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Daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming The Savior & The Sheriff. Mun: 22, female Ships; CaptainSwan & SwanQueen

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Please explain to my Muse why you’re naked.

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#that’s love, bitch

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Cheesy Pick ups: Starter

Starter for @saviorsheriffswann 

It was one of those nights where Ruby drags her out for a few drinks, she refuses because she has work in the morning but somehow she still ends up at the bar with her and a bit tipsy. Emma never knows how it fully happens but eventually, she started to get used to it, maybe even stopped really fighting it as much. 

When she goes out Ruby always tries to get her into too small of clothes and a lot of makeup, that’s where she draws the line. When Emma goes out she doesn’t want to dress differently than how she normally does because it may give people a different idea about her than she wants. This specific night she wore black skin-tight pants, a tank top with a greyish brown leather jacket over it and her ankle boots. Her blonde locks were framing her face in waves that was pretty much her natural wave and she had her usual light makeup on.

She did have to agree that today was a good night to celebrate, she just got her own apartment in a town where she just moved to. Her best friend lives not even 10 minutes away and she has a job interview set up at the sheriff’s station to be a deputy. If that’s not a good reason to go out for the night and get wasted then Emma doesn’t know what is. Even though she does have to get up tomorrow to work at the diner that Ruby’s Granny gave her a job at, she still thinks it’s a big enough step in her life to celebrate it. 

Emma hasn’t lived in one place for longer than a year, and that was pushing it for her. She never had a permanent job, always something that she could easily find in every town or city. That limited her to waitress, bartender, bailbondsperson or some resale worker. Growing up in the system gave her bad habits and a fear of finding a home. Don’t misunderstand that though, she wants more than anything to find a place that when she leaves she just misses it but it scares the hell out of her. So far whenever she leaves it never pains her enough to go back.

But now, here she is, in Storybrooke, Maine where her best friend lives and she had always come to visit. She has been here for 9 months, most of that time was spent crashing in the Inn that Ruby’s Granny owns or on Ruby’s couch but now she’s signing a lease for half a year, which means she is stuck and she’ll pass her mark of only staying at places for a year max. It scares her to death but she’s trying not to think about it, if she ever decides that she really wants to leave she can, she’ll just have to pay for it. 

Almost everything she has ever envied other people for having she had right now in this town; she has a job, food (three meals sometimes more a day), her car, an apartment and a few friends who like to force her to go out and have fun with them because if she doesn’t the world will end. According to Ruby.

She’s feeling a bit hot right now because she had just gotten off the dance floor and away from the non-stop drunk dancing Ruby who is a bit too handsy. It’s not that Emma doesn’t like when women touch her, she just doesn’t feel that way about Ruby and she would rather not _ever _complicate things with her. Ruby is the only person that has been a somewhat constant in her life, they met back when Emma was in a group home and the lanky brunette was there as well. Ruby had a home though, the courts were just being stupid and forced her to stay there until Ruby’s granny legally adopted her. They kept in contact off and on until they were older and began to text all the time. Whenever Emma lived close enough she’d go visit her and Granny because if there was anything that felt close to home it would be them.

So back to the dancing and being hot, she decided to walk away and back to the booth that they had designated as theirs. All night she had been focusing on celebrating and her friends that she hadn’t looked around to notice how incredibly packed it was in there. That explains why she’s feeling so hot, there is like no oxygen left in the building.

She starts to drink a water that one of her other friends comes back with and closes her eyes to cherish the taste, her mouth is numb from the alcohol but the icy cold water soothes it. When she opens her eyes they land on a woman at the bar, the blonde doesn’t know how or why it happened but it’s too late now. She stood up, there were a few questions shouted at her by friends that were at the table with her on where she was going and if she’s okay. All she knew was that she wanted to go over to the bar and see this woman.

She doesn’t believe in fate…

She doesn’t believe in destiny…

but apparently drunk Emma does because she didn’t care about any logical reason not to walk up to a complete stranger. She also didn’t care that they were technically in a club that wasn’t designated for LGBT, so it was more than likely she was not into women. Yet, here she is, standing right beside the woman sitting at the bar who looks to be waiting for someone and that’s still not enough for drunk Emma apparently she wants to talk. 

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

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Anyone who knew Regina, knew that she was never the type to go out to a bar unless she was going through a crisis of some sort and needed a drink other than her own alcoholic apple cider. She didn’t like going to bars, mainly because of the people she’d run into, or the comments she’d start getting as soon as she walked in the door. She didn’t even dress provocatively, just usually in her normal pantsuits she wore to work, but still she’d receive cat calls and whatnot from drunks at the bar or on the dance floor. She also never liked to be anywhere that was loud, and to her this was the loudest place she’d ever been and ever go to.

The only reason she was here tonight, is that she’d agreed to go on a date with Graham, the current sheriff of Storybrooke, and it was about the tenth time he’d asked her so she finally just caved and agreed even though she wasn’t really looking for a relationship or anything of the sort at the moment.

Reginas childhood had been a rough one to say the least. Living with an abusive mother for a large portion of her life had taken its toll on her. She was always taught to basically be perfect, and everywhere she went she heard her mother’s voice in her head, especially when she’d go to the bar. ‘Regina dear why are you in such a place surrounded by these types of people? You are a Mills, so act like it.’ She immediately straightened herself at the bar, but didn’t actually get up.

There was another struggle that Regina had been facing her whole life that not a single soul knew about, and that was her sexuality. She’d always found women beautiful, and interesting, but she also found them attractive which was a totally different thing. It had first concerned her at a school dance she attended when she was younger, when she was friends with the principals daughter. They were both sixteen, young and stupid, both of them from similar families. Regina had found her crying in a secluded hallway in the school when she was trying to escape herself, and they ended up sharing a kiss that scared the both of them. They never talked after that but that didn’t change the fact that Regina thought of that loss every day of her life, wondering why she actually liked it. Wasn’t that wrong? Of course it was. If her mother knew about it Regina would be dead.

So many thoughts swirled through the brunettes mind as she swirled her vodka drink in her glass, waiting for her date that was thirty minutes late. She was being stood up, she knew that, but she didn’t want to leave looking embarrassed so there she sat, staring into the void, only snapped out of it when she heard a voice. She turned her head and raised her eyebrows a bit. It was the blonde she’d seen around town a few times, she didn’t know her, didn’t even know her name but she’d thought she was beautiful ever since she saw her the first time. She laughed at the words that came out of the blondes mouth.

“Oh, it’s definitely me,” she replied with a shrug, then sipped her drink. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a dud after all.

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Emma smiles at the brunette’s answer, just because she responded to the flirting Emma was drunkenly dishing out didn’t mean anything but she’d take it. Once the woman replied she moved to take a seat next to her by the bar, ordering herself a drink and then turning just her head to speak to the brunette.

“Would you like a new drink?” When she headed over here to speak to the beautiful brunette she hadn’t realized just how wrong that statement was. She wasn’t just beautiful, there wasn’t even a word to describe what Emma thought she was. This woman was exactly Emma’s type, she radiated authority and ‘don’t fuck with me unless you can handle it’ which made Emma want to try even more.

Her eyes followed every movement that the other woman made, tracing her face once she took her glass to her lips to have a drink. That’s when she noticed the scar and damn did she notice it. Her drunken mind decided that she should speak the thoughts in her head once again, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever encountered.”

Emma isn’t a sloppy drunk, she still usually looks completely sober but her mouth loosens completely. Everything she thinks and never says comes out and it never seems to stop, the next morning she is always completely embarrassed and says she will never drink again. Emma also usually ends up blaming Ruby since it is always her idea to go out. 

She smiles at the brunette realizing she doesn’t know what the woman’s name is and vice versa. 

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Regina looked at the blonde just for a moment to take her in before looking back down at her empty glass. As she listened to the other woman’s question about wanting a new drink, she had to think for a moment. She had a few options. She could either say no and go home since she was clearly stood up and just get completely drunk on apple cider by herself, or she could let the blond ebuy her a drink and just see where the night could lead to. Before she could even really make the decision, her mouth moved for her.

“Actually, I think I would like a new drink,” she said with a slight smirk. What could be the harm? It was just a drink. She was watching the bartender make her new drink when the blondes next statement completely caught her off guard and took her by surprise, and she did something she absolutely never did; she blushed. Regina Mills has red cheeks because of some stranger in a bar that called her the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Of course it caught her off guard, she wasn’t used t hearing things like that.

She cleared her throat and quickly took a sip of her new drink, then looked back at the blonde and pulled herself together with a sly smile. “Oh, well thank you dear. I suppose you’re not too bad yourself,” she says as she looks the blonde up and down. She decides she’d play along for now, considering she doesn’t really have anything to lose.

“My name is Regina. Could I get /you/ a drink?”

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It was a nice feeling, being able to make Regina blush from the compliment. She doesn’t really know why she did though because Emma is sure that the brunette knows she’s gorgeous. She smiles at the compliment that was given to her as well, “Thanks.” Emma winks and grabs ahold of the beer that she ordered the moment she sat next to Regina, “I already ordered one but maybe the next round?” 

