then she’d just have to go out in the real world for ideas.

But she was tired.

“Can we just go get a pretzel? I appreciate the sentiment, and you’re right. About all of that. But I’m just – I’m not really in the mood for fawning over pillows with anchors on them. Even though I know they’ll inevitably end up on my couch because Killian is predictable and corny.” A smile was finally creeping onto her face, she could feel it, and Mary Margaret responded with a kind nod.

It had been a whirlwind of a week. Killian and Mary Margaret had been manning the summer camp ship (and with wild success). Emma had recommitted herself to a more cheerful recovery and a bitterness reduction, making dinner with David each night and doing all of her PT-recommended activities in the day. She and Killian would retire to their room after dinner was all cleaned up, talking business and new house and budget and renter’s insurance and all kinds of super productive, uber-adulty things.

It was reasonable and rational and really just pure shit.

No, it wasn’t. But it was still a drag, spending all of her time and energy on the stuff she needed – and not what she wanted. Which was to celebrate with her Captain the giant step they were taking.

But there were things to be done and bodies to be healed and so the logistics talk of 8pm turned into the you need your rest, so come let’s cuddle of 9pm and then it was up and at ‘em to another day of busy and planning and just –

No sex. No steamy makeouts. No Netflix and Chill or Hulu and hand jobs or whatever the kids were saying these days. It had been so long since she and Killian could just be together – even non-naked – and the frustration was mounting (ha), especially as her body continued to recover.

Maybe it would be easier to focus on which bedspread she thought would go best in their new master bedroom if she’d been bedded at all in the last month or so.

Groan. Apparently a nice cheesy pretzel would have to suffice.

Auntie Anne’s had only been a short walk from the Home Goods store Emma had melted down in front of, so only minutes had passed and the two of them were seated at a silly table with an unnecessary umbrella chowing on salty goodness and washing it down with sugary lemonade.

“So what do you think you’ll do with the second bedroom?” Mary Margaret asked, her eyes not on Emma but on the excess salt on her pretzel.

“Office, probably. I mean, we’ll put a bed in there for guests and everything, but we’ll add a desk, too. In case we want to do work in a half-professional manner and not just with our laptops propped on the couch pillows.”

Mary Margaret hummed and nodded, seemingly satisfied with Emma’s answer. When really Emma knew exactly what she was thinking.

Babies.

It was probably hard to think of anything else when you had one constantly kicking your bladder or whatever they were doing at that stage of development.

And, yes, Emma had thought about it, the whole family thing. She could definitely see her and Killian with kids – restless, brave, adventurous souls, to be certain.

But, you know, one thing at a time, Mary Margaret. God.

“I’m thinking of getting one of those little portable grill things, though. For the back deck thing, I mean, not for the bedroom. Obviously. We’ve never really had outdoor space and even though this is fairly small, it’ll be nice. You know, to sit outside. Grill some pineapple. The nice, lazy Sunday kind of stuff.”

Mary Margaret finally made eye contact. “You deserve some very lazy Sundays, you know.”

-

The first summer camp had been an unbridled success.

The kids were happy. The parents were happy. He was happy. They'd had fun and made so much progress in getting the kids excited to learn and create and this - this was what he should have been doing all along. Yeah, he'd still book the night rides and the corporate gigs and maybe even a college party or two, but working on something bigger than rum and Instagram-worthy sunsets - it's exactly what he's always needed.

Emma. Emma was what he'd always needed and never really knew. Not until she banged on his door and barged into his life, so resistant at first and yet so right. He was his own man, of course. This wasn't some codependent bullshit. But she'd nudged him in all the right directions, and now he just - well he sounded like a loon even in his own head because the happiness had made him delirious and probably quite insufferable.

But there were still hiccups, of course. He'd wanted Emma to be on the ship the previous week, first of all. He'd been especially distracted the first few days, just worrying about her and then feeling guilty when he wasn't worrying about her. And the nights they spent together - they were cherished, of course - she could have died in a bloody fire not too long ago - but they were also lacking their usual luster. It was always about plans and business and never just playing video games or watching movies or talking about the various flaws in the book-to-movie adaptations of the Harry Potter series or, you know, making love until they were so exhausted they fell asleep wherever they finally landed.

The future was bright - there would be plenty of nights together for, hopefully, the rest of forever. But that didn't mean it wasn't frustrating now.

When the weekend came there was a certain assumption that he might actually get some alone time with his pirate princess. But, as it turned out, he had to do a few Skype calls with his lawyer and the insurance guys - both bitter to be working on a weekend, no less - and so Mary Margaret swept Emma off to the mall for "inspiration" or some shit, and he stayed behind to play stuffy businessman for the morning.

They were getting there. Slowly but surely he was finding what the kids in all their folk stories and fairy tales would call a happily ever after.

-

Begrudgingly, Emma had entered three more department stores after the pretzel fuel-up. It really wasn't the worst. After Mary Margaret had put some things into perspective, Emma had opened her mind up a little (also begrudgingly) and imagined some pieces in her house. She'd even picked some things up to show Mary Margaret and get her opinion - but that was all but a lost cause. Mary Margaret was more about finding a theme and sticking to it. A color scheme. A repeating pattern. Emma liked eclectic. She liked personality. She did not need every single item in her kitchen to have an apple on it, even though she'd picked up one apple-covered serving dish.

