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[hcnrydmills]

ashesofprincess​:

Ivy’s night had turned out to be completely pathetic. Pathetic enough that she could swear the waiters and waitresses at the restaurant were whispering behind her back, very likely taking bets now on how long she was going to stay before she left. She lasted for about an hour before she accepted the fact she got stood up by her date, and another half an hour, just to give the guy the benefit of the doubt before she decided to take the walk of shame. She gave up on her table and headed towards the bar instead, under the pity eyes of the staff.

It was still early enough, it would be a waste of a damn good outfit she recently just bought, so even with the pathetic turn of events, it couldn’t possibly get any worse than that, right? She was already there, she might as well just take the opportunity and try to enjoy the rest of the evening as much as she still could. A few drinks would surely get the job done. And with that in mind, Ivy Belfrey put down her purse on the counter and ordered herself an extra dirty vodka martini before she took one final glance at the door and sat down on the stool, legs crossed and her back facing the entrance.

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Blind dates were a terrible idea that Henry Mills often protested. For years friends did their best to set the author up with person after person with no luck. Every single person fell flat for the guy, did not show up, or he was the jerk who decided not to come last minute. After months of whining from a friend to meet someone he caved. This would be the last as promised by the group of friends. A dejected attitude was paired with dress khakis and a blue button up. Not much effort was put into attire as chances of the date blossoming to more was slim to none. That said the guy made sure he looked nice but not going out to dinner with the family or attending a wedding good.

Forty five minutes passed with little fanfare as the woman decided not to show or bolted when the empty table came into view. Under no circumstances was the guy going to sit at a table alone to wait when the bar was just as comfortable. If the date showed Henry would pay the tab before relocated to join. A glass of scotch rested in the palm of his hand as eyes absent mindedly watched the basketball game on screen. Suddenly the seat next was taken drawing attention from the screen to his left. Brows rose curiously as Henry tried not to notice how beautiful the woman was. “Rough day?” He chuckled in an lame attempt to spark conversation after the drink was ordered. The beverage of choice normally came paired with stress or nerves for most.

[lisaminnci]

Henry Mills

Sometimes, you have to leave home. And you’ve been there for so long, you don’t know who or what you’ll be outside of it. But then you realize, every experience, every trial, every moment has shaped you. And you take that place with you no matter where you go next.

[faithandfearcollide]

Henry ‘Stewie’ Mills.

The one where Henry is a total mamas boy.

[shesnipes-archive]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

[whosafraidofvirginiawoolf]

I hope, or I could not live. And so, in hope and solitude, my story ends.

The Island of Dr. Moreau, H.G. Wells (via universitylibraries)

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THIS BLOG DOES NOT ROLEPLAY SMUT WITH MINORS ⛔

When I say minors I mean both minor muses and muns. Since it is explicit erotic material, even if there is consent between both of us, we could be charged of child pornography and judged as a sex offenders. 

Please, do not lie about your age. It will damage us both

[whosafraidofvirginiawoolf]

The wild animals seemed less predatory to him than people he had known.

The Yearling, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (via universitylibraries)

[faithandfearcollide]

[darrrenscriss]

[papertruthss]

I’m still the author, I’ve been writing everyone else’s stories.       I need to figure out what my story is. It’s not here. Not in this realm.

[hcnrydmills]

flawedheroines‌:

Ivy let out a soft chuckle, shrugging a bit, “You can call me Ivy. That’s who you knew me as anyway.” She glanced at his glass before looking back at him. She could tell he had been drinking a bit before she arrived, it made her worry. He usually was someone who wouldn’t drown his sorrows in alcohol.

“A rum and coke would be nice,” Ivy replied, “But you don’t have to pay for it. I appreciate it though.” She nudged him gently, “What brings you here tonight? Tough day at work?” She genuinely cared about Henry and wanted to see if he needed anything, “Anything I can help with?”

When they were still in Hyperion Heights, Henry had truly helped her. Her childhood was traumatic and she had never been able to experience anyone caring for her. He showed her kindness and treated her like she was worth something. Without him, they’d all still be stuck in Hyperion Heights.

