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[shiftersrefuge]

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She was regretting letting Malcolm and Nadia making her a dating profile. She had said she was rather sure she wasn't ready for anything serious. Nadia had assured her one date wasn't serious but a needed step. Malcolm had quipped most apps were more about a good time not a long time. So she had approved the profile they made and been a bit overwhelmed by all the matches. Also alarmed at some of the messages unaware having 'not looking for commitment' or 'let's see what happens' marked seem to equal dick pics, instant sexual offers and some of the filthiest come ons she had ever heard.

After wading through it all she found someone she liked. Someone she had normal conversations with, seemed to understand her situation and they got on well. So they set up a date. She walked up to the restaurant and go a wave of anxiety. The need to flee overtaking. She turned around to go back to her car and send her date an apology. Or would have if she hadn't promptly turned face first into her date. "Oh! Hi! I uh...." was there any good explanation here? "Sorry about that."

[thecharmingknightemma]

@xthesparequeen​

Christmas was such a lovely holiday, Emma was more than happy that her family had chosen such time to visit the kingdom and meet the queen, whose castle had only recently been opened to guests. Emma, being the heir of a powerful kingdom - and she liked to think it was also due to her looks - had already been accosted by some bachelors, and therefore had made herself extremely busy speaking to everyone she met so that no one would become a problem, until her attention had been taken by one of the buffet tables and the chocolate on it. She had pounced to serve herself a slice of cake, and unlike the more refined ladies there had not bothered taking a small bite. But it turned out that the princess of Arendelle was also not keeping herself away from the chocolate, and Emma giggled when their eyes met, waiting to have at least swallowed before walking around the table to join her. 

"Princess Anna, I must say, if this is how one celebrates Christmas I'll need to start the same tradition back home. The chocolate is wonderful! I mean, Arendelle as a whole is wonderful, amazing party, of course!" she corrected herself, "But... chocolate."

[autumnwritcs]

open: m/nb (35+)  plot: exes (high school, college, anything) who had a messy and awful break-up and are running into each other after many years.

Emma was holding a champagne flaute as she walked around the art gallery and enjoyed the pieces hanging on the walls. It had been a while since she visited one and since her workaholic husband seemed uninterested in joining her the woman was done waiting for him to join her and just came by herself. One particular painting made her stop and oberseve in detail, maybe it was the scene displayed, the colors or maybe it was just art getting to her, but Emma wondered how much longer she would be able to stay in her marraige with Ian as neither seemed to be on the same page for quite some years now. 

Sighing, she was about to take a step back and continue her way when she saw the person right in front of her just before bumping into them. “Excuse me.” Emma mused politely until she got a quick glimpse of their face and her features changed in surprise. “Hi...” 

[oldestwounds]

Jumper-Third Eye Blind starter for @storiesofoblivion​

“If you do not want to see me again, I would understand.” 

[thecharmingknightemma]

@agntsousa​

The thing with SHIELD was, most people there were absolutely fantastic. Emma really liked them, especially the guys who seemed to run the place, and Daisy above all since the other inhuman had actually helped her learn how not to blow up the room with her powers.   But then there were some agents who made her most aggressive instincts bubble up.  She wasn't always there of course, but Daisy had called her for a hand with a specific mission and afterwards she had stayed to give a hand, temporarily, since she had taken a few days off from everything. And now that the main team wasn't there, the people who actually listened to her, she had gotten stuck with the idiotic team leader of another group of agents who had shut down her suggestions even if she knew there was a strong possibility that a kid they were trying to help was not where they intended to look for. They had already butted heads before, and it was personal.

She didn't have enough clearance to look up the exact address she needed and put the right coordinates in the vehicle, but with the excuse of moving two big dufflebags upstairs she may actually have gotten away with it - if agent Adler hadn't spotted her. He was clearly suspecting something and she needed a distraction--found it.

"Daniel, buddy, we totally need to have that drink after I put these bags away! Can you call me the elevator?" she called out loudly, quickly approaching the other new guy with a big smile; the smile was still plastered on her face as she spoke to him in a much lower voice: "Please go with this, just for one minute? There is one agent behind me who hates my guts, and if he gets into the elevator with me and tries to corner me and boss me around, I'm going to hit him and I don’t want to be put in a cell over it. Pretty please?" One minute, and then she’d part ways and not get him in any trouble. Easy.