It's a good thing she was starting a life with Killian and not Mary Margaret. They would most definitely clash.

Once Mary Margaret was satisfied that Emma had gotten a good idea of her options, they hopped back in the car and headed home, chatting mostly about the previous week's summer camp on their drive.

"... and you wouldn't believe this one boy. Completely obsessed with dragons. Every single story he wrote ended with a dragon. No matter what kind of scenario Killian or I presented. And his parents are doctors and can afford everything so he has dragon shoes, a dragon backpack, and I think I overheard another boy saying he has a jungle gym at home with an actual carved dragon on it."

"Damn," Emma responded. "I didn't know people like that actually existed. Are we running a camp for Storybrooke's most privileged kids or what?"

"Well, you know it does cost money to participate in the summer camp. And for good reason! I'm not saying Killian or you overcharge. But you're certainly more likely to get Richie Rich than Orphan Annie."

"Yeah, yeah you're right. I guess I just - I hadn't thought of it." The truth was that Emma had thought of it. She'd talked about it, even, with Killian. They obviously couldn't run the camp for free, but how would kids like she was ever be able to participate unless it was for a school field trip? They really weren't sure. And with the business being so new - well, it was hard to see into the future to know their success, their impact, whatever.

They were doing their best.

(And their best would be enough, said a little voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Mary Margaret.)

When they arrived at the Nolans' David was outside mowing and Killian was "supervising" from the porch, two cups of iced tea in his hands.

"You taking good care of your boyfriend, I see?" Emma called as she slid out of the car and started up the sidewalk.

"No, love, this is for you. Mary Margaret alerted me to your return, and I wanted to be prepared. She indicated the trip was... tense?"

"She doesn't seem to get that I don't give a fuck about china patterns."

"I wasn't asking you to pick china patterns, Emma!" Mary Margaret defended, loudly and with a distinct screech.

Killian leaned down to kiss Emma's forehead as he handed her the cool glass and it was like the morning's worries had decreased by at least half.

"How was your morning?" she asked, leading him to the wicker chairs (that matched the house and the rug and the bird feeders, by the way) and plopping down in his lap (personal space was overrated).

"Dull. But everything is definitely squared away, so at least I've accomplished something."

"Unlike your girlfriend," Mary Margaret grumbled.

Steadfastly ignoring her, Emma sipped at her tea and then nuzzled her forehead into Killian's neck, just enjoying the smell of the mowed grass and the feel of her best friend/boyfriend/brand new roommate's arms around her.

They'd come such a long way.

Killian downed the rest of his tea and returned both hands to Emma, stroking her back and toying with her hair and overall making her feel all warm and fuzzy and content inside despite David's constant swearing at the rocks he was hitting in the deeper grass behind the house.

"Zelena called while you were out, by the way," Killian mumbled into her hair.

"Oh?"

"She said we can move in as early as tomorrow. We just need to tell her what day we want and then I guess the guy will prorate the month's rent based on how many days we actually live there."

"Oh, wow. I just - I assumed that we'd have to wait until the first of the month."

"No, love. We can start our life tomorrow, should we desire it."

"Do you? Desire it, I mean?"

"Well, to be fair I've already started my life with you. As far as I'm concerned."

"So have I."

"So tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."

They sat there for God knows how long, just enjoying the rare moment of calm between two very different (but very real) stress storms.

They came out of their little bubble when David shut off the mower and came stomping up the stairs, grumbling about neighbor kids and raccoons or something. He stopped in front of them, almost startled at their presence.

"I see how it is. You survive one fire and suddenly you never have to do chores again?" David joked, clearly amused by Emma's state of relaxation.

"It's not my grass. Plus I'll be out of your hair tomorrow, Dave. We got the all-clear on our place!" Saying it out loud to someone other than Killian gave her a rush like the drop of a roller coaster and she already craved telling someone else. She was going to be a little insufferable with her joy and she did not care even one bit.

"And... how exactly will you be doing that, might I ask?"

Emma glanced at Killian, relieved to see that he, too, was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't - I mean, I'm not trying to be insensitive, but... “he trailed off, looking around as if to find someone who could get him out of this conversation. But Mary Margaret didn't magically appear (guess they weren't telepathic like Emma often suspected), so he finished his thought. "You guys don't have anything to move."

The deflation of her soul those simple words caused was tangible. Probably visible if the near-regret in David's eyes was anything to go on.

Mary Margaret had been urging Emma to think of her new home and what she wanted to fill it with and cranky, sexually frustrated Emma resisted and tried to procrastinate and now here it was - the time they could move - and the obvious hadn't hit her.

They had next to nothing.

"But - I don't want to wait," Emma all but whined, her voice sounding small even to herself.

Killian rubbed his arms up and down her back, squeezing her more tightly when he felt her shake a little.

"Don't worry, love. Tomorrow shall be a shopping spree!"

