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Name: Keiko.
Birthday: February 19th.
Gender: Female.
Relationship Status: Single.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius.
Siblings: One.
Favorite colours: Purple.
Pets: Currently none.
Type of Phone: Sony xperia SD. Never again.
Love or Lust: Love.
Lemonade or Iced Tea: hmmm, maybe both.
Coke or Pepsi: None. I prefer a Brazilian soda that comes from an actual fruit, Guaraná and it has to be Guaraná Antarctica. The others are not as good.
Day or Night: Night.
Text or Call: Text.
Makeup or Au Natural: Au Natural.
Met a celebrity: Yes.
Smile or Eyes: Eyes.
Light or Dark Hair: Either.
Shorter or Taller: Taller.
Intelligence or Attraction: Intelligence.
Cats or Dogs: Dogs.
City or Country: City.
Chapstick or Lipstick: Chapstick.
Last song you listened to: “Trouble” by Cage The Elephant.
No idea who to tag, since I already tagged a few to one similar to this one.
missing scene from write you a love song request by @swanstan
Killian’s first, and major, error is to stare at all the rolls of fabric on the table – including faux fur, bloody hell – for long minutes, before he asks if this is really worth it. Emma gets worked up immediately, which is always equally frightening and endearing, puffing her cheeks and glaring at him like he insulted her family on three generations. She’s talented at a great many things – the awards on the shelf behind her a reminder of said talent – but overacting to thing is her greater skill. It’s also why he, along with a bunch of other people, has his job. Emma overreacts, everyone else reacts accordingly.
“We are invited to the Harris-Burtka’s Halloween party,” she reminds him and accentuates each word, like he’s a slow lad struggling with his maths lesson. “You’ve seen the pictures, everyone has seen the pictures. We can’t just rent costumes and hope for the best.”
He smiles then, as he makes his way closer to her until his can wrap his arms around her waist. They’ve only been dating a couple of months, and are still navigating the waters of this new relationship, but she leans into his embrace anyway. Even upset, even with a frown on her face, she puts both her hands on his chest and look up to him.
“Has anyone told you you’re competitive?” he asks.
That manages to brings a smile to her lip, and Emma slaps his chest in retribution for his words. “No, that’s brand new information.”
He grins at her and tugs her a little closer, until she falls against him into a hug. Her arms wrap around his waist and she leans her cheek against his chest, right where his heart is. It’s a habit of hers now, one that never fails to warm Killian from the inside out. This beautiful woman who still doesn’t believe someone could love her as much as he does, it still baffles him to no end.
“Fine. Waste your money on costumes if you so wish. But don’t come complaining when your accountant loses his shit.”
She grins and beams a little – he knows even without seeing her face, because she bounces on her feet even so slightly when she does so. “Perfect!” she exclaims. “Your fitting is in half an hour.”
“My what?”
…
Killian doesn’t scare easy. He has seen enough weird stuff in his life not to startle at loud noises, and been through enough horror movie marathons with Emma to build a high tolerance to anything that could elicit a scream of terror from him.
It doesn’t stop him from being startled when the door to Emma’s house opens.
He doesn’t know what he was expecting, because he is wearing his own costume right now and was perfectly aware they were all wearing outfits from the same theme, but. But Henry wearing a Wookiee costume with only the furry head missing – well, that would startle anyone not expecting it, really.
The costume is quality, of course – handmade to fit the boy perfectly, with the belt thrown over the shoulder and everything. It may have cost Emma a lot, but it came with quality, so Killian can’t really be that mad at her for wasting her money like that. (He knows she didn’t always have money to waste, and so goes out of her way sometimes.)
“Aren’t you boiling in that thing?” Killian asks.
Henry shrugs a little. “Nah, it’s okay.”
He’s taller with each passing day, well in his teenage years now. Killian can’t wait until he grows taller than Emma and she starts freaking out. Because she will. But for now, Henry is more of the size of an Ewok than that of a Wookiee, and Killian smirks to himself a little. He can’t really help it.
“Where’s your mother?”
Henry rolls his eyes – teenager years through and through. “Upstairs.”
