Girl Talk

Storybrooke, post season 6. ( Neal is 4 )

@bluebellestorybrooke

“Hi. Belle. It’s snow.” She began, the phone cradled against her shoulder while she paired up her sims little socks from the laundry. “I was wondering if you wanted to bring Gideon over for a play date with Neal?” She sang son, pausing before adding the real reason she called. She needed girl time. “Charming and I had a silly little disagreement earlier and I could use your advice.”

@snowbellsquiver continued from this [x]

Emma's eyes went wide when she heard the tell tale pitter patter of tiny feet. She looked desperately back and forth between Regina and her mom holding her little brother, unsure what to do. Regina made the choice easy though. The next time Emma looked to where the other woman had been standing all she saw was purple smoke. She sighed with defeat as she took the squirming toddler into her arms and plopped onto the couch. "How much of that did you hear?" She and Regina had maybe, finally, been about to make progress and now all that was down the drain. At least she could sit and talk with her mom about it.

 “ look at me. “

Snow and Neal -snowbellsquiver

@snowbellsquiver It took Neal a moment to tear his eyes away and fix his gaze on Snow White in front of him. He knit his eyebrows together, raising them in a silent question, still panting.

Ginnifer Goodwin talks about the joys of homemade jam and the special attachment she feels to the cozy touches she adds to her home on knit stars.

The Princess has returned home.

@snowbellsquiver

The heroes stood their hopelessly as they watched the smoke cover their town and the Charming's saying goodby to their daughter for the second time in their lives usure if they will ever meet, Regina gave Emma and Henry away out of the curse as She drove her son out of the town line they made it out but something was different Emm felt a shiver her body and she could help by feel a bit soft cotton on her back it was small but it would do for now and she was surrounded by people her car was gone "Where am Who are you? and why is it so cold?" She asked shivering and trying to wrap her body in her clothing.

A scout had seen it but didn't believe it he went to run over to Snow "Your majesty am sorry to come in like this but your needed and I don't think you would believe it unless you saw it with your own eyes." he explained to the queens

@saviorswxn @snowbellsquiver @mamasnowfie

During her fight with Mal's daughter Snow suffered a head injury however in her trauma she pictured her daughter as a baby as imagines of things she wanted to do with Emma floated inside her mind Snow soon recovered so they thought what could happen to the former bandit and why is she looking at Emma strangely?"

Bringing back David Nolan to the muses (can't remember if I actually got rid of him or not) 💖

@snowbellsquiver if you fancied it 💕

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" You really think you can hide from me ? " A small smirk formed on Regina's lips as she looked at Snow for a moment. Moving a bit closer she moved her head to the side. "Poor little snowflake. So lost and have no one to turn to. "

" Tell me, my dear did you really think you could hide from me forever? I was going to find you sooner or later. But I am glad it was sooner than later. "

♠

- snowbellsquiver

What was the last dream you remember having? I don't remember all the details, but just last night I had a dream about some nonexistent episodes of Doctor Who about the Eleventh and Thirteenth Doctors. @snowbellsquiver

👶 ( from Belle)

“I told you, I won’t eat it!” Little snow scowled at Belle, crossing her arms after pushing her plate away. She was not at all a fan of vegetables. Her parents had tried to no avail. So has Johanna. So they had in-listed Belle to hopefully make a break through.

@bluebellestorybrooke

***Journey to the past / Snow’s camp in the enchanted forest ***@emmasaviorswan

“So, its you who’s been following me.. Why?” Snow breathed, her tone sharp with an arrow drawn on the figure in the blue cloak. She recognized her from that night, the woman who’s hugged her and cried when they were strangers. It had been two days since she’d stolen the ring and nearly died at Regina’s hand, again. Her actions had been irrational at the time, but she was so tired of running, of what Regina was doing to her people in the villages. She would be more careful, hopefully she wouldn’t have to face her again. She had the gold from the trolls, but arriving at port she’d discovered the pirate left without her. So, She’d have to find another way out of this realm. She thought of red, end of the prince that helped save her. She couldn’t risk anymore lives. Which is exactly what she’d been trying to leave. Move camps, but then she’d heard the rustling. “Where’s your Prince? Charles?” She narrowed her eyes on the young woman, realizing after a moment she was alone this time.

