oh how wrong she was

RWBY Musical Theatre AU

This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while and while I don’t feel like writing a fic about it I’m just going to dump out my ideas:

-Ruby is in charge of building sets and/or props. Yang keeps trying to get her to audition for the cast but she’s shy and also happier backstage where she gets to build things. She’s also on crew. She prides herself on being the only one she knows who can rap “Guns and Ships”.

-Blake is definitely the stage manager who is done with everyone’s shit. The only cast members she likes are Yang and Pyrrha. Yang brings her coffee every day and Pyrrha’s too nice to hate but other than that she’s a massive pile of salt. (This is true of most SMs. The last show I called half our conversations between cues were just *deep sigh* “Actors”)

-Weiss is the prima donna who nobody really likes because she’s a snob, but they tolerate her because she’s a fantastic leading lady. Super high strung and stressed out and everybody wishes she would just chill it’s just a high school production please Weiss calm down.

-Pyrrha is a supporting character/Weiss’ understudy? in the cast, and she’s totally the cast Mom. Like the one who brings in Timbits on weekend rehearsals and enough tea to fill an ocean during show week so that no-one gets sick

-Yang is an ensemble member who sometimes gets bigger parts, usually comic relief stuff. She’s always super up-beat, and that one person who goes around talking about how she feels like the whole cast is one big family and it’s super cheesy but people love her anyway. She’s also a fantastic dancer.

-I feel like Ren is the choreographer just because of that one chibi episode. He’s a bit of a slave driver but everyone knows he’s damn good at his job (they’re all so screwed when he graduates)

-Nora…honestly I’m not sure what Nora would do. Makeup? Costumes? She mostly got involved ‘cause Ren was involved and those two are inseparable in any AU

- Jaune walked into auditions by accident and somehow landed the lead he doesn’t know what he’s doing and Pyrrha might be brainstorming ways to take out Weiss so she can stage-kiss Jaune and he’s so confused send this poor boy help.

Anyways listen I will talk about rwby theatre kids until I die so if you wanna know more (or even if you don’t idc) hit me up

unexpected things from s3 that still make me really really happy and smile: isak and sonja’s conversations, whether it was in the minutt for minutt clip or via their texts, all throughout episode 10.

The First Time

The first time James saw her, she was frowning. Stood by the Hogwarts Express, with her her fiery red hair plaited haphazardly into two braids, she appeared to be arguing with a blonde girl who he guessed must be her sister. He watched as the aforementioned blonde- who was wearing a particularly sour expression- sneered something at her and stormed off, leaving the red-head’s shoulders to slump as she hugged her parents goodbye. James wondered if her sister was always that stroppy.

The first time she laid eyes on him, he was laughing. Stood outside the compartment she was sat in with Sev, his hair a haphazard mess as he chatted with an aristocratic boy who looked liked he belonged to a rich family. He wore expensive robes and rounded glasses like her father did, but that didn’t fool her; she knew by their smirks that they were troublemakers- boys her mother warned her to stay away from- and Lily hoped they wouldn’t sit in her compartment.

The first time they scowled at each other, she was filled with pride as the hat called GRYFFINDOR! and he watched her hurry over to the table he was sat at. He wondered if she’d come and sit by him, but from the way her nose wrinkled as their eyes met, he figured she probably wouldn’t. Strange, he thought, as she glared up at him from the table. No one had ever disliked him before. He glared back anyway.

The first time they smiled at each other, they had just stopped Mulciber from hexing a Hufflepuff boy in their Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Who knew two first years could pull off a Twitchy-ears hex on a third year? As he ran off, red-faced and clutching his ears, they couldn’t help but share a smile. They knew payback would most likely be coming, but they couldn’t help a small moment of victory.

The first time they argued with each other, it happened in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, and had something to do with Severus. No one really understood what had happened over the spitting of insults between the pair, but they couldn’t understand how James Potter wasn’t afraid of the furious red-head, (though he was secretly marvelling at the pretty girl who was surprisingly as sharp-tongued as Sirius). When wands were drawn, it was Remus who split it up.

The first time they laughed with each other was in third year. After two years of rivalry, it came as a shock to the whole of Gryffindor when Lily Evans and James Potter both burst out laughing at an apparently ‘hilarious’ expression Sirius Black was wearing. The disgruntled victim thought they’d been hit by a cheering charm, which only made the pair laugh harder. They went back to their feud the very next day.

The first time they were partnered up together was in potions class. She decided he was a ‘big-headed idiot’ as they bickered over which ingredients to put in the potion, and he refused to let her stir. He concluded she was a ‘right know-all’, but he couldn’t deny he liked her sarcastic streak- not that he’d ever tell her that.  A row ensued when their potion exploded all over their desk, and Slughorn decided he wouldn’t pair them up again.

The first time he asked her out had been in fourth year. It had sort of- somehow- slipped out mid-argument, and after surprise had flashed in her eyes she’d replied ‘never in your wildest dreams’. To cover up his disappointment, James had made it a running joke from then on, though his pride had been hurt for at least a month.

The first time they pranked someone together, their victim was Bellatrix. It had to be- it was, of course, her last day, and she definitely deserved it. The bucket of maple syrup and feathers had been James’s idea, but the finishing touch of the Tarantallegra charm had been Lily’s. James had stated she’d done a “Good job, Evans”, rather begrudgingly. She’d held back a grin.

The first time they snuck out together, it was to collect chocolates for Remus on his birthday, in fifth year. Lily had once stated she’d “never go under Potter’s invisibility cloak”, which he happily reminded her of multiple times on the journey. They may or may not have eaten some of the chocolate on the way back, but Remus didn’t mind. In fact, Lily had never seen him happier.

The first time they cried together was the sixth year, just before they left for Christmas, when James’s father had passed away. She’d found him by the fire and sat with him until morning, both pretending they weren’t scared of this war as they clutched hands. Lily visited him for the first time that holiday, with a bouquet of flowers for his mum.

The first time they got drunk together they played exploding snap in Lily’s dorm until three a.m. The game ended when Sirius and Marlene started making out a little too ferociously, and Peter passed out on the floor, snoring. Remus and James helped carry him back to their dorm and Lily went to bed with her heart beating quickly and a smile on her face.

The first time they went on a date, it wasn’t planned. Well, not by them at least. Their friends abandoned them, leaving them red-cheeked when they cottoned on. They’d gone to the Three broomsticks anyway, and laughed until they cried over a pitcher of butterbeer. James couldn’t help but feel he was falling completely, and Lily decided that maybe her heart had thawed a little for the boy she once loathed. Their friends wore smug looks for a fortnight afterwards.

The first time they kissed, it was Lily who initiated it, surprisingly. They’d been skipping around each other for weeks, and she finally had the guts to do it at a celebratory quidditch party when she was (more than a little bit) tipsy, and decided she had nothing to lose. It was sloppy and haphazard, but Lily thought her insides might explode. James wouldn’t stop grinning.

The first time he told her he loved her, they were seventeen. She was sprawled on the grass, a book in her hand and her hair fanning out behind her. He’d known it for a long time, he realised, looking at the concentration on her face. It seemed to slip off his tongue so easily that he didn’t even realise it had been said. Lily whispered it back as she entwined her hands around his neck and their lips connected.

The first time they had sex it was awkward and embarrassing, but pleasant at the same time. It wasn’t anything like they’d seen in muggle movies; there was giggling, (mostly on Lily’s part, much to the annoyance of James), and low murmurs of encouragement, but by the time they were done both were smiling. The second time was much, much better.

The first time they saw their baby, they were twenty years old. Lily never thought she could love someone as much as she loved James, but oh, how wrong she was. As they held their son between them, she never thought she could love anything quite as much as her two boys, with their messy dark hair and beautiful hearts. She thought her own heart might explode with the strength of her love.

The last time they saw each other she was cradling their little baby in her arms. And, as the wand was pointed at his face, no one could know how James wished he’d turned to look at her just one last time before she’d left the room- even though he didn’t really need to. As his eyes closed, a picture of her was burned into his mind, as bright as the sun.

Until they saw each other again.

Undeserving Part 1 (Auston Matthews)

Song: “No Promises” - Shawn Mendes

“Luke told me today he’d still take you if you want to go” your friend Cassidy looked over her shoulder from her spot in front of the mirror outside of the dressing room.

“No” you shook your head eyes glued to your phone.

“You’re talking to him?” She questiond moving the dress around to fit her shape better.

“When isn’t she talking to him.” Your other friend malia mocked two dresses in her hand.

“Actually.” You spoke finally looking up. “I’m talking to his mom.”

Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled “She’s in with the whole family now.” Malia nudged Cassidy to take the dresses out of her hands who laughed along with her.

“Yep.” You glared at them not really bothered but blushing nonetheless.

“(y/n) we’re just joking, how’s auston?” Cassidy asked as she returned to he dressing room and malia took a seat next to you.

“He’s good.“you simply replied noticing a text from his mom to confirm all of your flight information.

“That’s it.” Malia asked trying to look over your shoulder. “You'be been talking, no practically dating for over a year and that’s all we get.” You shrugged not wanting to tell them because as much as you loved them, you knew they wouldn’t understand.

“I don’t believe it.” Malia snatched your phone out of your hands and moved so you couldn’t get it back.

“Malia!” You snipped trying to get your phone back.

“You talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes.”

It started with him snapchatting you after a particularly bad game. Then he claimed the only way he’d feel better is if he heard your voice which lead to you talking on the phone. Talking to Auston was always simple so it was easy for you both to loose track of time and talk for longer than anticipated. Even if the conversation was innocent enough that didn’t stop your parents from teasing you the next morning when you walked into the kitchen with bags under your eyes and only an hour of sleep in your system. After you got off the phone with Auston you couldn’t go to sleep, you were way too happy to. So you layed in bed for the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling.

“Stop.” You pouted embarrassed by the length of time.

“Does he know about your surprise?” Cassidy shouted from the dressing room.

“Nope he still thinks I’m going with Luke.”