Emma angles herself so she’s facing Regina now, that name fits her all too well. She remembers for some reason that Regina means queen, and god damn does that make perfect sense for her. As she appreciates the view in front of her, taking in all there is and memorizing it as much as she can she realizes she didn’t introduce herself.

“I’m Emma by the way, Emma Swan. So tell me, what are you doing here all alone? Are you waiting for someone? Hopefully not a boyfriend or girlfriend…” Emma leans her elbow closest to the counter on the counter with the beer she chose to drink in her other hand resting on her thigh. Her feet are propped up on the stool bar since she was sitting on one of those tall stools. 

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Regina glances at the beer and chuckles a bit, then nods. “Next round then,” she says a bit loudly over the music that was now playing. She angled herself a bit towards the blonde too without even noticing, and finally got a good look at the woman and she really was breathtaking. She had beautiful green eyes that she felt like she could see the world in, they had a certain sparkle that she hadn’t seen in someone in a very long time. She had a smile that was bright and confident, and she liked that. She quite liked the blondes attitude too, how she seemed so sure of herself. She always played it off that that annoyed her, but really it was kind of a turn on, especially when she was intoxicated.

She smiled at the woman’s name. Emma. It suited her, it was simple yet beautiful which is exactly how the woman seemed. The question that followed the name had her raising her eyebrows and looking at the door before looking back at Emma and shrugging. “Definitely not a boyfriend or girlfriend,” she says and chuckles, then bites her lip before continuing. “I was waiting for someone though, but it seems I’ve been stood up even though he’s pestered me for months. I finally agree to a drink and he doesn’t show up. Oh well right?” She says with a laugh and takes another drink.

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Emma had expected a million and one reasons on why Regina would be sitting at this bar alone, but her being stood up was not one of the possibilities.

“what the hell,” she has to sit her beer down and turn her full attention to the woman. “That’s not possible, no one would be that stupid.” Emma shakes her head and then she gets an idea and a small little smile on her face before she stands up. 

“come on,” Emma holds out her hand to the brunette as the music pumps surrounding them. All her friends were somewhere in the club either embarrassing themselves or having a good time. The blonde decides that this is her moment where she either gets to embarrass herself or have a good time, she’s voting for a good time. 

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Regina raises her eyebrows as she listens to Emma go on about how there was no way she could be stood up, but what she didn’t know is that it wasnt really rare occurance for her. Even though she didn’t go on dates often, almost every one of them she’d went to she was stood up. Maybe it was her persona, or her reputation of who she was and people were scared of her, but she didn’t know.

“You’d be surprised dear,” she replied with a slight chuckle before taking another sip of her drink. She could feel the vibration of the music in her chest, and her face was quickly becoming warmer from the alcohol. Next thing she knew she was looking at Emma who was now standing with her hand held out.

She looked down at Emma’s hand, then back up to Emma’s eyes with the smallest of smiles. “I beg your pardon?” She asks and just looks at the blonde for a while before taking a deep breath. She turned and downed the rest of her drink before standing up herself, immediately feeling the alcohol. “What the hell,” she says with a shrug before she puts her hand in the blondes and walks out to the dance floor.

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Emma smirked when Regina downed her drink before grabbing her hand, good time for Emma it is. She zigzags through the people until she finds a somewhat open place for them to dance. As soon as she does she turns to Regina and pulls her a little closer as she begins to sway her hips and dance to the music. Since she’s definitely a bit drunk she is a lot more dancy than she normally would have been.

“Show me what you got, Regina Mills.” She smirks and moves around the brunette before being in front of her once again, “Don’t tell me you are afraid to dance.” 

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I Wear Short Skirts, She Wears T-Shirts

Highschool RP starter for @yellowbuggedsavior

Regina mills had worked her ass off to get where she was currently. She struggled really all throughout elementary, through middle school, and through freshman year with several things. She was bullied for how she looked, which really was kinda normal. She was thin, but not too thin, but she was a little curvy. She wore glasses and had braces in middle school, so she was obviously called four-eyes and brace-face, sometimes even metal mouth. She wasn’t athletic at all in middle school, in fact that’s how she earned another nickname; butterfingers. They’d always play whiffle ball in her PE class and she never could catch the ball, until her final day in the class when she finally caught it and got a girl out. Nobody would expect someone to say that whiffle ball changed their lives, but for Regina it did.

Her catching that whiffle ball showed that she actually /could,/ and that was more motivation than any to basically fix herself, and that’s how she worked her way up to now, senior year, Captain of the cheerleading team. She was a different person really, and definitely one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High, even though basically everyone knew her story. She’d even come out as gay at the beginning of the year and she was terrified that she’d be the outcast yet again, but that wasn’t the case in the slightest.

A semester into the school year meant that it was time for girls basketball, which was reginas personal favorite sport to cheer for for obvious reasons. She’d been crushing on Emma Swan, Star of the team for as long as she could remember, but Emma had never even looked at her that way or so she thought. She was basically on the cheerleading squad /because/ she knew she’d get to cheer for Emma, but she figured that was as far as she’d get.

School tradition was that on the day of the girls’ first game, all the cheerleaders would wear a jersey to match one of the girls on the team as a way of showing school spirit, and for three years she’d hoped and prayed that she’d get Emma’s number because that would mean she’d get to walk her out into the court that night, but then again she was always relieved when she didn’t get Emma’s Jersey. They were lined up in the locker room to get them now, and her best friend Katherine could see the nervousness take over Regina just like it always had.

“It’s your last chance. Senior year. Maybe you’ll get lucky this time,” she says with a smirk and a nudge, earning an eye roll from the brunette as they took a step forward. Little did Regina know, that the entire squad arranged for her to finally get the basketball blondies Jersey, and when she stepped up to the coach and looked down at it, her eyes widened.

Number 23.

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Emma Swan isn’t the typical stereotypical jock that is seen on TV shows or movies, she doesn’t treat the people around her like they are less than or below her. Part of the reason for that is because she knows how it feels to be treated that way, Emma’s felt that way her whole life. Well at least for most of it, since she was 5. The first five years of her life were amazing from what she can remember, her parents both loved her like she was their entire world and she even had a little brother named Neil who she didn’t hate. That all changed on her 5th birthday though, it was one of those things no one could have seen coming. They were on a dark road on the way home from the store, David; Emma’s dad decided to take the back roads so that maybe Neil would fall asleep on the way back without all the headlights driving by. Emma kept asking her parents questions and talking about how much fun she had that day when David turns to tell Emma to please be quiet for a little bit. The truck swerved into their lane and then everything went dark. When she woke up she was in the hospital and there was a social worker there, that was the first social worker she ever had. There were many to come after that and once she got a bit older she finally understood that her parents weren’t coming to get her because they were dead. 

She’s lived in many different places, none of them really kept her for long so she learned to stop caring so deeply for everyone who said they cared for her. She found out that more people lie than tell the truth when they say they care about you. 

This is the first place she’s been taken to that she’s stayed longer than a year. She’s been here since the summer before freshman year and now it’s senior year. Her foster mother is a woman named Ingrid who works at an ice cream shop, she has no other kids but her two nieces love to come to visit and take advantage of the free ice cream family gets. Their names are Elsa and Anna, Elsa is in the same year as Emma and then Anna is two years younger. Ingrid is nice, she’s definitely one of the better homes that Emma has had. The home isn’t the problem, the problem is Emma. She’s scared to open up to anyone and she feels guilty deep down that she’s forgetting her parents. Emma just has one photo of them, it’s her favorite thing and she looks at it every night and morning just so she can remember them. She used to remember her mom’s laugh and her dad’s smile, she even remembered the way Neil would make cute baby noises. Now she just sees them, she can’t hear them and it’s getting to her.

Ingrid has been trying to bring up adoption to Emma many times but every time the blonde teenager thinks the subject is about to be brought up she either gets up and leaves or snaps at Ingrid. Each time the woman takes it like a champ, she just smiles and tells Emma that she loves her and she’ll wait to talk about it when she’s ready.

At school, it’s basically just a normal teenage day to day life for her. She learned it’s better to just stay low and do the work so she can go to college, or at least that was how it used to be. When Emma joined the basketball team freshman year she hadn’t expected people to notice and she also didn’t expect to make such good friends with the other members of the team. That’s how she met Ruby, the rambunxious, loud, flirty, gay lanky woman who she loves so much. They met the first day at tryouts and Ruby hasn’t let her go since, now it’s mutual. 

From that day on they didn’t get to just skate through high school behind the scenes, the team got really good and they ended up going to the championships. They are now one of the main sports happening at the school, they are even beating the men’s basketball team which makes the guys annoyed but who really cares? She didn’t change because of the popularity though, it actually made her feel a little uncomfortable when people would try and talk to her like they were friends before they even said hi. Ruby does most of the talking while Emma just smiles and nods, occasionally it’s the other way around but not if Emma has anything to say about it.

