#and that territory would only consist of those dogs that fall under specific groups

[vampireflowerarts]

Some Trolls in Bluey! I originally designed them as specific breeds, but after making BroZone in Bluey style, I decided to change things up.

I kept the idea of Poppy as a Golden Retriever since I like the thought of leaders or royal Trolls being a distinct breed. Though, realistically, they’d probably all be mutts! I just really liked those floppy ears on Poppy >w>

I’m still unsure about Smidge’s design, and Branch now has a nub tail. I'd love to hear what breeds you’d pick for them or how you’d design a Troll in Bluey style! Talk to me :D

[chemicalpink]

Radioactive ♡ Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: SMUT (with plot)

Warnings: unprotected, cheating (but lowkey), makeup intercourse

Word Count: 2k

A/N: First things first HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE, this 2021 I promise I’ll do my best to be more consistent, even though it seems like life is always testing me but hey, I had to get this one out. This is the last one of my Electra Heart Series by member. Please show it some love and look forward to the Poly version of the series. As always, I hope you enjoy and much love!

Summary: Baby I’m gonna leave you drowning until you reach for my hand. In the night your heart is full and by the morning empty but baby I’m the one who left you, you’re not the one who left me.

“Be a good girl and come sit on my cock, Y/N” Tae said in a honey-dripping voice, not at all resembling the activity he was implying for you to do, taking your hand in his as he guided you to walk around the couch to where he was sitting. 

You place one knee on his side on the couch, then the other, straddling him, reaching behind to position the tip of his cock on your entrance, lightly teasing him as you run his cock along your wet folds, making Taehyung groan loudly and send his head back to rest on the couch, sliding yourself down on his length and you can immediately feel him inside you, touching every corner of you, unmoving; you launch yourself forward to catch his exposed chest skin between your teeth, lapping at the reddening spots, sucking your way up to his neck, his jaw, until your breath right by his ear makes him shiver down a moan.

“Why have you been ignoring my calls?” you ask him in a breathy voice, as you feel him already getting impatient and kind of uncomfortable, the way he always is when you decide to make small talk during sex. It’s not your fault, really. Taehyung tends to be a very private person, even after five months of constantly hooking up, three of being together as something other than just fuck buddies, going out on dates and stuff, he wasn’t exactly down to converse about anything of the like, making a run for it any time you tried to pin him down. So really, small talk, while he was inside you, was merely the only possible option there is.

“I’ve been busy” he replies, curtly as ever, before grabbing your hips to stabilise you as he slammed his hips upwards, making a deep thrust inside you that had your whole body shaken up at the movement and him smirking on your skin. From the months you’ve been with him, Taehyung seems oddly busy for a 25-year-old, but you never came around to question it, sufficing your curiosity with that one time he had told you his dad had decided to fund a medium enterprise he had worked on during his college years.

Your inner monologue caught off as you feel him jerk his hips up a second time, a non-verbal cue to tell you to move, to which you complied; you lowered yourself on him, as he met you halfway moving upwards, working up a stable rhythm between the two. Staying like that for a few minutes, feeling him hiss in pleasure at one particular clench of your walls that had him taking over control; his hands finding a place on your hips, almost painfully keeping you in place as he accelerated his thrusts into you, his mouth finding your exposed breasts, playing with your nipples using his tongue, rolling the bud between his teeth, which had you moaning out his name, ragged breaths from the two of you as he kept his pace going and you could feel him tense under you. The last straw to your own orgasm as you clench down around him, feeling the way he filled you with cum to the brim, just the way he liked it. Just the way you liked it. 

Taehyung places you on the couch, as he walks into your bathroom, a small and familiar routine that consists of aftercare, followed by an opportunity to get to know him thanks to his post-bliss haze. He returns to where you are already feeling sticky as fuck, with a wet towel, eyes on the ground and handing you the item; you’re almost tempted to ask what’s wrong if it is even a signal that the mysterious man standing in front of you has something on his mind when he beats you to it.

“I think we shouldn’t see each other again, Y/N” you whip your head to where he was standing, still naked, and your ears start ringing as you feel a heavyweight on your heart, close to what one could imagine it would feel to have it break in half. 