“What’s bothering you?” ( @bluebellestorybrooke, EF! Belle)

“What’s not bothering me? My back aches, my ankles are swollen and this one’s kept me awake for three days with heartburn.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned back into her chair, crying. “We lost Emma and Henry to come back here and be.. I don’t know. Safe, happy? Normal?” She shook her head, tears falling as she worried her lip between her teeth and held on to her bump. “A Wicked witch is out to steal my baby… Again. Im powerless to stop her. Again. Rumples a prisoner and Neal’s inside him.. I’m a failure of a queen, failure of a mother. I’m sorry Belle. I should have been a better leader.” She sniffled into her dress sleeve. “I feel so much guilt for having this baby. I know it’s not, but it feels like I’m betraying Emma. I missed everything with her because of my brave, heroic decision to send her to that wardrobe alone so she could save us all.. to do that, she had to be alone. Never knowing how much we loved her. Why should I get a second chance to be a mother? Emma deserved to have everything this child is going to have. Maybe I should willingly give the wicked witch my child!” She threw up her hands. “It would serve me right.. What I did to Emma still haunts me. Everyday. I don’t deserve to be happy when what I did cost her twenty eight years of happiness. ”

@bluebellestorybrooke

Mothers, daughters, babies

@saltyunordinaryprincess

{ Storybrooke. Season 7-ish when Emma was carrying hope }

“ Emma!” Snow yelped as she let herself into her daughter’s house with arms full. No, she hadn’t learned from the pancakes incident. She did however peek in the windows first and cover her eyes when she entered now. “I’m so glad your here! I wanted to run a few things by you for the shower and drop off another present. Now I know you said you didn’t want much of a fuss, but I was thinking we could do it at mine and your fathers instead of granny’s. The last few parties were a little cramped.” Considering they’d made new friends and had residence from other world now. The cover of the wedding planning binder had been swapped out for a stork. Mary Margaret was buzzing with excitement of her impending second grandchild. She missed all of this with Henry so of course she was doing double time. She smiled at Emma’s stomach, she’d cradled her own constantly with Emma and Neal and tried to imagine her granddaughter kicking away in there.. “How are you feeling? Our little pirate princess giving you any trouble with cravings or heart burn? ”

( Henry , @bluebellestorybrooke , around early s2)

“ So since you’re my grandma, does this mean you’re gonna be like all the grandmas on TV and knit or bake cookies or something? Or can you teach me how to shoot an arrow ?” Since David was already showing him how to use a sword.

“Yes, Henry I am.” She stated with a soft smile, ruffling his hair as she let out a small giggle at how he’d worried things.  There were so many things she wanted to teach Emma and Henry now that they were together. “I don’t know if I’ll be like the ones on TV, I’m not exactly your average grandma, but I would be more than happy to set up some targets for us once you finish your homework.” She gave him that teacher look, her eyes watering with pride. She would never tire of him calling her that. Grandma. She was a grandma. Her grin met her eyes as she walked beside him. “Mary Margaret was very good at baking and knitting,so I’m sure that can be arranged. ” She winked. “How are your sword fighting lessons with grandpa going?” @bluebellestorybrooke

Henry ( @bluebellestorybrooke) would like to know how Snow feels about having a great- granddaughter.

(s7)

Snow is thankful for the curse adding thirty years on to her life span these days. As crazy as it was to wrap her head around.

That means she gets extra time with her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. She finds Lucy beautiful, funny, and so intelligent. And now she finally has a little girl she can dress up in a ball gowns with ribbons and bows. They have tea, She enjoys teaching her archery and spending time together in the castle. 

Snows only request is that all future grandchildren and great grandchildren aren’t grown up when she gets to meet them.

@snowbellsquiver sent 😘🍺 - For Ruby & Mary Margaret plastering Ruby with a dozen kisses like we discussed 🏹🐺 getting flirty and maybe a little dirty? 😉 ( Can be their cursed personas or post curse!! ) Send 😘🍺 to drunkenly kiss my muse!

Ruby should stop this. She absolutely should stop this. But Mary Margaret looked so cute tonight and she was coming onto her and they had both had so much to drink. Granted Mary Margaret had had quite a bit more to drink than she had; which is exactly why she should be stopping this. But then their lips met and Ruby couldn't help sliding her hands into the other woman's cropped hair.

She pulled back after a moment and rested her forehead against Mary Margaret's in an attempt to ground herself. "We should, um, we should probably take this elsewhere. Wouldn't want any of your parents seeing." She giggled as she whispered. She wasn't sure where exactly they would take it. Sometimes she swore her granny was part wolf with all the things she complained about hearing at the inn and she didn't want to add Mary Margaret to that last. No, Mary Margaret was more special than that.