“I do have to have you over to my new apartment soon,” Ivy smiled, “I’d love to have some family over. Along with the 3 of you, we should have your mother over too. I want to thank her for all she’s done for me. I’ve grown to like her.”

A brow arched at the choice of name. Henry was certain the woman would have preferred the original name but Ivy did have a nice ring to it. There was obviously a bit of a fancy since it had been created for the curse cast. “Ivy it is.” Henry couldn’t help but pause to feel the name on his uncursed tongue before taking a drink of the dark liquid before him.

“I am aware I don’t have to. I want to. There’s a difference.” He pointed out with a smile followed by laughter. “You either get plenty of offers for drinks or not nearly enough.” The reaction to the offer was proof of that! Henry ordered the drink without hesitation.

Should he open up to this woman asking for information on his foul mood? It didn’t seem right. It could be a fun evening if the negativity is ignored. However it felt like Ivy had a right to know considering Ella is/was her step sister. “Divorce. It’s a time to celebrate but also swallow the fact I failed at the one thing everyone else in my family seems to excel at… love.” The word tasted as bitter as it sounded. “We don’t need to talk about that.” The separation was a decision made with great thought.

Laughter once again filled the man at the invitation. “I don’t think it would be comfortable if we’re all in the same apartment. I would like to see your place though.” He smiled. “I’m sure my mother would appreciate the thanks. She’s been a little busy lately. Running the United Realms. I’m sure she could find time to see you.”

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[hcnrydmills]

flawedheroines‌:

Ivy decided to go to Storybrooke with everyone after what had happened in Hyperion Heights. She now knew some people who would be living there, and wanted a new start for herself. It would be a bit of a journey to gain people’s trust, but if Regina could do it, so could she. At least she could also live somewhere where they all knew about the Enchanted Forest. It would be easier to relate to everyone.

After spending a couple weeks at Granny’s Inn, she found herself a nice apartment. She was excited to decorate and make this place her home. It felt more like home than any other place she had lived. She had gotten her place nicely set up and decided to go out for the night. Her friends were non-existent and she wanted to see if she could make some. 

Ivy put on a mid-thigh length maroon dress, matching choker, and some black strappy heels. Her hair was curled and she felt confident enough to finally head out. There was a bar called the Rabbit Hole which caught her eye. There were a few cars outside and some people walking around. 

The bar was pretty cute inside, and she could see some people looking at her. There was a free seat at the counter and she decided to sit. As she got herself comfortable, she noticed a familiar face sitting right next to her, “Henry? What are you doing here?”

@hcnrydmills

Divorce. A bitter word that felt sweet on the tongue. Henry Mills never assumed he would fall in love only for it to crash and burn years later. He also didn’t factor in a possible curse and a persistent sister in law. Hyperion Heights had not been terrible. In fact, the man found out things about himself during the curse. Things leading to the very position the man was currently in.

A glass of whiskey rested between fingers. Eyes watched the amber liquid swirl with everyone circle of his wrist whilst thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Life. It was something else! Despite feeling like a weight was lifted the moment divorce papers were placed in front of him everything felt complicated. There was a child involved. Henry never wanted Lucy to feel as he had. Torn between parents. Listening to others bad mouth those she loved. A compromise would need to be made but not tonight. Tonight he would continue to relish in the taste of the drink.

A warm voice washed over previously frayed nervous bringing a large smile to numb lips. “Ivy?” Or did she rather be called Drizella? Shit. Henry wasn’t sure. Everyone had different names during the last curse! Ivy had a hand in the last curse which meant she must like the name? He could just ask. “Or do you prefer Drizella?” A brow arched playfully.

“I didn’t know you’d be here.” Here meaning the United Realms. He really didn’t know where she would be. The woman ran off after a very interesting goodbye. One that ultimately led to the papers sitting at his home. “Care for a drink?” Dumb question she was in a bar. “Sit. Let me buy you one.”

[odonowest]

[onceuponadaily]