You are almost sure your voice might break and your lip quivers as you let out a breathy laugh, somehow hoping it was all a sick joke, although deep down you know, he’s deadly serious about his words “You’ve got no idea what you’re saying”

“No, I actually do” he lets out a heavy sigh as he takes a seat on the other end of the couch, his pants almost all the way on him “Listen, it was fun while it lasted but-”

“But-”

He turns to you, eyes covered by his hair falling on his face, the most stoic expression you had yet to see from him “But things are getting messy, you’re being too pushy, asking too many questions” a single tear falls from your left eye as you watch him fiddle with the shirt between his hands “And I guess...I guess it’s fine, it’s you but- but it doesn’t sit well with me”

You crawl the way to him on the couch, desperately trying to hold onto him, tears streaming down your face as you try and reason with him, to ask him to stay, just a little longer. He leaves out the door once he is fully dressed, sending one last apologetic look your way.

For the most part, getting over Taehyung proved to be- miserable, to say the least, but you managed. Somewhat. But you see, it is quite a challenge to get over someone when you run in the same friend groups, not that anyone on them was actually aware of your little rendezvous. Taehyung liked to keep those to yourselves. But your pity-party could only last so long, more specifically until February came along and you were commissioned, with Jimin’s help of course, to set up a party for Hoseok’s birthday. Again, would be cool if it weren’t for the fact that Jimin was in charge of invitations and the man was a well known best friend of Taehyung, to which really, was no surprise to see your former lover hanging around on Hoseok’s apartment. The surprise was, however, that said former lover of a few weeks back, was currently chatting along with some of Hoseok’s friends with a woman on his side, her arm looped around his bicep prettily, the way you never got to do it.

“Is that Tae’s new girlfriend?” you asked as you simultaneously took a sip out of your half-filled glass, pointing with your gaze at the couple, trying to not make it known how incredibly miserable the image made you.

Jimin turns his head back for a second and sends a signature smile to his friend before returning his attention to you “What do you mean new? They’ve been engaged for the last two years, Y/N” your knees feel weak as soon as the words leave his mouth and process themselves on your brain. There is no way in hell Jimin isn’t lying.

“Oh yeah, I heard they got a dog” another voice calls out and Jimin hums in agreement beside you, but your head is spinning. Ears ringing and you feel like throwing up on the spot at the news. But were they really news anyway? Taehyung had never shown you off, had always made sure to meet over at your apartment in the middle of the night. Had left you drowning on a need for his attention that he would only deliver when it was convenient for him. 

A breath gets caught on your throat and you’re halfway on your way out of there when you place the glass on the nearest table and mutter a shaky “I need to go to the restroom”. You can faintly hear Jimin asking if you’re okay before he retraits for god knows what reason and settles for probably continue to talk with the other attendees of the party.

You place both of your hands on the counter and hang your head low, after entering the ladies’ room, still feeling like throwing up whatever it was you had for lunch, ragged breath and a tearful face on you when an all-too-familiar voice speaks behind you.

“But it was never really a surprise, was it Y/N?” his dark eyes trail your evry move as you turn your whole body to him, trying and failing, to cover up just how much his presence had affected you; even as he makes a move to stand before you.

“You fucking cheating asshole!” you swat his hand away when he reached his hand to try to touch you, and even though his manners seemed to convey some time of apology towards the lies he had been feeding you, up to the very second he stood in front of you inside a women’s restroom, though there was something else inside surrounding his aura that had you disarming yourself and at his mercy “I never knew I was supposed to be the other one”

He falters in his step, though it might had seemed more of a practiced one at that but he reaches out a second time to hold your hand in his “I thought you would be able to put two and two together, guess not” there’s something playful in his smile that had you matching it for a split second before it all went rushing back, the memories, the lies, how hurt you felt when he left that fateful night.

“I thought I loved you!” If the confession takes him off guard, there’s no sign to show it on his expression.

“Perhaps you do” Taehyung closes in to your face, hand resting on your jaw as he caresses the skin with his thumb in a way that almost seems out of a romantic dream. He wastes no time to whisper by your ear, feeling the fanning of his breath on you “...baby” His lips find yours for a second, before he looks into your eyes and decides to close in one more time, hand on your waist to try and somehow bring you closer to him, every single hair standing as your body falls into welcome and familiar territory. Of something you had always longed for. Something that deep down would never be yours. But somehow, something that is right there for you to take.

“Perhaps I always will”

[let-it-raines]

your wonder under summer skies (8/?)

