#edit Hello this is future me i fucking hate this post and it haunts me but i refuse to delete it

[doctorwhich]

alright, intro post! hello! i’m a fictive of the doctor, good to meet you.

⏳ in this particular house, being a subsystem entails a sort of identity roulette. so far only a handful have “fronted,” but that’s subject to change.

⏳ if it helps, you could think of me as having regenerative dissonance. (i know that can be a contentious topic, considering its portrayal, but it genuinely does describe my experience.)

⏳ due to the nature of being a (former) time lord, gender’s a bit odd (i’ve been male, female, both, and neither), so i’ll take they/them regardless of form. gendered pronouns are really more for convenience, i don’t care all that much.

⏳ speaking of things that being a time lord makes weird — i’m an adult, up in, near, or around the 1000-2000s range, and the body’s 22.

⏳ the body also has ancestry from scotland (alba), ireland (éire), and wales (cymru) (among other places), and the system as a whole supports irish unification and scottish and welsh independence.

⏳ fuck terfs

⏳ “#doc’s in” is the main talking tag, but i also tend to sign my posts as whatever form i’m in. we’re all the same person at the core, and sometimes the form that starts a sentence isn’t the one that finishes it, but there are some slight differences. there’s no real rhyme or reason to it, just my own preference.

⏳ i also tend to use whatever number face i’m on as a stand-in for a name, especially in reference to the idiosyncrasies of specific forms, as you’ll see below.

⏳oh, also! my icon’s a (slightly edited) panel from the lost dimension comic, and my header’s from nasa :]

1️⃣ — largely internal, but hello. he/him, though i won’t argue other things for future versions of myself.

2️⃣ — two's recorder privileges have been revoked (on account of the system not having a recorder). picks fights with three a lot, but in a brotherly manner. he/him.

3️⃣ — three's the first one to have a husband, so that's something. not strictly a man, but still undeniably a gay one. picks just as many fights with two in turn. he/him.

4️⃣ — four’s quite an odd duck. just a delightful fool who wants to knit but lacks the focus to finish more than a couple of inches. ironically hates most jelly-based candies (but that's true throughout the system). he/him.

5️⃣ — five is more of a forgetful twink than eight, and that's saying something. mostly fronts with our adric, but not always. he/him.

6️⃣ — a young foolish transmasc, actually very similarly to the host. he/him.

7️⃣ — seven's honestly a bit of a bitch, but he makes it work. mostly only shows up to mediate intra-sys conflict. he/him.

8️⃣ — eight is a hopeless romantic with hopeless amounts of trauma. also took the “war doctor’s” role for a decent chunk of time (the “war doctor” doesn't seem to be in here anyway). he/they/various neos.

9️⃣ — nine’s pretty “as seen on tv,” with the exception of having taken the rest of the “war doctor’s” stint and being more openly nonbinary these days. still a he/him user though.

🔟 — ten’s scottish and a big fucking dork. took the front back when it was time for the fourteenth face. still goes by ten, though. he/him.

1️⃣1️⃣ — the best way to describe eleven is “audhd twenty-something haunted by embarrassing memories of being undiagnosed and unmedicated in middle school.” he/him.

1️⃣2️⃣ — twelve is only scottish when cross, tired, or drunk, just like the host’s grandmother. unfortunately the state of the world means he’s at least a little cross fairly often. he/him.

1️⃣3️⃣ — either sleeping or REALLY LOUD, no real in-between. she/her.

1️⃣5️⃣ — largely internal to hang out with the littles/middles, but does come by the front once in a while to knock some sense into someone having A Moment. he/him

aaaand that’s it. this post’ll get periodic updates purely based on whim. (last updated 20th feb. 2024)

until then, love with all you have, be kind as much as is possible, fight for a better world than you entered, and smash fascism wherever you find it.

saoirse don phalaistín! (yes, i’m aware that’s irish rather than scottish gaelic, but scotland hasn’t been nearly as vocal as ireland, so.)

[thatanimenerd101]

Story time...…..

Now I know I said I would take a break but, Welcome to story time. Today topic will be..... my first love. (I was super naive so bear with me.) Get your snack and get comfortable. FYI my real name is not Kayla, it’s my main OC’s name and the name I use at the coffee shop. My real name is not common. Now this is a personal post and this is NOT edited, so WELCOME TO CRINGE TOWN!

Okay so these are the roles of the people in the story. I have changed their names so that if they find this, I can laugh my ass off. By the way if you see this, the person that fucked the way of how I see love, oh hello. I’m about to tell the world of how much of a dick you are.....😈 you’ll find out soon.

