Feb 14, 2016
"well fuck me."
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“I already do that” she teased, “Come on, Neal. It isn’t that bad”
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"well fuck me."
three word starters.
“I already do that” she teased, “Come on, Neal. It isn’t that bad”
It is Written
She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw him. Walking down the street as if death had never touched him, as if he were fully and truly as alive as he looked. She stared for some time, her hands twisting into curls that were no longer there, for she had sheared them off in some strange mourning ritual that was meant to leave the past behind her. It hadn’t worked, but the older body at least felt right, still she mourned and felt misplaced in the world. Seeing him walking down the street was like a spark of electricity to her heart, shocking it from it’s stupor, but she knew not if it would heal or hurt still. All the same she would not trade it to be elsewise.
She had meant to cry out his name. Bae, never Neal, always Bae in her heart and head. She had meant to say so many things but all that came out was a strangled gasp as her arms flung about his shoulders trying to draw him close. It felt so much better to be at a proper height with him, their last hug she had felt like she would be crushed, like she was so wrongly tiny to his grown up frame. Now they matched once more as they had on first meeting, and that felt right.
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I'm Jennee, and I love history, happy people, making tea, reading until I fall asleep with my book, and at the end of Tallahassee I was shipping Captain Swan. Which went out the window pretty quickly, but the second part of season 2 was more what made me into a Swan Thief/Swanfire shipper. (But Mad Swan will always hold a large special place in my heart in terms of Emma related ships.)
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Hi Jennee, I’m Lizzie, I’ve been a swanfire shipper since day one XD but yes hi I LOVE HISTORY TOO
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
“Did you want me to be gone?”
Neal had just been up at the loft for Sunday dinner with Henry, Emma, and her family. He was using the restroom before going back to help Emma with washing dishes. The happy new parents out for a walk and Henry back in his room talking to someone on the phone. He wouldn't have even seen it if he hadn't knocked over the garbage can and went to quickly clean it up, finding it hidden at the bottom. Neal tried not to jump to conclusions as he went back down. "Would you be expecting another sibling?"
Your muse finds a discarded positive pregnancy test in the bathroom trash bin. What does your muse do?
She’d been getting the last dishes in the sink, after all her parents had cooked the meal, she could clean it up. At Neal’s voice, she turned to face him, “I think they have their hands full with the one they have now, why?” a part of her knew he couldn’t be talking about the test. After all it was at the very bottom of the trash can, she had made sure that it had been at the very bottom. Especially since it was her night to take out the trash, so maybe he just saw something that hinted her parents were planning for more.
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Send ‘◎’ and I’ll generate a number from 1-10 for a situation where my muse blurts out ‘I love you’ to your muse. (Mixture of fluffy, nsfw and angsty)
4. While half asleep
She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, not really. But it just happened, maybe it was just because she hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, or just because she felt like she was tired. Nonetheless, no one would move her from her spot, even if they tried. “I love you” she whispered sleepily at her companion, not completely unaware of what she was saying, maybe it was because her walls were completely down while she slept, or maybe she was just tired of not saying it.
Morning, Sleeping Beauty
Put “Morning, Sleeping Beauty” in my askbox for my character’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no recollection of the night prior.
>Her head was pounding which meant that she had a little too much to drink the night before. She hadn’t had this much to drink in a really long time. She blinked as she realized that she was not in the loft, and she was not alone. “Neal?” she sat up, her hand to her head as she tried to remember what happened last night, but nothing was coming to mind. She really had too much apparently. “What happened?”