Summer in Storybrooke, Maine means one thing for its residents: tourist season. This year, for Emma Swan and Killian Jones, it means relationships ending and friendships changing all the while they attempt to figure out just what their relationship is. It’s somewhere straddling the line between friends and lovers, and there’s no guarantee of a soft landing if they fall into new territory.

rating: mature

ao3: beginning | current

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“What time are we supposed to be there?”

“Six,” Killian shouts across the apartment, “but it’d probably be nice if we managed to get there early.”

“It’s your party. They can’t start without you.”

Killian runs his hands through his hair and brushes the front strands back before combing a small amount of gel through it so it’ll stay in place. “It’s a barbecue that I think they realized they were hosting on my birthday at the last minute. It’s not my party.”

“It’s your party, little brother.”

Killian clenches his teeth before he swallows his pride. He’s not going to start something, not now. They’ve had a good day together, and the last thing he needs is to have Liam being passive aggressive to him all night long. He’s been cross for a week now, ever since Killian didn’t come home and asked Liam if he’d let Skipper out in the morning for him.

“Where were you?” Liam asked.

“I was with someone,” Killian mumbled as he pushes through the apartment door. “I’ll try to plan better next time.”

“Next time? So you’ve found your seasonal woman then?”

“Shove it, Liam.”

“If you want me to take care of your dog, you at least owe me some answers.”

Killian turned on his heel and narrowed his eyes. “My personal life is my own. Question it again at your own peril.”

“Oh, so maybe you didn’t find someone. You’re usually cheerier after a night like that.”

“Fuck off.”

He’s got to figure out some kind of plan for Skipper if that’s how Liam is going to be every time Killian doesn’t manage to get home before dawn. That night he’d been sitting in a service station parking lot until seven talking with Emma and had lost track of time, but he’ll have to be more careful.

Or get Emma one of those rope ladders in order to climb out the window.

She’d murder him.

Then again, it’d be better than sending her falling out the window.

The rope ladder, not being murdered.

“It’s a barbecue,” Killian sighs as he grabs a flannel shirt off the hanger and pulls it on. It’s too hot for it now, but it won’t be later. The summer heat fades away as soon as the sun goes down, and he’s certainly not going to complain about it when it’s the best part of any late June day. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. We’ve got to pick up Elsa on our way there.”

“Her apartment is on the other side of town.”

“She’s at the country club with Emma. We’re picking her up, too.”

“Oh?” Killian raises his brow.

Liam furrows his in response. “What?”

“Nothing,” he lies, not wanting to push anything. “Let’s go. You can drive. It’s my birthday, and I’m not about to be the designated driver.”

“Consider it my gift to you.”

Emma and Elsa are waiting for them in the driveway of the club. Elsa’s in the shorts and polo she wears to work, the only thing missing the apron that keeps the ice cream off of her. Emma, however, is in a form-fitting black camisole tucked into a white patterned skirt that’s nearly see-through in the sunlight. He’s got no bloody clue how she got away with wearing that to work unless Regina wasn’t around, but he’s certainly not going to complain.

Except for the fact that they’re about to be in an extremely public place where he can’t enjoy her attire as much as he’d like to.

“Hey,” Elsa greets as she hops into the back of the truck. “Happy birthday, Killian.”

“Thank you, love.” Emma’s door opens behind him, and she slides in. “Do we need to take you by your place so you can change?”

“What? My uniform doesn’t scream birthday barbecue to you?”

“You have a giant ice cream cone on your shoulder.”

Elsa’s eyes roll. “I don’t need to change. We can go.”

“Aye, aye Captain,” Liam sighs, his lips pulled into a bright smile as he stares in the rearview mirror. Elsa chuckles and returns his smile, and Killian looks away. He’s not intruding, but it damn well feels like it.

Elsa and Liam monopolize the conversation on the drive to the Nolans’ as Elsa fills Liam in on everything having to do with the wedding. The thing isn’t for three months, but as he’s been informed over and over again, that isn’t a lot of time when there’s still so much to be done.

(There are pictures of flowers spread out across his kitchen counter with notes written on all of them, and he has no idea how that is going to help come up with a bouquet or arrangements when there are at least fifty options that will lead to endless combinations and possibilities.)

It’s nice to see Liam involved, though. He’s usually so wrapped up in work that he rarely does anything outside of that.

