#but uh. an extra $10 for a bit of rum I don’t even want? I’m fine

[shatterthefragments]

Also I feel like $20-$30 extra for an extra 150-200 square feet is reasonable for a regular sized room instead of a Mini Room so. Splurging a bit on my hotel next week 😭 ✌️ (it’s still less than $80 more than the hostel room would be after taxes… and I get my own bathroom :))

Hoping to leave work early (that unpaid overtime I’ve racked up to get to leave early when I want to 😘) (I did ask so it should be okay) (I did get paid 2.5 hours overtime on fathers day at least bc. Yeah. But then I stayed longer than my asst manager soooooo I jsut. Asked bc I am more than willing to offer to leave early BC I WANT TO START MY TRAVEL EARLY especially bc that way I can join the zoom meeting (and get paid for that even while Out))

I’m still kinda like. “Ugh three openers in going to be SO TIRED” bc. Uh. I will be. Idk if I’ll have time for a nap except for maybe on the bus. Bc it’s after a shift at work. I’ll probably be getting lots of juice from the bar tbh. (They do pineapple juice which is lovely :) a good change from apple juice boxes which I tend to bring with me)

[missymurphy1985]

The Dressing Room (Cillian Murphy one shot)

Warning - smut

A/N - Cillian is performing onstage in Grief is the Thing With Feathers.. He has no wife or children here, he's just a carefree bachelor 😉

Request? Yes

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It was 9pm by the time you'd arrived at the back doors of the Gaiety in Dublin, hoping to catch a glimpse of him as he left the theatre and hopefully get your copy of Grief signed. You had tickets to see the play the following night - opening night - tonights show was just a warm up. You knew he normally left the theatre after the curtain call, avoiding the crowd at the front and never having a drink after a show with the crew. Tonight however, seemed to be the one night he didn't leave on schedule...

You checked your watch - 9:30pm. It was the middle of October and my god you were freezing, but you knew if you left now he'd come out... Just another ten minutes...

9:55pm.

10:15pm.

Your fingers were so cold, you couldn't feel them anymore. Your feet were like blocks of ice at the end of your legs. Looking around, you could hear the throng of people at the front of the building start to quieten - they were clearly moving on too. Your bladder was screaming at you - you knew that last cup of coffee on the train was a bad idea....

You were regretting your decision massively. The only reason you came tonight was because it would be quieter than tomorrow - just a warm up show for close friends and family. Obviously he had decided to stay behind for a while, or maybe he'd left through the main entrance... Fuck it. Wrapping your coat around you, you turned to leave before you finally heard the back door open. Turning, you saw him. Wrapped up in a long tan coloured scarf and beanie hat, but it was undoubtedly him. He spotted you with your book and pen and you definitely saw him sigh and roll his eyes.

"Cillian, I'm sorry I just - "

"Come back tomorrow night and I'll sign whatever you want me to sign," he huffed, turning his back on you and walking towards the car park.

"Are you fucking serious?" You almost laughed, looking to the night sky.

"What did you say?" Shit, you said that louder than you thought...

"I said - are you serious... I've been stood here for nearly two hours waiting for you, desperate for a wee, freezing my fucking arse off, and all you can tell me is to come back tomorrow? The self-proclaimed nice guy of Hollywood huh, not so nice are you? All I wanted was a fucking autograph.." You turned on your heel shaking your head and walked away.

"Hey! I never said I wouldn't sign it, I said I'd sign it tomorrow! Jesus... Some sense of fucking entitlement huh?"

"Fuck you, Cillian." Your angry eyes met his stunned ones for a moment, before you turned around and walked away.

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The following evening, after a lot of angry discussions with yourself in your head, scolding yourself for acting like a spoilt, entitled brat, you finally decided that the train ride and hotel booking was worth more than your pride. You'd arrived at the theatre with your tail between your legs, hoping he hadn't prewarned the staff about the psycho girl with red hair and banned you from the theatre....

Fortunately nothing happened. You watched the show in awe, his performance was utterly mesmerising... And it was easy to understand why he looked so exhausted the night before - my god the man barely stopped to take a breath!! You felt so guilty.. the thought of asking him to sign anything right now was absolutely terrifying, so you decided not to bother... Picking up your bag after curtain call, you made your way back into the foyer when there was a sudden tap on your shoulder. Turning around, one of the stewards was smiling at you.

"Miss? Were you at the stage door behind the building around 11pm last night?"

"Um... Yes... I know I wasn't supposed to be there and it won't happen again -"

"Could you come with me please?"

You panicked - you knew it was trespassing... He led you back into the theatre and up through the stage into the backstage area. Your hands were so shaky, the panic coursing through you, when your eyes suddenly made sense of where you were - the large door in front of you with Dressing Room clearly emblazoned across it...

The steward knocked, and a thick Irish brogue called him in. He opened the door and ushered you inside before you could protest. Sat on the couch was Cillian, his makeup freshly removed and he was back in his normal clothes again. On the table in front of him was a bottle of rum.

"I owe you an apology... What's your name?" he looked up at you and smiled, offering you a glass.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck?" You asked, looking at him like he'd grown an extra head.

"I was an ass last night - figured one drink with me and an autograph might soften the blow a little?"

He offered you the glass again and you took it. He clinked his glass against yours and knocked the rum back in one, you did the same. Rum wasn't your normal beverage of choice but it'd do for now. He poured a second glass each for you and you sipped this one.

"Haven't eaten since lunchtime - this is gonna go straight to my head," you laughed.

The two of you chatted - over an hour had gone by before either of you noticing. You were sat on the couch side by side as he continued to top your glass up. Now and again your hands would meet, or legs brush up against each other, and you swore you saw him bite his lip and smile every single time... Was he flirting with you?

"Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" You asked after a short pause.

"Everyone thinks I've already gone, only the steward knows I'm here. This is where I was last night - hiding. Pretty sad huh?" His words were definitely slower now the rum had kicked in.

"Not really - it's an intense show, needing some downtime on your own isn't a bad thing?" You were definitely slurring your words a little, trying hard not to be a complete lightweight and failing miserably.

"I owe you an autograph..." His blue eyes met yours, another lip bite... You felt your stomach knot...

"Yes you do..." You had to squeeze your thighs together to suppress the sudden ache you felt between them, his eyes were seeing into your soul, you could feel them burning into you.

"And where would you like me to sign?" You reached into your bag and groaned - you hadn't brought the book... You hadn't brought anything... A thought entered your head... And you'd had just about enough rum to ask for it...

"Ever had a tattoo of your autograph done before?" You asked him. He shook his head.

"Nope. So you want me to sign your arm?" You shook your head.

"Leg?"

"No."

"Back?"

"No..."

"Then where?" You unbuttoned your blouse from the neck down, his eyes widening with each loosened button. You stopped unbuttoning once you reached your cleavage, pulling the shirt off one shoulder to hang by your elbow. You tapped on your collarbone.

"Maybe a quote from the okay, written across here, and your autograph underneath?" His eyes covered your chest, following your finger as you traced a line over your collarbone.

"Uh... Yeah, yeah I can do that... Let me grab a pen..." He grabbed one from the desk, and came back, kneeling on the floor between your legs as he tried to figure out the best angle to get at your skin without smudging it... Or touching something inappropriate...

"This is tricky... Can you lay down?" He asked, and you lay on the couch - your blouse hanging further down now exposing the black lace bra underneath. He cleared his throat and focussed on your future tattoo. It was impossible to write it without laying his right arm directly on top of your breast, and his left hand holding the skin on the right side of your chest tight, just above your right breast. Once he'd decided the right quote, he set to work, his right arm brushing across your nipple as it moved, sending vibrations and shockwaves through you. You couldn't help but feel the dampness between your thighs, and you had no control over how deep your breathing suddenly became and your eyes fluttering closed at the sensations.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, watching your thighs clenching.

"Mhmm.."

"What is it you're enjoying, exactly?" He moved his arm again, brushing over your breast.

"Mm... That... Do it again.."

"This?" His fingers traced over your left breast at the tip, circling the skin softly, tracing slightly under the material of your bra.

"Yes..."

"I can't get all the way across your collarbone... Your bra strap's in my way.." he whispered, and you arched your back as he reached a hand underneath your blouse, pinging the clasp skilfully. You pulled your arm out of the sleeve and he pulled the bra strap down over your hand, lifting it off your chest. Your left breast fully exposed now, and your left hand resting on your abdomen, scraping your nails over it, so tempted to run it down over your core that was now desperately throbbing, aching for attention. He looked down at your hand, and smiled.

You bit your lip as he stretched the skin again, setting back to work. He knelt closer to you, he was hovering over your chest now and you felt something digging into your right arm. Shifting slightly, his obvious erection was directly underneath your forearm. You bit your lip, and moved your arm so it was rubbing against it, making his hand slip, a deep groan emitting from his lips.

"I need your name..." He moved his mouth to your ear, the pen gone and his hand cupping your left breast, "Need to know what name I'm calling as I bend you over this sofa..." You gasped as his lips met your earlobe, his fingers squeezed your breast, moving down over your abdomen and under your jeans. His eyes met yours, looking for permission. You nodded, telling him your name.

"Y/n... If you don't tell me to stop now, there's no going back..."

"Don't you fucking dare." That was all he needed to hear. He stood, moving to the door and locking it, turning back to find you also standing. His body met yours, lips crashing together as your hands raked through his hair, tugging at the strands. He lifted you off the floor, your legs wrapping round his waist as he carried you to the wall, pinning you against it. You could feel his erection pressing into you through your clothes, which he soon began to remove quickly. You stood bare in front of him, as his fingers moved between your legs, tapping the inside of your thigh to open them. You lifted one leg in the air, hooked under your elbow, as his fingers teased you.

"No playing... Need you inside me now, please..." You gasped, as he unzipped his jeans allowing them to fall to the ground. Your hand quickly slipped inside his boxer shorts, gripping the shaft of his erection and moving your hand up and down making his hips buck. You removed your hand, only to pull the shorts down to meet his jeans on the floor around his ankles. Lifting your body, he wrapped your legs around his waist and lined himself against your slick opening, pushing inside you slowly as you both let out primal, deep groans.

"Holy shit.. so deep, Cillian fuck..." Your breath caught in your throat as he bottomed out, his lips quickly capturing yours in a heated exchange, you hands digging into his shoulders as he began to thrust up into you. You rotated your hips as much as you could to meet his thrusts, soon stopping when his desire took over and he increased the force and pace of them.

"You feel so good.. clamping that hot little pussy around me... You gonna cum for me y/n?"

"You're gonna have to do better than that Murphy..." You smirked, biting your lip, hoping he was about to make good his threat of the sofa...

Within seconds he had you there. Your upper body bent over the back of the couch as he pounded into you from behind.

"Harder... Harder!!" You begged, your orgasm so close it was almost painful. You could hear him panting behind you, his cock pulsing and throbbing deep within you and you knew he was as close as you were.

His hand reached over your back, and gripped your long red hair - pulling it back, setting you on fire. The coil in your abdomen exploded, your core erupting with the most powerful orgasm you'd ever had.

"Fuck yes... Fuck.. yes... Y/n, fuck..." He grunted behind you feeling your walls contracting around him, before releasing his load deep into you, your name on repeat as he came.