Killian sounded like a kid on Christmas and his enthusiasm was contagious - even though David hurried to tell them they didn't need to rush and they could stay as long as they wanted and they should really think long and hard about the things they wanted to fill their house with rather than buying whatever the heck they saw first at the store.

But Emma tuned him out. She was moving in with her boyfriend tomorrow.

-

Mary Margaret and David were the most annoying parents on the planet and their child was as of yet to be born.

As soon as Emma and Killian made it clear that they were absolutely, most definitely moving into their new house tomorrow, the couple went into overdrive, making lists and searching local department store websites for prices and inventory and any bargains or coupons or incentives. Mary Margaret was shuffling around the house, raiding closets and drawers and shelves for items "just to use for the time being" and "you know, just to get you started." Emma kept refusing, but Killian was genuinely concerned that Mary Margaret was going to go into early labor if they refused her help, so he just whispered Swan, let her have this one each time Emma tried to argue.

They were about an hour into comparing furniture designs and prices when David remarked that it was simply too bad that they didn't know the measurements of the house offhand - if they knew a couch/bed/etc. would fit, they could order it right now.

Which was when Emma seemed to have a light bulb switch on above her head like a damned cartoon.

"We'll find out!" she shouted, jumping up from the recliner she'd been leaning on.

"It's probably a little late to call Zelena, don't you think? It's not even a work day," Mary Margaret warned.

"No, yeah, of course I'm not going to bother her. I just mean - well, no one is at the house and I have some pretty excellent lock picking skills that are sorely going to waste."

"Excuse me, young lady, cop present," David shouted, purely scandalized.

Emma just rolled her eyes and grabbed Killian's hand, tugging him toward the door. "You gonna turn me in?"

"Emma, now is not the time. It can wait until morning."

"You just said that it would be helpful to know the dimensions. Killian and I will slip on in there, measure it up, and come back ready to start ordering!"

Emma stopped off at the front closet of the Nolans' house, grabbing a few tools (and a measuring tape) and threw them in her bag, tossing it over her shoulder and retaking Killian's hand in a span of two seconds flat. Clearly something was happening here beyond measurements because not ten minutes before Emma had been tired and utterly disinterested in choosing a sofa or a kitchen table. Now her excitement was definitely an eleven on a scale of one to ten and while he was certainly happy to see her so enthusiastic, he also had some genuine confusion over the motivation.

Unless she really, really just needed a break from the helicopter parents that were her best friends.

Yeah, that was probably it.

The house was within walking distance and the sun was still a ways from setting so they decided to walk to their new home, hand-in-hand and truly giddy (they had a home).

When it seemed that they were far enough away from the house that no gentle breeze and open window would allow the Nolans to hear his words, Killian turned to Emma, eyebrow quirked in silent question.

"We seriously needed out of there, right? They're nuts! We're going to be fine. It's not like the whole house needs an Interior Design team. Right? We can start with some basics and add as we go?"

The Nolans - Mary Margaret, especially - had been so persuasive and adamant in their demands, even Killian had started to believe some of what they were suggesting Emma and Killian simply couldn't live without from day one. But now, with some fresh air and space, he could see even more clearly what Emma obviously had as well.

They actually were going to be just fine on their own.

"You can't blame them for being that way. They just really, really want you to be happy, Swan."

She slowly moved in front of him and grasped his other hand as well, squeezing tightly as she locked eyes with him. "They want us to be happy, Killian. They're your people, too."

"I know, love. But my god is that love smothering at times!"

They continued their walk, going over the most ridiculous things that had been said by their friends in the course of the last few hours and sharing what retorts they'd wanted to say versus what they'd actually responded with and before they knew it, their new home was right in front of them.

"It looks so pretty in the sunset," Emma breathed, utterly amazed by what honestly amounted to an average, modest dwelling.

But he was amazed, too. "Aye."

"Aye," she (poorly) imitated his accent. "But I'm the pirate now. Watch me work, babe."

With that Emma took out some tools from her bag - small wrenches it looked like - and started picking at the lock on the surprisingly old door. It only took a minute or so for him to hear a distinct click followed by a hushed whoop of glee and, finally, the creaking of the door as Emma swung it open.

He'd seen it already, of course. Emma had taken him back there after she'd already secured it. But knowing it wasn't just this thing that was happening in the future, that this was going to be all theirs come tomorrow - it was overwhelming.

And absolutely made it ten times more beautiful than when he first saw it.

Emma pulled out the measuring tape and tossed her bag in the corner, slipping off her boots so as not to track anything on their carpet. "What kind of couch do you want, anyway? I feel like I only know what Mary Margaret and David think is best for us."

"You're not wrong, love. I think I prefer the ones that are fluffy and spacious. I want something we can cuddle on and watch television."

"Isn't that what the bed is for, Killian?"

"I wish to cuddle with you everywhere."

"Is that so?" Emma asked, quirking her eyebrow and putting a little extra swing in her hips as she approached him.

"Of course. You're very cuddly."

"Cuddly, that's what you're going for?"

"Would you prefer a different adjective, love?"

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to something a little less innocent..." Emma murmured, wrapping her arms around him and kissing around his clavicle.

