#coffeewithcaptainswan

[initiala]

fanfic trope: fake dating au ;)

Oh man I love reading those but they’re SO HARD TO WRITE. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been able to write one just because I’m so impatient lmao. “STOP FAKING IT AND JUST SMUSH FACES ALREADY, YOU LOVE EACH OTHER.”

It’s very difficult being the omnipotent party in writing.

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[pirateherokillian]

For the Drabble Challenge, 81, 83, 85, or 87! Whichever inspires you! 😁

Got a bite with 81 - “Hold still.”

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Emma jerked her hand back with a wince, pouting at the sharp pain that shot up what felt like her entire arm. 

“Bloody hell,” Killian muttered. He looped his hook around her wrist and used it to drag her hand back to rest atop his thigh. “Would you hold still? I can’t do this if you keep pulling away.”

She couldn’t stop her pout from growing as he zeroed in on her injury once more. “But it hurts.” She griped and then winced even before he had a chance to make another attempt.

Killian looked up at her long enough to give her an unimpressed look before returning his focus to the task at hand. He narrowed his eyes and licked at his bottom lip as he pressed the tip of the tweezers in his good hand against her finger. Emma whined and instinctively started to pull away again, but Killian held firm with his hook. “Swan, I swear to Zeus himself if you don’t stop…” Even in such a low tone, there was still a captain’s like command to his voice that simultaneously made Emma want to jump him right there in their bathroom and slap him upside the head. She opened her mouth to say something equally infuriating and arousing back, but all that came out was a gasp as he pinched harder with the tweezers.

“Got it!” He exclaimed, pulling out the minute piece of wood that had lodged itself inside her skin. She followed his hand with her eyes as he held the offending thing aloft to better see it in the light. “It’s not even that big.”

“It’s practically a log.” She glared at it with narrowed eyes, feeling none of the maturity of her thirty years. 

She could practically feel the way Killian rolled his eyes at her dramatics. “You’re an infant.” He sighed as he lowered the tweezers to wipe them against the inside of the trash can. The cause of all her pain for the past ten minutes fell to the bottom with the rest of the waste, never to cause her anguish again. 

Still, she felt her immaturity bubbling to the surface once more. And since the traitorous little branch wasn’t wedge in her finger anymore, Emma turned it on the man sitting on the edge of the tub next to her.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me just use my magic.”

Killian set the tweezers down on the edge of the tub behind him and then turned to give her another one of his ‘you’re being ridiculous’ looks. “Love, using magic to remove a splinter is absurd.”

“At least my finger wouldn’t hurt from you digging around in it.”

Blue eyes rolled for a second time (more like tenth since they’d started, but it wasn’t like Emma was counting), and then Killian turned his attention on her finger. He inspected it briefly before he brought it to his lips. His eyes slowly rose to find hers as he placed the gentlest of kisses against her wounded appendage. 

“Is that better?” He whispered softly.

Emma bit back a smile and tried to look as petulant as she had moments before. “Leaves a little to be desired…” She teased. 

He squinted at her briefly, acknowledging her cheekiness. He lowered her hand back to his lap and leaned forward, bringing his hand up to press against her cheek as he pressed her lips to hers. It was a brief, but strong kiss and it was all Emma could to keep her demeanor even remotely put out when he pulled away seconds later. 

“And how was that?” He murmured, the smallest bit of space between them.

She smiled the tiniest bit. “Definitely better…” He smiled back, an equally small and tender thing. “But my finger still hurts.” Emma couldn’t help herself from adding with a quick raise of her eyebrow. 

Killian growled softly and dropped his forehead to rest against her neck. “You’re an exasperating woman sometimes.”

Emma grinned. “And you love it.” She whispered knowingly into his hair. 

He nodded against her. “Bloody hell, do I ever.”

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Drabble Challenge!

[soggyhook]

When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send to the last 10 people in your notifications 💕

1 - i want to name names, but my friends

2 - coffeeeee

3 - music

4 - swimming!

5 - bad jokes, like the ones that are just so freaking punny 

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[odonoghues]

Happy Birthday! 🎉🎁

thank you!

[better-headaches]

Your URL 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Oh wow thank you! I’m still a little on the fence about it myself but I do kinda like it and I’m glad you do too! Your URL is also pretty gr8 m8

[once-upon-a-captain-swan]

Happy birthday! ✨🎉

Thank you 😊

[nowforruin]

"What was it about her that kept the grim reaper one step behind her heart?" Stopppp 😭 if this ain't the truth about Emma and her loves, Idk what is. I've been reading "The Difficult Kind" the past couple days and my heart! Ugh this fic has destroyed me. Beautiful work 😁

I have to admit, every now and then I write something, and then when I find it reading back over on edit, I sort of side eye myself. “Did you really write that? It’s...good. But really. When did you get that clever??” This is one of those lines <3 

Thank you for the lovely message! The epilogue will go up...at some point. 

[justanotherwannabeclassic]

coffeewithcaptainswan replied to your photo: Hello my name is Shea! Generally, you will see me...

Knitting!!! Yesss is currently working on a Hufflepuff scarf ��

That’s really awesome! I am in the midst of two different projects. One day I do want to make a Hogwarts scarf. (I’m Ravenclaw.)