Boy I fell in love with: we are gonna call him Don (sorry if your name is Don)

My best friend: Miko

Don’s best friend: Matt, oh this one I wanna slap across the face.

Now, everything I am about to tell you did happen to me and my one friend was ready to beat the shit outta Don.

Now this happened in my second year of high school, I was the mom friend of the group, I was the friend you would go to for advise and someone to talk too. But before we get into the TEA of the story quick flashback to Halloween before all this happened. Well not really a flashback but it is how everything started. Sort of.

Miko invited me to a Halloween party her church was having. So I thought sure, I've been working hard in school so why not? She told me she was inviting an old friend from grammar school, she told me his name was Don. I was like okay cool, maybe him and I could become good friends. So when I first met him he was a good guy, now Miko is almost two years younger than me so she was still in middle school at the same, same with Don. All three of us had fun, hell Miko even dragged me into a haunted house. I hate those things, I almost punched one of the people inside. So at the end of the party Miko’s mom drove us all home, Miko and I said by to Don. I though that was the last I would hear from him. 

Over the next few months Miko and Don would text back and forth. I thought nothing of it, all I thought was they haven't talked much in years so what could go wrong? That was until he sent a nude photo of himself, because he thought it was cool. When Miko told me about this, I was grossed out. I told her to tell him off and that photo was uncalled. Don said he was sorry and that he was not thinking. Miko forgave him and they continued being friends

Time went on, the end of the school year was coming up it was the end of April, two months before final exams. I was in my room scrolling threw Netflix when my phone dinged. 

New message request from Don Smith. 

“Hey, is this Miko’s best friend?”

At the time I did not think anything of it 

“Yeah, that's me. What do you want?”

“Woah, I just wanted to chat with you. Is this not a good time?”

“Now is okay, I just did not expect you to message me out of the blue.”

For the next hour we did some small talk, I don't really care for small talk unless I want to get to know the other person. He told me he played football and that he broke up with his girlfriend. Then he made a comment of how I looked like her. I saw a picture of her and yeah I did look like her. All threw the rest of April and May we texted all the time,  we even video chatted a lot. But the second week of May he told me he liked me and he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I told him that I was not interested in dating at all. Plus we did not know each other for long. I thought and still think that relationships are a serious thing and not something to play around with. He would still flirt with me, a lot but I would just push it off. I never had someone flirt with me before, yes I have been cat called before. But it made me think maybe I do like him?

I talked it over with Miko and she said that it was okay. But she told me not to let a boy get in the way of our friendship. 

One day he stopped talking to me, I thought something bad happen because he told me he was really depressed. So I blew up his phone with texts. 

I did not hear anything from him for a week, I told Miko and she told me that Don had been texting her non-stop for the past week for no reason. He kept asking her for nudes and to video chat. She showed me her phone we decided something. 

I video called him and he picked up. 

The look on his face once he say Miko with her phone. She screamed at him and I was crying a lot. I never been in love before so yeah. Anyways this sounds like something out of a movie, that’s because it was. 

Now I wont go into too much detail but I made him feel guilty because he had heard me crying. Now I don't cry much unless something is wrong. 

Matt, Don’s best friend would hit on me as well which let the two getting into fights. He would call me “Babe” or “Baby” I did not like being called that so I stopped talking to them. Now Don and Matt went to different school from Miko and I. 

One day I had enough of Don talking to me one day and then not bothering to say two words to me for weeks. My friends told me this is not how love works or how a friendship works. 

I sent him a long message telling him of how I did not like being treated like I was nothing to him. He only called me when he was sad. All he liked about me was my body. Now I never gave him any chances to see my body at all. I had and still struggle with body-image. He blocked me and I thought it was over. 

I was heart broken because this was the first person outside of my family those three words. I love you. He never said it back, he would just say “me too “ or “You too cutie” 

He tried to get me to talk to him over the summer I would just leave him on read or tell him to go talk to a wall. In August he stopped all commination and I blocked him on everything Facebook, etc.  

I was slowly healing from him. He used my feelings just so that he could get inside my head and mess with me. I was the girl he would use to talk too if he was sad. But when I needed him, he would leave me on read and say that he did not have time to deal with me. 

It was the next school year, a new start. I was still heartbroken but my friends stayed by my side. 