But this is Elsa, and Liam would do anything for Elsa.

He gets that trait from their mum, Killian thinks. She was always beyond loyal to the people she loved even when that was to her own detriment.

They pull onto the road that leads up to the Nolans’ townhome, and Liam finds a spot behind Ariel’s car. She’s already texted him three times today to tell him how excited she is for it to be Killian’s birthday, and he honestly doesn’t think he’s known a singular person to have so much enthusiasm.

Liam and Elsa fall into step ahead of him, Liam’s arm wrapped around Elsa’s shoulder, and Killian feels Emma’s hand brush against his as a shiver inches across his skin. He looks down to see if it’s still there, but it’s not. She’s got it pushed into the pocket of her skirt, and when he glances up, he can see that she’s looking in the opposite direction.

Is she avoiding him?

“Did you have a good day at work?”

“It was fine. Regina was the worst, but otherwise it was fine.”

“Oh? Regina was there today?”

Emma finally turns to him with an arched brow. “Why would you think she wasn’t there?”

“Because she’s rarely there, and I know for a fact that when she is, you have to be a little more uptight with your clothes.”

Emma stops in front of the Nolans’ open front door and crosses her arms over her chest. “What are you saying about my clothes, KJ?”

Killian raises his hands in the air and takes a step back even as he curls his lips into a smile he knows is his most earnest. Well, in a way.

“You cut quite the figure in that outfit, love, but I can also see almost all of your figure in the natural light.”

Her eyes widen and the sunlight glints across them to illuminate the green. “You can what?”

Killian gestures down to her skirt. “I can see the outline of your legs through your skirt, Swan.”

“Can you see my underwear?”

“Eh.” He scratches his ear. “Possibly.”

“Well, shit. I’ve been walking around like this all day. When is the sun going to set so I can stop flashing people?”

“In a few hours.”

“Great. So I’m about to flash all of our friends?”

“Every single person here has seen you in the small scraps of fabric you call a bikini. I think you’ll be fine.”

She tilts her head back, elongating her neck, and groans. “It’s fine, I guess. It’s too late to change now unless I want to wear Mary Margaret’s clothes, and I like this outfit. Happy birthday, by the way. Did you get the cupcakes I sent you?”

“Aye. I had the lemon one. I saved the chocolate one for you. I figured you’d picked that one out for yourself anyway.”

“I am neither confirming nor denying that.”

“I don’t tend to eat chocolate, and you sent me one chocolate cupcake in a group of otherwise nicely flavored cupcakes. It’s pretty clear.”

Emma shrugs, but her lips curl up in the corners. “I’ve got something else for you, too.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

Killian sways closer to her and cocks his head to the side. “Do I get it now or is that happening when you come over to get your cupcake?”

“It’s for now.”

“Why, Swan, so close to all of our friends? That’s risky.”

She presses up on her toes, and he swears her lips brush over his. “I’m not having sex with you for your birthday, but I do have you tickets to a Yankees game in August.”

“Bloody hell. Really?”

“Really.” She presses forward and brushes her lips against his cheek. “Happy birthday, KJ. Feel free to take whoever you want to the game, but if it’s not me, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Killian throws his head back and laughs before leaning forward and wrapping his arms around Emma. “Will is going to fight you for it, but you’re definitely a contender.”

“Good. Now let’s go inside. A whole host of people are waiting inside to celebrate you.”

“I think they’re here for the food.”

“Eh, don’t get into the specifics.”

Emma’s right. There is a host of people waiting inside for him. It’s rare for all of them to have off on the same day, especially a Saturday night, and even if he is not one to want a big celebration for himself, it’s nice to get to catch up with everyone. Though, he does remind himself that this was never intended for him, but that doesn’t matter when the food is good and the beer is cold against his lips.

Ruby and Will are currently arguing over the best way to make a margarita, Mary Margaret is offering to set up a competition between them, and David is insisting that doesn’t happen because Mary Margaret and tequila are not a good combination.

“Oh come on,” Elsa sighs, “let’s do the competition. I want to relive Mary Margaret’s bachelorette weekend.”

“Can’t that wait until your own bachelorette weekend?” David groans.

“Mine is hopefully going to consist of a weekend at the spa and the exact opposite of Mary Margaret’s because Anna is planning it instead of Ruby.”

“Hey,” Ruby scoffs, “what the hell does that mean?”

