inspired by this prompt about Captain Swan being neighbors. These are little one shots in the same universe, but aren’t more than moments and not a full story (can’t handle that pressure lol). (totally un-proofed, sorry)—gp28
Emma dreamed of having a place of her own. Unconnected to other people, and completely, blissfully people-free. Maybe a cat. Short hair because she really didn’t fancy following a feline around and lint-rolling every surface of her place.
Her dream also included her own washing and drying unit, in her own place where she could walk to it in just pajamas or her underwear and grab a sweatshirt just warm from the heat of the dryer. Of slipping on freshly dried fuzzy socks.
It sounded like heaven to her.
But until she got that windfall of money (not showing up anytime soon), she’d make do with slipping on shoes and a hoodie (so as to hide the lack of bra) to trudge down the stairs to the basement in her building to take care of a week’s (sometimes longer if she was really busy) of laundry. She was grateful that they weren’t coined units, having to pay a monthly fee to use them. But it was always cold and dank down there even in the middle of the summer.
She set her full to the brim laundry basket on top of one of the four washers, enjoying the fact that it was the middle of the day and she had the space to herself. Then she noticed something. All the washers were in use.
What the actual hell?
How was it possible in her not very big apartment building, at eleven am on a Wednesday, that all washers were full? She checked the dials to find at least was almost done, but she fumed silently.
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and she braced herself for the inevitable idiot who had taken over her perfect lazy, but productive Wednesday schedule. When the door swung open, she should really have expected it.
He paused at seeing her, but smirked immediately. “Hello neighbor.” He wore sweats and a white t-shirt, and it shouldn’t have been attractive, but it was.
How the hell was he attractive in florescent lighting?
Summary: Hook benefits from Mary Margaret’s wisdom.
Note: This is for enchanteddiana for the CS Secret Shipmate. Among her list of suggestions was some Hook + Snow bonding and CS smut. Somehow I managed to combine these two wildly different things into one fic. It’s nothing but fluff, a few feels and some picnic-table!sex. Hope you like it! Posting early because I’m going to try to avoid Tumblr tomorrow until after the premiere.
Hook shifted slightly in his bed, smiling up at the ceiling as his fingers twined in Emma’s hair. She was tucked to his side, a wonderful necessity given the size of the bed, and she played with the hair on his chest and slid a slim, strong leg between his.
Under other circumstances, it might have been arousing, but since they’d nearly worn each other out, it was more comforting than erotic. Emma was at his side, and she showed no signs of going anywhere any time soon. He was hard-pressed to think of anything he liked better.
“What’re you thinking about?” she asked, voice sleepy.
“Your mother,” he said absently.
“My … ew!” Emma pushed herself up on one elbow and stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re thinking about my mom?”
“Not like that,” he said, laughing. Then, fixing a leer on his face, he continued, “But then again …”
“Killian Jones, you better think very carefully about what you say next,” she warned, tugging sharply on his chest hair.
“Ow,” he complained. “Relax, love, it was only a joke. I was simply thinking that I owe your mother for finally opening my eyes.”
She gave him another suspicious look, then pressed a kiss over his chest where she’d been about to pull the hair out by the roots. “You can send her a card,” she said, snuggling closer to him again. “A ‘Thanks for Getting Me Laid’ card or something.”
“Aye, and then I’ll be pulling arrows out of sensitive places. Or I’ll have your father trying to unman me with a sword.”
She laughed, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
Sending a card was obviously out, but there must be some way to thank her. If not for the princess, it might have been weeks before he finally caught on to his Swan’s game.
hahaha hey remember that time the title spoiler for New York City Serenade came out and everyone thought it was going to be a Neal flashback and SF heavy? And then when we found out Hook was in NYC it was because Neal was in Hook’s body???
unpopular opinion: i don’t like it when adult men wear skinny jeans.
Killian: It will help you remember everything you’ve lost
Killian: INCLUDING ME
Killian: BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU
Killian: AND IVE GONE A YEAR WITHOUT YOU WOMAN
Killian: GOD DAMN SHES STUBBORN
Killian: KEEP IT COOL KILLY
Killian: What do you say, love? Take a leap of faith
Killian: NAILED IT
friendly reminder that in a little over 24 hours, we get:
- the restaurant scene
- the central park scene
- emma and henry playing video games
- outlaw queen meeting
- hook on a horse
- hook getting arrested
- emma bailing him out
- hook and “what the fuck is photoshop”
- hook and bologna
- captain cobra swan roadtrip
- hook/henry sass-off
- emma deciding to take a leap of faith and drink the potion
- emma remembering
- hook being the first thing emma sees after remembering]
- the hug
Those women are doing a public service, Chris.
Lana Parrilla, about Regina & Robin relationship