They even planed to go to his house with a bat, TP and shaving cream. They told me they would kick his ass while I waited in the car eating a gallon of ice cream while I laughed. Now my friends are very protective of me, I am the sweet one. 

One night well I was giving my rabbit a bath I got a message on my smartwatch saying that an unknown number sent me a photo. I thought nothing of it because I just though one of my friends I'm not very close with  sent me a meme or something like that. A lot of people had my number because I had done a lot of group projects and I would have to give my number out. So I finished giving Junior a bath and opened the text. 

The text was a picture of a note. The gist of it was that Don was sorry and that he did not know what he was doing. He said that he should've never let me go because he loved me. 

Oh god, I never screenshotted something so fast in my life, I made a group chat with five of my close friends. One of my friends mom was all ready to call his mother and have a “Nice talk” But I did what I thought was right in my heart. 

I called him a child for waiting six months to apologies. I also gave him 24 to call me and leave a voicemail of him actually saying what he wrote in that awful love note. I could barley read the note and it was poorly written. He was a freshmen in high school and I was about to take an SAT. Which I was supposed to take in the spring. This was in December, he waited six months. I cried when I read that note because of what he put me through. I thought I blocked him on everything but not my regular texting app, I forgot I had his number in the first place.

He changed the way I look at love. He was a toxic person and no one should tell you when its okay to speak. But here's something he did not like about me. Now this happened to me when I was 15, he was 14. Don't ever let someone boss you around and use you. I’ve grown a lot since my second year of high school.

But now I am happy to say that I am happy and that I will wait for something who loves and cares for me. Now anyone who does not treat me like Kirishima, or Hawks, they can leave. I don't need m heart to be broken like glass, my friends and I have been gluing the broken pieces for a while. I’m still healing, but now I know what is okay and what is not. I am unsure of when I will find love, all I can do is hope. Who knows, maybe my future love will read this. Who knows? I sure wont know.  I don't know what will happen in the future, but all I can say is BRING IT ON! But before I end this post I just want to say,

LOVE IS LOVE! NO MATTER THE GENDER OR SEXUALITY! I support the LGBTQ+ community with my heart and soul. I don't care if your a girl, boy, non-binary, genderfluid, or anything else. As long as your nice to me, I will be nice to you back. I have not been on Tumblr long but I have made some friends on here. It’s really fun reading other peoples writings and chatting with them.

I hope that during tough times that we all can stay safe and sound. I also did not post this for the oh I'm sorry of what you went threw, it is for me to share what I went through. Maybe it will help someone else. Let me know if you want me to do more story times.

I will start working on a something new soon! I did make a promise to someone that I would write something just for them, but all I can tell you is that it will be fluff and cuteness. If you are the person I made that promise too, then HI! I hope the fic I will write makes your heart melt...….

[theladyofdeath]

Oblivion {2}

NESSIAN.

Hi! I was notified that my link to Oblivion chapter two was not working, so I’m posting it, once more. :)

Enjoy!

P.S. I have no idea if this copy is before or after editing...sorry for any typos!

@mis-lil-red  @willsrune

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His hands were rough.

It was a new sensation, the feeling of him openly discovering every inch of her body. She wasn’t afraid, though. She felt confident. Ready. Beautiful, as his mouth found hers in a hungry, primal embrace.

“I love you,” he had whispered, his eyes connecting with hers.

She reached up a hand and brushed it down his cheek, unable to forget that her body was brushing his with nothing in between them. She could feel him against her thigh, near the pounding, the longing, from between her legs.

“I love you, too,” she had promised.

And everything after that was a blur of utter euphoria that she would never forget.

“He’s back in Velaris? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Nesta paced back and forth in front of Feyre, who was sitting patiently on her couch. She had already asked that question, more times than she could count, but it baffled her that her friends, her sisters, hadn’t been the ones to tell her.

“I had to find out through Claire!” Nesta cried, tossing her hands in the air, pure frustrated radiating through the living room.

Nesta and Claire had worked together at the tavern for years, and although she didn’t mind the woman, she didn’t care to receive texts containing life-altering news from her.

Some guy came in here looking for you. Said he knew you. Chin length hair. Hazel eyes. Tattoos on his forearms. Sexy as hell.

Nesta had read the text a thousand times before storming into Feyre’s townhouse without knocking.

“I was going to tell you at dinner tonight,” Feyre confessed, completely unfazed by Nesta’s outburst.

“You should have told me months ago, when you knew he was coming home,” Nesta snapped. “And he’s staying with you, for Mother’s sake!”

“He asked about you,” Feyre said.

