Whatever you do don’t picture Regina looking out the window and spotting Emma and Killian kissing and looking genuinely happy. Don’t think about how Regina feels kind of… Empty? Sad? Angry and confused at the same time. Don’t try to imagine Regina thinking about all the times she and Emma accomplished the impossible together by using magic, transcending realms, defeating enemies, raising a child together and constantly making sure the other is safe. Don’t picture Regina getting teary eyed while thinking about the time Emma sacrificed herself for her - which only deepens her frown because she doesn’t understand. Doesn’t understand why she… Feels things… When she looks at Emma. Really, don’t think about Regina’s lips parting when she finally understands - when she finally realizes why she’s not in Hook’s place. And definitely don’t think about Rumple coming up behind her, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips while he says “I told you, dearie. Magic always comes with a price.”
Why is there so much art/fic/love for the ‘Dream Pack’ and nothing for the Vancouver Crew?
We barely know the Dream Pack’s name and really all we have to ‘vouch’ for them is they enjoyed being around Kavinsky (point against them honestly). The Vancouver Crew we have a little bit more info on, we know they like toga parties (point for them honestly) and they like to hang around Henry.
We also know things like
Cheng2 (aka Henry Broadway) can’t keep his mouth shut.
He also likes his energy drinks.
They have a white cat.
The music at the party has k-pop, opera, eighties power ballads, hip-hop… which one listens to opera oh my gosh.
They’re all part of Aglionby’s 11% diverse students.
There are motorcycle helmets. Who rides the motorcycles, I wonder?
“Hungry eyes, hungry smiles, hungry futures.”
Cheng2 cares about economics in the southern states even though he’s from Vancouver? Thanks bro.
Also he gets high. He’s from Vancouver, so it’s probably pot, let’s be real.
There are lacrosse sticks. Who plays lacrosse?
Improved voice overs. This is their idea of a party. They get into togas get intoxicated and voice movies playing on a projector. Adorable.
They probably were involved in that protest.
They are angry but they play at not being angry and being uniform at school because they feel like they have to represent something bigger than them.
Angry and slouching and loud!
Also like how did they all end up here? Living with Ryang’s aunt? Where’s my origin fic guys come oooon.
Henry Cheng, Cheng2 (Henry Broadway), Ryang, Lee-Squared, Koh, Logan Rutherford, SickSteve (why SickSteve? What did you do to deserve that, friend?).
I want to see fandom flesh these boys out, give them some love. Because what little we know about them is so intriguing! Also, they have to deal with Henry ALL THE TIME. That says a lot about them right there, I think.
(Disclaimer: I absolutely love Henry Cheng and would also hang out with him all the time just saying)
A/N: I had originally planned “Henry Tells a Secret” as a one-shot but a few people asked for it to be continued (and it was my most read/liked story so far!) I hope this is what you were hoping for!
Henry proved far harder to tire out than Spencer, who was snoring lightly from his sprawled position on the living room couch. You finally convinced him to let you give him a bath, with a bribe of an extra-long story before he had to sleep. He ran off into the living room to retrieve just the story he wanted.
“Un-cuh Pencer started!” Henry explained, hanging you a bound stack of paper with words and photographs on it. The first page said “Super BAU”- of course Spencer had created an original story in preparation for Henry’s arrival. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach. He was so sweet.
Bath-time went easily as it always did. Henry sat happily in the tub and allowed you to get him clean, all the while chattering on about how much fun he had had with Spencer.
“Un-cuh Pencer paid gaaaames nd we ated spag-get-tees!” he told you excitedly, “nd stow-ry!”. Henry clearly had no idea how stressed out Spencer had been nor how tired he must have been to fall asleep while reading Henry the story he’d written. Once you got Henry changed into his pajamas, you crawled into bed with him and the many pillows he insisted on sleeping with in Spencer’s guest room.
“Y/N?” Henry asked you as you got settled in, his blond hair falling everywhere around him.