“That’s sweet. Invite me to the wedding.” Malia joked.

You laughed “I have to be his girlfriend before I’m his wife.”

“Seriously if he doesn’t ask you out soon I’m going to beat him up.” Malia was completely serious.

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt him, but okay.”

“Hey don’t miss judge these babies.” She said pointing to her biceps. “They have a reputation.”

“For what looking like noodles?” You laughed as Cass came out dress in hand.

“Shut up, I’ve punched someone before.”

“Yeah me in kindergarten” You stood gathering your purse. “But that didn’t exactly hurt.”

“You cried.” Malia pointed out standing as well. You both followed Cassidy to the register.

“That’s because not even five minutes later your brother ran over my foot with a scooter because you told him to.”

“Oh yeah those we’re the good old times.”

“Hey, don’t say that we weren’t friends yet.” Cass reprimanded pulling out her credit card and handing it over to the cashier.

“Fine.” You ended your conversation just as Cass was handed her bag and her credit card back.

“Let’s eat.” She smiled leading the way to her car. You stopped at a Burgatory before heading home to do some last minute packing.

“You have everything you need?” Your mom asked standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mhm, everything except-”

“Except the sweatshirt he gave you, it’s in the dryer.” Your mother knew the one thing you wouldn’t leave that house without.

Auston had given you one of his old sweatshirts during the summer a year ago when you were at a bonfire at his house. You had worn jean shorts and a tanktop forgetting a sweatshirt at home, but Cassidy assured you it wouldn’t get that cold and there would be blankets. Oh how wrong she was. It was freezing by the time the sun set and you didn’t even want to think about sitting outside. That’s when Auston offered you his sweatshirt from when he was 15 and played on a travel team. Matthews was on the back along with the number 19 and on the front his teams name. You stayed warm the whole night getting lost in both the sweatshirt and the way Auston played with your fingers as you sat on his lap a blanket draped over the two of you.

“Thanks mom.” You smiled zipping up your suitcase. It was hard to convince your parents to let you go see Auston especially since they wouldnt be going and you weren’t dating. But after showing that you’d pay for all your expenses including the plane ticket and that it would only be for the weekend they agreed.

“Just make him your boyfriend soon, that’ll be thanks enough.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You laughed as she placed a kiss on your head.

Mrs. Matthews picked you up at 3:30 in the morning to get to the airport. The car ride was a comfortable silence due to the fact that you weren’t truly awake yet. She helped you out of the car and into the airport leading the way to the gate you needed to be at for your 5:30 flight.

“Are you excited?” She asked as you both sat side by side.

“Very.” You nodded taking a sip of your coffee.

“He’s excited too. He even went to bed earlier so you’d get there sooner.”

You laughed butterflies taking over your stomach. “I’m excited for his birthday.”

“Me too. I’m going to need you to distract him during the say so I can make him a birthday dinner.” Ema explained her plan taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Whatever you say boss.” You smiled as she nuged your side laughing.

Your flight number was called and you boarded for the first of two. It went very smoothly considering you only went to California for your layover. The second was more difficult. A women had her two newborns with her and they wouldn’t stop crying. The poor women was clearly overwhelmed and panicking. That’s when Ema stood up and politely took one of the babies out of her arms and began bouncing back and fourth not too long after one of the cries stopped.

“Here.” She said handing you the baby “keep bouncing him.” You did as directed while cooing at the small bundle in your arms. She took the second from the women and did the same silencing the cries. The women was so happy she looked like she could’ve cried.

“Both Alex and Auston were like this.” She told you. “It took everything in me not to start crying myself.”

You held the babies for the rest of the flight allowing the mother to get some sleep and giving the rest of the plane an easier flight.

“Goodbye handsome.” You cooed to the baby in your arms before placing him in the stroller.

“Thank you again.” The women smiled brightly at Ema as you all three moved through the airport toward the exit doors.

“My kids were the same way. It just takes practice and patience.” She advised.

“Is this your daughter?” She looked from Ema to you.

“One day hopefully, but right now she’s my son’s girlfriend.” Your heart jumped that’s the first time anyone has referred to you as Auston’s girlfriend. You knew it was just because it was easier then explaining the whole situation, but still.

“Well I hope you both have a wonderful time here thank you again.” The women smiled one last time before directing the stroller out. You followed suit toward the car Ema had rented. Auston’s game would start soon so you had no time to stop by his apartment. You changed into his jersey in the car and fixed your hair and makeup as well.

“Ready?” Ema asked as she parked the car. You nodded the fact that you were actually here starting to sink in.

“There’s Auston.” She pointed him out on the ice for warmups. Even if she hadn’t pointed him out you would’ve known which one he was from the build.

When the game got underway you were completely focused on number 19. Auston scored twice and both times you cheered loud. The final score was 2-4 and you knew a win would mean a happier Auston. You followed Ema to where you came in and waited patiently for your guy.

You’d wish someone would’ve taken a picture of Auston’s face when he saw you because it was priceless.

“What are you doing here?” He asked pulling you into his large frame.

He smelled good from his shower and you couldn’t help but admire his build.

“Surprising you.”

“Well i’m surprised.” He kept you in a firm grip but was able to look down at you now. “What about homecoming? you were nominated for queen.”

“I wouldn’t have won anyway.” Everyone knew Danielle Stapleton was guaranteed to win mainly because her older sister had two years before.

“But still. Cassidy told me how excited you were to go.”

You simply shrugged “it wouldn’t have been fun without you.”

“So you ditched your senior homecoming where you were nominated to win queen to fly half way across the world with my mom to spend time with me.”

“You like your surprise?”

“I love it.”

You stand in each others arms smiling at one another unaware of the people moving around you and the fact that Ema had left you alone.

“You’re the best you know that?”

You giggled “you’re just now figuring that out.”

“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?” Auston questioned aloud.

“you tell me.” You didn’t miss a beat with your reply.

“Because I don’t deserve you.”

The conversation is always the same. Auston hasn’t asked you out cause he doesn’t deserve you, that’s the sweet endearing joke between the two of you.

“And because you’re way smarter than me, and more capable, and going on to be super successful.” One finger wenr up after another as he listed off his reasons.

You simply shook your head and rolled your eyes up at the giant goof.

“I hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“Well you’re insanely hot, really freaking good at hockey, and going on to be a successful NHL player with hot girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” You took your time listing off your items about him. “Hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“I guess will just have to say neither of us deserve each other.”

“And that’s why we’re not dating.”

Auston smiled, but it’s obvious it’s forced and you mirror. “Let’s go I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“What about your mom?” You asked once you got in the car and begin adjusting your seat belt.

“I texted her.” Auston looks up from his phone and places it in the consol. “She’s going to dinner with some of the other families. So we have the place ourselves.“

“You know what that means?“ You asked a sly smile placed on your face.

“What does that mean?” Auston backed out of his spot driving with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

“Cuddling.”

“Lots of it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. Your head rested against the seat admiring the sites around you as Auston drove.

When you get to his shared apartment he opened the door and allowed you in first.

“I’m going to change. The living rooms through there though.” Auston directed.

You first kicked off your shoes then move to the living room where you sat down on the couch and took in your surrounding. Before you can reach for the remote auston entered with a huge blanket. He sat down beside you and pulled it over the both of you.

“Any preferences?” He fliped through the dvds he’d brought with him downstairs.

“This one.” You picked up the movie you have come to love over the many years and times you’ve watched it.

“Are we ever going to watch a diferrent movie?” Auston got up and put “some kind of wonderful” into his DVD player.

“No, probably not.” You smiled. This was the movie you watched in jack Linder’s basement when you hung out for the first time.

“Great.” He sat back down beside you wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t watch the movie, but rather auston. The way his large chest moved up and down with each breath and how small your hand looked in his. His thumb ran over yours repeatedly. You admired all the way from his hair to the silver chain that he never takes off from his neck.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His voice broke your thoughts and brought you back to reality.

Your cheeks burn bright from being caught. “your handsome.”

Auston turned so he was looking down at you his head resting against the couch. That’s how you remain the both of you looking at each other the movie playing in the background. Auston’s hand found the side of your face and let it rest there before he leant down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and romantic. It was the type that made your legs go weak and your heart race faster. When you pulled away everything seemed hazy except Auston he was in complete focus.

“How was that?”

“Good.” You softly smiled. “really good.”

“better than last time?” The last time You and Auston had kissed was before he left for the season. You were laying in his bed just talking when he leaned down and kissed you.

They’re all great.“ You mumbled.

“You want to see if I can make this one better?”

You nod closing your eyes as Auston Matthews pulled you back into him. One kiss turned into two which turned into three which turned into you making out. Auston gently lifted you onto his lap and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found the back of his neck and his hair.

He rubbed your back and played with the ends of your hair. Your lungs began to burn and the only sound you could make was a wimper mixed with a moan. Kissing along your jaw and neck Auston got the hint. However it didnt take long for him to return to your lips and start kissing away.

The door opened and closed loudly followed by an apology it caused both of you to jump. You leaned back into the couch hoping it wasn’t obvious how breathless and lightheaded you were. Auston sent you a lazy smile only making you want him even more.

“Hey guys!” Ema called coming into the room a brown bag in one hand her purse in the other.

“Hey mom.” Auston greeted and you waved.

“I brought take out.” She held up the bag glancing at the screen. “Oh I love this movie!”

“(Y/n) loves it too, she chose it.”

“Isn’t it just so sweet?” Ema commented a fond smile taking over.

“Mhm” you looked at the screen seeing the movies already almost over.

“Well I’ll take the food to the kitchen. Come in and get it whenever.” Ema walked into the kitchen leaving you alone once again.

“I could eat right now.” You stated taking the hair tie from your wrist and putting your hair up.

“Um” Auston cleared his throat. “Can you get me something?” He glanced down at his lap where the blanket is covering and you went red, but noddsd nonetheless.

“Sure.” You smiled standing up “I’ll grab you an egg role.”

protecting the earth, and our Pride

get you a gem that can do both


edit: Thanks to a lovely person informing me, I now know that’s @latieraeve doing this stellar cosplay!