"Would you now?" His body was responding to hers but fast, having been without any non-innocent touch in some time.

"Is that so hard to believe?" She continued kissing across his shoulder, up his neck, around his earlobe.

Jesus she was trying to kill him.

"Well you already know my feelings on you in that way. But considering all you've been through recently, I didn't think - I wasn't going to assume you wanted to go in this direction."

"What direction?" she asked oh-so-innocently - while raising her thigh to rub against his already painfully hard erection.

"Emmaaaaaa," he groaned, having absolutely not expected this when he agreed to this venture.

"Killiaaaaaan," she mocked.

He pulled out of her grasp and turned her around so they were both facing the unlit fireplace, his arms enveloping her and her sinking against him in response. "We came here, to our home, to measure for our furniture, love. Not to give into carnal desires only to end up in the ER."

"Are you planning to cut yourself on my measuring tape?"

"Emma. You were in a fire a month ago!"

"They never said I couldn't have sex," she reasoned, shrugging her shoulders beneath him.

"I think when one can't breathe, it's just common sense that there won't be any sex."

"But I can breathe now. And I want you! We need to celebrate. Like you said, this is our home."

He had absolutely no desire to say no to her in the first place and his body had already jumped on the yes train about two minutes ago, so Killian just said fuck it and started raining kisses from Emma's shoulder to her neck before finally catching her mouth with his, despite her still being tucked with her back against his front.

She moaned into it and he felt her tongue immediately sliding against his bottom lip, and goddamn it if he wasn't so hungry for her he could just die.

She squeezed her arms against his around her middle as their tongues tangled together, the spark finally fully igniting. Killian let his arms wander from her waist, trailing up to stroke at her breasts and down to feel the heat radiating between her legs.

"Swan, there isn't a bed," he grumbled between kisses, still desperately grasping at her body. "Or even a couch."

"So?" Emma turned in his hold to face him, one hand reaching behind his neck to draw him closer and the other sliding down to fumble with the button on his pants.

"So do you fancy rug burn on your knees? Or mine?"

She chuckled but continued her assault, yanking down his zipper and pushing his boxers out of the way until she had him fully in hand, stroking ever-so-lightly.

"We'll do it standing up. It's not like this is going to take long." She looked up at him and winked, removing her hand (thankfully) and pulling off her own top.

"God, I love you," was all Killian could get out before he was stripping himself down, clothes tossed haphazardly around what would become his living room.

Emma just laughed, a giddy, genuine sound that should have seemed out of place in such a frenzy of sexual passion - but that fit right in with what made them... them.

Once she'd discarded all of her clothes, she scurried over to the fireplace, leaning her arms against it and jutting her ass out, wiggling it adorably in invitation. Killian accepted (obviously), locking eyes with her as she peered at him over her shoulder. "Sorry this is going to be so fast, love."

"Oh, believe me. I'm just as worked up as you. I'll probably come the second you touch me, so, you know. Just get on with it."

"Just get on with it?" He repeated, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck me, Killian." Her eyes were fire and he couldn't have held himself back if there was a fire alarm at that point.

She moaned loudly as he rubbed himself against her, finding her positively dripping as he lined himself up and pushed in with ease.

"Holy hell," she breathed, her chest already heaving.

"So good," he whispered back, both of his hands squeezing her hips with the exertion of trying to make this last longer than thirty fucking seconds.

He rocked against her slowly, deliberately at first, but it only took a few sighs and curses from Emma before he was desperately plunging into her, hard and fast. She kept one hand firmly against the wall, but reached her other back to tangle with his, her moans rapidly rising in pitch as she began to rock back against him stroke for stroke.

She felt so good around him, so tight at this angle and so warm and it had been so long since he'd had her and it happening here, in their home - it was all too much for him to handle. The emotions, the feel of her walls starting to flutter and squeeze him, it brought him to the edge and right over it, his whole body shaking as he spilled himself deep inside her. They were both gasping for breath and quivering (either from the orgasm or tired muscles, he couldn't be sure), but still firmly connected.

"I love you," she gasped out after a minute or so, her forehead now resting on the hand that was planted against the wall.

"As I love you," he responded, bending further over her to kiss across her back and over to her shoulders.

"Ugh, I didn't really think of cleanup," she groaned, apparently looking down at her thighs that were now more than a little sticky. "Guess I'm going to have to resort to using my underwear."

"Should have thought of that before you attacked me."

She scoffed. "Oh, like you didn't want it."

"Of course I did, love," Killian slowly pulled out of her, quickly bending down to find her panties before they made too noticeable a mess. "But I always want you. So that's not ever really going to be an issue."

But she suddenly didn't seem to care so much about the mess, taking the cloth from him but then wrapping her arms around him and pulling him so their lips were just inches apart. "This is our home, Killian."

He felt just as amazed as she looked and so what if there was semen on their brand new carpet? They'd bring the Lysol tomorrow.

This was their home.

-

Move-in was the fucking worst.

Emma and Killian had steadfastly decided that they were only going to buy the basics that first day. Bed, trash cans, food, TV, whatever. They already had bought most of their bathroom-type things and had been keeping them at the Nolans', but they figured they could probably buy some more clothes while they were out, if they had time.