“I think it means that if anyone is going host a party with gummy dicks, it’s going to be you.”

“I did for mine,” Ariel adds in.

“Wait? What?” Eric looks over at his wife, and Killian hears Emma snicker in the lawn chair next to him. “You had those?”

“I did. They were really good. I think I still have some of the packets stuffed away in a closet somewhere.”

“Ruby can get you some more,” Mary Margaret says. “She’s got a contact at the company who makes them.”

“Liam, it seems like we’re all set for your party then.”

Liam tosses a cube of ice at Killian, but he misses him as it skims behind him. “I might let you plan it, or I might let Rob takeover. He’s less likely to get us arrested.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means law enforcement finds my face kinder than yours,” Robin sighs. “And you do have a tendency to, well, get yourself in trouble.”

“I’ve never gotten myself bloody arrested!”

“Okay,” Will claps, “I think we can all agree that I will be the host as I am the only one of the lot of you who knows how to have a good time.”

“Oh, why don’t we do one together,” Elsa suggests. “We can take out one of the big boats for a day and just hang out. Like this, but better because we’re out on the water. We can find a day where Anna can come down.”

“I think that’s a brilliant idea, darling. Maybe we could find a house and get out of the city for a weekend.” Liam leans over and kisses Elsa’s forehead. “We’ll even let Ruby get the dick gummies if she really has to have that.”

“I do. I also want birthday cake, so birthday boy, can we please finally cut in before I have to take the entire thing for myself?”

“Let’s eat cake,” Killian demands. “And have the margarita contest.”

David slumps down in his chair and covers his face with his hands.

They don’t actually hold a contest, deciding that no one actually wants to see Will and Mary Margaret argue for the rest of the night, but Ruby does get her cake. Killian’s body has to be made up of fifty percent sugar at this point in the day, but he honestly doesn’t care. The sun sets and the backyard is lit only by the string lights hanging above them and the lights shining through the windows in the houses across the street. Rob’s left to meet up with Regina, her son, and Roland, and Eric had to leave to tend to the restaurant but left Ariel behind. She’s taken that as a sign that she has to talk his ear off about next week’s Fourth of July beach festival.

“Don’t you remember when you first moved here and you thought it was the worst thing in the world?”

“I still think it’s the worst thing in the world.”

“But it’s so much fun! The city brings in rides and games, and the firework show. My God, it’s like magic. Plus, Eric makes a killing at the restaurant from all the extra people that come in. Oh, Emma!”

Killian glances behind him and sees Emma walking by with half a hot dog in her mouth. “What?”

“Don’t you think the carnival is so much fun?”

She covers her mouth and keeps chewing as she walks over to them. “I think it has the potential to be fun, but it usually ends with some kid throwing up on my shoes or me having to go into work because Regina is fuming over the festival we do for our members not being as lavish.”

“Oh, come on, the two of you need to lighten up. It’s going to be fun!”

“I will try to muster half of the enthusiasm that you have, love.”

“That’s all I ask. Are there still hot dogs?”

“A few more, but you’re going to have to fight David for them.”

“Oh, I can definitely take him. I’ll be right back.”

Ariel leaves them, and Emma plops herself down into the chair next to him before propping her feet up on his lap and kicking off her sandals while she continues to eat her food.

“Were you not considering a plate for that?”

“Nope.”

“Classy.”

She shrugs. “I do what I can. So, how’s your night been? I thought you were going to hurl yourself at Liam earlier.”

Killian’s brow raises. “Pardon?”

“When he made that joke about you likely getting them arrested at his bachelor party you looked like you were getting ready to murder him.”

“Did I?”

“I mean, you pretty much always look like you’re going to murder him, but your jaw did that thing where it clenches and moves all broody and angry like.”

He swallows and blinks at Emma, letting his eyes adjust to the ever-darkening night. There must be clouds in the sky for how few stars are showing, and maybe if he stares at it long enough, he won’t have to have this conversation.

He could really use another beer right now.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’d get anyone arrested. You like to play scoundrel, but I’m pretty sure you’ve always been the type to play by the rules.”

“Swan, we both know that’s a lie. Even when I was a buttoned-up Naval lieutenant I still hated not being the one in charge. So many of the damn rules were ridiculous.”

“Like what?”