Tonight is their first game of the season, Emma couldn’t be more ready for it. She loves the distraction from school and stress from college applications, it’s her escape of sorts. Another reason why she loves basketball season is that she gets to see Regina Mills almost every day, the cheerleaders practice in the same gym as the basketball team and them they always come to the basketball games. The blonde hasn’t ever spoken to Regina, it’s more like an adoration from afar. She’s seen her in the halls going to class and has even caught Regina looking at her a few times. The slight panic she would see on the brunette’s face would always make her smile, what she didn’t understand is why Regina was looking.

There is the tradition where the cheerleaders wear the jersey number of one of the basketball players on the first game, it gets a lot of hype and brings the two groups together for the year. Each time it happens she hopes that maybe Regina will get her number so that they could have a reason to talk. She had no idea that the year it happens her whole world will change.

Right before the game, they have a few minutes to find each other in the locker room and line up to go out on the court together. Emma is changing into her jersey at her locker, she was running a little late because her teacher had held her after class to talk about a paper. The blonde had no idea how thrown off she was going to be by Regina Mills wearing her number.

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Regina stood at her locker, staring at herself in the mirror in the jersey that match the blonde of her dreams and she was honestly in shock. And panicked. And nervous. And stressed. But also excited. But mostly nervous. Her eyes slowly crawled up so she was looking at her face, and she took a deep breath before brushing her hair then putting it half up like they always had to. She reapplied her red lipstick of course, as well as some more mascara, then gave herself a reassuring smile that faded when the coach announced it was time to line up.

From that moment she felt like she was having an out of body experience. She was walking, but she felt like she was floating to where the players were, which really probably made her sound crazy but here she was. The moment she found Emma her breath hitched and she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Regina, go. You’re gonna be fine. Emma’s not a bitch, I’ve actually heard she’s really nice so there’s nothing to be worried about.” Katherine’s words snapped her out of her trance and she looked at her best friend and nodded, then with a determined look she took a deep breath and finally walked the rest of the way to the blonde.

There she was, inches away from the girl she’d crushed on for three years and it was even more magical than she expected. She knew Emma was beautiful, but seeing her this close, it completely blew her composed thoughts out of the water. She cleared her throat out of nervousness and held her Pom poms in one had while she straightened the jersey with the other, then finally she spoke. “Looks like you’ll be walking with me this year,” she says with a soft chuckle, waiting for the blonde to turn around.

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Emma was setting her phone in her locker when she hears someone say something behind her, she turns around and a smile spreads across her face.

“Hi, Regina!” She turns completely towards the brunette and looks down at the brunette’s jersey-well technically her jersey. “It’s about time, I feel like I have walked with everyone but you.” 

The blonde closes her locker without turning around, it was hard to look away from Regina Mills. She looked adorable and hot all at the same time, Emma didn’t even think that was a possibility yet here she is. The blonde is playing it surprisingly cool, normally she’d be all closed off and a standoff-ish. 

It’s weird, Emma doesn’t even realize how un-Emma-like she’s acting. Ruby, who was standing next to her at her own locker raised both of her eyebrows in shock and then chuckles before going to find some other team members to tell them what she just saw. Emma Swan was flustered and smiling.

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The moment Emma smiled Regina could swear she felt herself melting into a puddle that someone would have to mop up, and when the blonde spoke and said her name, she knew she was right. Even the tone of the blondes voice was soft but there was some sort of edginess to it that Regina liked. She then chuckled at the blondes one comment.

“Well to be completely technical, you’ve only walked with three other girls and there’s twenty of us,” she says with a playful smirk. She noticed ruby run off and noticed the other players looking at them, which made Regina look down with red cheeks as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

She only looked back up when she heard the announcements start to play in the gymnasium which meant it was almost time for them. “Well, that’s our cue, we should probably get lined up,” she says and looks back at the blonde. She didnt know why she was all of a sudden terrified that she’d fall or something walking out onto the court, or trip while doing a cheer but here she was, nervous as fuck and it was all because of Emma Swan.

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The blonde chuckles at being corrected, “I guess you’re right it’s only been three others but still.” She shrugs and then notices that Regina was blushing about something. When she looked over to her friends, which is where Regina eye line was before she looked down, she saw ruby smirking at her. Emma rolled her eyes and looked back at Regina, it was time for the game and now Emma was even more pumped for it. 

Emma began to walk and noticed that Regina looked nervous which was weird to her because she has seen and watched the brunette every year that they do this as well as when she cheers and she never looked nervous before. Maybe being so close to someone makes it more obvious that someone is nervous. Either way, Emma reaches back and takes Regina’s hand gently pulling her along to the front where Emma always comes out first. When they get to their place Emma doesn’t let go of Regina’s hand, whether it was on purpose or not she’ll never admit it to anyone. 

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send a sentence .

001.   ❛ please drink some .  ❜

002.   ❛ go fuck yourself .  ❜

003.   ❛ have you eaten ?  ❜

004.   ❛ please ,  no  ,  keep your eyes open  !  ❜

005.   ❛ i can’t sleep either .  ❜

006.   ❛ you’re worthless .  ❜

007.   ❛ i never should’ve trusted you .  ❜

008.   ❛ kill me  !  kill me now  !  do it  !  ❜

009.   ❛ you’ll be okay  !  ❜

010.   ❛ i can’t do this without you .  ❜

011.   ❛ i’m scared  .  ❜

012.   ❛ it was just a dream  ,  you’re okay .  .  .  ❜

013.   ❛ you can hug me back  .  ❜

014.   ❛ you promised !  ❜

015.   ❛ i just want to be alone  .  ❜

016.   ❛ do you want me to leave  ?  ❜

017.   ❛  don’t walk away from me  !  ❜

018.   ❛ look at me  ,  i’m talking to you  !  ❜

019.   ❛ you killed him/her .  ❜

020.   ❛ who did this  ?  ❜

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(I’d love to make more connections on here! Please feel free to message me!)

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SOS

Regina: Emma! SOS

Emma: are you okay?

Emma: where are you?

Emma: gina?

Regina: I'm out of cider.

Emma: ...

Emma: so you're okay? not hurt or anything?

Regina: MY HEART IS HURT because I want more cider

Emma: SOS is for emergencies Regina!

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Cheesy Pick ups: Starter

Starter for @saviorsheriffswann 

It was one of those nights where Ruby drags her out for a few drinks, she refuses because she has work in the morning but somehow she still ends up at the bar with her and a bit tipsy. Emma never knows how it fully happens but eventually, she started to get used to it, maybe even stopped really fighting it as much. 

When she goes out Ruby always tries to get her into too small of clothes and a lot of makeup, that’s where she draws the line. When Emma goes out she doesn’t want to dress differently than how she normally does because it may give people a different idea about her than she wants. This specific night she wore black skin-tight pants, a tank top with a greyish brown leather jacket over it and her ankle boots. Her blonde locks were framing her face in waves that was pretty much her natural wave and she had her usual light makeup on.

She did have to agree that today was a good night to celebrate, she just got her own apartment in a town where she just moved to. Her best friend lives not even 10 minutes away and she has a job interview set up at the sheriff’s station to be a deputy. If that’s not a good reason to go out for the night and get wasted then Emma doesn’t know what is. Even though she does have to get up tomorrow to work at the diner that Ruby’s Granny gave her a job at, she still thinks it’s a big enough step in her life to celebrate it. 

Emma hasn’t lived in one place for longer than a year, and that was pushing it for her. She never had a permanent job, always something that she could easily find in every town or city. That limited her to waitress, bartender, bailbondsperson or some resale worker. Growing up in the system gave her bad habits and a fear of finding a home. Don’t misunderstand that though, she wants more than anything to find a place that when she leaves she just misses it but it scares the hell out of her. So far whenever she leaves it never pains her enough to go back.

But now, here she is, in Storybrooke, Maine where her best friend lives and she had always come to visit. She has been here for 9 months, most of that time was spent crashing in the Inn that Ruby’s Granny owns or on Ruby’s couch but now she’s signing a lease for half a year, which means she is stuck and she’ll pass her mark of only staying at places for a year max. It scares her to death but she’s trying not to think about it, if she ever decides that she really wants to leave she can, she’ll just have to pay for it. 

Almost everything she has ever envied other people for having she had right now in this town; she has a job, food (three meals sometimes more a day), her car, an apartment and a few friends who like to force her to go out and have fun with them because if she doesn’t the world will end. According to Ruby.

She’s feeling a bit hot right now because she had just gotten off the dance floor and away from the non-stop drunk dancing Ruby who is a bit too handsy. It’s not that Emma doesn’t like when women touch her, she just doesn’t feel that way about Ruby and she would rather not _ever _complicate things with her. Ruby is the only person that has been a somewhat constant in her life, they met back when Emma was in a group home and the lanky brunette was there as well. Ruby had a home though, the courts were just being stupid and forced her to stay there until Ruby’s granny legally adopted her. They kept in contact off and on until they were older and began to text all the time. Whenever Emma lived close enough she’d go visit her and Granny because if there was anything that felt close to home it would be them.