He skilfully turned you whilst remaining inside, hoisting you up so your legs were round his waist again. You rested your head against his shoulder as he carried you to the couch, sitting down with you still in his arms, his cock still inside softening.

"That was something else..." He panted, stroking your back and neck.

"That was amazing..."

"Am I forgiven?"

"Hmm... More work needed." He pulled you back and grinned.

"So what do I have to do to earn your full forgiveness?" You grinded your hips against him and nudged his nose with yours. He bit his lip and felt himself hardening again inside you. Your hips rotated on him, squeezing your walls around him, edging him back to full erection deep within you.

"You gonna ride me?"

"I'm gonna ride you so fucking hard..." You moved his hands to your breasts, leaning back to give him full access to them and bounced like your life depended on it. He squeezed your nipples under his fingers, watching your soaked core devour his cock, bouncing on it.

"That's it... That's it..." You gasped as he moved his hand down to rub your clit under his thumb as your hips rocked against him, your hands resting on his knees behind you.

"You like that? My fingers rubbing your clit while you ride me?" His voice was like velvet against your ears, his words edging you closer. He pressed your clit with his thumb harder, his other hand rolling your breast under his palm, squeezing the flesh.

"Please... Oh fuck I'm gonna cum Cillian..."

"Let it go, I've got you baby.." your core throbbed as your orgasm swamped you, taking him with you as he threw his head back against the sofa, filling you up a second time. Both of you panting against each other again as you came down from your climaxes.

"Fuck me... I have to be forgiven now..."

"Getting there," you smiled, pulling your body off his and grabbing your clothes off the floor. You pulled out a notepad and pen, writing something down and stuffing it in his jeans pocket on the floor. You dressed quickly, his eyes watching your every move.

"Leaving already?"

"My phone number is in your jeans pocket. Call me if you're in town again?" He smiled and nodded, promising to take you up on the offer. You leaned over him, stealing one more kiss, before heading out the door.

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Your phone buzzing on your bedside table woke you the following morning. A number you didn't recognise calling you. Answering it groggily, the voice suddenly woke you up with a start.

"I still owe you an autograph."

[lieutenantcharleslorem]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Julian Bashir & Molly O'Brien Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Kira Nerys, Jadzia Dax, Jake Sisko, Nog (Star Trek), Rom (Star Trek), Leeta (Star Trek), Molly O'Brien (Star Trek) Summary: Molly doesn't want to spend Halloween on the station with no human kids, so Julian offers to take her to Earth for the last week of October. Taking others with him to experience the holiday, he could probably relax and lean on them as fellow chaperones. But he has a full itinerary for Molly, with no idea she would have any plans of her own for him.

Note: Apologies for any mistakes, I wanted to get this up by the end of the month. Also, I took some liberties with Molly's personality, and by that I mean I gave her one. But hey, my mom thinks it's accurate to 8, so... 😃Oh, and I'm planning on this story remaining rather wholesome, but since there is a ship I've rated it teen just to be safe until it's all up and I have a better idea.

Quark shuffled over as Chief O’Brien and Dr. Bashir sat down at the bar a few seats away from Morn.

“Hello, boys!” he said, “Care to try our new drink for the hu-mon season? It’s called a Jack-o-lantern!”

Miles groaned and put his head on the bar. He was ignored for a moment while Bashir asked what was in a Jack-o-lantern.

“It’s a spiced rum drink, with pumpkin and carrot juice. Sure to remind you two of home! Plus it comes in these cute little face glasses,” Quark said pulling out a short glass with the black triangular eyes and a toothy grin of a carved pumpkin.

“Wow, you really went all in on the theme if you bought glasses, Quark,” said Bashir.

“Actually they’re sonic-dishwasher safe stickers. Leeta says she can get them off with her long fingernails when your creepy season is over… What’s wrong with him?” Quark pointed a thumb toward O’Brien who had lifted his head to listen to the drink ingredients, but still looked out of sorts.

“What’sa matter, Chief?” asked Bashir.

“Oh, I’m just stressing out about something that probably won’t end up mattering that much.”

“So the usual?” Quark said walking away and returning with two beers. They weren’t sure if Quark was saying Miles always worried about things that didn’t matter or just talking about their drink order, but he disappeared to help another customer immediately after, so they would never know.

“What’s the trouble?” asked Bashir.

“Keiko is really busy on Bajor and can’t take time off for Halloween.”

“Sort of an unusual Holiday to take time off for anyhow.”

“Sure, but now I have Molly because Keiko is so busy, and there definitely wouldn’t be any Halloween business on Bajor anyway.”

“That important, is it?”

“It’s Molly’s favorite Holiday. Last year Keiko took her to my parents’ house on Earth for the week. But I just can’t get away, not with the lifts acting up, and the power cells that went missing—”

“And no one else can do those things? Rom?”

“Oh… It’s not that Rom isn’t capable of being in charge, but he does get, you know, nervous when he thinks people have high expectations and… to be honest he’s been getting on my nerves lately. It’s not him. It’s all the things around here going wrong making me irritated with everything.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“Ugh, I think Keiko thinks I’ll try to make it special here. But Molly knows that’s a bust and isn’t being shy about it. There’s no other human kids here, Daddy. I’m gonna feel silly dressing up. She never used to feel silly being the only one doing something.”

“Well, she’s getting older.”

“Yeah but still so little. If she was older and making a fuss, I’d just send her on a shuttle by herself and have her Gran pick her up on the other side. Used to do that sort of thing when I was a kid, but not ‘til I was a little older than her.”

“Hmm… Well… Miles… I could take her.”

“What?”

“I have some leave. And unlike you I think my staff can handle things while I’m gone. I mean if some horrible disease breaks out, I’ll come rushing back. But it’s just a little trick or treating, right? I could handle it.”

“I… I guess you could. It’s just, there’s a lot of kids and a lot going on—”

“I did in fact trick or treat as a child, Miles; you’re not explaining it to a Vulcan.”

“Well I—”

“Oh! But I could take Garak with me!”

“Garak?!”

“Oh, he loves Molly, and he rarely gets to leave the station. I could show him a piece of human culture.”

“I wouldn’t say he loves Molly. He makes her clothes—”

“He adores her, and would sooner kill someone than let something happen to her. Hmm, I wonder if any other non-humans would like to come learn about Halloween? Kira would probably think it was a waste of time… Dax is probably quite familiar with it, but I’m sure she’d have fun. Oh! I bet Jake hasn’t had an authentic Halloween in years.”

“If you’re going to bring a huge party with you, it’s not really about Molly anymore, is it?”

“Nonsense, the more people I bring the more chaperones for Molly. Besides, I don’t know if any of these people will say yes. Maybe it would just be me and Dax or something. That would be very relaxed. I could do this, Chief, but if you’d rather Molly stuck around here and complained…”

O’Brien gave a hmf that could rival Odo’s. But he nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

“Alright. Not too much sugar, nothing too scary, bed by 9, 10 on Halloween if she twists your arm. Don’t let her wander off on her own, and keep track of her please and thank yous. I don’t want her getting used to being rude because she thinks she can get away with it with you. Call me if there are any problems, and, Doctor… Bring her back in one piece.”

“Can do, Chief. I’ll start asking who wants to come along, and you can lecture all of them too.”

“I will.”

 The next evening, Chief O’Brien ran into Worf on the promenade and stopped him.

“Worf, I was glad to hear you’re going on this trip with Julian to take Molly. I really appreciate—”

“Alas, I am not. Only Jadzia is going.”

“You don’t want to go with her?”

“I have duties here. And I’m afraid I will not get the same things out of the trip that the others will. I did celebrate Halloween as a child, if only because my brother did, and because… when in Rome��as the humans say.”

“Right… Well… It’s just… I had hoped, because you’re good with kids…”

“Chief… I’m flattered to hear you say that. While I will not argue, I’m not sure that Molly is particularly enthused with me.”

“Perhaps, but you’re— responsible.”

“Ah, I see. Though I am not often one to praise the doctor, I do think he is up to the task.”

“I’m sure he is. I just thought you’d want to spend some time with Jadzia, and then you’d be extra help.”

“Admittedly, there may be another reason I have decided not to go.”

“Oh?”

“Major Kira has agreed to go.”

“You… you get along with her fine, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course, but with her, and Jadzia, and the chief medical officer gone, I believe someone should remain here. But additionally, when I met Jadzia, she was wearing some sort of fairy tale costume, as was Kira, I believe to play in a holosuit program. I got the impression that they had a friendship in which they embraced their femineity together, as well as other aspects of their personalities which they share. But they have done this very little since Jadzia and I married.”

“Oh! You just want to give her some space to spend time with her friend? That’s so sweet, Worf.” Worf stifled a groan. “And if Kira’s going, that’s a load off. But how in the quadrant did they get Kira to agree to come?”

“Your daughter. She was with the doctor when he mentioned it to us this morning. Kira did not seem interested when the doctor and Jadzia explained it, but Molly said please, and called her aunty and the major agreed immediately.”

O’Brien burst out laughing and said, “I swear she’s learning how to play people.”

  “Are you sure just you and Yoshi will be okay without me or Mommy around for a whole week?” Molly asked as Miles walked her to the docking ring.

“Molly, it’s been just me and Yoshi before. I think I can handle it,” he said with a smirk. “Are you going to be okay without Mommy or Daddy around for a whole week?”

“I’ve been by myself with Grandma and Grandpa before, I think I can handle it.”

“Good. You’ve got everything? You’re sure you don’t want to take an old costume with you?”

“I told you, Mr. Garak has my costume for this yeeaaaar.”

“Alright, alright.”

Waiting for them at the shuttle were Garak and Julian both holding duffle bags.

“Kira, Dax, and Jake are already aboard saving seats,” said Julian. “Ready to go, Molly?”

Molly nodded, but she didn’t let go of her father’s hand.

“Oh, good! We’re not too late!” they heard Rom’s voice from the hall as he, Leeta, and Nog approached.

“I told you the shuttle left at 1300 hours, Father. We’re right on time,” said Nog.

“Well, I still don’t want to be rude,” Rom said shyly.

“You’re going too, eh?” asked Miles.

“I hope you don’t mind,” said Leeta. Julian and Jake said they would show us a little bit of human culture. But we’re happy to be extra eyes too.” She glanced down at Molly.

“Yeah! Hey there-er-uh, Molly,” Rom said as if he’d never spoken to a child before. “I know you probably know the others better but if you need anything, Leeta and I are here for you too.”

If Rom was weird, Molly didn’t notice. “Thanks, Mr. Rom.”

“I want to see what else there is to Halloween beside academy parties,” said Nog.

“Are they still, a hundred people crammed into someone’s aunt’s house drinking cheep replicator beer?” asked Miles.

“Sounds about right,” said Nog.

“You… drank… at parties… at the academy?” asked Rom.

“Sometimes,” Nog admitted. “But, no offense to your people, Chief, but I don’t like beer.”

“Nog, if anyone tells you they genuinely like the flavor of barley beer, and drink it for no other reasons, they’re either lying to you, or to themselves.”

Nog threw his head back and laughed. “Well we better get going. I’ll get this,” Nog said with an air of sarcasm which didn’t make sense until they all realized what this was. He scooped up Molly and put her on his hip.