With that, Henry goes back to the living room, and Killian catches a glimpse of a bowl full of candy. They won’t be at home for the evening, leaving way before the first trick-or-treaters come knocking, so obviously the mini Mars bars are not for children. No doubt the Wookiee will be on a sugar night tonight, which can only be interesting.
Still, Killian barely lingers on the thought as he makes his way upstairs. It’s still a little strange, living in that big a house – not officially, but he sleeps here rather than in his own apartment more often than not these days. Never would he have thought Emma would buy a house in Hollywood, leaving Boston for good, but she surprised him by settling in at the end of her last tour. Said she wanted some roots somewhere, and he can’t help but thinking she wants root with him. He wants that too.
He knocks softly on the door to the bedroom before opening it. Emma stands in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting her costume. She looks breathtakingly gorgeous in her crown braid and white jumpsuit, slipping into the sleeveless jacket that completes her outfit. She refused to dye her hair, even temporarily – “there are limit to everything!” – but she makes a perfect Leia nonetheless, ready to brave the cold temperatures of Hoth. Or the mild temperature of Los Angeles.
“Your Highnessness,” he says as he enters the room, opening his arm in a mocking bow.
She glares at him through the mirror, unable to swallow down the grin that blossom on her lips. Her double dimples appear on her cheeks even as she focuses back on her outfit, adjusting it one last time to make it perfect. He stands behind her, watching their reflexion in the mirror – their outfits match, of course, because Emma wouldn’t have it any other way. Competitive and perfectionist, the way she always is in her work.
“Scruffy-looking Han Solo,” she laughs as she turns around, fingers brushing again his unshaved cheek.
Killian can only smirk, perfectly aware of what she’s doing. “Who’s scruffy lookin’?” he asks, in a very poor rendition of an American accent. He’s always been bad at those.
Emma smirks back, those damn double dimples flashing once more. Happiness suits her so well, and Killian can only be proud to be one of the few people allowed to make her happy – privvy to her most intimate thoughts and feelings, when she is most private about everything in the public eye, when her fans only know what little knowledge she offers them of her private life.
She leans her forehead against his, rising on her tiptoe as her hand settles on his jaw. It’s simple yet so much more than what it appears to be – it’s Emma letting him in, and Killian knows better than to take it for granted.
“I love you,” she tells him. Easy. Simple.
He knows better than to take that for granted, too, even if his heart beats faster at the three words. It’s her first time saying them, even if Killian already knew of her feelings for him – she never would have dated him otherwise, and so he gave her time, followed her pace and waited for her to come to term with everything.
“I know,” he replies with a grin.
It seems appropriate, and not entirely unwelcomed if Emma’s snort is anything to go by. He’s pretty certain she did it on purpose too, maybe not ready to hear him saying it back. That’s alright. He can wait a little bit longer for that too – he has all the time in the world, after all.
He can wait, but he still leans closer to her, his lips brushing against her.
swanstan replied to your post “swanstan replied to your post “To anyone using Google Chrome”Was this...”
man that is creepy as hell, thanks for notifying us.
Right? That’s exactly what I thought.
I figured someone’s probably said it already but I just wanted to make a little thing just in case anyone wasn’t aware.
Cause apparently Chrome will allow access to that webcam to the government and stuff like that as well. And anyone can hack in. And the little light next to it that shows that it’s on? Doesn’t always turn on when it’s on if someone has hacked into it....
swanstan replied to your post “To anyone using Google Chrome”
Was this a recent thing or...?
Nah.
It’s just that I only found out about it recently cause one of my friends decided he wanted to sit down and read the whole thing for shits and giggles.
And he got to that part.
And kinda freaked out.
I thought others might like to be made aware of that.
swanstan replied to your post “i think a lot of the fic now is pretty much just self insert because...”
Thank God, I love when ppl see this. I am very picky when it comes to fic these days and stick to my favorite writers.
I would just stick tho the ones I know except they’re dropping like flies. all the old guard is kinda fading away from fandom(all for reasons I get) and I’m like wait come back write for me again!