[thecharmingknightemma]

@heirofpiracy​

Normally, Emma was all sorts of amused and friendly even when kidnapped, she more often than not found reasons to connect with people who abducted her - since more often than not they weren't straight up evil, but more like desperate or simply looking for some quick money and nothing more. As long as they weren't cruel there was a chance. These pirates were cruel, and the only reason she was still in their hands and hadn't killed more of them was that she had been drugged and was still weak.

Still, when they found a place where to rest, now on land and not too far from their goal, which was King George, some had gotten more confident again, and one even offered to keep her 'company' that night to help, after she had stumbled because too weak to walk properly on her own. "Do it." Emma smiled, a smile that showed too much teeth, eyes promising worse than murder, "I am inviting you myself." Whatever they correctly read on her face, it made him back off, but Emma knew he'd find death at her hands eventually. And that she couldn't let them bring her to king George like this, unable to properly fight back, because whatever they had in mind for her wasn't worse than the fate that might await her parents if her sorta-grandfather finally had her under his control. "Come on, then! This is your chance to fight me, my wrists are tied, I'm still weak, you may get a shot at beating me!" If she was lucky, she may be able to push them to hurt her enough that to save her life they'd need a healer and she'd buy some more time. "Which one of you is man enough to try first? Actually it should be more than one, so it will be quicker for me to run free after I’m done taking you out." 

"You think we are not going to hurt you? We don't need you to be intact, just alive." "Oh sweetheart, sadly for you I don't need any of you to breathe, so that's not my problem..."

[thecharmingknightemma]

@shotxchaser​

She hadn't needed the hospital, not when the wound was that small; the only danger had been from the bleeding, because she had been knocked unconscious before being able to patch it up. At least the NSA doctor was her friend too, which made a lot easier to be checked up at her over-furnished home, with Casey hovering over her because for some reason he hadn't shrugged off the fact that she had taken a bullet for him even though it was a completely normal thing in her opinion. Less normal was the 'ah yes, I know why we are here' attitude from her friend, as if she wanted to stay home for any special reason beside not wanting to alert the Awesomes of it. In fact, she had asked Casey to stay - there are no secrets with him - so he'd also relax. "Don't worry, you and the baby are perfectly fine, but I'd suggest taking it very easy for the next few weeks and more tests-" the doctor had started talking in a reassuring tone, but Emma hadn't had the chance to focus on anything except the confusing first sentence. "The what? I'm not pregnant," she replied with an incredulous smile, "I'm on the pill." "... Did you forget to take-" "No, the opposite, I didn't even stop at the end of the box, just started the next one because I'm trying to fight bad headaches. The gynecologist suggested it, that should be extra protection, right? Must be a false positive... Why are you looking at me like that?" "I did extra tests when I realized it was positive. To check on..." she paused seeing Emma's expression, "You are nine weeks pregnant." "But I haven't been sick!" "Well, every woman is different..." Emma stared at her, not daring to even glance in Casey's direction. "... Yeah, I'm gonna need a minute... or... several... hours..." "Of course." The doctor said a few more parting words, which Emma didn't actually hear, just trying to put things together. And a plan, of course, and a plan B and C.

"See," she told Casey once they were alone, chocked up, "I told you we shouldn't worry about the bullet."

"It can only be yours, by the way, but I'm sure you got that from the timeline. If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go have a panic attack in the bathroom, but I’ll be right back."

[thecharmingknightemma]

@coldbloodedward

After a nice evening with friends Emma had been driving home, eager to change into a pj and to wolf down the leftovers while watching Netflix until asleep. That was, until she spotted a man being chased to a dark alley and stopped the car. The safest thing to do would be to call the police and give them a heads up just in case; she had no gun, she was in a cute but not so practical dress, she was alone and it was two against one--"Ah, what the hell," she muttered, getting out and running to see. One of the chasers was down, the other was facing the victim who didn't seem in a shape to fight him off. "Hydra will never stop. You-" Emma heard the attacker say those words, gun in his hand, and in a crazy word-association impulse - cut one head, another grows back or whatever, right? - she followed her panicked urge to get that gun away by slamming into the guy, catching him of course by surprise, twisting the gun off his hand and shoving his head into the nearby wall. He was Hydra after all. "Well, this is gonna go well..." she remarked, picking up the gun before rushing to the other man's aid, "Are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?" A hesitation, while glancing back at the unconscious guy, her hand reaching out to instinctively pet the victim's shoulder in reassurance, "If you can even wait for one and for the police. If they are Hydra you shouldn't stay here..." Could she take him home while calling the police? This guy could be in serious danger if he had Hydra after him, whatever the reason was. Could she rope the guys at the club nearby to watch over the Hydra ones? After all she could make sure they were disarmed... “We gotta hide you.”