“Nog, she’s not a baby, you’re gonna hurt your back,” said Julian from the entrance to the shuttle.

“Nonsense. She’s not so big.”

“I’ve never been up, but still so low before,” said Molly, looking up at her father.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Nog chided with a smile.

“Alright, give Daddy a kiss and then you all better get to your seats.”

He leaned over and Molly kissed him on the cheek. “Bye, Daddy!” she said.

“Have fun, sweetheart.”

Rom grabbed Molly’s bag, and they all turned and shuffled onto the shuttle. The last thing the chief heard before the doors slid closed, was Molly saying, “I want to sit with Mr. Garak!”

“Why…” he whispered to himself.

[walviemort]

empathy belly, part 2

Summary: Killian and Emma are expecting again. But this time, Emma would like Killian to carry some of the weight of the pregnancy—literally (albeit with the help of magic). While the prospect of growing a bump alongside his wife is daunting at first, they both find it makes for an oddly exciting journey. As their waistlines expand, so does their love. (Sequel to Empathy Belly)

rated T/light M | 6.2k | AO3

A/N: I wasn't expecting to revisit this story, but then this idea (inspired by a story I read years ago) came to me and demanded to be written. So here we are! Some shameless weight play and a bit of bump lovin'.

Emma and Killian were both speechless as they stared at the positive test in front of them. They were going to be parents for the second time. (Well, technically third, but--from the start. Together.)

“I love you. So much,” Killian said, voice thick with emotion, as he pressed a kiss to Emma’s temple.

“I love you too,” she breathed, mind racing. It was going to be an adventure for sure; Hope had just turned one, and they hadn’t planned on having another kid so soon, but when was their life ever predictable? “Are you ready for this?”

“Absolutely not,” Killian answered, chuckling. “But I know we can do it.”

“Yeah, we can.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Good thing Hope has weaned already.”

“Aye; though I can’t say I’ll complain about what that will do to your breasts.”

“Killian!”

“What? I’m only a man.”

“I know, I know.” She glanced down at her chest, which had really only gone back to something resembling normal a couple months ago; she didn’t know how she felt about all those changes happening again so soon. “Ugh, and I just lost the baby weight, too. And this one will probably start showing even sooner.” She placed her hand on her stomach, remembering how big she got with Hope—all 8 pounds, 10 ounces of her—and wondered if this one would be the same.

“Which means you will be even more delectable all the sooner,” Killian murmured, and tried to distract her with kisses along her neck. She squirmed, both at the tickling sensation of his beard and remembering how much he had adored making love when she was pregnant, even with (or especially because of) the baby bump.

“Yeah, but you’re not the one gaining all the weight.”

“Uh, I definitely gained a few pounds last time.”

She gave him a sidelong stare. “Like, five. Not forty-five.”

“Forty-five more reasons to love you, my darling. And I was referring to the stunt you pulled right at the end there.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know you think you’re being cute, but it’s very different when you’re the one carrying all that extra weight around your midsection—and for a lot longer than a day.”

He sighed. “I know. ‘Tis a pity that women must bear the burden of childbearing. But you know I’ll do anything to support you or ease it.”

Unfamiliar wheels started turning in Emma’s head; she blamed it on prego brain. “Anything?”

“Of course.”

She slid her hand from her stomach to his. “Would you be willing to support me...here?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “How so?”

Emma put on her best doe eyes. “Well, you get to enjoy me when I’ve got some extra baggage; why don’t I get to enjoy the same?”

His eyes grew wide. “Are you saying you want me to carry the babe?” She’d half-jokingly mentioned it after Hope was born, so it wasn’t a surprise that was his first guess.

“No; I don’t think that’s possible. But there’s nothing saying you can’t put on a few more pounds.”

His brow furrowed in thought, and he eyed his own stomach with something like trepidation. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he started, then worried his bottom lip. It was rare he was this speechless.

“What, worried about your good looks going out the window?”

He tilted his head in derision. “Please. I saw my alternate future self. He may have been in dire need of a bath and a haircut but he was still handsome as ever.” He took a deep breath. “It’s just...if I did put that weight on, I’m not sure I could lose it quite as quickly.”

She wanted to repeat what she had just said, but he did have a point: quite a bit of her bump disappeared in the weeks after Hope was born; it was just the lingering 15 or so pounds after that took some time. That was a far cry from the full amount.

“What if...what if I found a way to do it with magic?”

“Like a transformation spell?”

“Yeah, like that combined with the empathy belly spell, or maybe, like, a reset button.”

“Come again?”

“Something that would let you gain weight the normal way but I’d be able to flick my hand and bring you back to your present weight.”

“Hmm, I feel like we could have some fun with that one. Possibly even a contest of sorts.”

“Of course you want to make it a competition.”

“You know how I feel about a challenge. But think about it: we could compete to see who has the biggest belly by the end.”

She gave him an assessing look. “You liked having that bump, didn’t you?”

He shrugged. “It had its novelty, to be sure.”

She hummed. “Let me do some research and see what we can come up with.”

“It’s a deal.”

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There were a surprising number of spells out there, it turned out, that would let them do what they were trying to do. She probably should have scheduled a doctor appointment before she focused on that, but, whatever.

“Okay, so this one does what I was talking about—it reverts a person’s body to a certain point in time, as long as we have a hair or something from that point in time,” she started explaining the next night, a stack of books next to her at her seat at the table. “Then this one,” she started, grabbing the next book, “would connect everything—you’d gain weight in the same places I do, pound for pound.” He was listening intently. “And then this one entirely mirrors a pregnancy—symptoms, weight gain, everything, but I don’t think I’d want you puking at the same time I’m puking because it would probably set off a chain reaction.”

“I’d do it if you wanted me to.”

“I know. But I don’t.” It was better if she had someone to hold her hair back. “So what do you think?”

He hummed in thought. “Is there a way to combine them? Like, make sure the weight gain is concentrated in certain places, but not tied to yours?”

The reckless part of her wanted to say ‘yes’, but again--that might be prego brain talking. “I don’t know, but I can find out.”

By the next day, she had her answer (and an appointment scheduled). She didn’t even really tell him what was going on; she just plucked a hair from his head when she got home and stuck it in a vial, then waved her hand and muttered the incantation under her breath, making it glow.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” he asked, after rubbing the spot she’d yanked from.

“Yup. One more thing.” Then she rummaged in her coat pocket for a larger vial with a blueish potion. “Here; drink this.”

He took it gingerly, eyeing it cautiously. “And what does this do?”

“The hair was for the resetting spell; I figure we keep this in a safe place for the next thirty-some weeks and then you’ll be back to normal after the kid comes. The potion is what will direct everything; you’ll only gain weight where I gain.”

“You’re brilliant, love,” he said, smiling, then gave her a kiss. “Bottoms up,” he continued, then popped the cork and drank it in one swallow. His face turned sour with the taste, but what she noticed was the brief, dim glow his body took on--much like hers had she added a drop of blood to the brew.

“Feel okay?” she asked.

“Other than needing to wash my mouth out with rum, yeah.”

They stared at each other for a long, charged moment. “So we’re officially doing this,” she finally said.

“Aye. Time to see who can get the biggest belly?”

“It’s on.”

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The doctor’s appointment the next week confirmed everything and put her at about 8 weeks along; a bit too early to tell the family, but everything looked good and, surprisingly, Emma wasn’t feeling too nauseous. Of course, that all went out the window the next week, and frankly, between that and keeping up with Hope, they’d both forgotten about their challenge until the nausea abated, somewhere around 11 weeks—which was when Emma first noticed her bump.

“Killian! Come look!” she shouted from the bedroom, in front of their floor length mirror. It was barely noticeable, really, but it was definitely there—a firm little thing just behind her belly button.

Killian came running, wearing only his pajama pants, then stopped short when he saw her and the way she was standing in profile view.

“Is that...are you….?”

“Yeah,” she said, in a watery voice.

He came closer and placed his large, warm hand over the tiny bump. “Well, hello there, little one.” Then his eyes grew wide, and he moved to stand in front of her, also perpendicular to the mirror. “Does this mean…?” His hands traced over his own stomach, but it was just as flat as it had always been.

“Mm, looks like someone needs to catch up,” she teased.

He smirked. “Indeed I do.”

Quickly, they measured each other’s waists, as a starting point (subtracting a centimeter off of hers to make up the oh-so-tiny difference) and took note of starting weights.

And then Killian ate a larger breakfast than usual...and lunch...and dinner.

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They broke the news to her family a few weeks later, right around 14 weeks. Her bump was becoming more and more prominent, though still small—just rounding out her stomach.

Not that anyone noticed in the excitement over Baby Jones #2, but if they’d taken a closer look at Killian, they might have noticed the slight strain on the buttons of his shirt. He was definitely behind in the competition, but Emma had been more than pleased to discover the previous week that his stomach was a bit softer than usual.

“Bout damn time; I’ve been overeating enough,” he commented, poking at the ever so slight amount of flab at his midsection as he stared at it in the mirror.

“Yeah, but Hope’s been a handful. And you’ve been doing so amazing keeping up with her.”

“It’s the least I can do; you need your rest.” He had been chasing after his daughter more while Emma napped; it must have been just enough to counteract the extra calories. “Guess we just need some more late-night ice cream meals,” he added, winking.

“Mmm, I like the way you think,” she agreed, pressing herself close. “But first: all this putting my hands all over your bare chest has me wanting other things.”

“I can definitely help with that.”

(Emma’s increased libido probably played a part in curbing any weight gain, too.)

Killian actually lost a bit of weight a couple weeks later when he came down with a stomach bug, negating much of his progress. Emma tried to keep foods in him but they just wouldn’t, and even once it was done, it took a bit before his appetite came back.

So, at around 17 weeks, Emma had a very solid lead in their competition. He was actually staring longingly at her rounded belly while tracing just how flat his was.

“You’ll get there, babe. I believe in you.”

“I sure hope so. Maybe Granny can help?”

“Oh, you know she would.”

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A couple weeks later, he’d become a regular at Granny’s for lunch, and got the same thing every day: double cheeseburger with bacon, fries, AND onion rings. The successes of the endeavor were hidden under a loose-fitting tshirt—and, though no one could see it, evidenced by the waistband of his jeans starting to cut into his flesh.

“What happened to Mr. Healthy Foods Prevent Scurvy?” the old wolf finally asked him one day. “I haven’t seen you eat a vegetable that wasn’t fried in weeks.”

“It still counts,” he tried to brush off with a shrug. “I’m simply trying to take full advantage of your cooking, darling.”

She wasn’t buying it. “No, it’s not that; this is something else—and it reeks of pregnancy hormones.” Then she leaned in and asked quieter, “Are you trying to get a belly to match?”

“Something like that,” he admitted, suddenly not sure he should eat that last onion ring.

But Granny just grinned. “Well, that’s awfully sweet of you. I’ll do what I can to help. But you’re eating salads too; you’re too young for clogged arteries.”

“I’m older than you.”

She just waved him off and brought out a salad—which, he had to admit, he’d been missing. But then an alarm went off on his phone; bloody hell—the doctors appointment! He said a quick thanks, threw some cash on the counter, and hurried out (which was a wee bit more difficult than it used to be).