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It’s a dangerous scene when you’re e i g h t e e n

Stop Running (Clay Jensen x Reader)

A/n: Hope you enjoy this bundle of angst x

A/n 2: I also made this one a little depressing alongside angsty hope you like it! x

@prettieparker86 asked: Hey, could you do Clay Jensen #14?

Word count: 1198

#14: “Don’t you love me?” ( I changed it to Do instead of Don’t because Don’t didn’t work right, hope it’s okay!)

Hannah’s voice is in italics, flashback is in bold, prompt is bolded and underlined

Warnings: ANGST

Songs: “I’ll Be Okay” by Allison Weiss, “Re-do” by Modern Baseball, and “Skinny Love” by Birdy

Summary: Y/n hears her tape before her boyfriend Clay does. Clay’s tape is right after her. She starts to push away from him, and he realizes why and comes running to bring her back.

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld


Do you know what it’s to be in love with a person, only to find out your best friend is in love with him too?

Her breath caught in her throat when she realized, this was her tape.

Do you remember that night Y/n? Take out your map folks, we’re revisiting my house once again.

She grabbed her parents old Walkman and her keys. Quietly, She sneaks downstairs. The lights were off, her parents were in bed. She stepped out the front door, closing the door behind her. She climbed into her car, turning the engine over, and speeding off to her dead best friend’s house.

She pulled up, her heart hammered. She hasn’t been here in weeks. After the news had spread she completely ignored Hannah’s parents’ calls for information and help. She sighed, she turned off the car, taking the Walkman she got out. She props herself onto the hood of her car. Slipping over her headphones and pushed play.

As Hannah talked, she could see that night replaying in the room.

~Flashback~

Laughter left their lips as they walked into Hannah’s room. A room she found herself normally sleeping in on Fridays. She slipped off her shoes and sat her bag down next to the desk. She plopped herself onto Hannah’s bed, scooting to the head board, allowing the pillows to sink her in. She loved Hannah’s room, it calmed her from anxiety and so many memories were made here. After Hannah closed the blinds, she sat down next to her. They both took out their phones, scrolling through whatever news feed they could. Music played through Hannah’s room as they did so.

A smile spread across her face when she got a text from someone special.

Clay

You at Hannah’s now?

 

Y/n

Yep

 

Clay

What are you guys doing?

 

Y/n

Just on our phones

 

She sent Clay a snap of Hannah mesmerized by the brightly glowing screen. She turned to Hannah, ready to reveal her biggest secret.

“Hey Hannah?” She asked, only to receive a “humph?”

“I think I like someone.” She whispered, hoping Hannah didn’t catch it. But Hannah did. A big bright smile spread across her face as she turned to look at her, setting her phone down.

“Who! Who!” Hannah expresses. She takes a deep breath, making her heart hammer.

“Clay.” She whispered. Her heart dropped as she watched her best friends face fall.

“Oh,” Is all that comes out of Hannah’s mouth. Tiny and inaudible. She realized then that Hannah liked him too. But Hannah looked at her again, with a sad smile on her face.

“Listen, no matter what happens, we’ll always be friends. A boy isn’t what is going to ruin our friendship.” Hannah said, she agreed.

~End~

But oh how wrong I was. After that night, you moved on. Constantly around Clay and he around you. Flirty, smiling, perfect. Do you remember the night you sent me the text? Saying that you were going on a date with him? I shouldn’t blame you though, I never told you. But still it felt like a stab in the back, your two best friends together. Sound familiar?

She knew what she was talking about, Alex and Jess.

~A week later~

She looked up from her seat at lunch, her boyfriend standing in front of her, a look of concern stretched across his beautiful features she loved so much. She looked down at his hand, a Walkman in hand. Her heart starts to race as she quickly grabs her things before standing up.

“Y/n…” Clay whispers her name. But she shakes her head before quickly walking away. She’s been distant and she could see it hurt him.

Walking outside, she saw Tony leaned up against his beloved mustang.  She took off into a sprint, her arms flinging around Tony’s neck as she hugs him. Tony wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering reassuring words into her ear.

He knew it was hard for her. How could it not? He guided her into his car, then got in himself and sped away.

It was an hour after Tony had left when the sound of the doorbell ringing. She cautiously got up, not knowing who it was. She slowly opened it, only to be trapped by the baby blue eyes she loved. She was about to close the door, but was stopped when there was a foot in to stop it.

“Y/n listen to me, please.” There was a begging tone in his voice, making her give in. She sighed, let go of the door and moved to the living room. She body shook as she watched him come in. She took in his features, a bandage aid across his forehead, his clothes looked wrinkled and his body sagged with sadness. He sat down next to her on her couch. She tried as hard as she could to keep the tears in.

“Y/n…Look at me.” Clay said as gently as he could. She obeyed. Her glossy grey ones met with his glistening baby blue ones. They both were about to cry at any moment. He noticed she was about to burst into tears and his heart sank.

“Baby…” Clay whispered. This did it. Tears began to overflow and fall gracefully down her rosy painted cheeks. He moved closer to her, trying to comfort her, but she refused. She quickly got up. This frustrated him to no extent. He pushed himself off the couch, standing in front of her. He grabs her shoulders so she could stay in place. He needed to understand.

“Look at me.” Clay practically demanded. He wanted to help, bring his girlfriend’s beautiful personality back.

Slowly she lifted her head up. Her eyes pierced daggers through his heart as she stared into his soul. She was breath taking, even now, with tears streaking her makeup, she was still beautiful.

“Baby, none of this is your fault. I have the majority blame okay? Stop running.” He whispered. She nodded. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His wrapping around hers, fitting perfectly like a missing puzzle piece.

“Do you love me?” He whispers.

“I love you.” He hears her whisper.

“I love you too.” He whispers back.

Both their lives were very complicated at the moment. But they had each other. Their love was unbreakable. They had each to get through this hard time, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

anonymous asked:

If Lydia and Wickham hadn't run away (or had just done it later) and Lizzy had been able to see out her planned time in Derbyshire, do you think she would have got engaged to Darcy before she left?

99% no. Like, there are other circumstances which I suppose could make it happen, but if the only variable is the absence of the elopement and Lizzie lingering a bit longer in Derbyshire, I’m still going to guess no.

While her opinions of him are beginning to shift because he’s actually actively kind to the Gardiners and she hears some weird hints at his true nature via the housekeeper at Pemberley, and has already somewhat started to question Wickham’s Alternative Facts, the hammer that smashes the last of her formerly-held notions about Darcy IS the elopement, and, ultimately, his reaction to it. Thinking someone is not quite as much of an asshole as you used to imagine they were is a far cry from coming to love that person, and as her holiday with the Gardiners was always going to be a transient and brief time in the area, I highly doubt there would have been enough time to effect so deep a change in her feelings, even if Darcy could have gotten up the courage to ask again. (I know the 1995 miniseries hints at this with Darce getting his nice duds on and excitedly riding over to the inn to call upon them, but let’s be honest, he hasn’t done much more than make Elizabeth go ???? and maybe like him a little bit but she’s also still cringingly awkward around him because even though they’ve gotten past the whole SURPRISE I’M TOURING YOUR HOUSE moment there’s still the undeniable fact that their last major interaction was her telling him NOT IF YOU PAID ME ONE BILLION OF YOUR ENGLISH POUNDS AND WERE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH.

What exists between them is fragile–suuuuper-fragile. This is why, after the elopement, Elizabeth only then starts to uncomfortably realize that They Could Have Had Something, but by no means is she thinking WE HAD SOMETHING AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN MARRIED WITHIN THE WEEK OH WOE. Her regrets begin to come out of figuring how wrong she was, the grief of the time and energy she wasted trusting Wickham, and how bleak the future looks for ALL the unmarried Bennet girls, in general, now, and not specifically “Darcy and I were meant to be and now ‘tis all done and gone.”

Things move a bit awkwardly and slowly after that, though Bingley turns up to put a ring on Jane, because Darcy and Elizabeth are still sorting out their own awareness of one another, and their involvements in the elopement and its fallout. Darcy doesn’t know SHE knows about him tracking down Wickham and paying off his debts to make him marry Lydia, but he knows enough of his own involvement to feel it is not honourable for him to then ride off to Longbourn and declare himself again because Elizabeth is going through her own shit with her family, right now, and it’s not like they had an openly-acknowledged Thing in Derbyshire, and if some hint of his involvement did get out, would she only think he’d done it as an indirect means of buying her regard, etc. etc. Doubtful Darcy has a lot of marks against his renewing his addresses to her, and so he holds off.

Of course, Elizabeth DOES find out about what he did, and while the money is a consideration, her gratitude is more due to what he’s done for her and her family–and the fact that he’s stayed away and tried to keep it quiet, evidently expecting nothing in return, is what unlocks her deepest appreciation for his goodness and character.

Then Lady Catherine turns up to be the final catalyst by goading Elizabeth into defending her personal right to not NOT marry Darcy, the scathing report of which from his aunt rather electrifies Darcy and signals to him that he might have a hope in hell, after all. Yet, still, he does not dare to speak until Elizabeth herself confirms that she knows all about what he did for Lydia, and by extension, herself and her whole family. That cat is out of the bag through no fault of his, and he sees that Elizabeth hasn’t taken it as a means of manipulating her, but that she truly admires him for it. Only then does he figure it’s worth the risk of asking again.

Basically, for an AU fanfic, Elizabeth Staying in Derbyshire is an intriguing idea, but it would need to have OTHER extenuating circumstances added to it in order to prolong her stay, and have other opportunities of revealing Darcy’s goodness without it seeming that he’s purposefully Showing Off in order to impress her. It’s the selflessness of his action on the Bennet’s behalf which seals the deal, so something similarly touching and deeply personal would have to come to Elizabeth’s attention. It’s one thing to see Darcy being good to others, but it’s the very great secret service he does for Elizabeth which she accidentally discovers which cements her regard for him.