So back to the dancing and being hot, she decided to walk away and back to the booth that they had designated as theirs. All night she had been focusing on celebrating and her friends that she hadn’t looked around to notice how incredibly packed it was in there. That explains why she’s feeling so hot, there is like no oxygen left in the building.

She starts to drink a water that one of her other friends comes back with and closes her eyes to cherish the taste, her mouth is numb from the alcohol but the icy cold water soothes it. When she opens her eyes they land on a woman at the bar, the blonde doesn’t know how or why it happened but it’s too late now. She stood up, there were a few questions shouted at her by friends that were at the table with her on where she was going and if she’s okay. All she knew was that she wanted to go over to the bar and see this woman.

She doesn’t believe in fate…

She doesn’t believe in destiny…

but apparently drunk Emma does because she didn’t care about any logical reason not to walk up to a complete stranger. She also didn’t care that they were technically in a club that wasn’t designated for LGBT, so it was more than likely she was not into women. Yet, here she is, standing right beside the woman sitting at the bar who looks to be waiting for someone and that’s still not enough for drunk Emma apparently she wants to talk. 

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

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Anyone who knew Regina, knew that she was never the type to go out to a bar unless she was going through a crisis of some sort and needed a drink other than her own alcoholic apple cider. She didn’t like going to bars, mainly because of the people she’d run into, or the comments she’d start getting as soon as she walked in the door. She didn’t even dress provocatively, just usually in her normal pantsuits she wore to work, but still she’d receive cat calls and whatnot from drunks at the bar or on the dance floor. She also never liked to be anywhere that was loud, and to her this was the loudest place she’d ever been and ever go to.

The only reason she was here tonight, is that she’d agreed to go on a date with Graham, the current sheriff of Storybrooke, and it was about the tenth time he’d asked her so she finally just caved and agreed even though she wasn’t really looking for a relationship or anything of the sort at the moment.

Reginas childhood had been a rough one to say the least. Living with an abusive mother for a large portion of her life had taken its toll on her. She was always taught to basically be perfect, and everywhere she went she heard her mother’s voice in her head, especially when she’d go to the bar. ‘Regina dear why are you in such a place surrounded by these types of people? You are a Mills, so act like it.’ She immediately straightened herself at the bar, but didn’t actually get up.

There was another struggle that Regina had been facing her whole life that not a single soul knew about, and that was her sexuality. She’d always found women beautiful, and interesting, but she also found them attractive which was a totally different thing. It had first concerned her at a school dance she attended when she was younger, when she was friends with the principals daughter. They were both sixteen, young and stupid, both of them from similar families. Regina had found her crying in a secluded hallway in the school when she was trying to escape herself, and they ended up sharing a kiss that scared the both of them. They never talked after that but that didn’t change the fact that Regina thought of that loss every day of her life, wondering why she actually liked it. Wasn’t that wrong? Of course it was. If her mother knew about it Regina would be dead.

So many thoughts swirled through the brunettes mind as she swirled her vodka drink in her glass, waiting for her date that was thirty minutes late. She was being stood up, she knew that, but she didn’t want to leave looking embarrassed so there she sat, staring into the void, only snapped out of it when she heard a voice. She turned her head and raised her eyebrows a bit. It was the blonde she’d seen around town a few times, she didn’t know her, didn’t even know her name but she’d thought she was beautiful ever since she saw her the first time. She laughed at the words that came out of the blondes mouth.

“Oh, it’s definitely me,” she replied with a shrug, then sipped her drink. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a dud after all.

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Emma smiles at the brunette’s answer, just because she responded to the flirting Emma was drunkenly dishing out didn’t mean anything but she’d take it. Once the woman replied she moved to take a seat next to her by the bar, ordering herself a drink and then turning just her head to speak to the brunette.

“Would you like a new drink?” When she headed over here to speak to the beautiful brunette she hadn’t realized just how wrong that statement was. She wasn’t just beautiful, there wasn’t even a word to describe what Emma thought she was. This woman was exactly Emma’s type, she radiated authority and ‘don’t fuck with me unless you can handle it’ which made Emma want to try even more.

Her eyes followed every movement that the other woman made, tracing her face once she took her glass to her lips to have a drink. That’s when she noticed the scar and damn did she notice it. Her drunken mind decided that she should speak the thoughts in her head once again, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever encountered.”

Emma isn’t a sloppy drunk, she still usually looks completely sober but her mouth loosens completely. Everything she thinks and never says comes out and it never seems to stop, the next morning she is always completely embarrassed and says she will never drink again. Emma also usually ends up blaming Ruby since it is always her idea to go out. 

She smiles at the brunette realizing she doesn’t know what the woman’s name is and vice versa. 

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Regina looked at the blonde just for a moment to take her in before looking back down at her empty glass. As she listened to the other woman’s question about wanting a new drink, she had to think for a moment. She had a few options. She could either say no and go home since she was clearly stood up and just get completely drunk on apple cider by herself, or she could let the blond ebuy her a drink and just see where the night could lead to. Before she could even really make the decision, her mouth moved for her.

“Actually, I think I would like a new drink,” she said with a slight smirk. What could be the harm? It was just a drink. She was watching the bartender make her new drink when the blondes next statement completely caught her off guard and took her by surprise, and she did something she absolutely never did; she blushed. Regina Mills has red cheeks because of some stranger in a bar that called her the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Of course it caught her off guard, she wasn’t used t hearing things like that.

She cleared her throat and quickly took a sip of her new drink, then looked back at the blonde and pulled herself together with a sly smile. “Oh, well thank you dear. I suppose you’re not too bad yourself,” she says as she looks the blonde up and down. She decides she’d play along for now, considering she doesn’t really have anything to lose.

“My name is Regina. Could I get /you/ a drink?”

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It was a nice feeling, being able to make Regina blush from the compliment. She doesn’t really know why she did though because Emma is sure that the brunette knows she’s gorgeous. She smiles at the compliment that was given to her as well, “Thanks.” Emma winks and grabs ahold of the beer that she ordered the moment she sat next to Regina, “I already ordered one but maybe the next round?” 

Emma angles herself so she’s facing Regina now, that name fits her all too well. She remembers for some reason that Regina means queen, and god damn does that make perfect sense for her. As she appreciates the view in front of her, taking in all there is and memorizing it as much as she can she realizes she didn’t introduce herself.

“I’m Emma by the way, Emma Swan. So tell me, what are you doing here all alone? Are you waiting for someone? Hopefully not a boyfriend or girlfriend…” Emma leans her elbow closest to the counter on the counter with the beer she chose to drink in her other hand resting on her thigh. Her feet are propped up on the stool bar since she was sitting on one of those tall stools. 

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Regina glances at the beer and chuckles a bit, then nods. “Next round then,” she says a bit loudly over the music that was now playing. She angled herself a bit towards the blonde too without even noticing, and finally got a good look at the woman and she really was breathtaking. She had beautiful green eyes that she felt like she could see the world in, they had a certain sparkle that she hadn’t seen in someone in a very long time. She had a smile that was bright and confident, and she liked that. She quite liked the blondes attitude too, how she seemed so sure of herself. She always played it off that that annoyed her, but really it was kind of a turn on, especially when she was intoxicated.

She smiled at the woman’s name. Emma. It suited her, it was simple yet beautiful which is exactly how the woman seemed. The question that followed the name had her raising her eyebrows and looking at the door before looking back at Emma and shrugging. “Definitely not a boyfriend or girlfriend,” she says and chuckles, then bites her lip before continuing. “I was waiting for someone though, but it seems I’ve been stood up even though he’s pestered me for months. I finally agree to a drink and he doesn’t show up. Oh well right?” She says with a laugh and takes another drink.

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Emma had expected a million and one reasons on why Regina would be sitting at this bar alone, but her being stood up was not one of the possibilities.

“what the hell,” she has to sit her beer down and turn her full attention to the woman. “That’s not possible, no one would be that stupid.” Emma shakes her head and then she gets an idea and a small little smile on her face before she stands up. 

“come on,” Emma holds out her hand to the brunette as the music pumps surrounding them. All her friends were somewhere in the club either embarrassing themselves or having a good time. The blonde decides that this is her moment where she either gets to embarrass herself or have a good time, she’s voting for a good time. 

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I Wear Short Skirts, She Wears T-Shirts

Highschool RP starter for @yellowbuggedsavior

Regina mills had worked her ass off to get where she was currently. She struggled really all throughout elementary, through middle school, and through freshman year with several things. She was bullied for how she looked, which really was kinda normal. She was thin, but not too thin, but she was a little curvy. She wore glasses and had braces in middle school, so she was obviously called four-eyes and brace-face, sometimes even metal mouth. She wasn’t athletic at all in middle school, in fact that’s how she earned another nickname; butterfingers. They’d always play whiffle ball in her PE class and she never could catch the ball, until her final day in the class when she finally caught it and got a girl out. Nobody would expect someone to say that whiffle ball changed their lives, but for Regina it did.