Emma was waiting when he arrived at the office, slightly out of breath. “You okay?”

“Aye; never better,” he assured her. “When do you go in?”

“Any minute now.”

It only took a few more until she was called back, and not half an hour later they were staring at a fuzzy black-and-white image on a screen—one that was sharper than it had been on the last visit.

“There’s your baby!” the technician announced. They stared in awe as she pointed out all the parts as the baby moved around inside Emma. “Do you want to know what you’re having?”

“Yes,” they said simultaneously.

Another girl. They both cried.

They were staring at the sonogram in the hallway because they were still too elated to leave. “Hope is getting a sister,” Emma gushed.

“Aye; another little princess,” Killian responded, then turned his attention to Emma’s belly. “Hello there, darling little girl; we can’t wait to meet you.” And then he pulled Emma tight for a kiss.

They held each other for a long moment afterwards. “Mm, you’re finally a bit more cushier,” she commented, pressing her belly into his. “But you’ve got a ways to go.”

“I know, I know,” he said. “Granny’s cottoned on, by the way.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Says she’ll help but doesn’t want it to come at the expense of my health.”

“Tell her I appreciate that.”

“I will.”

“But seriously; we’re at the halfway point, dude. It makes me wonder just how serious about this challenge you are.”

“Oy!” he protested. “You know I am.”

“Prove it.”

“I intend to, but I do need one thing from you.”

“Seriously? What?”

“Bigger jeans.”

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Larger pants were acquired—and Emma even bought a few past that, to accommodate any future growth. And damn if he wasn’t trying. But he still had Hope to keep up with, and work, and this all was significantly less easy than she thought it’d be.

She stroked her own round belly and wanted to do the same to him. (But at least it hadn’t impeded their nighttime activities.)

It was while watching a movie on TV, though, that an idea struck her; a bit of Internet shopping and a couple days later, she had her prize in hand—something that would hopefully help Killian catch up.

“What’s Kalteen?” he asked when she put one in front of him at breakfast. His bit of paunch was evident against his tshirt, but if she had to compare it to weeks in a pregnancy, he was at maybe 16 to her 22.

“It’s a weight gain supplement,” she said casually. “I guess wrestlers and body builders use them.”

He eyed it warily. “Oh really?”

“Yeah; figured it couldn’t hurt to try.”

Carefully, he tore open the small package with his hook and then eyed its contents. “Looks harmless enough...and smells okay…” Then he took a bite. And another. Until he finished the whole thing. “I think these just might help.”

The difference was immediate, and two weeks later, they stood in front of the mirror again with her hands on his bump. It was definitely one now. His chest had softened a bit, though it was impossible for that to catch up to hers. His belly, though—that had finally reached a point of similarity, and Emma liked it even more than she thought she would.

It really didn’t look much different from hers: it rounded out from his navel and sat fairly high on his midsection, much more like a baby belly than a beer gut. The line of hair that traversed his stomach was a bit sparser as it stretched over the expanse—and the more she stared, the less she could keep her hands off it.

“Like it, eh?” he teased, then pressed forward, pushing it against hers.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred, then slid her hands down to his hips and squeezed. “Ooh, and you’ve got some love handles going on there, too, Captain.” The way his jeans cut into them didn’t look very comfortable, but she loved how it showed everything off.

“The better to love you with, my dear,” he murmured, then pulled her as close as she could get in a searing kiss.

Which meant things quickly moved to the bed, and feeling her bump brush against his while making love was even more thrilling than she could have imagined.

She didn’t know how that would work as they got bigger, but she couldn’t wait to try.

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It wasn’t until a trip to the Nolan farm a few weeks later that anyone dared say anything. Everyone noticed Killian’s gut, but knew better than to challenge Captain Hook about it. If anyone was going to, it would have been Granny, but she only seemed to be indulging him so for one rare moment, Storybrooke minded it’s own business.

David and Snow, however, couldn’t. At first, Snow had taken it as a testament to her cooking that Killian asked for seconds whenever they were over. But now, Emma was nearing the start of her third trimester—and Killian had a very similar silhouette.

The men were out in the barn, getting things ready for winter, when David decided to confront Killian. “Hey, uh, is everything okay, Hook?”

Killian was in the middle of drinking from a water bottle and scratching at the underside of his fairly prominent belly. He swallowed, sighed, and then replied, “Aye, everything’s perfectly fine; why?”

“Well, uh…” David hadn’t planned this far ahead. “I know having a pregnant spouse can be stressful, especially when you’ve already got a little kid, so, um...you’re not drinking too much or anything, are you?” he finally stammered out, staring at the floor—though his eyes did flicker up once, first to Killian’s stomach, and then to his eyes.

Killian sighed again, then shifted his hips a bit. “You’re wondering why I’ve put on weight.”

“Yeah. You know I’m always here for you, man—if you need to talk or anything—”

“It’s not like that, mate, I promise you,” Killian interrupted. “Everything with me and Emma is perfectly fine. Probably more fine than you’d like to know.”

David huffed. “Don’t make me regret this, pirate.”

Killian just chuckled. “If you must know, I’m doing this willingly. Emma asked if I’d help carry the weight this time around, and this is how,” he explained, gesturing to his belly.

“Seriously? You know that’s not healthy.” David had put on a few sympathy pounds in both pregnancies but this—this was different.

“It’ll be fine. There’s magic involved—it’ll all come off after the baby comes, and that’s why it’s concentrated in front and not elsewhere. And Emma and I have a bit of a contest going on.”

“What’s that?”

“To see who’s belly will be largest by the end of this.”

David might not understand the how or the why of all of it, but he definitely understood that. “And who’s winning?”

“She is, but only by a couple centimeters.”

“And you’re just gonna let it stay that way?”

Killian seemed a bit taken aback by the change in David’s tone, but then smiled. “Heavens no.”

“Good. Let’s win this.”

“You’ll help me?”

“Yeah, but you’ve gotta do me a favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Play Santa at Christmas?”

Killian laughed. “You’re on.”

In private, David told Snow what was going on. She rolled her eyes, but agreed to help.

And not a word was said by anyone when Killian was offered a third helping.

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A week later, at Thanksgiving, everyone was stuffed—but no one moreso than Killian.

After a long nap at home together, their hands resting on the other’s stomachs, they took a measurement.

Killian finally had the lead over his 28-week pregnant wife.

“Look at you, inching ahead,” she said, impressed, nudging as close to him as she could get. She still got the oddest thrill from pushing against the softness of his stomach, especially with her own—even if his didn’t have a wriggling inhabitant.

“Did you doubt in my capability, love?” he asked, taking his own enjoyment in her round belly, tracing it lovingly. But then he jumped back, just as their growing daughter kicked against his. “At least that doesn’t happen to me,” he chuckled.

“No, but Hope sure seems to love yours,” she giggled back. More then once, she’d found them lounging somewhere, Hope looking exceedingly comfortable against the squishy mass.

“This one doesn’t punch back,” he replied, patting against his belly. “Do you think I’m ready to play Santa yet?”

“Not quite, but I think we’ll get you there.”

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The lead went back and forth for a bit—the baby hit a growth spurt at the same time as Hope did, giving her extra energy.

But between David sneaking extra snacks to Killian at the station, the general abundance of holiday treats, and spending more time inside, Killian had a solid lead by Christmas Eve. Emma was around 33 weeks by that point, but by her estimation, Killian looked like he was at 36.

He perfectly filled out the Santa suit and was charm incarnate as they went around town spreading cheer. But god, she couldn’t wait until they got home.

She put Hope down for the night and then found him in their bedroom; he’d shed the hat and fake beard, but still wore the red coat and his pants. Good.

He hauled himself to his feet and waddled over to her; the way the spell worked, the weight was starting to sit lower on his stomach, much like her belly would be soon. Watching him move like that was...something else. Something that had her clenching her legs together.

“You know, Santa Claus won’t come if you’re not in bed,” he teased, voice dripping in innuendo.

“Oh, we can’t have that, can we?” she answered, shuffling toward him. “I desperately want Santa to come.”

“Mm, but have you been naughty or nice this year, love?” he asked as she got close enough to grip the furry lapel of his fuzzy red jacket.

“Very naughty,” she whispered. “I’ve been keeping things pretty kinky this year, Santa.”

“Oh?” he purred. “How so?”

“Let me show you.” It took some effort, but they met halfway to kiss, bellies bumping together as she pushed him back towards the bed, fingers searching for the zipper on the coat. She had to pull back when his legs hit the mattress, lest he fall back; she wanted him upright a little bit longer.

They paused to take a breath, chests and stomachs heaving, and she slowly undid the zipper, revealing his so-round stomach, straining against the tshirt he wore. The only complaint she had was that she couldn’t see where anything else was straining, but she’d get to that soon enough.

“So fucking hot,” she cursed as she pushed the coat off his shoulders; it was evident he’d been sweating in the thing, and not just from their yet-brief makeout session.

“And do you intend to cool me off, or heat things up?”

“That one,” she said, already slipping her hands under the stretched cotton shirt and pulling up. It slid off his stomach without much effort, revealing more of his warm, stretched skin and now-soft pectorals above his belly. (Softer still was the hair that still covered them thickly—possibly even a bit thicker than it used to be.)

He’d finally given up on normal jeans and started wearing maternity pants a couple weeks ago; either Emma’s libido was seriously out of whack or there was something about him that even made those sexy. The way the pair he currently wore was hugging the curve of his stomach was so weirdly hot, and she was jealous of the elastic that constantly got to hug him. “Let’s get these off, too,” she said, tucking her fingers under the stretchy material.

“As you wish, always, love,” he said, pressing a kiss against her temple and helping her slide them off.

She guided them down his thicker thighs but still-skinny calves, and he stepped out of them, but she stayed down there, hidden out of sight around his large form. “Oh, you’re definitely being naughty,” he teased, voice full of humor. “Come back up here, love,” he said, shifting his stance a bit and bracing his hand and hook low on his back.

“Mm, no; I like the view down here.” Where she could see exactly what he was desiring.

And she silenced any further protests from him with her mouth.

He returned the favor shortly after, with his tongue.

And then she enthusiastically rode him into oblivion, bellies bouncing together in time as they both chased the most incredible orgasm.

It was hard to curl up together afterward, so they settled with tucking into each other’s sides, their bumps leaning against each other.

“If we keep this up, you may end up back in the lead,” he panted.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” she tossed back.

“What happened to this being a contest?”

She squirmed a bit. “What if I want you to win?”

“Throwing the competition, eh? I knew you were a pirate.”

She giggled. “I just like what I see.”

“As do I.”

She rested her head on his shoulder and reached her hand over to trace his stomach; it was warm and soft under her hand. “I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough for doing this.”

“Would it be odd if I admitted to enjoying it, too?”

“No.” She couldn't judge him at all when she was getting such a thrill from it.

“I will be glad to get my old body back, much as I assume you will, but this has definitely been a treat,” he mused, tapping his fingers on his belly. Then he turned to her, a bit serious, and asked “You do still know where the vial is, right?”

“Uhh…” she started, feigning confusion and watching as his eyes grew wide in panic. “Yes, I do; don’t worry. It’s in the hospital bag, wrapped up in like a million layers of plastic wrap.”