Conquer You - Chapter 4

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

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It was completely dark. Only a small ray of silvery moonlight fell through the window, illuminating a square on the wall. Around her, Thyra could hear the quiet snores of the three women she shared the room with. She almost envied them. Her body was begging for some rest but the sleep just wouldn’t come. It couldn’t be long until sunrise now, she had been rolling around in the furs for hours. These damned furs! She couldn’t stop imagining Ivar sleeping in them. Was it even true or had he just made it up to confuse her feelings even further? It would suit him. But on the other hand there weren’t too many private rooms in the great hall and since this one contained four beds, it was quite possible that it was the room he had shared with his brothers. She buried her face into the furs and inhaled deeply. Maybe there was the slightest hint of his scent she thought, or maybe she was just imagining things.

Thyra let out a frustrated sigh. There was another question that was tormenting her mind. How did Ivar know which bed she slept in? Was it possible that he had come in here at night without anyone noticing? She herself had found him in the throne room in the middle of the night just a couple of days ago. The thought of him sneaking in here at night sent chills down her spine. The warrior inside of her was filled with consternation at the thought of someone entering the room without her even noticing, but the woman inside of her felt an excited thrill imagining Ivar secretly watching her at night. She couldn’t stop her thoughts from wandering even further. What if he had come to her bed? She wondered how it would be to share the furs with him, to have his perfect, strong body pressed to hers. Almost subconsciously her hand slipped under her sleeping gown and between her legs. Silent moans escaped her lips as she remembered the feeling of Ivar’s weight on top her or the taste of his lips.


As soon as the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon Thyra was up and on her feet, exhausted from two nights without sleep but relieved that she could finally busy herself to distract her wandering thoughts. She felt guilty for the way she was feeling about Ivar, even more since she had allowed him to kiss her. She had always taken pride in her loyalty and now she was betraying her queen and her closest friends. In order to ease her guilt she decided that she should at least try and do something about the thread Ivar was representing. She knew that there was no point in talking to him again. He was too determined in his plan and too hungry for revenge, but maybe his brother would listen to her. Ubbe made the impression of being much more reasonable than his younger brother, so it was worth a try.

She made her way towards the cabin the brothers now lived in, hoping that Ubbe was up already and that she would get the chance to talk to him alone. The gods seemed to approve of her plan, for she found him sitting under the small canopy in front of the cabin. He was putting a new string in his bow but looked up from his work as he saw her approach. His face showed surprise as he noticed her, but then quickly turned into a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

“What does she want?”

Thyra narrowed her eyes. “What does who want?”

“Lagertha. Did she not send you here?”

“No. I came on my own.”

Ubbe just raised an eyebrow and looked at her expectantly so she continued. “I came here to talk to you.”

He leaned back against the cabin wall. “And what is it you want to talk about?”

Thyra’s gaze drifted towards the half open front door. “Are your brothers here too?”

He shook his head. “They are in town.”

She let out a relieved breath and shifted uncomfortably as she felt Ubbe’s curious gaze on her, not really knowing how to bring up the topic she wanted to talk about.

“That was quite an impressive fight between you and my brother that day.” Ubbe said, breaking the silence.

She looked at him in surprise, feeling her cheeks blush. “Yeah, but that’s not what I came here to talk about.” She hurried to say. “I’m here to ask you if there’s any way you would consider letting go of your plans for revenge.”

His face hardened at her words, in way quite similar to how Ivar’s had when she had brought up the topic, just without the blazing anger in his eyes. Thyra wanted to hit her head against the wall for blurting things out like that and probably ruining her chance to achieve anything, but he had made her nervous by mentioning Ivar and subtleness and eloquence had never been her strong sides.

“And why would I do that?” He asked and Thyra was almost surprised that his voice sounded calm and controlled. It gave her a new spark of hope, maybe he would still listen to what she had to say.

“Because if you kill Lagertha, you through Kattegat into chaos. Her people won’t let you get away with that. There will be massive fights, many people will die, ours and yours.”

He slowly nodded. “You’re probably right about that, but she killed my mother. It is my duty to avenge her.”

“I know. But now is really not the time, don’t you see that.”

“I understand what you mean, but that doesn’t matter much. Even if you convince me, there’s still Ivar and he won’t listen to you, believe me on that one.”

Thyra let out a sigh. “Probably not. But maybe he’ll listen to you.”

Ubbe chuckled. “No he won’t.”

“So you two kill Lagertha. What then? Hmm?” She said, narrowing her eyes. “Do you become king or Ivar?”

Ubbe chewed on his lip and by the expression on his face Thyra could tell that he had never thought that far. Ivar on the other hand surely had, she was certain of that.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Just promise me to think about what’s best for your people, okay?” She gave him a small smile and turned to leave.

She couldn’t help but grin as soon as he couldn’t see her anymore. She knew she hadn’t fully convinced him but she had surely gotten him to think. It was more than she had expected to achieve.

As she reached the great hall she met Lagertha and Astrid who were just about to leave.

Lagertha greeted her with a warm motherly smile. “You’re up early.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” Thyra said, smiling back. “Where are you going?”

“Just to the market. I need to get out of these walls for a while.”

“Do you want me to accompany you? There are still many people in Kattegat who see you as an usurper. Another sword and another set of eyes doesn’t hurt.”

“There’s no need to. I’ll be with her.” Astrid stated.

But Lagertha nodded. “Join us.”

Astrid looked as if she wanted to protest again, but one look from Lagertha silenced her. The queen knew as well as Thyra did that Ivar wasn’t the only one still loyal to Aslaug. So Thyra stayed close to Lagertha’s side watching the crowd when the queen was looking at the market stands.

They were already on their way back home when her gaze fell upon a familiar face. Ivar was sitting on a barrel not far from her. He played with his knife but was clearly watching them all the while. His ocean blue eyes bored into her and she was unable to look away. She cursed the gods for making him so handsome.

That moment she heard running steps behind her but before she could turn around she was roughly shoved to the side. She stumbled against one of the market stands and saw the man that had shoved her approaching Astrid, his sword raised high above his head. Lagertha was already fighting a second man and Thyra hurried to get back on her feet. The queen seemed to be fine, easily parrying her opponent’s blows but Astrid was clearly in trouble. The man attacking her was huge and she had to retreat step by step because she simply couldn’t match his strength. Thyra felt rage boil deep inside of her as she drew her twin blades and hurried to Astrid’s side. Just as she reached them, the man grabbed Astrid’s free arm and brutally pulled her to the side. The woman lost her balance and hit her head against a pole that held up the roof of one of the stands. She immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The man raised his sword but before he could end it Thyra was by the others woman’s side, blocking the blow. One second later a wild and brutal fight evolved. This giant of a man was surpassing her strength by far and her arms ached with every blow she had to block, but once again her two blades gave her an advantage. After struggling for what seemed like hours, she managed to hit the man’s sword from an unexpected angle with her second blade and sent it flying a few meters away from him. She smiled an evil smile, pointing both her blades to his chest. She heard a cry behind her and briefly looked over her shoulder to see Lagertha kill her attacker, before she returned her attention to the man in front of her. He gave her a small nod as if he was acknowledging his defeat and went to his knees, chin held up high. If Thyra hadn’t been so full of adrenaline and so angry with herself for reacting too late, she might have admired this man’s courage. She crossed her swords in front of his throat, the tips of the blades resting on his shoulders. This man had tried to kill her queen. This man had shoved her out of the way, thinking she was just a little girl and no real thread. Oh, how she had proven him wrong. If she had only been more alert in the first place. She had been distracted looking at Ivar. Again burning anger shot though her veins, clouding her vision.

“Let him live. I want to question him.” It were Lagertha’s words but it was if they were coming from far away. Red fog clouded Thyra’s mind. No, she wouldn’t let this man live. He had underestimated her badly and now he was paying the price. It was as if her hands moved on their own, slowing pulling the swords to the sides, slicing the man’s throat. Blood sprayed across her face and the dead body fell to the ground. Very slowly the fog lifted and Thyra blinked, felling the blood run down her face.

She saw Lagertha crouching by Astrid’s side. “I told you to let him live.” The queen was looking at her with raised eyebrows.

Thyra couldn’t answer her. She was still panting, trying to control her raging anger. She slowly shook her head and her gaze fell upon Ivar. He was still sitting in the same spot, watching them with a fascinated grin on his face. She felt her anger rise again and clenched her teeth as she rushed over to him.

“Was this your doing?” She hissed angrily.

Ivar seemed completely unmoved by her furious words. “You know I want to see Lagertha dead, but do you really think I would send someone else to do it? I will take my revenge with my own hands.”

She knew that he was right and her anger slowly faded. “Do you know who is behind this?”

Ivar looked her up and down as if he was considering whether or not to give an answer, but there was also something else in his gaze, something she hadn’t seen there before. He looked at her almost admiringly, as if he saw something fascinating and precious in front of him.

After a few moments he nodded. “I will see what I can find out. Come to the cabin tonight and will tell you everything I know.”

Thyra hesitated for a moment but then nodded before turning to head back to Lagertha and Astrid.

Not That Easy

Member: Jin // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: Why did it seem so easy at the start, but as he got to know her, he never wanted to let go?

A/N: Let’s all take a moment to thank @kawaii-hedgehog for giving me the scenarios for this series. I will be tagging her in the following six, as well. *low-key nervous to not mess up too much while writing these cause the idea is absolutely brilliant*

Words: 2k

/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

It was not hard to fall for the man named Kim SeokJin; in fact, it was so easy that you could write it off for phenomenal.

With his silk, soft brown hair, big doe eyes that were the colour of melted chocolate, full pink lips that are inviting you so much…

Indeed, falling for Kim SeokJin was easy.