Nesta stopped, refusing to look at her sister. “I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” Feyre asked. “You don’t care to know that he’s doing well? That he has a college degree? That he’s fixing up his mother’s house?”

Nesta shook her head.

“Alright,” Feyre sighed, “I won’t tell you any of that, then.”

“He’s a dick,” Nesta said.

“He was young,” Feyre replied. “He did a stupid thing. We all did stupid things. But he’s a good person, Nesta, and you know that.”

She did know that. She knew who Cassian was, who he had always been, but that didn’t mean she had to admit it.

She didn’t want anything to do with the boy whom she once loved more than she thought she could ever love another being.

“Can we just leave?” Nesta asked, rubbing her temples. She didn’t want to be there when he returned.

“Fine,” Feyre said, and Nesta knew she was annoyed.

And she didn’t care one bit how Feyre felt, because it was none of her damn business.

She was the betrayer in this situation, not Nesta.

They grabbed their bags, and Feyre kissed Rhysand goodbye, before they swung open the door.

To Cassian, raking a hand through his hair.

Nesta stopped.

Cassian froze.

Feyre cleared her throat, “Shit. I forgot….Something. Be right back.”

She hurried up the stairs, leaving the pair alone.

And Nesta hated her for it.

Cassian’s eyes connected with hers, and Nesta was speechless.

He was no longer the boy she had loved, but a man.

And he looked good.

His hair was down, and she loved how he still kept it long, after all this time. He wore a tee-shirt, his tattoos in full sight, a plaid button-down tossed over his shoulder. His jeans were ripped, which is no way surprised her, nor did the fact that he was still wearing those ridiculous black combat boots.

The only thing different was the scruff that covered his cheeks, his chin, just above his lip.

Those lips.

Cassian tried to smile, even if his eyes looked terrified. “Hey.”

Nesta didn’t reply. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t string together an actual thought, so she just stared, and she knew she looked pissed.

She didn’t care.

She deserved to be pissed after what he had done to her, even if years had passed since.

Cassian opened his mouth, then shut it. He nibbled on his bottom lip - a nervous habit he hadn’t lost through the years.

“I hear you’re doing good,” he said, at last. “That’s great to hear. I hope it’s true.”

Nesta blinked, and hauled her purse higher up her shoulder.

“Well, I guess I’ll let you go. It seems you’re on your way out. I wouldn’t want to hold you up,” he said.

His voice. It was the same, nothing changed. His accent had remained, as did the deep purr of his words. She remembered that voice and the words it used to gift her with.

Words that would haunt her dreams.

Nesta gave him a curt nod, and he moved out of the way, and she hurried past him. When she had reached the bottom step, Cassian called out for her, and she stopped.

She hated it.

She hated the sound of her name on his lips, hated the feeling that it sent through her chest.

“Nesta,” he said, again, quieter, as if the familiarity of it healed his scars.

Their scars.

She looked over her shoulder, an eyebrow arched.

“You don’t even want to say hello?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

I can’t say hello to you, she had thought, unable to take her eyes away from his. I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye.

Because last time she had said goodbye, she never saw him again.

“Goodbye, Cassian,” she whispered, and held in her tears until she had shut herself inside of her car, and watched Cassian walk inside.

Neither Elain nor Feyre said a word as they sat on the balcony of Rita’s.

Nesta had been staring at her menu since they had arrived fifteen minutes prior.

Elain cleared her throat. “So, I went to the doctor today.”

“Yeah?” Feyre asked, quickly, thankful for the sudden conversation. “What did she say?”

“Any day now,” Elain beamed. “Everything is going just as it should.”

“That’s great,” Feyre said. “Isn’t that great, Nesta?”

Nesta gave her sisters a tight nod.

She knew she was being harsh, but she had every right. He was back and they hadn’t told her. He had been planning to come back for months and they hadn’t told her.

“Lucien is nearly about to bounce out of his britches,” Elain said, after another uncomfortable moment. “He caved, he knows the gender, but I keep begging him not to say a word to anyone.”

“He didn’t tell me that!” Feyre scoffed. “I want to know, too.”

“A few more days and hopefully we’ll all know,” Elain winked.

Nesta was excited for Elain, was excited for the birth of her future niece or nephew. With a sigh, she looked up and tried to give her pregnant sister a smile. “Have you tried to induce labor? There are safe ways to do so, you know.”

Elain’s smile softened as she connected eyes with the oldest Archeron sister. “It’s okay to be upset, Nesta.”