Her catching that whiffle ball showed that she actually /could,/ and that was more motivation than any to basically fix herself, and that’s how she worked her way up to now, senior year, Captain of the cheerleading team. She was a different person really, and definitely one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High, even though basically everyone knew her story. She’d even come out as gay at the beginning of the year and she was terrified that she’d be the outcast yet again, but that wasn’t the case in the slightest.

A semester into the school year meant that it was time for girls basketball, which was reginas personal favorite sport to cheer for for obvious reasons. She’d been crushing on Emma Swan, Star of the team for as long as she could remember, but Emma had never even looked at her that way or so she thought. She was basically on the cheerleading squad /because/ she knew she’d get to cheer for Emma, but she figured that was as far as she’d get.

School tradition was that on the day of the girls’ first game, all the cheerleaders would wear a jersey to match one of the girls on the team as a way of showing school spirit, and for three years she’d hoped and prayed that she’d get Emma’s number because that would mean she’d get to walk her out into the court that night, but then again she was always relieved when she didn’t get Emma’s Jersey. They were lined up in the locker room to get them now, and her best friend Katherine could see the nervousness take over Regina just like it always had.

“It’s your last chance. Senior year. Maybe you’ll get lucky this time,” she says with a smirk and a nudge, earning an eye roll from the brunette as they took a step forward. Little did Regina know, that the entire squad arranged for her to finally get the basketball blondies Jersey, and when she stepped up to the coach and looked down at it, her eyes widened.

Number 23.

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Emma Swan isn’t the typical stereotypical jock that is seen on TV shows or movies, she doesn’t treat the people around her like they are less than or below her. Part of the reason for that is because she knows how it feels to be treated that way, Emma’s felt that way her whole life. Well at least for most of it, since she was 5. The first five years of her life were amazing from what she can remember, her parents both loved her like she was their entire world and she even had a little brother named Neil who she didn’t hate. That all changed on her 5th birthday though, it was one of those things no one could have seen coming. They were on a dark road on the way home from the store, David; Emma’s dad decided to take the back roads so that maybe Neil would fall asleep on the way back without all the headlights driving by. Emma kept asking her parents questions and talking about how much fun she had that day when David turns to tell Emma to please be quiet for a little bit. The truck swerved into their lane and then everything went dark. When she woke up she was in the hospital and there was a social worker there, that was the first social worker she ever had. There were many to come after that and once she got a bit older she finally understood that her parents weren’t coming to get her because they were dead. 

She’s lived in many different places, none of them really kept her for long so she learned to stop caring so deeply for everyone who said they cared for her. She found out that more people lie than tell the truth when they say they care about you. 

This is the first place she’s been taken to that she’s stayed longer than a year. She’s been here since the summer before freshman year and now it’s senior year. Her foster mother is a woman named Ingrid who works at an ice cream shop, she has no other kids but her two nieces love to come to visit and take advantage of the free ice cream family gets. Their names are Elsa and Anna, Elsa is in the same year as Emma and then Anna is two years younger. Ingrid is nice, she’s definitely one of the better homes that Emma has had. The home isn’t the problem, the problem is Emma. She’s scared to open up to anyone and she feels guilty deep down that she’s forgetting her parents. Emma just has one photo of them, it’s her favorite thing and she looks at it every night and morning just so she can remember them. She used to remember her mom’s laugh and her dad’s smile, she even remembered the way Neil would make cute baby noises. Now she just sees them, she can’t hear them and it’s getting to her.

Ingrid has been trying to bring up adoption to Emma many times but every time the blonde teenager thinks the subject is about to be brought up she either gets up and leaves or snaps at Ingrid. Each time the woman takes it like a champ, she just smiles and tells Emma that she loves her and she’ll wait to talk about it when she’s ready.

At school, it’s basically just a normal teenage day to day life for her. She learned it’s better to just stay low and do the work so she can go to college, or at least that was how it used to be. When Emma joined the basketball team freshman year she hadn’t expected people to notice and she also didn’t expect to make such good friends with the other members of the team. That’s how she met Ruby, the rambunxious, loud, flirty, gay lanky woman who she loves so much. They met the first day at tryouts and Ruby hasn’t let her go since, now it’s mutual. 

From that day on they didn’t get to just skate through high school behind the scenes, the team got really good and they ended up going to the championships. They are now one of the main sports happening at the school, they are even beating the men’s basketball team which makes the guys annoyed but who really cares? She didn’t change because of the popularity though, it actually made her feel a little uncomfortable when people would try and talk to her like they were friends before they even said hi. Ruby does most of the talking while Emma just smiles and nods, occasionally it’s the other way around but not if Emma has anything to say about it.

Tonight is their first game of the season, Emma couldn’t be more ready for it. She loves the distraction from school and stress from college applications, it’s her escape of sorts. Another reason why she loves basketball season is that she gets to see Regina Mills almost every day, the cheerleaders practice in the same gym as the basketball team and them they always come to the basketball games. The blonde hasn’t ever spoken to Regina, it’s more like an adoration from afar. She’s seen her in the halls going to class and has even caught Regina looking at her a few times. The slight panic she would see on the brunette’s face would always make her smile, what she didn’t understand is why Regina was looking.

There is the tradition where the cheerleaders wear the jersey number of one of the basketball players on the first game, it gets a lot of hype and brings the two groups together for the year. Each time it happens she hopes that maybe Regina will get her number so that they could have a reason to talk. She had no idea that the year it happens her whole world will change.

Right before the game, they have a few minutes to find each other in the locker room and line up to go out on the court together. Emma is changing into her jersey at her locker, she was running a little late because her teacher had held her after class to talk about a paper. The blonde had no idea how thrown off she was going to be by Regina Mills wearing her number.

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Regina stood at her locker, staring at herself in the mirror in the jersey that match the blonde of her dreams and she was honestly in shock. And panicked. And nervous. And stressed. But also excited. But mostly nervous. Her eyes slowly crawled up so she was looking at her face, and she took a deep breath before brushing her hair then putting it half up like they always had to. She reapplied her red lipstick of course, as well as some more mascara, then gave herself a reassuring smile that faded when the coach announced it was time to line up.

From that moment she felt like she was having an out of body experience. She was walking, but she felt like she was floating to where the players were, which really probably made her sound crazy but here she was. The moment she found Emma her breath hitched and she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Regina, go. You’re gonna be fine. Emma’s not a bitch, I’ve actually heard she’s really nice so there’s nothing to be worried about.” Katherine’s words snapped her out of her trance and she looked at her best friend and nodded, then with a determined look she took a deep breath and finally walked the rest of the way to the blonde.

There she was, inches away from the girl she’d crushed on for three years and it was even more magical than she expected. She knew Emma was beautiful, but seeing her this close, it completely blew her composed thoughts out of the water. She cleared her throat out of nervousness and held her Pom poms in one had while she straightened the jersey with the other, then finally she spoke. “Looks like you’ll be walking with me this year,” she says with a soft chuckle, waiting for the blonde to turn around.

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Emma was setting her phone in her locker when she hears someone say something behind her, she turns around and a smile spreads across her face.

“Hi, Regina!” She turns completely towards the brunette and looks down at the brunette’s jersey-well technically her jersey. “It’s about time, I feel like I have walked with everyone but you.” 

The blonde closes her locker without turning around, it was hard to look away from Regina Mills. She looked adorable and hot all at the same time, Emma didn’t even think that was a possibility yet here she is. The blonde is playing it surprisingly cool, normally she’d be all closed off and a standoff-ish. 

It’s weird, Emma doesn’t even realize how un-Emma-like she’s acting. Ruby, who was standing next to her at her own locker raised both of her eyebrows in shock and then chuckles before going to find some other team members to tell them what she just saw. Emma Swan was flustered and smiling.

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I Wear Short Skirts, She Wears T-Shirts

Highschool RP starter for @yellowbuggedsavior

Regina mills had worked her ass off to get where she was currently. She struggled really all throughout elementary, through middle school, and through freshman year with several things. She was bullied for how she looked, which really was kinda normal. She was thin, but not too thin, but she was a little curvy. She wore glasses and had braces in middle school, so she was obviously called four-eyes and brace-face, sometimes even metal mouth. She wasn’t athletic at all in middle school, in fact that’s how she earned another nickname; butterfingers. They’d always play whiffle ball in her PE class and she never could catch the ball, until her final day in the class when she finally caught it and got a girl out. Nobody would expect someone to say that whiffle ball changed their lives, but for Regina it did.

Her catching that whiffle ball showed that she actually /could,/ and that was more motivation than any to basically fix herself, and that’s how she worked her way up to now, senior year, Captain of the cheerleading team. She was a different person really, and definitely one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High, even though basically everyone knew her story. She’d even come out as gay at the beginning of the year and she was terrified that she’d be the outcast yet again, but that wasn’t the case in the slightest.

A semester into the school year meant that it was time for girls basketball, which was reginas personal favorite sport to cheer for for obvious reasons. She’d been crushing on Emma Swan, Star of the team for as long as she could remember, but Emma had never even looked at her that way or so she thought. She was basically on the cheerleading squad /because/ she knew she’d get to cheer for Emma, but she figured that was as far as she’d get.