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Fool For You (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Prompt:  “Could you do an imagine where the reader si being self-conscious and Jasper gets a little mad and the Major comes out but later he makes her feel better please?” (requested)

Word Count: 889

Warnings: swearing/insecure thoughts (not sure if it’s a real warning, but whatever, just in case some doesn’t like this)

A/N: I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately, I’ve been having trouble with my internet and it’s hard to fix it because my internet provider is shit and everyone working there are incompetents that I hate so much. So please, be patient if you requested something, I’m trying really hard to find moments where the internet works to upload something. I really hope I can fix this bc I’m going insane without being able to watch youtube videos a.k.a my drug. Without any more to say, enjoy!

Feedback is always appreciated. Don’t be shy if you want to leave an ask or just want to talk to me, I’m always here!

No matter how many times (Y/N) looked at herself in the mirror she could never find anything that she liked, even when everyone around her told her countless times how beautiful she looks or how they envy her for her looks she couldn’t bring herself to feel the same.

She thought all of her problems would be gone as soon as she was a vampire, but, oh how wrong she was, when she looked at herself in the mirror the first time as an immortal being all of her insecurities came back crashing onto her like a furious wave, making her feel insecure about every little thing in her life.

Why was she like this? Why did Jasper even put up with her? What if he found someone better than her? That wouldn’t be so difficult, though; there are countless better-looking women than me.

All of her thoughts were running on her head like crazy and she wasn’t able to stop them, she knew if she was able to cry she would be a mess right now.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door open and Jasper coming through it, slightly concerned about all of the emotions that his mate was feeling, he could sense them all and it made him uneasy to think that (Y/N) was upset and he wasn’t doing anything.

He knew something was wrong the moment he saw her standing in front of the mirror looking intensely at the reflection on it, also, the fact that she didn’t even flinch when he opened the door made him more nervous than ever. He made his way slowly from the door to her and in a second his arms were wrapped around her waist, but she didn’t even say anything, she just kept staring at the mirror.

“Jasper, why are you with me? You could do so much better” she whispered with her soft voice and if his hearing wasn’t as good he knew he wouldn’t even be able to hear her.

He frowned not really sure what she meant, he loved her so much like he never loved anyone before, to him, she was everything.

“What do you mean, love?” he asked looking at her eyes that were reflected in the mirror “I do not wish to be with anyone but you, (Y/N)”

(Y/N) felt a little bit better just but hearing how sure he was by the tone in his voice, but her mind started to play tricks on her again, reminding her how useless she was and how everything on her was wrong.

She pushed him away with more force than she wanted to but didn’t say anything, just turned to face him, his face was as confused as she thought it would be, but she didn’t care, she stopped caring.

“Don’t lie to me Jasper, I’m nothing, I’m useless, there’s nothing that I can do right, plus I’m not even good looking, I could continue but you probably already know all of this” she spat at him and he was taken aback by her words; he didn’t think that the love of his life was feeling like this. Not really waiting for an answer she continued.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jasper, I can’t hold you back and tie you to me” the disgust on her tone that he sensed and how she emphasized the last word made him shudder and he felt the anger coming to him.

“You are not tying me to anything, (Y/N)” his voice came harsher that he intended to, but something in him clicked and he didn’t felt like himself anymore. He moved closer to her and when he was close enough he grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to his body “You really think you can tie me?” the grip on her waist got tighter  “No, love, I tied myself to you the moment I saw you and knew that I wanted you by my side forever”

He heard her gasp slightly, causing a smirk to appear on his face, he slowly brought his mouth to her ear and whispered.

“You are the most beautiful person I ever saw, you are everything I ever asked for and I don’t care if I have to say it to you a thousand times if that’s what you need to believe it” he felt her hands on around his torso and he brought her closer to his body, the two of them so close that not even air was able to pass through their bodies. “I’m a fool for you, (Y/N) , and I can’t stop myself from loving you the way I do, with everything that you have, insecure or not, I wouldn’t dare to choose another person to live forever with” he kissed her neck lovingly and let his lips linger on her soft skin for a while holding her and leaving kisses along her neck, trying to show her how much she meant to him.

And (Y/N) knew in that moment that all that she needed to feel good was Jasper, she knew that her insecurities wouldn’t go away so easily but she knew that with Jasper by her side her dark thoughts could start getting a little bit lighter every day, and just by thinking that, she smiled.

Rain - Mark (Day 1/100)

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Prompt: Rain
Member: Mark x Reader
AU: N/A


“Hey, is it supposed to rain today?” you asked your roommate, as you bent down to put on your shoes. You heard her hum before she popped her head out of the kitchen.

“I don’t think so. The forecast said it was sunny all weekend!” she exclaimed cheerfully. You glanced out the window at the bright blue sky before nodding and before bidding her farewell.

Oh how wrong she had been.

You hissed slightly, running through the torrential downpour as you tried to get back to your apartment. Your clothes were almost completely soaked through, and you didn’t know if you would ever feel dry again. You thought back to that morning’s conversation and made a mental note to always check the weather before leaving instead of just asking your roommate. Today, you were grateful that she had gone home for the weekend, otherwise you might have been tempted to confront her in your sour mood.

Once you finally reached the door, you let out a sigh of relief and reached into your pocket to grab your keys. The rain was still pouring down on top of you as you fumbled around, unable to find them. Your heart began to pound as you tried to remain calm. You took your bag off your arm and unzipped everything, not caring whether the rain water ruined its contents. You looked incesentaly through your bag, but in your heart of hearts, you knew the truth.

You had forgotten to pick up your key that morning.

You felt the fury and rage that had been building up inside of you the whole walk home threaten to spill out as you sat down with your back against your door. The relality of the situation began to overtake you and you felt hopeless. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you felt the rain continue to drench you, cold and unforgiving.

“Okay, it’s okay, stay calm,” you said. You were frustrated and you felt hot tears in your eyes as you tried not to scream in anger, but in all honesty, it didn’t really matter. The tears quickly mixed with the rain and you felt as you were taking a shower.

You quickly pulled out your phone and checked the battery. Thankfully, you were responsible enough to charge it often and you dialed the maintenance for your apartment, asking them to come up and open your door for you. Unfortunately, the owner was working, and the lady on the other side of the phone politely told you that he wouldn’t be back until the next morning.

You bit your lip as you held back all of the curse words in your vocabulary, opting instead to tell her how ‘dissatisfied you were with the quality of service’ and quickly shutting off your phone. You groaned, banging the back of your head against the door and then immediately regretting the decision. You pulled your knees towards your chest and rested your forehead on them so that you were looking down at your phone.

You began debating what to do. You had very few friends here since you were relatively new to the area and it was already pretty late at night. Since it was Friday, most of them had gone home to their families and weren’t anywhere near your apartment. You debated calling your parents, but with your family in the situation it was in, you didn’t want to add anything else to their plate. You felt the tears threaten to burn once more as you closed your eyes.

Suddenly, you became very aware of a strange sensation.

You lifted up your head and glanced up, as you realized that something was blocking the rain from pounding down on you. As you looked around, you noticed you were no longer alone. A stranger was peering down at you, holding his umbrella over his head as well as yours.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, concern filling his voice. You let out a nervous noise and instinctively apologized as you began to stand up, slipping slightly before the man offered you his hand. You took it gratefully and hoisted yourself up, feeling the burn in your legs from sitting for so long.

“Yea, I’m alright, thanks” you answered once you were back on two feet. You stood awkwardly, not wanting to make eye contact with the man, but grateful that you were finally dry under an umbrella.

“Wait, I’ve seen you before,” the stranger said. At this, you raised your eyes up to his and were immediately struck by his beauty. His golden hair fell perfectly into his dark eyes as he looked at you intensely. You felt naked under his stare and then realized that, since your clothes were pretty much see-through at this point, you almost were naked. This just made you even more embarrassed and self-conscious as you crossed your arms tightly to shield from the cold of the night and, more importantly, his eyes.

“Um…have you?” you asked, immediately feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, wanting to bang your head back against the door because of your awkwardness. At this, he gave you a toothy smile that made your heart feel like it was about to melt into a puddle.

“Yea, you live here, right?” he asked, pointing to the door behind you. “I’ve seen you around the apartment complex,” he explained. You let out a small ‘oh, okay’ and nodded slowly. Once again, there was a small pause and when you faced him once again, his eyebrows were lifted in expectancy and he had a small smile on his lips. You coughed lightly and looked away quickly.

“I…uh…Yea, I forgot my key so I’m just waiting for maintenance to come,” you explained, waving your hand like it was no big deal. The boy looked down at his watch and then chuckled lightly.

“It’s past 10. I don’t think they’re going to come until tomorrow morning,” he stated knowingly, bringing his eyes back to you. You pulled out your phone and checked the time, cursing under your breath.

Once again, there was a small pause and when you faced him once again, his eyebrows were lifted in expectancy and he had a small smile on his lips. You coughed lightly and looked away quickly.

“It’s fine, I can wait,” you said, stupidly. The boy’s eyes grew wide as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“You’re gonna wait here until tomorrow morning?” he asked, making your words sound even more nonsensical as before. You mentally berated yourself as you took another breath, trying to calm yourself as the despair from the situation settled back in.

“I don’t…” you began to say, but your voice choked and you stopped yourself short. There was a moment of silence before the boy spoke again.

“Well, come on,” he said, motioning for you to follow him. “You can decide what you want to do when we get back to my place.” You opened your mouth to argue but he cut you off. “Besides, I don’t wanna be out here in the rain any longer than I have to,” he stated, smiling gently at you. You felt the heat rush back to your face, despite the cold air and you nodded slightly as you followed down the hall to his room. When you got to the door, he fiddled with the key before unlocking it.

“Oh,” he added, turning towards you holding the umbrella in one hand and holding out the other. “I’m Mark by the way. Mark Tuan,” he said, smiling once more at you. You gave him a small smile back and shyly took his hand.

“I’m F/N. F/N L/N,” you stated. You relished in the warmth of his hand for a moment before letting of and following close behind as you left the cold, wet outside and stepped into the warm, bright apartment.

Word Count: 1,304

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Title: Loveless

Pairings: Jimmy Darling x (F) reader

Warnings: implied cheating, angst but fluffy.

A/N: This is super short.