He sighed in relief. “Good. I would have stopped eating now if you’d lost it.”

“I definitely want your flat stomach back too; don’t worry. But this has been fun.”

“It has. Hard to believe there’s only 7 weeks left.”

“And you already look ready to pop.”

“I do; don’t I?” he chuckled. “But maybe...we see how far I can go?”

A shiver of thrill went down her spine. “Oh, definitely.”

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Once Christmas had passed, it seemed like everything was in a race to the end. Emma and the baby kept growing as they should, and everything was pointing to a happy, healthy birth. Once her belly dropped, around 37 weeks, life got a bit more difficult, but her parents were around to lend a hand, and Killian was ever supportive, even as he continued to chase the limits of this challenge.

Honestly, it was kind of surprising—he’d definitely slowed down with the extra weight, much like she had, but he wasn’t letting it stop him. He still cooked, he still kept up with Hope (who had finally understood she was getting a sibling, but they weren’t going to try to explain Killian’s belly), he even shoveled.

And yet, it didn’t seem to have an effect on his stomach. “You know you’re going to have to go back to your old eating habits,” she teased one day as she watched him enjoy a second serving of ice cream after dinner.

“I’m well aware,” he answered. “But if my body is supposed to revert, I assume that means my appetite will as well.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

He shrugged. “Then don’t get rid of the larger jeans anytime soon.”

Honestly, his belly was impressive. It probably looked like he was full term with twins at this point, the way it protruded in front of him and sat low. She’d long since given up the idea of keeping up, though their baby also seemed to be in a sprint to the finish—logically, she knew she was no bigger than when she’d had Hope, but she still felt as though she was massive.

She had a breakdown one day, right around 39 weeks, over that very fact. As always, though, Killian was quick to assure her otherwise.

“You are as ethereally beautiful as always, my love,” he told her, pulling her into his side from where they sat on the couch. “And how on earth can you think yourself so large when you’re sitting here, next to me?”

He was right. With the way they were sitting, side by side and bump to bump, it was easy to compare the two, and his towered above hers by several inches.

“I’m the one who should feel like the whale here, Swan.”

“And you don’t?” she wondered.

“Oh, I do. A humpback. Which makes you a beluga at most.”

She laughed through her tears and cuddled as close to him as she could. They hadn’t been able to get in on in a bit, but that hadn’t stopped her admiration of his form. Which was when she realized something very, very important.

“Oh my god—i haven’t taken any pictures of you!”

His brow furrowed. “No, I suppose we haven’t—though some were probably taken on Christmas and Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, but...I should have been keeping track! Ugh! We’re fixing this now.” She grabbed her phone off the coffee table—a minor feat, bending forward that much—and ordered him to stand against the wall of the living room. Him standing took even more effort, but he complied (and she may have taken video of him walking over, as an extra memento). He obligingly posed for her, in profile and head on, even taking off his shirt to show everything.

“Okay, now come back over here.”

He waddled back and flopped down next to her. “Yes?”

“Open your legs.”

He arched an eyebrow but did as told; his belly quickly filled in the space between his legs, but there was still just enough room in his lap.

Moving faster than she had in weeks, she shifted up and over until she was sitting on top of him. His eyes grew wide with lust, and she was sure hers already were.

As much as she could, she bent over him, bracing her hands on his bump, and whispered in his ear “Remember how we tried to get labor going with Hope?”

He swallowed. “Aye.”

“Maybe we should find out if it’ll work with this one.” She tried to emphasize it by rolling her hips, but all that did was press her bump even more against his, so it was hard to tell if his sharp intake of breath was due to arousal or actually needing air.

“I quite like that idea, darling. And I hope you still do when we are finally able to get upstairs.”

“If you go first, then I definitely will.”

The way his much rounder ass filled out those jeans definitely kept her ready as she slogged up the stairs. And it ended up being the most awkward, but somehow still perfect, afternoon of lovemaking since this whole thing began.

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Three nights later, they were coming down from another shared high when Emma felt it—a sharp jolt high on her stomach, much stronger than any of the Braxton-Hicks she’d been feeling off and on. Killian was laying on his side, watching her, and noticed the change in her expression immediately.

“Emma? Is it time?”

“Not quite yet, but...yeah. That was definitely a contraction.”

“Bloody hell,” he cursed, then tried to get out of bed—only to remember that something was weighing him down. “Uh, how urgent is it?”

“Probably not at all,” she giggled a bit. “Second kids come faster but we’ve probably got a bit of time.”

He worried his lip, glancing first at her, then at his belly. “Does that mean we should take care of this sooner rather than later?”

She sighed. “Yeah, probably.”

He echoed her, patting his belly lovingly. “Is it odd that I’m going to miss it?”

“I’m going to, too. But we’ll always have the memories.”

“You’re not typically so cheesy.”

“I don’t typically have an infant trying to escape via my vagina.”

“Fair point.”

“But you’ve got time; let’s say farewell properly.”

She scooted herself closer and grabbed his ample chest as she kissed him, then moved her way down, pecking his skin as she went until she got to the apex of his belly. Then she gave one last massage of his stretched skin, before encouraging him to get up.

“Time for a final weigh-in and measurement?”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

Emma had started with a 30-inch waist, while Killian had been at 32. Now, she was measuring around 47 inches; damn. Killian, though… “Holy crap! 56 inches!”

“Seriously?” He tried to look, but couldn’t see enough of his body to confirm it. “I feel oddly accomplished.”

“You should.”

The bathroom scale—which she could only just see—said she’d gained the same 45 pounds this time around; not surprising. Killian had to rely on her to see the scale once he stepped on, though.

“Well?” he asked as she read the number.

Her eyes bugged out a bit. “You sure you want to know?”

“We’re about to undo everything, right? Just tell me.”

“Uh…”

“Swan.”

“75.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Bloody hell...maybe I was too good at this.”

“You won’t hear me complaining.”

He cradled the massive bump with his hand and stump, hugging it close one last time. Even if it hadn’t been real, it had been an exciting experience. But their life was about to get twice as crazy, and he couldn’t be (literally) weighted down anymore. He took one last long look at himself in the bathroom mirror, the way he was now, before turning to Emma. “Want me to get the vial?”

“I’ve got it.” She waddled off, leaving him alone for a moment.

As weird as this had been, and as little as he could remember what it felt like without a giant waterskin hanging off the front of him, he’d gladly do it again for Emma; he could tell it had made everything that more bearable this time around. It may not have been physically taking any of the burden, but he certainly had emotionally, and he was glad for it.

“Here it is,” she said, holding the wrapped-up bottle, but then grabbing her belly again. “Yeah, we need to get this going. Hold on.” Carefully, she unwrapped it, taking extreme caution to make sure nothing happened to it. It was still glowing like it had when she first cast the spell all those months ago. “Okay, here goes,” she said, then uncorked it and began to murmur.

Smoke poured out of the vial and twisted itself around Killian, and it felt like he was being hugged and pressed by it. It wrapped itself entirely around him, but then disappeared—and he was nearly thrown off-center by the change.

He looked in the mirror, and he was exactly as he’d looked 8 months ago: firm and toned, with no trace of the impressive belly anywhere. To be safe, he traced his waist, his chest, even his rear end; it was all back to normal. “Wow,” was all he could say.

“Yeah. Damn, I forgot how how you are,” Emma gushed.

Killian threw her a sidelong glance. “I believe you said that last time.”

“I did; didn’t I? Right before—oh, crap.”

Her water broke.

“Let’s go have another baby, then; shall we?”

“Let’s do this.”

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Hours later, Charlotte Leia Jones was born. Since Hope was still with Emma’s parents, she and Killian were taking some time getting to know her and reflecting on the last several months.

“Another perfect, beautiful daughter. I love you, Emma.”

“I love you too,” she said, leaning into him. “And seriously--thank you again for what you did during this pregnancy.”

“You know it was my pleasure, love. And I’d gladly do it again.”

“Not anytime soon, okay?”

“No, certainly not,” he agreed, kissing her temple.

They sat there quiet for a bit more, until Emma’s stomach rumbled. “Ugh, I’m starving; what about you?”

“You know...I’m not as hungry as I thought I’d be.”

She just giggled, sore as she was, and rested her head on his shoulder, ready for whatever life brought them as a family of four.

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[alyssaiswriting]

Somos Amantes

Warning: Smut ayyyye

Summary: basically your ex is a dick and Chris thinks he’s better he is 

Word Count: 1589

You watch as Johann chases Joel around with a giant cake threatening to smash his face in it "Johann bring me back my cake" Katie the birthday girl screams and starts chasing after the two boys.

Most of the guest follow out recording the three idiots.

Your eyes travel around the room searching for your ex-boyfriend Nick who begged you to meet him here tonight, he ditched 10 minutes later and you still don't know where he went off too.

Richard stands beside you sipping a beer and bopping his head to the loud music playing throughout the house. Zabdiel sits on the couch behind you and after giving up the search you let yourself plop onto the empty spot beside him with a sigh.

"Having fun?" Zabdiel asks, you look over at him with an expressionless face so he offers you his drink.

Taking it from him you let the familiar flavor of rum and coke invade your mouth. Just as your handing the drink back your eyes land on Christopher who is across the room laughing with his friends, your thoughts immediately take you back to the weekend before. You remember the feeling of his skin under your hands, the feeling of his fingers in your hair forcing you to look at him as he thrust into you so deliciously deep that you'd forget how to breathe.

You force yourself to look away from the Ecuadorian before your thoughts wander too far.

You give Zabdiel his drink back and excuse yourself from the boys. You walk out to the backyard, it's quieter out here when the door shuts behind you muffling the music, people stand around drinks in hand as they talk and laugh with friends.

Joel and Johann are standing by the door, Johann is eating cake of his fingers as Joel whips face his with a napkin, some frosting still on his neck and in the crease of his nose.

When you walk over to them Joel turns to you "did I get it all off?" He questions.

You shake your head and point at the spots of frosting on his face. Joel sighs "I'm gonna go wash my face" and then he's walking off "I'm gonna wash my hands I'll be right back" Johann follows after Joel leaving you alone.

You look around the crowd of people in the backyard and your stomach drops when you spot nick talking to this dirty blonde girl. They're very close as they laugh loudly.

Your fists tighten at your sides. Why did he want you to come here tonight if he was just gonna ditch you for another girl? You debate for a few seconds about going over there to tell him off or just leaving.

You don't get to a conclusion because you hear Chris say "he's an asshole"

Looking over your shoulder you're not surprised by the smirk spread across his face. Chris has been trying to get you to cut off Nick for weeks, even going as far as whispering in your ear during sex how he knew Nick wasn't enough for you like he is.

"Piss off Chris" you turn towards the door walking past him and back into the house.

You make your way upstairs, you push past some random couples making out in the hall, you find the bathroom shutting the door behind you inhaling a deep breath.

You're angry, not just at Nick but at yourself for allowing him back in over and over again. You know he's trash but every time he texts you can't force yourself to just delete the message and move on.

Nick knew this routine and that's why he used it to his advantage, no matter what he does he knows you'll always answer his call. You look at your reflection, angry tears flow from your eyes.

There's a knock at the door just before it opens and you curse yourself for forgetting to lock it.