But, no. Mary Margaret and David had apparently recruited everyone and their fucking brother to help them that day and had insisted on full everything. They couldn't just get a bed - they had to get the whole bed set! And they couldn't just have a TV sitting on the floor - they needed an entertainment center! And quite frankly Emma was too fucking tired to argue.

The night before had been perfect. She'd finally gotten some alone time with Killian (and some satisfying alone time, at that). They'd made a good amount of decisions about the types of things they wanted for their house.

But they hadn't planned on buying them the very next day.

Hadn't it been Mary Margaret and David who had warned them to wait? Apparently once they started something they were just going at full speed until they hit a fucking brick wall.

A brick wall named Emma.

"Guys! Didn't we talk about this? We have enough money. Stop trying to buy us shit!"

Robin had gotten them a toaster oven, which was very sweet and relatively small. That was OK. Belle had sent Will with a beautiful picture for their wall - the whole crew of them on the Jewel for Ruby's going away party. That was thoughtful and sweet. But then Mary Margaret and David were insisting on buying them a washer and dryer set. A set! It was something like $1,600 and while Emma was trying to be cool with letting her makeshift "parents" help out, enough was fucking enough.

"But we just want to help you, Emma! You've been through so much. You both have! And not just the fire. This is your happy ending! You made it! I just want to provide pieces of it for you."

"For god's sake, woman, you already have! The important stuff, too. Not things. I know you say things are symbolic, but quite honestly fuck the symbols. The only thing I need from you is love and support and friendship. And perhaps your recipe for Mexican hot chocolate cookies. My point is: yes, I made it. I did! I'm already here. You don't have to keep giving. I'm good."

Will and Robin were seemingly trying to teleport themselves out of this conversation and Killian and David were mostly just staring at their women and the women were staring at each other and everything was just too tense and awkward and this was supposed to be a happy day, not another goddamn meltdown.

"Are we cool?" Emma finally asked.

"Yes, we're - we're cool. But we're also never going to just... stop being overbearing and excessive. I've decided it's my job. And David will back me up because he always backs me up. And Robin and Will, they're on board, too, even if they don't realize it."

"You know what I'm on board with?" Will chimed in. "Pizza. It's what you do when you move people, right? You order pizza. I say it's pizza time."

So they drove their (many) rented trucks back to the (adorable) rented house and sat down at the (expensive) non-rented table that Killian actually really did want, despite not having planned on buying one, and their scrappy little family ate way too much cheese and toasted with only semi-chilled beer to all the shit that led them here.

-

The air was already warm, despite the sun having just risen, when Killian first stepped aboard his ship that Monday morning. The kids wouldn't be there for another hour or so, but he wanted to make sure that all the activities were properly lined up - after all, the previous week he'd leaned quite a bit on Mary Margaret to do the teacher-y things while he pouted. Or brooded. Whatever it was. But Mary Margaret wasn't going to be his co-captain this week.

Emma walked up the gangplank, her new (not-so-binding) outfit flowing in the gentle breeze. The leather, while sexy as all hell, wasn't quite appropriate with the kids and, in her words, hurt like a bitch against burns. So they found some vaguely old-timey stuff at a Salvation Army the previous week, and Emma was rocking it like no one else on this Earth could. But, then again, she looked good in anything.

(Or nothing.)

"Reporting for duty, Captain Jones!" she called, saluting excitedly as she approached him.

"Good morning, my love," he crooned, reaching out for her hand and dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"You better get all that affection out of your system, buddy. No PDA in front of the kids."

"I'll behave, Captain Swan."

She chuckled and hugged him tighter, her ear pressing against his chest so closely she had to be able to hear his heart stuttering.

"We did it, Killian."

"Did what?"

"All of it? I mean, we found each other. And we built this together." She gestured around the ship at the activity stations and the snacks. "I just - I always thought I'd stay at least half-lost. Even after I had Ruby, Mary Margaret, David, a job I was damn good at. I just - I never expected this. You."

"I never expected you, either, love. Especially not, well, the way we happened."

"It's a unique story, I'll give you that," Emma laughed, her cheeks flushing as if she were remembering the many embarrassments along the way.

"I wouldn't trade it for anything," Killian promised her, bending down for one last kiss on the lips before the pack of kids descended upon them and sucked away all their energy for the next 8 hours.

"Me neither."

Go to FINAL chapter!

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TV shows and movies I remember from my childhood

Cheaper By The Dozen: I remember the first time I ever saw this movie. I was at my dad’s for the weekend and we were eating spinach pizza with ranch (don’t judge me) and I was so in love with the kid that played Jake.

Superbabies: Baby Geniuses 2: I remember this one the most because Mickey D’s forgot to give me honey mustard for my nuggets and my dad tried making me some. Also I thought Sabrina Bryan from The Cheetah Girls was in this movie, but it was Skyler Shaye,who kinda looks like Sabrina Bryan.

The Cheetah Girls: I know all these songs by heart and I remember fighting with my sister and cousin over who would be which Cheetah Girl

Bring It On: I mean who hasn’t seen this and again fought with my sister and cousin over which side we were on

Spy Kids: I was obsessed with the Spy Kids movies. I remember my dad taking me to see all the movies in the theater and he would fall asleep halfway through and snore.