Nesta glared back down at her menu as Elain continued, “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. We should have, but we weren’t sure how to.”

Nesta nodded, at a loss for words. She understood, she really did. Her and Cassian’s situation was different. Their friends were the same, and they were all so close that they were practically family. It had been so long ago that they should have no problem being in the same room….and yet, their love had been so strong.

Too strong.

Nesta could still feel his hands exploring her body, could still taste his lips hungrily against hers. She had been fine forgetting about him, had moved on long ago.

But when she saw him, when he said her name, she had forgotten all the time that had passed.

She was back to being eighteen, in love with Velaris High’s star athlete.

She was back to being eighteen, in love with a boy whose heart was kinder than anyone else she had ever met. And somehow, he had loved her, faults and all.

All it took was one look from him to take her back in time.

“I was just surprised,” she mumbled. “We don’t have to talk about it. Let’s just order.”

Nesta waved the waitress over to ignore any further questions from her sisters. However, it didn’t work, because after Nesta had ordered her chicken carbonara, they were watching her with saddened, curious expressions.

“I feel like a sad puppy being punished for something,” Nesta said, rolling her eyes. “Can you two stop looking at me like that?”

Feyre sighed. “We’re just worried about you.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” Nesta snapped. “It’s in the past. He means nothing to me.”

Elain gave her a look that said that she knew better before taking a sip of her water.

“He would like to sit and talk with you,” Feyre said.

Nesta didn’t respond.

After that, the subject was dropped. Dinner seemed to pass by agonizingly slow, but Nesta figured it would be rude to walk out on her little sisters, one of whom was nine months pregnant.

Although if she had been at dinner with anyone else, she would have left.

She still got home by nine and once her apartment door was closed behind her, her body slumped. The facade she wore was stripped away and she was left with pained eyes and a constant frown.

After slipping off her sandals, she padded into her room and opened her closet. In a box on the top shelf were her memories, the memories she had worked so hard to forget but never really could.

She peeled off the tape and flipped open the lid.

On top was a picture, one of her favorites, of them by the Sidra, his lips on her cheek, his hands around her waist.

She had loved him.

It was real, even looking back on it she knew as much, and maybe that’s why the pain ran so deep, why what happened years ago was so earth shattering.

She had loved him, and maybe a part of her still did.

Loved what they had then, anyway.

She took the photograph out and set it aside, and she couldn’t help the tears that pooled in the corners of her eyes at what was beneath.

A Folded up, wrinkled piece of notebook paper stared at her dauntingly.

She picked it up, and flattened it out before reading,

Dear Nesta,

We have phones now, and letters seem like a cheesy, ancient concept….but I feel it’s more personal. This is for you to read when you feel lonely, when you miss me, when you feel like we’re drifting apart. This is for you to read when you’re bored, or when you’re mad at me, or when you feel like ignoring your giant piles of homework.

Know that I miss you. Know that I think about you every day, every hour, every minute. Know that I miss holding you, and kissing you, and loving you until ridiculous hours in the morning. Know that I miss bringing you to the beach, and sitting next to you in class, and taking long walks in silence because the simplicity of each other’s company is enough for each of us to feel satisfied. Know that you are everything I ever wanted, and everything I ever needed, and more than I deserve.

I love you. I love you so much, Nesta, and I know this all seems difficult now, but one day it will all be worth it.

I’m going to get my degree, and get a good job so that I can buy us a nice, big house with a nice, big yard that our dogs and kids can run around and make memories in.

Because I’m going to marry you. I’m going to marry you, and that’s a promise, because I can’t imagine this life without you.

I love you, Nes.

I miss you.

I can’t wait to call you tonight and talk for hours.

Love,

Your hot ass boyfriend,

Cassian

She didn’t bother wiping at her face, although her cheeks were damp and a sweet, salty taste could be sensed on her lips. She read the note again, and again, until her tears were nonexistent and she had enough energy to hold her chin up high.

She folded the note and sat it back in the box along with the picture; and once the box was back where it belonged, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat out on her balcony, watching the famous Velaris starlight and wishing on every star she could count.

[cat-sophia]

Happy 39th Captain Swan Day!

Hello My Friends!

@xemmaloveskillianx is brilliant and very talented writer. Unbreakable was her first story i read - it’s Canon Divergence and it was love at first read and probably most of you know it - if not i strongly recommend you to read it! An of course the perfection that is The Reason - her MC AU. I love her one shots too! Lots of good reading! All of them are so brilliant and perfect and awesome! And can’t wait to read the continuation of The Swan Princess! Or any other fics she will write!