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Tears cascaded down his cheeks, silent cries escaping him. The only sound in the room was the occasionally sniffle and wheeze for air. Waves of sadness crashed over him, each as powerful and heartbreaking as the last. He fisted the blanket beside him, squeezing his chocolate eyes shut. The agonising pain only seemed to grow and spread, impossible to escape.

No one could soothe him, no one could dull the tremendous pain he was suffering with. She had done this to him, but that was never her intention. She never meant to hurt him, that’s the last thing she wanted.

Y/N threw her head back, laughing at what the boy had said. He showed kindness her, something she hadn’t known in so long. His own laughter was music to her ears, she missed the sound of laughter. It seemed like it had been years since she last laughed or was truly happy. She was happy with him, he made her feel alive - exhilarated.

Y/N’s grin slowly disappeared when she noticed Jimmy walking into the busy diner. Jimmy’s dazed smile also dropped from his face when he saw Y/N, her hands resting on another man’s forearm, but her eyes locked with his. The last trace of her smile dropping from her face, leaving her emotionless. Jimmy’s heart sank further into his chest, he gulped - Adam’s apple bobbing - before turning on his heels and marching out.

Y/N scrambled to her feet, grabbing her bag from the floor and sprinting after him. His long strides put him at least three metres ahead of her.

“Jimmy,” she called out, but he ignored her, climbing onto his motor bike and speeding off, leaving her stranded, “I - I.” She broke down in tears.

By time Y/N trudged back to camp, the sun had long set and her hair and clothes were soaked with rain. She had refused her male friend’s offer of a lift back to camp, as she didn’t want to make things worse with Jimmy. The rain pelted against her face like tiny knives. Her eyes stung with exhaustion and her nose was painfully red, as were her cheeks, hands and ears.

The grounds were quiet as all the ‘freaks’ had fled to their caravan’s to avoid the downfall. Y/N grudgingly trudged to her and Jimmy’s joint caravan, pushing open the door cautiously. Her movement stopped suddenly when she registered the sound of sobs, coming from her bed that she shared with her lover - Jimmy. She guardedly crept towards him, her heart clenching when she saw him. His nose tinted pink, his eyes blood shot and glossy with tears. He was in complete pain, Y/N had only seen him like this after Ethel had died. His brown eyes trained on her, his hand squeezed in a fist. She staggered towards him, placing her hand on his thigh, kneeling before him.

“Jimmy, baby, I didn’t mean to upset you..” She rasped, but he flinched away. He couldn’t bare to have her hands on him, after she touched another man. The idea, which had once made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, made him sick to his stomach.

“You did though, even if you didn’t mean it…” Jimmy croaked, “you touched him, you’ve barely touched me in months, barely breath a word to me. When you say that you love me, I don’t believe it. Why have we drifted apart? I only loved and cherished you, but these past months we’ve been like strangers. I don’t want to lose you - the thought makes me feel sick - but if you no longer love me, please - I beg - do not pull me along. I’d rather be without you and know you’re happy, then for you to be with me and be unhappy, stuck in a loveless relationship.”

The speech broke her heart into millions of pieces, she wanted to scoop him up in her arms and tell him he was wrong - oh how he was wrong - she loved him more than anything on this god forsaken world, he was her reason for living.

Y/N shook her head, her own eyes glazed with tears. She reached up, stroking his cheek. His eyes subconsciously fluttered shut, it was so familiar. She stood up, slowly, bowing her head and planting soft kisses along his hairline. Her tears dripping off of her chin, into his hair. Jimmy nuzzled his head into her stomach, his own tears staining and dampening the fabric of her shirt. Jimmy pulled back, looking up at her.

“I love you more than anything, Jimmy, I swear it. And our relationship is sure as hell not loveless.” Y/N promised, keeping eye contact.

“Then why were you with him?” He sniffled, wiping his nose and eyes on the back of his hand.

“Because you’ve been grieving you’re mother’s death and I didn’t want to invade your space. I know that you prefer being alone when you’re grieving. But I got lonely and he was nice to me, unlike everyone else, he didn’t call me a freak and we became friends - that’s all. I would never cheat on you or even think of another man when I have you. You’re the only man I will ever need.” Y/N sighed, sitting down on his lap, her legs on either side of his hips.

She traced his cheeks, wiping the tears with her thumb. She placed a chaste kiss on his temple, inhaling his familiar scent - a scent she hadn’t smelt in so long. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. Jimmy sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.

“Forgive me, baby?” Y/N pleaded, bumping her nose against his neck. “Only if you still want me and love me…”

Jimmy sighed, nodding his head. “I’ll always love you.” Jimmy admitted.

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Those Words

OQ first I love you

trigger warning: Death


Some words have power.  

No one knows that better than a witch that words have power.  The most powerful spells, the most powerful magic, can be released with the right words.

Regina Mills has been called reckless, and by all accounts she is, so it may surprise someone that there are some words she will not say.  Not when she hasn’t fully researched the consequences, not when she could be exposing herself or someone else to powerful magic she cannot handle.

So it’s no surprise that she was hesitant to say the words ‘I love you.’

She’s said them before, of course.  

She said them before as a child,to her mother and father.  In the blissful innocence of youth, when the world seemed simple, when she thought she knew what love is, she said “I love you” because she was a child, and had a mommy and daddy, and love was just something she was supposed to feel for them.

She’s said them before, to Daniel, when she was young and ignorant to the fact hers was not a life of love or happy endings, but a life of pain.  So she said I love you because she felt it, deeply, and because she did not yet know the power of words.

She’s said them before,, to her husband, when she was bitter and cynical, when she no longer felt capable of loving again.  She said them because it was expected, because those words fed the man’s ego, gave him what he needed to leave her alone.  The words were tainted for her then, were tainted for years after that.  Associated with death, and abuse, and pain, so much pain.

She said them again to Henry, the first time when she was a sleep deprived new mother with who was overwhelmed with feelings, feelings that bubbled inside her threatening to explode from within her if she didn’t give voice to them.   So she said the words, because she felt it so deeply, so truly, she could not keep it inside. But yet, after voicing that love she worried that he would one day be taken from her.  And from the moment he met Emma, he was taken from her in some way, a part of him was lost to her and given fully to Emma, and he loved her back, still, but they would never share the bond Emma shares with Henry, and it’s okay, she understands.  It’s better this way, even, perhaps if he was never really her son he never has to suffer the consequences of being loved by the Evil Queen.

It’s at an impromptu archery lesson during their year in the enchanted forest - the one they didn’t remember - when she first decides she won’t tell him she loves him.  He’d been cocky and showing off, and she had decided to show him she wasn’t inept with a bow and arrow herself.  She showed him the area of the palace grounds where she had a mounted archery obstacle course.  It had been decades since she ran the course, but she mounted one of the horses in the stable and took to it immediately, hitting every mark nearly perfectly on the first run.

She had dismounted to find his jaw slack, his eyes bugged out and fixated on her.  She went to dismount from the horse and he kicked into action, coming to her side to offer help she didn’t need.  She told him as much, (I can handle dismounting from a horse without the assistance of a common thief, thank you very much) but he shook his head, grabbing her hand to make easier.  

“Oh, of that I have no doubt, milady,” he said in that infernal way he did, the way he completely disregarded her royal title, “I’m just using any excuse I can.”

“An excuse to do what?”

“To be close to you,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

She had to bite back a smile as she rolled her eyes and groaned.  “I’ve put a man’s head on a stick for less pathetic attempts at flattery,” but the bite was gone,

“Of that I also have no doubt,” Robin had quipped back, ”I’ll take the fact that my head is still attached a great compliment.”

She laughed at that.  Wasn’t able to hide her amusement, and then thought, what the hell, she can hold his gaze as he bites that lower lip and looks her head to toe, tells her how incredible he finds her.

But holding his gaze for that long was a mistake.  For then the feelings hit her.  Then she realized she was falling for him.

That’s when she first tells herself that it will never be love, and if it is, she will never let him know.

Through that year they trade insults, then trade jokes, and then trade knowing looks, deep stares, and it’s not long before they are trading kisses and things shift into a torrid love affair.

But she will not tell him she loves him.  

She has the thoughts again for the first time in Storybrooke, when he tells her he lost her heart.  She feels it, his concern for her and his son at the same time, sees the way he is looking between them, and somehow, then, she knows.  

God, she was falling for him.  But he could never know.

Even when she falls, even when she kisses him, hard and solid, she knows she won’t voice the feeling inside her.  

If she doesn’t say the words, it won’t be true.  It won’t be true and then Robin can’t be taken from her.

Robin,however, is a different story.  He doesn’t believe that Regina was destined to have her loved ones ripped from her.  Doesn’t believe in the power those words hold for someone like her.  So, in spite of knowing her complicated, painful history with love, he goes and does it.

He says the words, the words she dare not speak to him.  The words she stopped him from saying at the town line.  The words they had danced around as they got back.  

He had almost lost her that day, Isaac Heller’s story nearly ripping them apart, and god, that should have been a sign that they were playing with fire, but she was stupid in love with him and hell, she couldn’t bare to be apart from him.  So against all instinct she let him in, gave him everything, said yes to a late night walk with him, let him kiss and worship her on a darkened street lit by only moonlight.

He broke the kiss, placed his hands on her cheeks and stared into her eyes.  

“I love you.” he said, and she winced, but he pressed on, “Hey, look at me.”

“Don’t say those words,” she begged, “Just…we were doing so well.  Take them back.”

“I won’t.  They are true.  You’re… do you know how much I feel for you?  How much you mean to me?”

“And you can say those things, but not those words,” she says, clearly, “Nothing good can come out of those words.  Nothing for me.  Tell me those words aren’t true.”

“You still believe you’re destined for a world of pain after this — after everything we went through?” he asks, and oh, how naive he’d been.

“I do,” she whispered, “Something always goes wrong, Robin.  Please….”

As if on cue, she was very nearly killed that night, had Emma not intervened.

