start to melt in your clutch
Summary: All obsessions start innocently. Tiktok, however, is a goddamned rabbit hole, one Emma Swan has fallen into and doesn’t seem to be able to get out of. Enter Killian Jones, who suggests she get that song out of her system. And Emma Swan has never ever backed away from a challenge.
A/N: I can’t thank @csconcertseries enough! Literally, this event kind of saved me from singing Snow Miser’s song all. the. time. And there are a few other songs mentioned in the fic that I’ve been obsessed with, of course. I wrote this fic in just a few days and it was absolutely therapeuthical - it didn’t help me forget all about tiktok, however, but eh, can’t really have it all, can I?
Anyway, big thanks to @clockadile for creating this event, @carpedzem and @shardminds for being awesome supporters and to everyone I’ve sent tiktok videos to and who would probably just want to strangle me. Sorry?
Rated not-even-much-M for mentions of smut at the end. Mostly, this is just crack.
All obsessions start innocently.
That’s what Emma Swan always tells herself to defend her latest addiction: she didn’t obsess over colorful Converse on purpose; she buys all books in a series with the same cover style because that’s the sensible thing to do, no matter if the new edition is prettier; she does not get obsessed over tv shows or movies because they are mainstream, she watches them because that’s what Netflix offers and nothing else attracts her; she doesn’t get one song stuck in her head for days to end because that’s the song of the moment and everyone’s supposed to know it. And, most definitely, she is not obsessed with Killian Jones.
Liar, liar, slutty dress on fire!
She growls at the silky voice of Tom Ellis in her mind.
Well, maybe she is a bit obsessed by him, but it strictly on a professional level.
And Tom is about to open his mouth again.
Alright, not exactly totally professional level. But he doesn’t need to know that. He mustn’t.
Killian Jones is just… the most talented make-up artist she’s ever met. Those kids on YouTube can only dream to be like Killian, and even if some are his age, they still have a long way to go.
The stars call him all the time when he’s not on set. Hell, Vanessa Hudgens and Blake Lively have him on freaking speed dial. And god, he got to do Lady Gaga’s make up as well, once. Emma would sell her soul for such an opportunity.
Hers is not envy, though. No, Emma knows that’s not how it works in the industry: you either are talented or you are not. If you are not, you’re out.
Emma is good, very good, but compared to Killian, she’s just a kid coloring inside the lines to his Da Vinci: he’s the creative one, the one to always come up with new ideas for their stars’ make-up.
There’s some kind of rivalry between the two of them, but it’s mostly a game. In fact, this is probably the problem: there’s no serious competition going on, they both are good at what they do and spend so much time joking and entertaining make-up free conversations she would almost say they are friends.
The horror, Tom muses with what would be a sardonic smile.
Flustered, Emma clenches her teeth and rubs her brushes harder under the flowing water.
Alright, dude, she concedes, they are friends. Kind of. Friends from work. They don’t really spend time together after work, they don’t have the same group of friends even though they’ve had to move to Vancouver and both have apartments in Los Angeles they rent out and he’s been over at her house enough times for her cat to fall in love with him.
Friends. They are friends. Somehow. But platonic ones, they don’t do those things best friends do in books and movies and they are not pining one after the other. That’s… inconceivable.
She’s grateful she doesn’t snap the brush in her hand. That would mean admitting too many things and none of those would be on the same level of just having to buy a new brush. Adding that to the pile would probably make her cry, though.
Knuckles rasp against the trailer’s door, making her jump. Only one person knocks before entering anywhere, and said person is no one other than the one she can’t get out of her head. Tom Ellis is probably somewhere in her head smiling in delight.
«Come in!» she calls before Killian starts wondering why she’s not answering. Partially because of her nerves, Emma eases back into humming an old song she discovered only because of her newest obsession: TikTok.
No, scratch that, that’s not an obsession: that’s a goddamned rabbit hole.