School tradition was that on the day of the girls’ first game, all the cheerleaders would wear a jersey to match one of the girls on the team as a way of showing school spirit, and for three years she’d hoped and prayed that she’d get Emma’s number because that would mean she’d get to walk her out into the court that night, but then again she was always relieved when she didn’t get Emma’s Jersey. They were lined up in the locker room to get them now, and her best friend Katherine could see the nervousness take over Regina just like it always had.

“It’s your last chance. Senior year. Maybe you’ll get lucky this time,” she says with a smirk and a nudge, earning an eye roll from the brunette as they took a step forward. Little did Regina know, that the entire squad arranged for her to finally get the basketball blondies Jersey, and when she stepped up to the coach and looked down at it, her eyes widened.

Number 23.

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Emma Swan isn’t the typical stereotypical jock that is seen on TV shows or movies, she doesn’t treat the people around her like they are less than or below her. Part of the reason for that is because she knows how it feels to be treated that way, Emma’s felt that way her whole life. Well at least for most of it, since she was 5. The first five years of her life were amazing from what she can remember, her parents both loved her like she was their entire world and she even had a little brother named Neil who she didn’t hate. That all changed on her 5th birthday though, it was one of those things no one could have seen coming. They were on a dark road on the way home from the store, David; Emma’s dad decided to take the back roads so that maybe Neil would fall asleep on the way back without all the headlights driving by. Emma kept asking her parents questions and talking about how much fun she had that day when David turns to tell Emma to please be quiet for a little bit. The truck swerved into their lane and then everything went dark. When she woke up she was in the hospital and there was a social worker there, that was the first social worker she ever had. There were many to come after that and once she got a bit older she finally understood that her parents weren’t coming to get her because they were dead. 

She’s lived in many different places, none of them really kept her for long so she learned to stop caring so deeply for everyone who said they cared for her. She found out that more people lie than tell the truth when they say they care about you. 

This is the first place she’s been taken to that she’s stayed longer than a year. She’s been here since the summer before freshman year and now it’s senior year. Her foster mother is a woman named Ingrid who works at an ice cream shop, she has no other kids but her two nieces love to come to visit and take advantage of the free ice cream family gets. Their names are Elsa and Anna, Elsa is in the same year as Emma and then Anna is two years younger. Ingrid is nice, she’s definitely one of the better homes that Emma has had. The home isn’t the problem, the problem is Emma. She’s scared to open up to anyone and she feels guilty deep down that she’s forgetting her parents. Emma just has one photo of them, it’s her favorite thing and she looks at it every night and morning just so she can remember them. She used to remember her mom’s laugh and her dad’s smile, she even remembered the way Neil would make cute baby noises. Now she just sees them, she can’t hear them and it’s getting to her.

Ingrid has been trying to bring up adoption to Emma many times but every time the blonde teenager thinks the subject is about to be brought up she either gets up and leaves or snaps at Ingrid. Each time the woman takes it like a champ, she just smiles and tells Emma that she loves her and she’ll wait to talk about it when she’s ready.

At school, it’s basically just a normal teenage day to day life for her. She learned it’s better to just stay low and do the work so she can go to college, or at least that was how it used to be. When Emma joined the basketball team freshman year she hadn’t expected people to notice and she also didn’t expect to make such good friends with the other members of the team. That’s how she met Ruby, the rambunxious, loud, flirty, gay lanky woman who she loves so much. They met the first day at tryouts and Ruby hasn’t let her go since, now it’s mutual. 

From that day on they didn’t get to just skate through high school behind the scenes, the team got really good and they ended up going to the championships. They are now one of the main sports happening at the school, they are even beating the men’s basketball team which makes the guys annoyed but who really cares? She didn’t change because of the popularity though, it actually made her feel a little uncomfortable when people would try and talk to her like they were friends before they even said hi. Ruby does most of the talking while Emma just smiles and nods, occasionally it’s the other way around but not if Emma has anything to say about it.

Tonight is their first game of the season, Emma couldn’t be more ready for it. She loves the distraction from school and stress from college applications, it’s her escape of sorts. Another reason why she loves basketball season is that she gets to see Regina Mills almost every day, the cheerleaders practice in the same gym as the basketball team and them they always come to the basketball games. The blonde hasn’t ever spoken to Regina, it’s more like an adoration from afar. She’s seen her in the halls going to class and has even caught Regina looking at her a few times. The slight panic she would see on the brunette’s face would always make her smile, what she didn’t understand is why Regina was looking.

There is the tradition where the cheerleaders wear the jersey number of one of the basketball players on the first game, it gets a lot of hype and brings the two groups together for the year. Each time it happens she hopes that maybe Regina will get her number so that they could have a reason to talk. She had no idea that the year it happens her whole world will change.

Right before the game, they have a few minutes to find each other in the locker room and line up to go out on the court together. Emma is changing into her jersey at her locker, she was running a little late because her teacher had held her after class to talk about a paper. The blonde had no idea how thrown off she was going to be by Regina Mills wearing her number.

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Cheesy Pick ups: Starter

Starter for @saviorsheriffswann 

It was one of those nights where Ruby drags her out for a few drinks, she refuses because she has work in the morning but somehow she still ends up at the bar with her and a bit tipsy. Emma never knows how it fully happens but eventually, she started to get used to it, maybe even stopped really fighting it as much. 

When she goes out Ruby always tries to get her into too small of clothes and a lot of makeup, that’s where she draws the line. When Emma goes out she doesn’t want to dress differently than how she normally does because it may give people a different idea about her than she wants. This specific night she wore black skin-tight pants, a tank top with a greyish brown leather jacket over it and her ankle boots. Her blonde locks were framing her face in waves that was pretty much her natural wave and she had her usual light makeup on.

She did have to agree that today was a good night to celebrate, she just got her own apartment in a town where she just moved to. Her best friend lives not even 10 minutes away and she has a job interview set up at the sheriff’s station to be a deputy. If that’s not a good reason to go out for the night and get wasted then Emma doesn’t know what is. Even though she does have to get up tomorrow to work at the diner that Ruby’s Granny gave her a job at, she still thinks it’s a big enough step in her life to celebrate it. 

Emma hasn’t lived in one place for longer than a year, and that was pushing it for her. She never had a permanent job, always something that she could easily find in every town or city. That limited her to waitress, bartender, bailbondsperson or some resale worker. Growing up in the system gave her bad habits and a fear of finding a home. Don’t misunderstand that though, she wants more than anything to find a place that when she leaves she just misses it but it scares the hell out of her. So far whenever she leaves it never pains her enough to go back.

But now, here she is, in Storybrooke, Maine where her best friend lives and she had always come to visit. She has been here for 9 months, most of that time was spent crashing in the Inn that Ruby’s Granny owns or on Ruby’s couch but now she’s signing a lease for half a year, which means she is stuck and she’ll pass her mark of only staying at places for a year max. It scares her to death but she’s trying not to think about it, if she ever decides that she really wants to leave she can, she’ll just have to pay for it. 

Almost everything she has ever envied other people for having she had right now in this town; she has a job, food (three meals sometimes more a day), her car, an apartment and a few friends who like to force her to go out and have fun with them because if she doesn’t the world will end. According to Ruby.

She’s feeling a bit hot right now because she had just gotten off the dance floor and away from the non-stop drunk dancing Ruby who is a bit too handsy. It’s not that Emma doesn’t like when women touch her, she just doesn’t feel that way about Ruby and she would rather not _ever _complicate things with her. Ruby is the only person that has been a somewhat constant in her life, they met back when Emma was in a group home and the lanky brunette was there as well. Ruby had a home though, the courts were just being stupid and forced her to stay there until Ruby’s granny legally adopted her. They kept in contact off and on until they were older and began to text all the time. Whenever Emma lived close enough she’d go visit her and Granny because if there was anything that felt close to home it would be them.

So back to the dancing and being hot, she decided to walk away and back to the booth that they had designated as theirs. All night she had been focusing on celebrating and her friends that she hadn’t looked around to notice how incredibly packed it was in there. That explains why she’s feeling so hot, there is like no oxygen left in the building.

She starts to drink a water that one of her other friends comes back with and closes her eyes to cherish the taste, her mouth is numb from the alcohol but the icy cold water soothes it. When she opens her eyes they land on a woman at the bar, the blonde doesn’t know how or why it happened but it’s too late now. She stood up, there were a few questions shouted at her by friends that were at the table with her on where she was going and if she’s okay. All she knew was that she wanted to go over to the bar and see this woman.

She doesn’t believe in fate…

She doesn’t believe in destiny…

but apparently drunk Emma does because she didn’t care about any logical reason not to walk up to a complete stranger. She also didn’t care that they were technically in a club that wasn’t designated for LGBT, so it was more than likely she was not into women. Yet, here she is, standing right beside the woman sitting at the bar who looks to be waiting for someone and that’s still not enough for drunk Emma apparently she wants to talk. 