She begged him to take the words back, but he only said them more.  He almost died because of her, and yet he wouldn’t take those words back, could not be convinced to take those words back.

“Will you ever tell me you  feel the same way I do?”” he asked one night in Storybrooke, as they laid together,  Robin’s nameless child in a bassinet near their bed.  He had just told her, yet again, that he loved her, earning an exasperated sigh in return when he deserved so much more than that.

“No.” She responds, confidently, “No, I will not.”

“Do you feel the same?” he asked, and it’s the first time she’d seen him less than confident in them, and it had shaken her a bit.

She wanted to say yes.  She did.  In her heart she knows she does feel the same as he does.  But, “That’s just another way of getting me to say those words without actually saying them.”

She watches that flicker of uncertainty disappear from his face as he looks in her eyes.

“I know you love me,” he said, settling into bed, pulling an arm around her, “You don’t need to speak the words to show me that you love me.  I can tell in the way you look at me, the way you reach for my hand, the way you kiss me.  Every little action says I love you in its own way”

“Stop it,” she commanded, “Do not put those words into my mouth ever.  It will only bring you pain.”

He won’t stop.

She thinks she is sparing him.  Thinks that without voicing her feelings she’s hidden them the world, hidden them from the very fate that has destined her and her loved ones for misery.

She thinks she is protecting him.

She’s wrong.

“I love you.” she finally voices to a tombstone late one night.  She’s free of any fear as to what those words can do now, for there is no worse fate left on earth for Robin.

“I loved you deeply, and truly, and I will love you always.”

She pauses, smoothes a hand over his tombstone, and she doesn’t cry, she’s done with tears, but she cannot help but add,

“I’m sorry you never got to hear the words.”

She knows he never doubted them, knows in his heart he believed she loved him, but still…..  

But still.  There is power in words.

Swan Queen One-Shot Complete

I recently posted a sneak peek of an SQ fic where Emma gets her tongue stuck to a pole and Regina happens to find her, and now it’s finished. Enjoy, and if you liked it leave a comment! :)

All she wanted was a damn grilled cheese and hot cocoa with cinnamon! Was that too much to ask? Now here she was, Emma Swan, the sheriff, stuck right in the walkway of Granny’s with her tongue stuck to a pole like a child trying to lick their favorite popsicle.

Only this wasn’t ice cream, and there was no way she was getting her tongue free herself. “Ah, so it wasn’t a myth after all,” Hook said with a smirk. Emma rolled her eyes and held out her hand. “Thay upth,” she mumbled.

It was supposed to be ‘pay up’ but the words sounded garbled coming from her half-open mouth. She had bet Killian $50 she could stick her tongue onto the pole and pull it off just as easily. Oh how wrong she was. It turns out that funny little scene in A Christmas Story wasn’t so fun when it was happening in real life.
Killian simply shook his head and flashed that annoying little smirk of his. “Get yourself unstuck and then we’ll talk.” He then proceeded to taunt her by holding out the wrinkled bill right out of her reach.

“Your girlfriedth ith going to kick your ath!” She yelled, referring to Belle, Killian’s new lover.

It turns out she and the devilishly handsome pirate (or so he thought) were better off as friends, and both seemed to prefer it that way. It was a lot more fun drinking the man under the table and then dropping him off at his ship rather than having to care for him, and Killian enjoyed teasing her mercilessly like a brother would like he was doing right now.

“I need helpth!” Emma shrieked as the metal tore at her taste buds. She would be lucky if she ever had the ability to taste food again after this. Oh how she took Granny’s famous homemade food for granted. Goodbye, coffee. Goodbye, burgers. Goodbye-

Miss Swan.”

Emma winced as she heard her name coming from that familiar mouth. She can now add public humiliation to the list of reasons why she was going to kick Hook’s ass. It couldn’t have been Jefferson or Whale, no. It had to be none other than the mayor herself, coming to witness her down fall.

Plus, Regina was low-key her girlfriend (or at least she acted like it) so that didn’t help matters. “What have you gotten yourself into?” Regina asked, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently on the ground.

God, could she be any more endearing- er, annoying? Just get the hot water and help her already!

“I beth Killian fifty buckth I could geth my tongue unsthuck. Thath what I’m trying to do,” Emma answered. “But thith really hurth now!”

A small smile appeared on the brunette’s face. She was enjoying this far too much.

“Have you tried pulling?” Regina spoke as if she was talking to a small child.
Emma answered her question by pulling as hard as she could. The only thing she succeeded in was causing it to bleed more. Ice had formed around the area, making it impossible to pull off.

Tears started to form in her eyes. It had only been about 20 minutes, but it felt like hours. All she wanted was to go home – well, Regina’s, she just lived there oh who was she kidding, home – and sleep for hours. But knowing Killian and Regina, she’d be stuck for a while yet.

“Really, Emma? This is how you are choosing to spend Storybrooke’s snow day? If you hadn’t chosen to be so foolish, I might have offered to buy you lunch. A grilled cheese and some hot cocoa sound absolutely delicious right now. I think I’ll go have myself a bite to eat. Killian, did you want anything?”
Emma growled as she listened to Regina’s speech. And the woman thought she was acting childish. Regina didn’t even like grilled cheese!

“I’ll take some rum if you can swipe it,” Hook answered with a wink. Emma would have smiled if she could have as she watched Regina’s smile morph into a frown. “Black coffee is the closest you’re going to get,” Regina drawled before sauntering inside.

She returned a few minutes later with a to-go bag of food in hand. Emma whimpered as she caught a whiff of the freshly made lunch.

“I think I am going to sit out here and enjoy the scenery,” the mayor said, wiping off a snow-covered patio chair for herself. Emma glared at her as she pulled out a tinfoil wrapped sandwich. Regina simply smiled and bit into it. Oh, she was going to pay.

“Good afternoon, Madame Mayor. Sheriff Swa- “Archie cut himself off as he noticed Emma’s predicament. “Oh. Do you- do you need some help there, Emma?”

“No thank you,” Emma answered. She wasn’t going to give Regina the benefit of the doubt. She would win her fifty dollars, kick some pirate ass, and retain her dignity.

The man nodded somewhat awkwardly before heading inside of the diner. Killian leaned against the railing, watching with amusement as Emma yanked and tried to manipulate her tongue off the frozen pole. “Give it up, Swan. I think I’ve won this round.”

Emma stomped her boot onto the snow-covered walkway, mumbling out a protest. If Regina hadn’t gotten herself involved she might just be free by now. Damn that woman and her unrelenting control over her. They might as well get married, seeing as how Regina acted like more of a wife than a friend.
“Hey moms!” Henry strolled up to them, hand in hand with his girlfriend Grace. “What’s going on?” He asked as he saw one mother with her tongue stuck, and the other not doing anything about it.

Emma felt her cheeks burning. Henry was supposed to see her as the invincible mom, the one who chased down bad guys and saved the day, and here she was brought down by an inanimate object.

“Do tell, Emma dear,” Regina said with a chuckle. Henry looked at his eldest mother in wary confusion. “Did you do this to her?”

This time, a strained laugh escaped Emma’s throat. Oh this was totally worth it. “I most certainly did not,” Regina snapped, throwing down her barely touched sandwich and glaring at the adorable blonde. “Em-ma got herself stuck all on her own. This serves as a lesson, Henry. Don’t do stupid things for money.”

“I can go get Granny…” Henry suggested. “I’ve got it handled, dear. Just go enjoy your day,” Regina said. Henry nodded and pulled Grace along. “It was nice to see you Grace!” The brunette called after them. “Thye Grace,” Emma said. The girl gave them an awkward smile and followed Henry down the street.
“Now where were we? Oh yes, I was enjoying Granny’s delicious grilled cheese,” Regina teased.

Tears froze on Emma’s reddened face. She was sick of this. She knew that Regina wouldn’t let her suffer forever, but this seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.

“Regina pleathe justh help me get my tongue unsthuck. I don’t care about the money anymore,” she pleaded.

A look of sympathy crossed the mayor’s face. “I suppose you’ve suffered long enough,” she said with a sigh. Then she held up her phone and took a quick picture. “But you are never going to live this down.”

“Come on, boys! We got a sheriff to save!” Leroy’s booming voice echoed down the street. “Oh no,” Emma said, frantically pulling at her tongue. The whole town would surely know what an idiot she was with Leroy’s big mouth.
“Don’t worry, Emma. We’re here to save the day,” Leroy said, holding up a chainsaw while the rest of the 6 help up axes. “Henry told us you were stuck.”

“No, no I’m fine,” Emma said quickly. She certainly didn’t want a chainsaw next to her tongue. Leroy didn’t hear her over the sound of the chainsaw starting up with a loud growl. The door of the diner burst open and Granny bustled out with a line of people behind her.

“What in the heck is going on here? Were you just about to cut into my restaurant?!” The older demanded, looking from Emma to the dwarves. “Well, yeah,” Leroy answered with a raised eyebrow. “How else are we supposed to free her?”

Ruby’s laughter interrupted her. The waitress doubled over and gasped as she fought to catch her breath. “For god’s sakes,” Granny muttered. Ruby yelped as the woman wacked her on the back of her head. “Go get some hot water and the first aid kit and quit your laughin’. I don’t much appreciate people acting like a bunch of foolish kids near my restaurant.”

Ruby quickly shut up and ran inside to do what she was told. Now a huge crowd had gathered to see the scene. “Thake a picthure it will last longer,” Emma said loudly. Her cheeks burned as some citizens did just that.

Ruby returned with the supplies and Granny quickly took charge. Emma whimpered as the woman came near. She wasn’t the gentlest person in the world, and this wouldn’t be a painless task. “Oh, quit whining. I haven’t even touched you yet,” Granny scolded her. “Serves ya right. You won’t do this again I’ll bet.”

Emma mumbled out an agreement and cried out as the hot water was poured on. “Be careful!” Regina snapped, the teasing side of her gone now that Emma was in hands other than her own. Although Regina would never admit it in a million years, she secretly liked taking care of Emma.