Hotel for Dogs: This cheesy ass movie stayed with me because Jake T. Austin was in it and so was Emma Roberts

Wizards of Waverly Place: I might still like wizardry, knowing full and well that it’s not real but who cares

Unfabulous: Spending the weekend at my grandparents and just watching this show was the best. Also I could never see why Addie liked Jake. I liked that one dude she dated. The one who had all those allergies. . .she kissed him after eating a peanut butter cookie and he had to leave for the hospital

Zoey 101: EVERYONE ASKING CHASE IF THAT WAS HIS REAL HAIR!

Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide: This was my show and I would like to think it helped me through middle school

Invader Zim: THIS SHOW IS COMING BACK. I have no idea why I liked this show but I did

Danny Phantom: Yo Danny Phantom, he was just fourteen when his parents built a very strange machine” I can rap that whole intro. This was my favorite show

Fairly Odd Parents: After the years I’ve lost track of this show. . .last I heard of it Timmy got a fairy god dog. I loved this show.

Jimmy Neutron: When I say I sat watching this show 24/7 I MEAN IT! I loved this show and then Fairly Odd Parents and Jimmy Neutron did a whole mashup

The Suit Life of Zack and Cody: My mom enjoyed this show, so you know it was genuine!

 Proud Family: I miss this show. Like I really really miss this show. They should make a live action one

The Wild Thornberrys: Okay if you did not cry during the movie when she lost her power you are lying

Lazy Town: Imma leave this here cause I saw the memes

Pb & J Otter: “Do the noodle dance”

Big Comfy Couch: This show made clowns less scary

Between the Lions: This was a fantastic show. Like PBS Kids had some pretty great shows. Also did Cliff Hanger ever get rescued from that cliff?

Liberty Kids: I think my interest in history comes from this show because without it I would take naps in history class

Cheetah Girls 2: Need I say more. All the best songs came from this movie. I also remember trying the hostess Ding Dong cakes while watching this

Shark Tale: All the references to other movies in this one movie was great, but I also want to know what possessed them to make this movie?

 As Told By Ginger: About two years ago I looked this show up on YouTube and reminisced

Out of the Box: “So long farewell to you my friends. Goodbye for now until we meet again” This show was so creative and wholesome

Bear in the Big Blue House: That moon gave me nightmare

Scooby-Doo: I remember the old Boomerang cartoons, the movies, the spin-offs, which they still make, Scooby-Doo was life

 Maya and Miguel: This show was amazing. I mostly remember the chupacabra episode

Cyber Chase: Fucking Christopher Loyd was in this show. How can you not watch it!

Clifford the Big Red Dog: Mack was such an asshole of a dog sometimes, but another wholesome show

Zoom: “Come on and Zoom. Come on and Zoom, Come on and Zooma zooma zooma ZOOM!” When I was younger whenever I made myself ice cream I would pretend I was on the cooking segment of this show

Titanic: I recently went to the Titanic Exhibit and it was amazing. According to my mom I had an imaginary friend named Jack and because of my love for Dicarpio I’m pretty sure that character was my imaginary friend

Zeke and Luther: I can’t explain why I liked this show but I remember the guy that played Cookie from Ned’s Declassified was on here.

The Powerpuff Girls: THE REMAKE IS HORRIBLE!

 The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy: I enjoyed this show so much. I think Netflix once had it, but now it’s gone

Dexter’s Laboratory: DeeDee is a deceiving girl and you know it!

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends: I still watch this show on Hulu and it’s still amazing

Ed, Edd, and Eddy: I was in love with Double D case and point. Though these boys were stupid

 Courage the Cowardly Dog: Why did I haunt myself by watching this at night?

Rugrats: I remember all their movies and eating a philly cheese steak while watching their first movie

Code Name: Kid’s Next Door: This was my all time favorite. I was really into spy stuff and even during book fairs got to by like a “how to be a spy” book

Johnny Bravo: As I look at this show now all I can say is he is in fact a Fuckboy. 

All That: I vaguely remember this but it was good

Good Burger: Kennan and Kel man. These two were funny as heck

Hey Arnold: Football head and then he found out Helga liked him in the movie

Recess: This was an amazing show and my mom’s favorite thing to watch at that

Rocket Power: Woogide woogide woogide

Kim Possible: Again I loved secret agent stuff and when Kim and Ron ended up with each other at the end I was so happy. “Hicka hicka boo” “Whoosha”

Legends of the Hidden Temple: Those gate masters scared the hell out of me but I loved this game show!

Not Another Teen Movie: When I realized Chris Evans, the same guy that plays Captian America played Jake Wyler I lost it!

Hoodwinked: I’m proud to say I know every song in this movie too

The Haunted Mansion: Eddie Murphy is so funny to me and this movie was scary

Minute Men: *clears throat* I may still be in love with Luke Benward

Mostly Ghostly: kjfaljfladsjkf I saw they made a remake and I can’t bring myself to watch that movie

Halloween Town: I love Halloween and this movie was my all time favorite. I still watch this now.