Chris walks into the bathroom as you turn around to look at him, quickly wiping your cheeks.

"What do you want Chris" you sound defeated, your eyes puffy, Chris walks over to you, you allow him to wipe your tears "no llores por él" he whispers.

You look away forcing his hands to fall from your face, "I'm not even crying because I love him, I'm crying because I really wasted so much time on someone who-" you swallow, your eyebrows are scrunched together as you search for the right words.

"Who doesn't deserve you," Chris says softly, you look back to him and when his eyes meet yours he repeats himself "he doesn't deserve you" he shakes his head.

You can hear your heart beating in your ears, he's so close and his eyes are staring at you with so much intensity that you force yourself to not look away.

Before you know it Chris' lips crash onto yours, you respond to the kiss immediately kissing him back and swiping your tongue along his bottom lip, when Chris opens his mouth to let your tongues dance together.

He tastes like alcohol and his smell of cinnamon invades your senses. His hand is pressed against your cheek deepening the kiss and you know he's chasing after that feeling you both felt the last time you were in each other's arms, your thought is confirmed when you feel Chris' hands slide down your body to grip your thighs and lift you onto the bathroom counter.

You gasp just as Chris detaches himself from your mouth to trail kisses down your jaw and neck and whatever bit of cleavage that is revealed.

He's found his way back to your mouth as his hands travel under your dress tugging on the waistband of your underwears, you lift your hips to allow him to slide down your panties. Discarding them carelessly on the bathroom floor.

Chris pulls away from you and you watch breathlessly as he pulls you further to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees.

He hitches your dress up before spreading your thighs for him, with a sigh Chris says "he never deserved you" Chris holds your gaze for a few seconds and you swear he can hear your heart beating rapidly against your chest when he smirks up at you.

He finally looks away to watch his own movements as his middle and index finger rub against your slit before he leans forward licking a long strip from your opening to your clit, he licks every part of your cunt paying special attention to your clit.

You're letting out breathless gasps as you try to thrust up against his mouth, Chris chuckles against your pussy before using one of his arms to hold your hips down,

You let out a loud moan when Chris, lips lock tightly around your sensitive bud, his tongue tracing patterns as your hand flies to his head gripping onto his hair.

Soon Chris stands up to his full height making you whine trying to pull him back to you, making him chuckle at you. "please" you say.  Chris' eyes darken at your pleas and you watch as he unbuttons his pants pushing down his boxers to free his throbbing cock. He rips open a condom and you briefly wonder when he ever took that out of his pocket.

You allow him to move your hips closer to him as he rubs his length over your slit before positioning at your entrance.

You squirm when you feel him slowly start to push into you "carajo" he sighs out burying his face into your neck as he pushes deeper and deeper until he fully inside you "you feel so good baby" he whispers against your skin.

He places a soft kiss to your jaw before pulling away from you look down at your connected bodies as he grips your hips starting his pace at a medium speed.

You couldn't hold the moan as the head of Chris' cock hits the right spot inside you with every thrust. Your legs wrap around him as a way to to keep him closer as you feel your orgasm starting to build up.

Chris moans at the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock and he knows your close, using his tub he starts rubbing circles over your clit and soon your breathing his name like a prayer. "look at me" Chris says wanting to watch your expression when you cum.

Your eyes meet his and soon your orgasm breaks though you involuntary sending your head back as a loud moan is ripped from you.

The feeling of your releases causes Chris', he falls forward into your neck again he gives a few more deep thrust before spilling into the condom.

You both groan as Chris pulls out of your sensitive pussy.

Chris disposes of the condom and you give yourself a few seconds to recover before hopping off the bathroom counter and slipping your panties back on.

"I- uh," you awkwardly start to think of a way out "Joel's my ride home, I should go find him" you don't look at your friend as you speak and as you make your way to the door Chis reaches out grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him in a deep passionate kiss that leaves you wanting to repeat what happened all over again.

When Chris pulls away he smiles down at your still open lips "I'll meet you at your house then" and with that, he walks out leaving you in the bathroom.

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AN

I’ve had this unfinished in my draft for like 3 weeks and I finally came around to finishing it

this imagine just kept getting inspired by different songs like first Somos Amantes by Lali, then 11PM by Maluma, then Fairplay by Kiana Lede

anyway, hope you enjoyed

also, I’ve been paying extra attention to Chris’ tongue lately and now I’m thirsty

[makrokosmuss-blog]

Poe having a crush on you would include...(II)

Since so many of you left so many lovely comments: here you go. Part II. Seriously. Thank you so much for those! They mean the universe. Every single one. Part II turned more into a a proper fanfic than more of a preference thing that i originally had in mind. Well. Shit happens. But since so many of your great human beings liked the first one i hope this’ll make you happy as well. The next one will be more ‘normal’ again. I still divided it into 5 minor ‘points’ tho.  Have fun! Love you.  I. Escalating when you confront him... A knock startled him. Not that it was unusual. Some unplanned, rapid mission that he would need to attend to. Not that he’d been asleep. Still he didn’t feel like going out. He just wanted to lay in his bed and suffer thinking about a special someone. Still Poe grabbed his Jacket, throwing it over his shoulders as he opened the door. The first thing he did when he saw you was blink. Once. Twice. Maybe four times (not that he’d counted). He took a deep breath in as you forced a smile and looked down, away from his gaze. Then you heard the door being shot closed.  Oh Shit, he thought. You gasped, furiously staring at the door he’d just slammed in your face. “Commander!?!”, you called after a second, shock written on your face as you knocked again, harder this time. Poe leaned with his back against the door, his heart skipping beats while violently hammering. “One second!”, he answered loudly, happy his voice only cracked a tiny bit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck As the door was opened again, he smugly leaned against the door frame, his hair a bit more tamed. Stay calm Poe, stay fucking calm. be smooth. Smooth. “What was that?”, you asked, your voice low and dangerous. I had a heart attack. THAT happened. “Hmm?”, he answered, smiling strangely. “What did...”, you gave up, taking a deep breath in and looking back over your shoulder before starting to speak up again, “You are my pilot. For the next mission. In two days.” Poe gulped. “Oh.” YES....No....shit...what? You stared at him. Blanky. Okay. He really didn’t like you. This was a bad idea. You sighted, your hand running through your hair. “Okay Listen. Poe. That’s just what it’s like now and we have to deal with it. So...”, you shook your head, frowning as you kept staring straight into his eyes, “How about we meet tomorrow evening for a quick briefing? Just. You know. Quick. Nothing serious.” Poe stared at you as if you’d just sold his droid to the next junkyard. Meet. With you. And like...talk to you. All by ourselfs. I’m going to die. I will, literary, die in front of you. Wait. That’s good. You’d had to save me then. CPR.  “S...uh...su...yeah.” he gulped again nodding. GOOD GOD “Tomorrow. 8pm. Briefing room. Great.”, you said, turned around, leaving him on his own. “Sorry to...have bothered you”, you called, sighting softly. What where you thinking? He didn’t sleep that night. Or just barely. This was a disaster.  II. Trying to ask his friends for help... “Rey!”, Poe called this as he jogged up to her. “Oh...Hi Poe?”, Ray frowned, a bit confused. She knew very well that the Pilot usually spent his free days locked up in his room, probably sleeping through it. Not being up that early, running around base. He ruffled through his hair, grinning and looking around. “I...can we talk?”, he whispered, his grin suddenly fading and being replaced by a frown. Rey frowned too now. “Sure. Yeah of course. Where? Here or-” “I know a place” Rey took a deep breath in, trying to process everything he’d just told her. They sat on top of his X-Wing, the morning sun heating the metal to a lovely degree. “Sooo...what you’re telling me is...you are head over heals for Y/N?”, she asks carefully. He laughs, wildly shaking his head. “NO. Nooee. I Mean. Not at all I....Uh...I....Totally yeah. I love her. I mean...I LOVE her. Completely. Fuck...i love her...oh my god i actually said it” Ray frowned:“You spoke to her like....twice...and the only words you said where...’yeah’ and ‘One second’, Poe.”  “Okay. OKAY. But Listen, yeah?”, he hissed softly, leaning closer to her, “I...wow this sounds scary, i watched her. Like all the time. I like ...how she talks to people and how she...how she fights for our course, how she treats BB8 and how fascinated she gets about the smallest things, how she values everyone and... and I ...may or may not have stolen some mission files to get to know more about her...”, he coughs. “POE!” “Sorry!” “But just...that’s...great okay? You’re a great guy. Just talk to her! Tonight will be great?”, Rey smiles, squeezing his hand. He sighted and looked deep into her eyes. “I...don’t know Ray. I don’t think  can.”  “If she get’s to know you she’ll love you! You’re a great guy Poe!” “But...I mean look at me. I’m...what? Yeah I’m good looking and maybe i’m the best Pilot in the whole Resistance and yeah, I DO have a nice singing voice-” “Okay Poe. Enough.”, Rey stopped him, laughing.  “I know it’s her though. I KNOW. We get to do missions and then we will...we will...fall for each other and one day when we both come home i’ll hold her hand and pull her back and we will kiss underneath the thousand stars above and then she will know too and we...we will marry and the General will be there and the whole RESISTANCE will be there and god, i want at least three kids and-” “You know...maybe....get to know her first?”, Ray stopped him, “You know it’s...easier when you are at least a bit..like..friends first?” Poe frowned. “Yeah...actually...that makes sense. Cause...Friends are like...pretty much like a couple right? I mean. Kinda. Cause...when she’s my friend she already knows that im a great guy...and all that’s missing then is the sex. But then she might be like ‘ah..no man, let’s not ruin our friendship!’ And that would be terrible. Cause....you know...as if sex would ruin a fucking friendship! Sex is like...Sex is a damn upgrade like...like extra cheese on a burger. Sex is good you know?” Rey stared at him, her cheeks gleaming red as Poe sat so close to her, talking away like it was nothing. “Uh....Maybe...i know how to help you tonight.” III. Having stupid ideas... “This is NOT a good idea Ray!”, Poe hissed as she handed him the bottle of alcohol. “Yes it is! You are a fucking idiot when it comes to her so down that damn bottle!” “No!”, he hisses again, trying to stay quiet since they where right in front of the briefing room.  “Down it or you’ll start talking about how many kids you want and how sex is like extra cheese!”, Ray hissed back and Poe stared at her with puppy eyes. “I am that bad am i not?” “You are! So down it!” You stared at the room in front of you. It was 10 to 8 and you leaned against a counter, fetching some coffee for you and Poe. You felt sorry for what you’ve done. The poor guy just didn’t like you and you forced yourself on him like that. That wasn’t a very nice thing of you to do. You sighted, looking at the black liquid. Nevermind. You just had to go through with it now. It bothered you though. A shame he didn’t like you. He seemed like a nice guy, rather funny too, handsome even. It wouldn’t be the first time you caught yourself thinking of his dark eyes. You turned to your right  as you heard that the door had opened. “Evening Comman...Are you drunk?” Poe violently shook his head. “No. Not at all. Just...”, he stumbled to his chair, rather ungracefully sitting down. “No.”, he finished.  You put down the coffee, walking over to him to put the cup in front of him. You squatted down, on hand on his thigh and one of his forehead. “Are you sick then? You don’t look very good...” “You look...abso...absolutely gorgeous tho.”, he muttered, staring into your eyes. You leaned even closer. “You ARE drunk. Sorry but i know rum when i smell it.”  Poe glanced at you. “Sorry. It was only a sip. It uh...was my free day. Uhm...A friend came over.” You stared right back into his lovely dark eyes and nodded slowly. “No problem...”, you stood up again, “I like a drink myself from time to time so...whatever you like.” You walked over to the counter, fetching a glass of water for him. “Here. Drink that. It will help. A bit.”, you smiled softly and your hands touched as he reached for the glass. His eyes locking with yours again. “You are so nice you know that?”, he frowned as he said that. “Uh...thank..you? So...about the mission...” “Mission?”, Poe asked. You sighted. “Tomorrow. But...no worries it isn’t much. You pretty much just have to...get me there and then bring us back home. I just have a few people to take out... I made out...”, you got out a map and started showing different spots, talking about what you would do and why and all he could think about how beautiful your lips where and how exceptionally good your hair looked that evening.  “You got all that?”, you asked after a while. Poe blinked and stared back at your eyes. “Yeah.”, he nodded slowly. “Good.”, you sighted, exhausted, “Great. So i’ll see you tomorrow.”, you smiled.  “No!”, Poe interrupted and you stood still, “Uh I...”, he started and you frowned, searching for a reason to keep you in the room for a tiny bit longer. . “Yes Commander?” “Nothing...I was just...it’s nothing.”, he muttered. He sounded quite sad. He slept good that night. Most likely because he fell into bed as he finally reached it, the Alcohol really kicking in now. Remembering your soft hand on his cheek. IV. Having troubles on missions... He woke up sober and to the beeping of BB8. “Woar buddy...”, he groaned, holding his head, suffering from a pretty bad hangover. That was one bottle in like 10 minutes. What the fuck was he thinking? BB8 beeped again, more aggressively now.  “What Missio...THE MISSION. FUCK.” Poe stumbled out of the hanger, zipping up his boot and dropping his jacket about 5 times along the way as he ran up to you. He still couldn’t quite believe it. There you stood. He took a while to take that in.  You where in complete uniform, all black with a rather big rifle on your back, a knife on your belt and a blaster in your hand as you nervously walked back and forth, smoking, mumbling to yourself, checking your blaster over and over again.  “You Nervous?”, he finally asked with a small smile as he approached you. You looked up at him and he swore he saw a bit of fear in your eyes. “Morning Commander. No I’m good. Everything will be good.”, you nodded. “Ahh...”, he looked down, “Sorry for yesterday. I..a friend came over and i couldn’t...i shouldn’t have been drinkin-” “It’s fine!”, you interrupted him. “It’s all good., no worries. Let’s just get this over with, yeah? I am actually nervous -  i was lying. Let’s go.” BB8 beeped softly and you looked at the droid. The rifle was placed between your thighs now and Poe couldn’t help to notice your fingers softly gliding over the metal as he flew. While he looked at you you gazed at the weapon. “So...uh...is...are you always nervous or is this mission special?”, he tried to break the silence.  “I’m always like this. I’ll just mentally run through my plan again. I’m...a woman of focus Commander. The second we’ll land i’ll be good. But yes. This mission is a bit harder than usual. Although i do have the best Pilot of the Resistance at hand.”, you spoke, smiling softly. He smiled back and soon looked away before he could start blushing. “So I...I just put us down, wait for you and...fly us back home when you’re done?” “Yes.” “Is there nothing i can help with?” “No.” “isn’t that dangerous? You going all by yourself?”