Maybe that was because she secretly liked the sheriff. She had offered her a place to stay when her parents became too suffocating, she pretended not to know about Henry and Emma’s scary movie nights, and she always had a to-go cup of coffee waiting every morning for Emma to take to work.

And maybe, just maybe, she had faked having a nightmare so she could sleep with Emma one night. And that one night had turned into several nights. Soon, Henry started poking his head in Regina’s room instead of both of theirs to wish them good morning, knowing where Emma would be.

But things hadn’t changed that much. Regina was still naggy as ever, and Emma still got in under the mayor’s skin. Perhaps what was most hilarious of all is they knew all of this. They knew each other’s secrets without telling one another, and so they pretended to remain obnoxiously unaware.

With a final cry of pain and a sharp tug, Emma was free. The crowd clapped politely and Regina stepped forward to examine the blonde’s mouth. It hurt so much she wasn’t able to close it. She tasted blood, and she knew it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Granny shoved the first aid kit in Regina’s hands. “Now go home, stick some cotton in your mouth, and stay out of trouble,” the older woman said. “Thankth, Granny,” Emma said with her swollen tongue.

“It doesn’t feel good, does it?” Regina asked, although her tone was no longer condescending. “No,” Emma said with a sniffle.

Regina patted her arm, then slid her arm around the blonde’s back to comfort her. Emma leaned into her touch, feeling like a 5-year-old again with a scraped knee. She was feeling cranky and sad, and she just wanted someone to kiss it better. Well, maybe not literally. That would be gross. And painful. But maybe another day she’d try to weasel Regina into it.

“Emma, are you alright? I heard Leroy yelling from clear inside the library and thought I would check out the crisis,” Belle said, coming to join them. “Yeah,” the sheriff answered with a sigh.

Belle’s gaze fell behind them onto the pirate leaning nonchalantly against the pole Emma was stuck against. “You had something to do with this Killian, didn’t you?” The brunette beauty asked.

The man’s eyes widened, and he coughed into his hand. “I- I might have had something to do with it,” he admitted. Emma giggled at the man’s submissiveness. Belle sure had him on a short leash.

The librarian caught sight of the bill in his hand and marched over, ripping it away from him. “Here you go, Emma,” she said, handing the blonde the $50. “I’m sorry for him. He likes to cause trouble, as you well know.”

“Oh, don’t feel too bad,” Regina spoke up, pulling Emma even closer. “Emma wasn’t innocent either.”

Hook gazed wistfully at his bill as his girlfriend dragged him away. “But- but I won- “

“I don’t want to hear it, Killian,” they could hear Belle snap just before they were out of earshot.

Emma grinned as best she could and wiggled her eyebrows. “I still won fifty buckth.”

Regina chuckled at her and slowly pulled the bill away, tucking it into her coat. “Oh no, dear. You have to earn that back.”

Emma frowned but followed her along to the mansion. “It hurth,” she complained as Regina popped an ice cube into her mouth and clamped her mouth shut. “Oh you poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it better?” The older woman teased.
Emma went to speak but Regina shushed her. “Don’t answer that,” she said with a slight smile. If only she knew what Emma had been thinking earlier.
Once the ice was gone, gauze was shoved in to stop the bleeding. “Look at you, Emma. You’re practically blue. Come on upstairs,” Regina tsked.

Emma diligently followed her to the bedroom. “I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t have left me there to freeze!” She argued, glad to find the swelling had gone down enough so she could talk normally.

Regina rolled her eyes and tossed her a pair of fleece pajamas. Emma couldn’t help but notice that she had pulled them out of her own dresser, despite them being Emma’s clothes. Yep, definitely married.

The blonde raised her eyebrows at the older woman, prompting the woman to put a hand on her hip. “Yes?” The brunette questioned. “Can you uh- turn around or something?” Emma asked snarkily.

“You are such a child, I swear. Just change,” Regina said.
Emma stubbornly shook her head. Truthfully, she found the mayor quite endearing when she was bossy. And Emma loved being the one to resist and make that vein in her forehead stand out. It was just how they were. Emma was the carefree and fun one, and Regina was the… mother hen, to put it nicely.

The blonde swiveled her finger to indicate the woman to turn around. Regina huffed but did as Emma wished. To annoy the mayor even further, Emma changed as slowly as possible. Regina finally turned around as she was pulling the shirt over her head.

The sheriff actually laughed as Regina stepped forward and yanked the shirt down. “You are infuriating. You need more of my attention than Henry,” the brunette remarked. “And what is so wrong with that?” Emma replied smugly.
That shut Regina up. She grabbed Emma’s wrist and dragged her downstairs to the den where she set her in front of the fireplace. “Are you hungry?” She asked.

“I want a grilled cheese. But I don’t think I can eat,” Emma answered with a pout.
Regina lifted her chin up and pried her mouth open to examine her sore tongue. She gave the young woman an unamused look as she spat the white gauze out onto the floor. Emma put on a little pout and tilted her head, a sure-fire way to wiggle her way even deeper into the mayor’s heart.

And it seemed to work. Regina’s mouth curved up into a smile and she booped the blonde on her nose. “My poor Emma. Would you like a popsicle for the pain?” She cooed. “A red one?” Emma asked hopefully. “Only the best for my girl,” Regina said.

Both women froze. Widened jade eyes met chocolate brown. A flicker of fear flashed in Regina’s eyes, and Emma noticed. The older woman turned away to go into the kitchen, but Emma pulled her back.

“Emma, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I- “

Emma gave her a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to apologize. I- to be honest, I was hoping you’d walk by when I made that bet with Hook. I wanted to impress you, but it kinda backfired.”

“You don’t say?” The brunette commented, regaining her confidence.
Emma blushed and looked down. “Do you really consider me… yours?”
Regina sighed; but it wasn’t the type of sigh that warned Emma she needed to put her guard up. It was as if the woman was relieved to get some weight off her chest. Like she was finally ready to admit her feelings.

“Emma, you were mine from the moment you packed your bags and moved in here. You’ve stocked my fridge and cupboards with junk food. Your bug has left permanent tire marks on my lawn because of your inability to parallel park. You keep your underwear in my dresser. We share the same bed, and you’ve called this place home since the day you moved in here.”

Regina paused to look over at the woman. “And somehow, although I thought it was impossible, you’ve found your way into my heart.”

The light that shone in the blonde’s eyes was so happy that Regina couldn’t help but smile. And Emma couldn’t help but wonder how Regina felt; if it was nice being the one person to make someone happy after years of being feared and hiding away. To actually be wanted instead of pushed to the side.
Regina made her way over to the freezer, digging her hand inside to find the last red popsicle Emma had hidden away because she knew they were Henry’s favorite as well. And Emma couldn’t help but stare at her. She was still the same Regina she knew; hot-headed, impatient, stubborn. But now she was someone who saw past Emma’s layers and still wanted her, even with her broken past.

“So…” Emma drawled, hopping up onto the counter island and swinging her legs. “this means I get to convert my old room into a game room for me and Henry?”

Regina unwrapped the popsicle and popped it into the younger woman’s mouth. “We’ve discussed this. Henry is already slacking on his school work without a game room for an added distraction. Now keep your mouth shut for once in your life and eat your dessert. I thought you were in so much pain because of my so-called cruelty.”

Emma pulled the popsicle from her mouth and planted a quick kiss on the mayor’s lips. Regina looked surprised, but her lips curled up into the tiniest of smiles.

“So if you won’t let me convert it into a game room, how about a playroom?” Emma asked before putting the popsicle back in.

“What?” Regina said with a light chuckle. “Is this your way of asking me to have sex with you?”

Emma jumped off the counter and moved so close to Regina that she could smell apples, which she had recently grown to like. She was convinced the scent had to be some kind of perfume or a spell or something, but every time she asked Regina had just scoffed and said she was ridiculous.

“This is my way of asking you to own me completely,” Emma said seriously, searching Regina’s face for any sign of doubt. Taking that as her silver lining, she grasped the older woman’s suit and pulled her even closer before settling her lips on her mocha skin.

The light shudder and quiet moan confirmed that Regina was thoroughly enjoying this. But as Emma snuck her tongue out to taste the woman, she hissed in pain and snapped back like a rubber band let loose.
“Are you alright?” The mayor asked, concern settling in her amber eyes despite her skin being flushed. Emma slowly nodded, fighting the habit to touch her tongue.

Regina hated the strange habits she seemed to have with her mouth, and always scolded her when she was caught. She didn’t seem to mind the rapidly appearing hickey that the blonde had used her mouth to create though.

“Forgot it was sore,” Emma mumbled with a nonchalant shrug. Regina scrunched her nose up in that playful way of hers and led her back to the den in front of the blazing fireplace.

Emma was silent for a moment before speaking. “So… is that a yes on the playroom? Or a yes on the game room?”

Regina leaned down and planted a kiss on her warm cheek, lingering just a few seconds longer than she usually would. “I’ll think about it. Maybe I can think of a few creative ways for you to earn that fifty dollars back. But for now, I’m going to make us some hot cocoa.”

The blonde pouted and Regina mimicked her expression. “Consider this a punishment for sticking your tongue onto things other than me, Miss Swan. Once you are fully healed, I will not be so kind.”

The older woman caught her chin right underneath her finger, forcing her head up to meet her eyes. “Do I make myself clear?”

Emma swallowed thickly and nodded. With that, Regina released her with a smile and sauntered on back to the kitchen. Emma’s eyes were glued to the mayor’s backside with every step she took. This was by far the best snow day ever.

Turn loose the mermaids(Part 2)

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 Art by the wonderful @taulun who came with this au in the first place.


Marinette got accustomed to the idea that she will die. At least, it has been some beautiful 160 years. The young mermaid sighed and run her fingers through the sand. The little island was her comfort for over a century and half now, since she discovered she turned into a human at night. There was a spring hidden between the trees in a small clearing where Marinette made a little nest out of some wrecked sails and other things she found on the wreckages of ships on the bottom of the ocean. She was sad she won’t see it again.

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