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

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Anyone who knew Regina, knew that she was never the type to go out to a bar unless she was going through a crisis of some sort and needed a drink other than her own alcoholic apple cider. She didn’t like going to bars, mainly because of the people she’d run into, or the comments she’d start getting as soon as she walked in the door. She didn’t even dress provocatively, just usually in her normal pantsuits she wore to work, but still she’d receive cat calls and whatnot from drunks at the bar or on the dance floor. She also never liked to be anywhere that was loud, and to her this was the loudest place she’d ever been and ever go to.

The only reason she was here tonight, is that she’d agreed to go on a date with Graham, the current sheriff of Storybrooke, and it was about the tenth time he’d asked her so she finally just caved and agreed even though she wasn’t really looking for a relationship or anything of the sort at the moment.

Reginas childhood had been a rough one to say the least. Living with an abusive mother for a large portion of her life had taken its toll on her. She was always taught to basically be perfect, and everywhere she went she heard her mother’s voice in her head, especially when she’d go to the bar. ‘Regina dear why are you in such a place surrounded by these types of people? You are a Mills, so act like it.’ She immediately straightened herself at the bar, but didn’t actually get up.

There was another struggle that Regina had been facing her whole life that not a single soul knew about, and that was her sexuality. She’d always found women beautiful, and interesting, but she also found them attractive which was a totally different thing. It had first concerned her at a school dance she attended when she was younger, when she was friends with the principals daughter. They were both sixteen, young and stupid, both of them from similar families. Regina had found her crying in a secluded hallway in the school when she was trying to escape herself, and they ended up sharing a kiss that scared the both of them. They never talked after that but that didn’t change the fact that Regina thought of that loss every day of her life, wondering why she actually liked it. Wasn’t that wrong? Of course it was. If her mother knew about it Regina would be dead.

So many thoughts swirled through the brunettes mind as she swirled her vodka drink in her glass, waiting for her date that was thirty minutes late. She was being stood up, she knew that, but she didn’t want to leave looking embarrassed so there she sat, staring into the void, only snapped out of it when she heard a voice. She turned her head and raised her eyebrows a bit. It was the blonde she’d seen around town a few times, she didn’t know her, didn’t even know her name but she’d thought she was beautiful ever since she saw her the first time. She laughed at the words that came out of the blondes mouth.

“Oh, it’s definitely me,” she replied with a shrug, then sipped her drink. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a dud after all.

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Emma smiles at the brunette’s answer, just because she responded to the flirting Emma was drunkenly dishing out didn’t mean anything but she’d take it. Once the woman replied she moved to take a seat next to her by the bar, ordering herself a drink and then turning just her head to speak to the brunette.

“Would you like a new drink?” When she headed over here to speak to the beautiful brunette she hadn’t realized just how wrong that statement was. She wasn’t just beautiful, there wasn’t even a word to describe what Emma thought she was. This woman was exactly Emma’s type, she radiated authority and ‘don’t fuck with me unless you can handle it’ which made Emma want to try even more.

Her eyes followed every movement that the other woman made, tracing her face once she took her glass to her lips to have a drink. That’s when she noticed the scar and damn did she notice it. Her drunken mind decided that she should speak the thoughts in her head once again, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever encountered.”

Emma isn’t a sloppy drunk, she still usually looks completely sober but her mouth loosens completely. Everything she thinks and never says comes out and it never seems to stop, the next morning she is always completely embarrassed and says she will never drink again. Emma also usually ends up blaming Ruby since it is always her idea to go out. 

She smiles at the brunette realizing she doesn’t know what the woman’s name is and vice versa. 

[saviorsheriffswann-blog]

Regina looked at the blonde just for a moment to take her in before looking back down at her empty glass. As she listened to the other woman’s question about wanting a new drink, she had to think for a moment. She had a few options. She could either say no and go home since she was clearly stood up and just get completely drunk on apple cider by herself, or she could let the blond ebuy her a drink and just see where the night could lead to. Before she could even really make the decision, her mouth moved for her.

“Actually, I think I would like a new drink,” she said with a slight smirk. What could be the harm? It was just a drink. She was watching the bartender make her new drink when the blondes next statement completely caught her off guard and took her by surprise, and she did something she absolutely never did; she blushed. Regina Mills has red cheeks because of some stranger in a bar that called her the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Of course it caught her off guard, she wasn’t used t hearing things like that.

She cleared her throat and quickly took a sip of her new drink, then looked back at the blonde and pulled herself together with a sly smile. “Oh, well thank you dear. I suppose you’re not too bad yourself,” she says as she looks the blonde up and down. She decides she’d play along for now, considering she doesn’t really have anything to lose.

“My name is Regina. Could I get /you/ a drink?”

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It was a nice feeling, being able to make Regina blush from the compliment. She doesn’t really know why she did though because Emma is sure that the brunette knows she’s gorgeous. She smiles at the compliment that was given to her as well, “Thanks.” Emma winks and grabs ahold of the beer that she ordered the moment she sat next to Regina, “I already ordered one but maybe the next round?” 

Emma angles herself so she’s facing Regina now, that name fits her all too well. She remembers for some reason that Regina means queen, and god damn does that make perfect sense for her. As she appreciates the view in front of her, taking in all there is and memorizing it as much as she can she realizes she didn’t introduce herself.

“I’m Emma by the way, Emma Swan. So tell me, what are you doing here all alone? Are you waiting for someone? Hopefully not a boyfriend or girlfriend...” Emma leans her elbow closest to the counter on the counter with the beer she chose to drink in her other hand resting on her thigh. Her feet are propped up on the stool bar since she was sitting on one of those tall stools. 

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Reblog this if you’re 18+ or 21+.

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Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes

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Cheesy Pick ups: Starter

Starter for @saviorsheriffswann 

It was one of those nights where Ruby drags her out for a few drinks, she refuses because she has work in the morning but somehow she still ends up at the bar with her and a bit tipsy. Emma never knows how it fully happens but eventually, she started to get used to it, maybe even stopped really fighting it as much. 

When she goes out Ruby always tries to get her into too small of clothes and a lot of makeup, that’s where she draws the line. When Emma goes out she doesn’t want to dress differently than how she normally does because it may give people a different idea about her than she wants. This specific night she wore black skin-tight pants, a tank top with a greyish brown leather jacket over it and her ankle boots. Her blonde locks were framing her face in waves that was pretty much her natural wave and she had her usual light makeup on.

She did have to agree that today was a good night to celebrate, she just got her own apartment in a town where she just moved to. Her best friend lives not even 10 minutes away and she has a job interview set up at the sheriff’s station to be a deputy. If that’s not a good reason to go out for the night and get wasted then Emma doesn’t know what is. Even though she does have to get up tomorrow to work at the diner that Ruby’s Granny gave her a job at, she still thinks it’s a big enough step in her life to celebrate it. 

Emma hasn’t lived in one place for longer than a year, and that was pushing it for her. She never had a permanent job, always something that she could easily find in every town or city. That limited her to waitress, bartender, bailbondsperson or some resale worker. Growing up in the system gave her bad habits and a fear of finding a home. Don’t misunderstand that though, she wants more than anything to find a place that when she leaves she just misses it but it scares the hell out of her. So far whenever she leaves it never pains her enough to go back.

But now, here she is, in Storybrooke, Maine where her best friend lives and she had always come to visit. She has been here for 9 months, most of that time was spent crashing in the Inn that Ruby’s Granny owns or on Ruby’s couch but now she’s signing a lease for half a year, which means she is stuck and she’ll pass her mark of only staying at places for a year max. It scares her to death but she’s trying not to think about it, if she ever decides that she really wants to leave she can, she’ll just have to pay for it. 

Almost everything she has ever envied other people for having she had right now in this town; she has a job, food (three meals sometimes more a day), her car, an apartment and a few friends who like to force her to go out and have fun with them because if she doesn’t the world will end. According to Ruby.

She’s feeling a bit hot right now because she had just gotten off the dance floor and away from the non-stop drunk dancing Ruby who is a bit too handsy. It’s not that Emma doesn’t like when women touch her, she just doesn’t feel that way about Ruby and she would rather not _ever _complicate things with her. Ruby is the only person that has been a somewhat constant in her life, they met back when Emma was in a group home and the lanky brunette was there as well. Ruby had a home though, the courts were just being stupid and forced her to stay there until Ruby’s granny legally adopted her. They kept in contact off and on until they were older and began to text all the time. Whenever Emma lived close enough she’d go visit her and Granny because if there was anything that felt close to home it would be them.

So back to the dancing and being hot, she decided to walk away and back to the booth that they had designated as theirs. All night she had been focusing on celebrating and her friends that she hadn’t looked around to notice how incredibly packed it was in there. That explains why she’s feeling so hot, there is like no oxygen left in the building.

She starts to drink a water that one of her other friends comes back with and closes her eyes to cherish the taste, her mouth is numb from the alcohol but the icy cold water soothes it. When she opens her eyes they land on a woman at the bar, the blonde doesn’t know how or why it happened but it’s too late now. She stood up, there were a few questions shouted at her by friends that were at the table with her on where she was going and if she’s okay. All she knew was that she wanted to go over to the bar and see this woman.

