they could have drinks at granny's and complain about their women

Bloom (3/?)

The story of Captain Swan’s pregnancy, told in many parts. Affectionately nicknamed “The Happiest Pregnancy Ever.”

In this chapter, Regina gives advice on how to blow off steam by blowing things up. Better than the townsfolk, right? Many, many thanks to @unfolded73 for the beta!


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Chapter 3: Fireball

Emma was going to kill someone, and since she was Sheriff, she could get away with it.

No one would suspect her. She was Emma Swan-Jones: Sheriff, Savior, once Slayer and now Friend of Dragons. She was also the pregnant lady, and who would suspect the pregnant lady? Anyone with a brain, that’s who. Because it was her pregnancy that was driving her to consider homicide.

No, no, that wasn’t quite right. Her pregnancy wasn’t making her want to kill anyone, it was the way people reacted to her pregnancy that had her seeing red. People apparently went insane around pregnant women. It was as if she was giving off a magical aura that made them lose all sense of decency or respect, and that her belly was some weird homing beacon.

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Midnight Memories

“Baaabe. We’re here.”, Harry murmured in your ear.

“Uh-uh! We just left the plane.”, you grumbled.

“Yes, love, it’s called ‘driving to the new hotel’.”, he chuckled.

You opened one sleepy eye. “Hotel means bed, right?”

Harry grinned. “Nah, we booked the one without the beds. Sleep’s for the weak, honey.”

“I really hate you sometimes.”

“I know, but that’s what all good relationships are made of: A great mix of love and hate.”

“You’re an idiot.”, you laughed and kissed his cheek.

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One Shot - My Priority, My Everything

So marissa11586 prompted this, although I guess her idea was a bit happier than what I had in mind. I hope you like this anyway :)

My Priority, My Everything

His hands had stopped shaking by now but he still couldn’t stop looking at them, thinking about the way his Grandma’s pale fingers had looked against his pawns, always so thin, always so fragile. Gone forever.

He shifted his eyes to the window, the world tiny beneath him and hidden by clouds, and he felt more terrible than ever that 13 hours flight separated him and his Grandma, 13 hours between him and his family, 13 hours that had kept her lonely.

Her death wasn’t exactly a surprise because she had been old and Grandparents die but he hadn’t expected it today and neither had his aunt who had called him this morning, crying because her mother had stopped breathing. He had cried as well, even at age 35 still not a master of his emotions, and Maks had immediately known something had to be wrong when he answered his phone semi-somnolent on the west coast. They were going to meet up in Vienna and then spent the last two hours on their journey to Odessa together, but for now Val was alone with his thoughts, distant memories running through his brain that hurt and would continue to hurt for the next desolate hours.

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anonymous asked:

What about a Heva drabble where harry is drunk and he's being cute and playful with Eva 💙

This is sometime around the holidays in December 2015, before Harry and Eva go to England. So somewhere in the middle of part seven of IYA, I suppose!

“Harry, don’t you think we have enough?” Eva asked, pushing the cart slowly down the last aisle at the liqour store. They had well over a dozen bottles of various boozes standing in the cart for Harry’s house party, but Harry was on the hunt for a bottle of peppermint schnapps. 

“Not quite,” he said, scouring the aisle until his back straightened. “Aha!” 

Harry grabbed two bottles and added them to the cart, the last thing left on his mental list for that night’s party. He had the pizzas and chips set to deliver around nine, he had the mixers cooling in the fridge, and Eva even brought over two dozen cupcakes for the occasion. Harry recognized the box from his favorite bakery, despite the name being scribbled out with black marker, but he appreciated her effort regardless. 

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