“You love Un-cuh Pencer how momma love daddy?” Henry looked up at you with his big beautiful eyes and you wondered how JJ and Will managed to stay away from such energy and genuine love for a night.
“Your Uncle Spencer is pretty wonderful,” you told Henry, changing the subject because how could Henry be the first to know “should we start the story?” Henry nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you, Y/N” he cooed, and you just about melted into the bed.
“I love you too Henry Wenry, but you still have to go to sleep now. Once upon a time…” you started and Henry curled up happily onto your chest as you told the tale of one of your more dynamic cases turned into a story about heros, villains and good townspeope. Henry fell asleep quickly- you suspected he didn’t really understand what was going on- but you kept reading to yourself. Spencer had created your character as the bravest, smartest and most awe-inspiring of your team members and made special mention of how beautiful- even intimidatingly so- you were.
You could feel the butterflies multiplying in your stomach as the case ended and you saw the next chapter was titled “Happily Ever After”. In the short chapter, Spencer came up to you back at the BAU headquarters and told you how impressive he found you and how wonderful you were and you “swooned over” him in return and you all lived happily ever after. You had not realized it was possible to convey so much emotion indirectly, in such a short work of fiction at that.
You decided to be a good friend and pick up around Spencer’s apartment; it was only partly because you hoped the noise would wake Spencer up and you could talk about the story. Annoyingly, Spencer remained asleep as you ran the dirty clothes through the wash, cleaned the kitchen, loaded the dishwater and picked up/put away all of Henry’s toys. You may not have closed the dishwasher gently when you loaded it with soap and started to run it.
Spencer looked up in alarm, not at you in the kitchen but around him. The book he’d written for Henry was missing and as he looked around, he realized the whole apartment was devoid of any sign of Henry. He wondered what the hell had happened, had he dreamed the whole night? Had JJ come over, picked up Henry and cleaned for him? If so, he was in so much trouble. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep when babysitting! Wait, was Henry okay? Was the dishwasher on? What was going on?
You laughed from the kitchen, watching him sit up and look around in confusion then get up and sit back down in quick succession. Your laugh directed Spencer’s attention to you and he looked at you quizzically. You went into the living room and sat by him.
“Henry called me once he’d tuckered you out. I’ve been here for a couple hours- I gave him a bath and put him to bed after reading him a story of course- you know the one you started with him” you explained, watching Spencer go completely red in the face when he realized what you were talking about.
“Uh, well, thanks for doing all that Y/N. You really didn’t have to give up your Friday night to make up for the fact that I’m not cut out to babysit,” Spencer said a little sadly, not sure what else to do. You felt so bad.
“Henry told me he had a wonderful time,” you countered, “he loved the games, the food and the games. You made a great babysitter, just maybe don’t fall asleep on the job next time!” you laughed and Spencer smiled a little. He was absolutely adorable with his couch-given bed-head and disheveled cloths, sleep still a little heavy in his voice.
“Well I owe you one, Y/N,” he said again, then seemed to remember that you’d read the story, “…if you uh, don’t think it’s too weird to be friends with someone who adores you.” At this point, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to break free if you didn’t do something to appease Spencer’s worry and get over worrying that he was too sweet and innocent to date. That would work itself out, or not, but it wasn’t a basis not to try.
“Yeah,” you started, as solemnly as you could muster, “it might be weird to be friends with someone who feels that way about me…” you said softly, looking at Spencer. His whole face seemed to sink as he registered your words and you couldn’t believe you’d made him feel so sad.
“Especially when I feel the same way about you,” you continued, suggesting “but maybe we could be something besides friends.” Spencer looked puzzled but you could tell the exact moment his genius brain put the pieces together. His face lit up and he launched toward you for a hug, pushing you back on the couch as he did, so he was above you. You didn’t think you’d ever been this close to him before and you were sure you never wanted to stop.
From his vantage point above you, he studied your face for a second before leaning down to kiss you. You reciprocated, prompting Spencer to deepen the kiss and oh, maybe he wasn’t as sweet and innocent as you thought.