She doesn’t believe in fate…

She doesn’t believe in destiny…

but apparently drunk Emma does because she didn’t care about any logical reason not to walk up to a complete stranger. She also didn’t care that they were technically in a club that wasn’t designated for LGBT, so it was more than likely she was not into women. Yet, here she is, standing right beside the woman sitting at the bar who looks to be waiting for someone and that’s still not enough for drunk Emma apparently she wants to talk. 

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

[saviorsheriffswann-blog]

Anyone who knew Regina, knew that she was never the type to go out to a bar unless she was going through a crisis of some sort and needed a drink other than her own alcoholic apple cider. She didn’t like going to bars, mainly because of the people she’d run into, or the comments she’d start getting as soon as she walked in the door. She didn’t even dress provocatively, just usually in her normal pantsuits she wore to work, but still she’d receive cat calls and whatnot from drunks at the bar or on the dance floor. She also never liked to be anywhere that was loud, and to her this was the loudest place she’d ever been and ever go to.

The only reason she was here tonight, is that she’d agreed to go on a date with Graham, the current sheriff of Storybrooke, and it was about the tenth time he’d asked her so she finally just caved and agreed even though she wasn’t really looking for a relationship or anything of the sort at the moment.

Reginas childhood had been a rough one to say the least. Living with an abusive mother for a large portion of her life had taken its toll on her. She was always taught to basically be perfect, and everywhere she went she heard her mother’s voice in her head, especially when she’d go to the bar. ‘Regina dear why are you in such a place surrounded by these types of people? You are a Mills, so act like it.’ She immediately straightened herself at the bar, but didn’t actually get up.

There was another struggle that Regina had been facing her whole life that not a single soul knew about, and that was her sexuality. She’d always found women beautiful, and interesting, but she also found them attractive which was a totally different thing. It had first concerned her at a school dance she attended when she was younger, when she was friends with the principals daughter. They were both sixteen, young and stupid, both of them from similar families. Regina had found her crying in a secluded hallway in the school when she was trying to escape herself, and they ended up sharing a kiss that scared the both of them. They never talked after that but that didn’t change the fact that Regina thought of that loss every day of her life, wondering why she actually liked it. Wasn’t that wrong? Of course it was. If her mother knew about it Regina would be dead.

So many thoughts swirled through the brunettes mind as she swirled her vodka drink in her glass, waiting for her date that was thirty minutes late. She was being stood up, she knew that, but she didn’t want to leave looking embarrassed so there she sat, staring into the void, only snapped out of it when she heard a voice. She turned her head and raised her eyebrows a bit. It was the blonde she’d seen around town a few times, she didn’t know her, didn’t even know her name but she’d thought she was beautiful ever since she saw her the first time. She laughed at the words that came out of the blondes mouth.

“Oh, it’s definitely me,” she replied with a shrug, then sipped her drink. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a dud after all.

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Emma smiles at the brunette’s answer, just because she responded to the flirting Emma was drunkenly dishing out didn’t mean anything but she’d take it. Once the woman replied she moved to take a seat next to her by the bar, ordering herself a drink and then turning just her head to speak to the brunette.

“Would you like a new drink?” When she headed over here to speak to the beautiful brunette she hadn’t realized just how wrong that statement was. She wasn’t just beautiful, there wasn’t even a word to describe what Emma thought she was. This woman was exactly Emma’s type, she radiated authority and ‘don’t fuck with me unless you can handle it’ which made Emma want to try even more.

Her eyes followed every movement that the other woman made, tracing her face once she took her glass to her lips to have a drink. That’s when she noticed the scar and damn did she notice it. Her drunken mind decided that she should speak the thoughts in her head once again, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever encountered.”

Emma isn’t a sloppy drunk, she still usually looks completely sober but her mouth loosens completely. Everything she thinks and never says comes out and it never seems to stop, the next morning she is always completely embarrassed and says she will never drink again. Emma also usually ends up blaming Ruby since it is always her idea to go out. 

She smiles at the brunette realizing she doesn’t know what the woman’s name is and vice versa. 

[yellowbuggedsavior-blog]

Cheesy Pick ups: Starter

Starter for @saviorsheriffswann 

It was one of those nights where Ruby drags her out for a few drinks, she refuses because she has work in the morning but somehow she still ends up at the bar with her and a bit tipsy. Emma never knows how it fully happens but eventually, she started to get used to it, maybe even stopped really fighting it as much. 

When she goes out Ruby always tries to get her into too small of clothes and a lot of makeup, that’s where she draws the line. When Emma goes out she doesn’t want to dress differently than how she normally does because it may give people a different idea about her than she wants. This specific night she wore black skin-tight pants, a tank top with a greyish brown leather jacket over it and her ankle boots. Her blonde locks were framing her face in waves that was pretty much her natural wave and she had her usual light makeup on.

She did have to agree that today was a good night to celebrate, she just got her own apartment in a town where she just moved to. Her best friend lives not even 10 minutes away and she has a job interview set up at the sheriff’s station to be a deputy. If that’s not a good reason to go out for the night and get wasted then Emma doesn’t know what is. Even though she does have to get up tomorrow to work at the diner that Ruby’s Granny gave her a job at, she still thinks it’s a big enough step in her life to celebrate it. 

Emma hasn’t lived in one place for longer than a year, and that was pushing it for her. She never had a permanent job, always something that she could easily find in every town or city. That limited her to waitress, bartender, bailbondsperson or some resale worker. Growing up in the system gave her bad habits and a fear of finding a home. Don’t misunderstand that though, she wants more than anything to find a place that when she leaves she just misses it but it scares the hell out of her. So far whenever she leaves it never pains her enough to go back.

But now, here she is, in Storybrooke, Maine where her best friend lives and she had always come to visit. She has been here for 9 months, most of that time was spent crashing in the Inn that Ruby’s Granny owns or on Ruby’s couch but now she’s signing a lease for half a year, which means she is stuck and she’ll pass her mark of only staying at places for a year max. It scares her to death but she’s trying not to think about it, if she ever decides that she really wants to leave she can, she’ll just have to pay for it. 

Almost everything she has ever envied other people for having she had right now in this town; she has a job, food (three meals sometimes more a day), her car, an apartment and a few friends who like to force her to go out and have fun with them because if she doesn’t the world will end. According to Ruby.

She’s feeling a bit hot right now because she had just gotten off the dance floor and away from the non-stop drunk dancing Ruby who is a bit too handsy. It’s not that Emma doesn’t like when women touch her, she just doesn’t feel that way about Ruby and she would rather not _ever _complicate things with her. Ruby is the only person that has been a somewhat constant in her life, they met back when Emma was in a group home and the lanky brunette was there as well. Ruby had a home though, the courts were just being stupid and forced her to stay there until Ruby’s granny legally adopted her. They kept in contact off and on until they were older and began to text all the time. Whenever Emma lived close enough she’d go visit her and Granny because if there was anything that felt close to home it would be them.

So back to the dancing and being hot, she decided to walk away and back to the booth that they had designated as theirs. All night she had been focusing on celebrating and her friends that she hadn’t looked around to notice how incredibly packed it was in there. That explains why she’s feeling so hot, there is like no oxygen left in the building.

She starts to drink a water that one of her other friends comes back with and closes her eyes to cherish the taste, her mouth is numb from the alcohol but the icy cold water soothes it. When she opens her eyes they land on a woman at the bar, the blonde doesn’t know how or why it happened but it’s too late now. She stood up, there were a few questions shouted at her by friends that were at the table with her on where she was going and if she’s okay. All she knew was that she wanted to go over to the bar and see this woman.

She doesn’t believe in fate...

She doesn’t believe in destiny...

but apparently drunk Emma does because she didn’t care about any logical reason not to walk up to a complete stranger. She also didn’t care that they were technically in a club that wasn’t designated for LGBT, so it was more than likely she was not into women. Yet, here she is, standing right beside the woman sitting at the bar who looks to be waiting for someone and that’s still not enough for drunk Emma apparently she wants to talk. 

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

[yellowbuggedsavior-blog]

I have a complaint: that you’re too beautiful for this world

I know 😏

[ask-regina-queen]

Wow conceded much Miss Swan? 😉

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I’ve never been good at taking compliments, it seemed right.

[ask-regina-queen]

Well that’s one more thing we have in common

[yellowbuggedsavior-blog]

what are the others? (besides a kid)

[ask-regina-queen]

We both uh have magic?

[yellowbuggedsavior-blog]

true, you’ve been teaching me some. what else 

[yellowbuggedsavior-blog]

I have a complaint: that you’re too beautiful for this world

I know 😏

[ask-regina-queen]

Wow conceded much Miss Swan? 😉

[yellowbuggedsavior-blog]

I’ve never been good at taking compliments, it seemed right.

[ask-regina-queen]

Well that’s one more thing we have in common

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what are the others? (besides a kid)