 He looked at you and you just chuckled.  “Do you...ever want to stop?”, he asks, frowning. “Not as long as i’m still needed.”, you answer. “But like...i just mean...people with your profession usually don’t get to live very long.” You look at him. “What do you want Dameron?” “I Just mean”, he sights, “Maybe your loved ones rather have you at home than you know...going out killing people who are three times your size. Always returning with a few broken bones and a concussion...”, he hisses, his hands nervously stroking the control panel. You blink. “Did you read my medica-” “NO. I just Mean it. I just...guessed you come home rather bruised. I mean...i see you around the base you know. It’s not a pleasant sight..” You stare him down. “Well sorry i’m not a pleasant sight for you...” Poe groans. “That’s not what i meant. You are a very pleasa....uh...i mean it’s just not nice seeing one of us walking around so bloodied and beaten all the time. I’d rather see you save.” “And i’d rather see you save. So what. You wonna stop flying now just because I want you to?”, you ask, staring straight at him. He stares back, biting his lip. “Okay you win. Just take care, yes?” You smile softly, shaking your head. “I will.” The landing is extremely soft. You barely feel it. He really is good.  Poe notices that you are more relaxed now. You look around, squatting down, touching the ground, looking up, noticing in wich direction the wind blows. Poe watches you, quite fascinated.  “I will be back in 2 hours.”, you start, walking up to him. He leans against his X-Wing, hands in his pockets. “If i won’t be back in 6, don’t come looking for me, go home. You hear me?” He frowns. “What? No!”. “Yes.”, you simply answer. You walk even closer to him, your hand touching his shoulder. Before turning and walking off.  V. Waiting for  you... Poe sat down, talking to BB8. It’s been three hours and he got more nervous by the minute. This job sucked. No way he would leave after 6 hours. He would rather run in there unarmed than leaving. He leaned back, laying down, staring at the sky. If only he could remember what this mission was even about. If only he had listened to you. If only... He heard footsteps and immediately shot up, looking ahead.  “You’re hurt.” It was the first thing on his mind and tongue as you stumbled up to him, throwing your rifle aside and collapsing next to him. You just fell to your knees and he had his hands on your shoulders, steadying you.  “What happened? Are you...shit you’re blee-” before he could finish his sentence your hand was on his mouth. “Shhhh.”, you whispered. “Listen. We can’t leave now. They know i’m still around and as soon they see us lifting off they will shoot us down, we will- “, he interrupted you this time as he pulled your hand away. “LISTEN, i’m the best pilot out there. You need medical attention, we need to bring you-” “I’LL be fine.”, your hands are on his chest now. “Really i’ll be fine. Yes we could go rush home but why not stay here for a while and let them give up their search. It’s safer.”  Poe frowned. “You are bleeding. You need-” “I’m FINE.”, you hissed again and only now did he notice how close you where. “Let’s...please let’s stay here for the night. They won’t find us...help me out of my jacket please...” He automatically reached around you to pull the leather off you. You hissed softly and rested your head on his shoulder. Poe took a deep breath. “Shit Y/N...”  “I’m good Poe.”, you whispered and he could feel your breath on his neck.  “Wait...i got a first aid kid somewhere in that X-Wing...”, he muttered, before softly pushing you back and jumping up.  “Thanks...”, you sighted softly and lay back on the ground. BB8 beeping nervously around you. You chuckled softly and shook your head. “I had worse Baby.” Noticing how bad his hands where shaking you took them in yours and Poe looked up at you. He nodded softly and gave the tape to you, as you continued to wrap it around your middle. It was getting dark, and you lay back after you where done, moaning softly as your body relaxed.  “Shit...what a day, right?”, you chuckled softly. Poe stared at you. He was sitting next to you. “Are you shivering?”, he asks. “It’s alr-”, before you could finish he already undressed and softy lay his jacket over you. You laughed and grinned at him.  “What?”, he asked, smiling himself now. “Nothing. Nothing Commander.”, you closed your eyes again. “Just...just call me Poe...”  You opened them again, looking into his dark eyes, a small smile on your lips. “Okay.” Poe leaned back, glancing at the setting sun in the distance. At least there was something he could stare at except for you.  VI Confessing... “So...you are a nice guy after all. Everyone was right.”, you start after a while of silence. Poe looks back at you. “What?” “I felt a bit bad that you didn’t really like me.”, you mumble, your arm lazily spread over your eyes, “so I asked a few people if that was just...you know...you. But no. Apparently you where nice to everyone else.” “Was I...was i mean to you?”, he asked, blushing softly. You take your hand back and your eyes meet. “I mean...not directly. You just...you know.” He groans softly, laying down now. “I know. I was a bit of an idiot. Sorry for that.”  “I forgive you. Poe Dameron. No matter what it was.”, you whisper. Him laying right next to you.  “Although....”, you start again, turning to look at him. He turns his head to and you stare at each other for a moment.  “Although i’d like to know the reason.”, you finish.  He frowns and sights softly. Then he looks away and sits up. “I can’t.”, he mumbles. You sit up too and he quickly glances at you as you hiss softly, holding your abdomen. “Lay back down!”, he commands, worried about you.  You smirk and shake your head. “All good. I just...”, you smile at him, studying his face for a while, “I just don’t get you, Poe. I read people for a living. But I can’t see through you.” He stares at you before looking down at his lap. “Maybe it’s better that way”, he jokes.  “You are afraid.”, you say...frowning, your eyes tracing his face, your hand reaching out to him.  He doesn’t answer. Just looks at you. His eyes half closed. Leaning into the touch as your fingertips reach his cheek , moving forward till your hand cups the side of his face, then running down through his hair to the back of his head. “What are you-”, he smiles but you interrupt him. “You are afraid of...something big. Are you afraid to die Poe? Afraid of...of that truth that...death is unpreventable and that one day...we will most likely lose to the First order. That we can’t fight forever and if we do we end up captured tortured or dead...because i am sometimes and i have that same expression then.”, you whisper and as you speak, he gets paler. Not just because you were partly right, but because you sound weaker and weaker by the minute.  And you can feel it too. You can feel your vision blur and your head spinning.