Twitches: Okay Disney Channel had a knack for making great movies

Quints: ajfdkllkj can you imagine that many holy crap. This was a good and out of the box movie

Luck of the Irish: I like this movie and every year Disney Channel plays it plus I was in love with the main character which leads me to

Smart House: I would obsess over this movie because again I was in love with that kid. . .what is his name?

How To Eat Fried Worms: This movie was crazy from start to finish but I liked it

Inkwell: I refuse to discuss this movie

National Treasure: oh yes. I remember eating some subs and garlic fries, sitting on the floor of my mom’s room while I watched this movie

The DaVinci Code: I’m still upset that Tom Hanks played the role of Robert Langdon and not Nicholas Cage

Pirate of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl: I’m obsessed with Pirates and these movies!

Smallville: Okay this show was so great. I love when the make different stories around the superheros

Gossip Girl: I own all the seasons. I remember the first time I ever watched this show. I was like eight or nine and for some reason it intrigued me

All My Children: My grandma got me into soap operas 

The Color of Friendship: If you have not seen this beautiful movie go watch it. Thought the original story is super sad

Tuck Everlasting: This movie was really interesting. I remember watching this at my friend’s house in Nebraska and swooning over the guy that played Jesse 

I’m gonna leave it here but I hope everyone else could reminisce with me and add on if you feel like sharing. These are all the ones I can remember off the top of my head though.

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2014/2015/2016/2017 New Years Survey

Adding in 2017

1: What did you do in 2014/2015/2016/2017 that you’d never done before?

2014: Had sex

2015: Got further in my love life

2016: Went to the PAC 12 Championship, and about to go to a bowl game

2017: Graduated and moved in with friends

2: Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? 2014: I don’t think I actually made any. I might try to this year

2015: I kept a lot of them, and I will probably make new ones

2016: I can’t remember what they were. I might make new ones

2017: I can’t remember what they were. I am making new ones

3: Did anyone close to you give birth? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My mom’s ex-boyfriend’s daughter

2017: No

4: Did anyone close to you die? 2014: No

2015: No

2016: My friend Zach, although we hadn’t really talked much for a couple of years so we weren’t close anymore

2017: No

5: What countries did you visit? 2014: I stayed in my home country this year, but hopefully I will travel more in 2015 or 2016, I am planning to study abroad

2015: I stayed in my home country but I am planning to study abroad in 2016

2016: I studied abroad in Italy :)

2017: I went to London with my mom

6: What would you like to have in 2015/2016/2017/2018 that you lacked in 2014/2015/2016/2017? 2014: A boyfriend, more confidence, and a more interesting personality

2015: A boyfriend and more confidence

2016: A boyfriend already goddamnit it’s time

2017: An official boyfriend and a film job

7: What dates from 2014/2015/2016/2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? 2014: 12/13/14, the day I had sex, and it was interesting because I had my first kiss on 11/12/13

2015: 9/3/15 was the day of the Old Chicago watch party where Hawaii flirted me.

2016: 6/8/16 the day I found out Zach had died

2017: 8/21/17, the solar eclipse

8: What was your biggest achievement of the year? 2014: I think my Blank Space video was cool. Also I got a job

2015: Maybe finally starting to go to the gym and get confidence

2016: My short film Pancakes, which had a full film crew

2017: Graduated college

9: What was your biggest failure? 2014: Letting myself remain unhappy instead of figuring out how to change it

2015: Losing some of the confidence I gained in the fall

2016: Kinda giving up on trying, in various ways

2017: Did not get back into working out

10: Did you suffer illness or injury? 2014: I had a trifecta of stomach flu, pink eye, and common cold during finals week. I also cut my foot open at Water World and it got infected

2015: I was sick for a month from kissing Hawaii

2016: Yeah, that month-long Hawaii plague kinda turned into a year-long strike from my immune system. Also, I got a node in my thyroid. So far it’s benign, just a weird lump

2017: I had to get surgery to remove the thyroid node

11: What was the best thing you bought? 2014: A Netflix subscription

2015: My TV

2016: All my Italy souvenirs. Idk I can’t pinpoint one thing

2017: Sebastian the pirate merman ornament

12: Whose behaviour merited celebration? 2014: My mom’s boyfriend is finally apologizing to her and trying to make up for cheating on her last year, and he actually seems to be working really hard to change

2015: Vincent has become close friends with me and shows a lot of bravery in how he handles things

2016: The football team finally got good

2017: My film class for all we accomplished and helping each other on projects

13: Whose behaviour made you appalled? 2014: There were a few guys who bailed on me without explanation, but the biggest one is my friend who stopped talking to me, apparently because I vented to her too much, but did not give me any chance to fix it and seems to hate me now

2015: All the guys who were too cowardly to text me back

2016: This one dude in Italy on my study abroad program made out, etc with me, then told me not to tell anyone because there was a different girl he wanted to get with

2017: My friend and his girlfriend got mad at me for seeking out another ride because they drove recklessly

14: Where did most of your money go? 2014: A lot went into camera and film equipment rentals. Unfortunately quite a bit also went into the vending machine