Kristin thank you so much for all your stories! You create wonderful words and characters. Your words makes our days better! Can’t wait to see what you will write next! <3

Her stories that i read and recommend:

Multi Chapters

Unbreakable - What if Hook was able to go with Emma and Henry when they left to escape Pan’s curse? With no memory of each other or Storybrooke, Emma and Killian meet in New York as complete strangers, both with broken pasts, and both with clean slates for their future. (+ Unbreakable One Shots - Wedding Night  Two Men & A Baby  PTSD   Deleted Scene)

The Reason -  The three of them share a laugh before they all look to Emma. She has yet to comment on the new addition because she isn’t sure what to say. She usually doesn’t like change, they have a good thing going there, just the four of them. Plus, they all know him and she doesn’t, but she trusts their judgement, and she’s sure any brother of Liam can’t be all that bad. AU

Never Traditional -  Emma and Hook are just starting to understand what it feels like to be in a normal relationship together when a person from Emma’s past calls and requests her help in locating someone they let go a long time ago. So, with the Snow Queens scroll in hand, they venture to New York. Alone for the first time in their relationship, they begin to realize things aren’t always the way they seem and sometimes the past can come back to haunt you. (Captain Swan/Arrow crossover)

One Shots

Canon

Last night in New York - Emma’s feelings and thoughts about going back to SB and Killian after he finds her in NYCS

Oh Captain, my Captain - Charming and Emma after Killian’s death in 5A finale 

Menzies -  Takes place during the six weeks in Season 4 before Gold comes back. Emma and Snow’s monthly beast syncs up and David and Killian have to deal with some angry women.

Want To Go Home And See What's On Netflix? - Takes place after they beat the Snow Monster, only I’m inserting a night in between then and the time Elsa freezes the town, because lets face it, they deserve a quiet moment instead of something happening every five seconds. Emma invites Hook over for a family movie night.

Wedding plans - written during 5B

Pirates - Post Underworld. David is dropping Henry off at Emma and Hook’s house when he hears some interesting noises coming from inside. When he walks in, he sees something he’ll never forget.

A little pirate - drabble

New Armor - Emma and black leather jacket

New Year, New Me - I made a New Year’s resolution to be better at showing the people I love how much I care... But now all I want to do is kiss you.” Canon Divergent – Marian never comes back. They get interrupted before Hook admits to trading JR.

AUs

The Swan Princess -  The angel was clear, the little cygnet needed to be protected, he was to be her hero, and at the young age of five, Killian Jones is all too willing to take on that task. Little does he know, the cygnet is more than what she appears.

Love Is A Ghost You Can't Control -  We slept together once and I ran because I was scared you didn’t feel the same way I did. Now I’m the Maid of Honor at my brother’s wedding and you’re the Best Man and I can’t stop thinking about what happened between us.

Kiss Me At Midnight -  I kissed someone random at midnight on New Year's and fuck I kissed my new boss. 

Secret Santa - Christmas drabble

You Need Only Ask -  A group of scheming friends, a party, and question Emma thinks she might finally be able to ask.

Promise -  Killian Jones, EQ’s second-best bail bonds person, has been a thorn in her side since he strutted into their offices with his stupid hair, stupid elf ears and stupid British accent. She’d hate him if she wasn’t so hopelessly crazy about him.

And this unique story - gifsets instead of fic:

Bad Boy Next Door: Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

At the age of 17, Emma got pregnant. Not wanting to disappoint her adoptive mother, Ruth, she accepted her boyfriends marriage proposal, thinking it was the right thing the do, but a couple weeks after the wedding, she lost the baby. Ten years later, Emma and Neal are still married but it’s more or less on paper, the love they once shared almost completely gone, something she is fine with, because she doesn’t really believe in love anymore. Then, Killian Jones moves in with his older brother next door to her and completely throws her world upside down. For the first time in ten years, she finds herself laughing and having fun with someone who isn’t her brother or his wife… but what happens when it goes too far?

edit: @xemmaloveskillianx fics i read after i made this post:

Killian and Emma sheriffing in Storybrooke - drabble

drabble - Emma and Killian chilling at home and watching Netflix, and Killian's hand is resting on Emma's belly.

drabble - Killian wearing a baby strapper to keep his little princess safe to his chest while he sheriffs around town with Emma.

drabble - Killian likes getting scratched under his chin and he hums softly whenever Emma does it