 “And...”, you chuckle a bit, looking down, your hand tracing back to his cheek, “You know that’s okay. Because...because it’s like this for everyone. Oblivion is certain and....and we’re all doomed and it’s...it’s just making me very happy to be doomed together with you, Poe Dameron.” Your voice cracks and he sees that your eyes glisten and that you still smile softly and he feels your fingers tracing his jaw. “Y/N?”, he asks carefully. And in that moment you cough slightly and he holds you because if he wouldn’t you would’ve collapsed and tumbled to the floor.  “Shhhh...it’s all good. I’m here...you need a doctor Y/N, Now!”, he hissed softly, running his hand through your hair to keep it out of your face.  “Stay awake will you? You hear me? HEY.” You can feel him softly slapping your cheek but you can also feel you loosing consciousness. “I’m getting us out of here. NOW” You hear him say and you feel him picking you up and carrying you up into the ship. “Stay with me, yes? You hear me? Uh...speak to me. Tell me anything. Stay awake!”, he demands and you hear buttons being pressed and BB8 anxiously beeping.  “Like what, Commander?”, you joke, your vision blurry, voice weak. You can feel his hand on your thigh squeezing you. “I don’t know. Anything. Tell me about yourself.” “There’s not much to tell.”, you whisper, about to slip away. He squeezes you tighter. “HEY. Stay with me, yes?” “Sure...”, you mutter. You can barely hear him by now. But you can feel your warm blood running down your body. “There is LOADS to tell. Like...Like...when you ....fuck...uhm...” He concentrates on flying for a second, looks away, types in some things and reaches over to do some more and when he looks back he sees you slipping away, your head falling back and he panics.  “Y/N! Hey!”, his hand reaches out to your neck and holds you up and your eyes flutter open.  “You with me?”, he asks anxiously. “Yeah...here Commander...”, you joke, closing your eyes again. “We’ll be there in a minute, okay? Just..come on talk to me...” You stay silent and it makes him more nervous as he softly shakes you. “Hey hey, don’t you fucking dare to die, i’m getting nervous here!”, he hisses and actually makes you smile. “I’m good Poe really...”, you whisper, trying to concentrate on your breathing, eyes closed, “You’re doing a good job, Poe.” “Uhu..”, he mutters, “Sorry i never had to help anyone not dying. I know..uh I know i should’ve gotten us out earlier. Damn. Sorry for that. I...Hey are you with me?” You hum in approve, leaned back in your seat next to him.  “Good cause...cause if anything happens to you I wouldn’t forgive myself for that stupid mistake and..over all i wanted to...”, he gulps, “Tell you that i really like you. That you’re pretty great actually.” You chuckle softly, eyes still closed. You’re bleeding all over the floor and you can feel his hand pressed against your wound, trying to make it stop.  “Nice that you noticed. Finally.”, you joke softly, coughing.  “No. I noticed a while ago. Really. I’ve been in love for you for quite som....oh shit.” Your eyes open and you snap your head at his direction. He stares at you. “Did I just...fucking say that?”, he whispers in shock, staring back at you.  “Was that why you...Oh my god...”, you close your eyes again, “This is NOT the right moment Dameron.”, you hiss, at least staying awake now. “Damn I know. I’m so sorry I know i just...i didn’t want to...”  “I like you too.”, you mutter and he falls silent.  “Really?”  “Really. You’re great.” You look at each other for a moment. “Don’t die. Please.”, he pleads and you start to laugh. “I won’t.”, “No?”. “No.”, you chuckle. “Good. Cause...you know...”  “I know yeah.”, you smile.  “Can I still kiss you though? Just to be sure i did it?” “Are you Serious Dameron?” Before you can say anything he turns to you, pressing his palm against your cheek. You stare at him in shock but he just takes a breath, leans in and you can feel his soft lips against yours.  You gasp softly before closing your eyes and moaning silently against him. He pulls back so slightly that you can still feel him against you.  “Don’t die, yeah?”, he whispers, his eyes half closed, staring into yours. “No...”, you whisper back, his thump running over your bottom lip, before pecking your lips again. “Good.”, you exhales shakily, your foreheads touching before he properly sits back into the pilot seat. “Good.”

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Cutie Reviews: Sakuraco April 21

I’ve had this review ready to work on for a while, but I’ve already explained what kept it so I won’t bother wasting your time. I also found out the May box will be coming soon, so I figured I should really try to get to this. 

Oh, uh, also... I’m sorry for the bad lighting btw. I was in a hurry when I took these pictures and you can see in some of them the clouds couldn’t make up their mind when providing me with lighting. 

“This month, we’re celebrating one of the most timeless flavors - Matcha. With the flowers in bloom and refreshing spring breeze, the earthy flavor of Matcha perfectly aligns with this lush time of the year. Inspired by the vibrant greens of spring, we curated our favorite Matcha sweets made by beloved local makers, and complimented them with additional floral and fruity seasonal delights.“

For this month, the booklet highlights Tsuruya Confectionery (who special in seasonal jellies, puddings, and cakes) and Aziroan (specializing in “Kintsuba”, jelly based wagashi usually made from red bean or sweet potato). As well as the Wakayama prefecture, a history on Matcha/green tea, and a mini-lesson on tea ceremony. The prizes for the photo contest were fancy sakura glasses and handkerchief.

For this box, my extra’s included some little random sweets, a couple from the prior box.

Plum Yokan & Matcha Azuki Waffle

Our first item is a pack of these cute little waffles made by Confectionery Studio Sheri Coco, located in Ibaraki. They’re soft and bready, and the book recommends toasting them to elevate the flavor even more. Vegan friendly. contains egg, soybean, milk, and wheat allergens. 

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If you like green tea but you’re not a huge fan of azuki, this is probably a good balanced treat. I honesty can’t recall getting much flavor from this, and I mainly tasted the matcha. However, the strange thing is, when I came back to the other waffle a day or so later, I was only tasting a plain bread, which is a flavor I strongly dislike.

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This plum yokan comes all the way from Nagano, made by the Kanemata Confectionery. It’s small shape accents it’s cute, floral paper wrapping.

Vegan friendly, contains no allergens.

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I’ve never tried a yokan with a wafer over it, so it was kind of strange having a combination of the two. The plum tastes like an actual, sweet plum fruit, while the wafer is plain. The little beads on top didn’t really add anything more then a little bit more texture, but I really liked the combination. It was yummy!

Sakura Yunomi & Gold Plum Tea

The dish was from our prior months box, while the cup came from this one x3 aren’t they lovely?

The cup comes from Japan Mag located in Osaka. Meanwhile, our tea comes from Sekimoto Foods in Wakayama. This is a very pretty tea, featuring gold leaf that sparkles vibrantly in the light pink tea, along with what I assume are pieces of plum?

It’s vegan friendly and contains no common allergens.

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Okay so it gets a 10 out of 10 on the gorgeous scale, but flavor wise... I definitely prefer it to our previous tea. It was a bit salty like it, but it also offered that sour taste of plum that I feel like would be a hit-or-miss depending on the person drinking it. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it either.

Matcha Senbei & Sakura Karinto

Here are two unique looking snacks, our first comes from Kashiwado in Niigata. These thin crackers feature a matcha scent and lovely etched designs. They would go perfect with some tea or as a quick midday snack with friends. Vegan friendly, contain egg, milk, soybeans, and wheat allergens.

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They don’t have too much taste, so if you’re someone who doesn’t like foods you could consider to be plain/bland, I’m not sure you would enjoy this one. I also couldn’t pick up the scent as described- but to be fair my nose only wants to work some times, so it doesn’t pick up some scents. I feel like these would be a good “accent“ to other snacks or drinks.

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Karinto are a very crunchy cracker, these reminded me a lot of fried dough pieces. They were made to emulate sakura mochi. Vegan friendly, wheat allergen.

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These were really good! They have a light sakura scent and taste with a hint of salty-sweetness, and the crunchy texture is just right. It’s not too hard for the mouth either.

Matcha Kintsuba & Yamecha Monaka

These snacks would look lovely paired with some tea wouldn’t they? The Kintsuba was created by Aziroan, a smooth red bean treat covered in a thin, flaky matcha batter-like coat. Vegan friendly, wheat allergen.

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I kind of liked this one, it felt unique to me. I’m not really big on the texture of beans, but it was fun to observe the detail while I was snacking on this. It didn’t taste too bad either.

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This next item is another wafer-jelly sort of combination, coming from Eguchi Confectionery in Fukuoka. “Yamecha“ is a tea known for its refreshing taste, and in this wafer it’s made from syrup and sugar. Vegan friendly, contains no allergens, and they also contain evaporated liqueur.

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I’m not big on green tea, which I’ve mentioned before in various reviews. I’m overcoming that because of all the exposure to it- but with how bitter this was, the past-me wouldn’t have liked it at all o_o I found it to be tolerable, it’d probably be yummy with a green tea drink. I really like the texture of the jelly.

Matcha Mochi & Matcha Pudding

I’m sorry for how gross the mochi looks, sadly it couldn’t be helped and I’ll explain why in a moment. This came from Tengudo in Hokkaido. Vegan friendly, wheat and soybean allergens.

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So... there was more to this mochi. The issue was that it was wrapped in that really thin, dissolvable paper that shows up on occasion in some sweets I’ve had in the past and I never know what to do with it. Is it edible? Is it just supposed to slide off? No clue. The mochi was extremely sticky and overall a big mess.

The booklet suggests chewing slowly to allow it’s full sweetness to come out, and I think it was right. I didn’t hate the taste at all, I just wish I didn’t have to waste it because I can’t eat it properly.

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Our pudding comes from Tsuruya, and if you hadn’t guessed already this is our first non-vegan item, as it contains gelatin. It also has milk, soybean, and egg allergens, and evaporated liqueur. It was made from Shizuoka grown matcha tea leaves.

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I’m not a big pudding consumer, but I enjoy it on occasion. I’ve never had green tea pudding before, and it was delicious. The flavor was on the lighter side and it’s smooth, creaminess won me over. It was also super-wiggly and jiggly, so it’s fun to play with.

Matcha Yokan Roll Cake & Macha Mochi Monaka

(This pic comes from the booklet, I accidentally deleted the picture of the sweets from my phone and didn’t have them uploaded yet <_<)

This pair both come from confectioneries located in Nagano, the top from Nisshindo. Vegan friendly, features the common allergens already listed in this post, and traces of 0.02% rum.

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This is a cute, bite-sized cake that was very soft and fluffy~ The cream looks fairly thin, but I could still taste it pretty well. It was sweet, and the chunk of azuki in the middle added more texture to the overall thing. 

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This other one comes from Bessho, and is pretty much a smaller, fluffier-looking version of the previous monaka snack. This one has azuki combined with the matcha jelly. Vegan friendly, common allergens.

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This was another sweet featuring a combination of sweet and bitter. It was okay, but I think by this point I was a little over the wafer-jelly combination since we had so many of the same textures this box. I don’t remember it’s taste too much but I don’t think I hated it.

Soft Milk and Strawberry Baumkuchen & Sakura Sugar Candy

These are our final items, sweets that we got a couple of each. This picture I just took, which is why they’re still wrapped. Accidentally lost the pic for them too.

I love strawberries, and I’ve always wanted to try a real baumkuchen cake so I was looking forward to something different from the rest of the box. It comes from Daiyo Foods in Aichi. Vegan friendly, common allergens included.

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I loved it’s fluffy-soft texture. It features a light sweetness and was maybe a teensy-bit dry, but the flavors described were extremely faint. I still really liked it though. I love how you can see all the individual layers in the cake too!

But for some reason this snack gave me that... vibe I get whenever I have something with alcohol in it. The booklet doesn’t mention any sort of alchohol though, so I’m not really sure if I was imagining it or what.

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From Tsuyamaya Confectionery located in Shimane comes our final sweet, soft jelly-like candies made from mousse, meringue, ajar jelly, and Sakura ajar jelly. Vegan friendly, egg and soybean allergens. Contains evaporated liqueur. This is a spring limited edition treat. 

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I love candies and sweets like this, they were softly chewy and so pretty to look at. The one I just ate was a bit more firm then the first one was, but still good. The sakura flavoring was pretty light, but the candy itself was very sweet.

Opinions

Content - 3 out of 5. I think I liked this one about the same as the previous box. I wasn’t in love with too many items, but I didn’t think of anything as unpleasant or gross. I feel like we had a lot of the same/similar textures though.

Theme: 3 out of 5. Half of the contents fit the matcha criteria, and overall it had a spring-ish vibe, which it seemed to be going for.

Total Rank: 8 out of 10 Cuties. My excitement for this brand remains strong! For someone who doesn’t like matcha or green tea very much, I enjoyed the box and it’s various tastes of it. Everything seemed to go along together nicely, and it was still a lot of fun to try it all :3