2015: Random stuff, and more than usual went to holiday presents

2016: Groceries and clothes and knick knacks

2017: Rent

15: What did you get really, really, really excited about? 2014: I went to the Telluride Film Festival with a school group

2015: Getting to go on a band trip

2016: Getting to go on 3 (three!) band trips

2017: Graduating and London

16: What song will always remind you of 2014/2015/2016/2017? 2014: Songs tend to remind me of people, and the songs that remind me of the people of 2014 are “Don’t Cha” for Captain and “Wildest Dreams” for Marble. Also, Blank Space for all of them

2015: Taylor Swift’s 1989 album

2016: Shut Up and Dance

2017: Not sure if I have one. Maybe the Anastasia soundtrack

17: Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? © richer or poorer? 2014: A) Maybe a little sadder. I’m just getting more desperate as more time passes with me single. B) About the same, maybe a couple pounds fatter. C) Richer, now that I have a job

2015: A) Happier. B) Thinner. C) About the same, maybe a little richer. I’m not excellent at saving

2016: A) Happier. I was about to say sadder, because I think this year as a whole I’ve been sadder than last year as a whole, but I remembered that in december I was trying to get over Hawaii and that sucked ass. B) Fatter. C) About the same, maybe a bit richer

2017: A) About the same. Maybe a little sadder, I kind of miss college. B) Probably about the same. C) Probably poorer because I actually have to pay rent now. But I also make a lot more money so maybe it evens out

18: What do you wish you’d done more of? 2014: Adventures, swing dancing, and maybe a little more textbook reading

2015: Enjoying myself and trying new experiences, and getting the most out of school

2016: Exercising, making friends in Italy

2017: I wish I had done more in college as a whole

19: What do you wish you’d done less of? 2014: Fighting with my parents, perhaps, and maybe less being sad or worried around people because clearly it pushes them away

2015: Worrying about things

2016: Thinking about Hawaii

2017: Strategizing

20: How did you spend Christmas? 2014: With my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2015: Oops awk, I’m doing this early. But I will spend it with my mom’s boyfriend’s family

2016: Lol I’m doing it early again. I think I am just gonna be chilling, I’ll probably do Hanukkah that night

2017: I keep doing it early. Idk maybe watch a movie or something

21: Did you fall in love in 2014/2015/2016/2017? 2014: No, I don’t think so. Maybe, with Captain a little

2015: Not quite

2016: I stayed in love with Captain. I’m pretty sure that started before this year but maybe not. I told him that I loved him this year, though

2017: Almost maybe, but not quite

22: What was your favourite TV program? 2014: Supernatural

2015: How to Get Away With Murder

2016: Suits

2017: Friends

23: Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? 2014: My friend who hates me, I’m starting to hate her back

2015: I still don’t really hate anyone

2016: Don’t really hate anyone

2017: Yeah. Didn’t know her last year

24: What was the best book you read? 2014: Mistborn

2015: The Testing, maybe

2016: Mistborn series

2017: Mistborn series. Also not quite a book but the Choices game

25: What was your greatest musical discovery? 2014: Blank Space

2015: Shut Up and Dance

2016: Collabro

2017: Anastasia the Musical

26: What did you want and get? 2014: A job, new experiences

2015: More confidence, losing weight, better friend relationships

2016: A bowl trip, a summer abroad

2017: I may be on the path to getting a boyfriend?

27: What did you want and not get? 2014: A boyfriend, to lose weight, more confidence and conversational skills

2015: A boyfriend

2016: A boyfriend

2017: Cadence

28: What was your favourite film of this year? 2014: The Imitation Game or Guardians of the Galaxy

2015: The Martian or Inside Out

2016: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

2017: Coco

29: What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying? 2014: Being in college

2015: Better friend relationships

2016: The football team doing well

2017: Graduating

30: How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2014/2015/2016/2017? 2014: Lazy

2015: Thift-shoppy

2016: Lazy

2017: Lazy when I was in school except for the days I saw Cadence, and then more fashionable when I got my job

31: What kept you sane? 2014: Hope for the future

2015: Belief in myself I guess

2016: Genetics and environmental factors that have not yet caused insanity

2017: Not sure

32: Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? 2014: Chris Pratt

2015: Still Chris Pratt I think

2016: Chris Pratt is a sexy, sexy man

2017: Yup. Or Kit Harington

33: What political issue stirred you the most? 2014: Probably the Leelah Alcorn suicide that just happened

2015: The presidential debates are happening

2016: The presidential election, first one that I got to vote in

2017: Maybe Net Neutrality

34: Who did you miss? 2014: My friend who hates me

2015: Hawaii

2016: Hawaii and Zach

2017: I missed Jessie while we were fighting

35: Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2014/2015/2016/2017. 2014: Let it Go

2015: Bravery means going after what you want

2016: The importance of storyboarding

2017: Strategizing just wastes time

36: Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. 2014: Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane

2015: I almost brought him up, but you start to talk about the movie that your family watches every single Christmas, and I’ll talk about that, for the first time, what’s past is past

2016: Buffaloes, Buffaloes, Go CU

2017: School’s out forever