He draws his finger to his neck. “I would be reprimanded if I had a hickey on my neck. The damn things are unattractive, yes, but I don’t think I deserved to be punished for it.”

“That happen to you a lot then? Your women couldn’t keep their hands off of you? Well, their mouth.”

Emma’s laughing at herself, but he feels his stomach sink with her words. But she doesn’t know. He’s never told her.

And now certainly isn’t the time.

“I think you’d be surprised with how I was when I was younger.”

“Yeah?”

“Aye. I mean, I was still this handsome and charming, but I could keep a woman for longer than a summer.”

“I’m sure you could.”

She shifts her foot on his lap and Killian’s hand falls to her ankle. Her skin is as soft as it always is, and he starts aimlessly drawing on her skin. Does no one believe that he’s capable of more than one-night stands and summer flings?

Though, he doesn’t blame them. He doesn’t exactly believe that about himself. It’s been a long damn time since he was capable of more than that.

A long time since he’s wanted to be.

“But seriously? You two okay?”

He shakes his head and forces a smile. “We’re fine, darling.”

“Superpower, Jones.”

“Can’t it be wrong one time?”

Emma shrugs and takes the last bite out of her hot dog. “It’s probably wrong all the time, but I like to believe in it.”

Killian sighs.

Damn perceptive woman.

“Liam has been a little cross with me since I wasn’t home last week to let Skipper out. He does this. He assumes I’m with some woman and gets irritated because he can’t understand that I’m not like him and can’t find someone like Elsa who I want to marry and settle down with. I don’t know. He’s thought of himself as my father for most of his life, and I know he means well, but his intentions don’t always translate.”

“Was that when you were with me?”

“Aye.”

Emma’s foot moves to shift off of him, but he grabs it and keeps it in place before looking up at her. She’s chewing on her bottom lip and has her head twisted to the side. Light reflects off her cheekbones and illuminates the angles of her face and reaches up into her hair. It’s usually golden like threads from a fairytale, but right now it’s a translucent white that matches the smile he’s usually lucky enough to be graced with.

He’s known many beautiful women in his lifetime, but there is something so undeniably different about Emma Swan.

A yellow wildflower in a garden full of red roses. Some people prefer roses with all of their petals perfectly lined up, but he’s always been a fan of flowers showing up in a place they otherwise do not fit and becoming beautiful all the same.

He’s always preferred a wildflower to a rose.

Emma Swan is undoubtedly a wildflower.

“If I’m coming between you guys…” She trails off and worries her bottom lip. “I don’t know. I don’t want that.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She motions over to where Liam is sitting at a table with Elsa, David, and Mary Margaret. “You and Liam. I’m the woman you’re sleeping with. I’m the one who is keeping you from having this stable relationship you so want. And we both know he would implode if he found any of this out.”

“You are not keeping me from anything. If I wanted something stable, I’d have it.” Killian pushes her foot off of him and leans forward until his face is within inches of hers and he can see the green of her eyes and the freckles on her nose. He likes that there are more nearly every time he sees her. “And last week I was with you because you needed me as a friend. I’m always going to be here for you like that. That’s rule one, isn’t it?”

Emma huffs and blinks up at him before she finally stops chewing on her lip and smiles. “Hey, it’s your birthday. We should be having more fun than this, shouldn’t we?”

And he knows it’s a conversation change. He’s not blind. But he also isn’t in the mood to push Emma right now. She will push back, and it doesn’t always end up being pretty.

“What do you suggest we do then, love?”

“Do you feel like an old school classic with some drinks involved or should we go raid David and Mary Margaret’s game cabinet?”

“Oh, classic, definitely. You want to do the cereal box one?”

“Is that the one where we all have to pick it up with our mouths? That’s kind of unsanitary.”

Killian’s brows raise. “Your mouth has touched many places on me, so I think you’ll be okay.”

Emma scoffs and pushes against his shoulder. “Don’t be gross. We’re going to do ‘Never Have I Ever’ because this is your twenty-eighth birthday, and we’re all super mature.”

“Obviously. We should have let Mary Margaret and Will do their margarita contest in preparation for this.”

“Mary Margaret’s would have won. “

“If you tell Will that, it will devastate him.”

She shrugs and stands up, stepping into her shoes. “I’ll let him keep his pride. Now, c’mon, it’s time to ask each other very pointed embarrassing questions in the spirit of celebrating your birth.”

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