#the Darling in Jesse’s street clothes outfit

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Jesse in Darling garb (sans lab coat) one of Darling’s concept outfits had this cute tan jacket…

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people in my life are constantly commenting on how I look and my weight, I’ve decided to make a fanfic out of it to hopefully help others, I wasn’t sure how to approach this so I just wrote what felt right, remember that no matter what size you are, you truly are beautiful :) ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, clothes that used to fit, no longer do and Michael comforts her through it 

(inspired by the song ‘Brainstorm’ by Alexander 23)

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

I look through mine and Michael’s shared wardrobe looking for an outfit as Michael suggested going out and then we could to go a restaurant afterwards, 

My knee - high black boots are already on the floor as I’ve picked them out 

“I haven’t wore some of these clothes in ages”, I mutter to myself since Winter is drawing to a close and it is  starting to get slightly warmer.

ʜᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴅ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ?

ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ

My eyes scan across the old clothes that I wore last spring and summer time, I gasp when I notice the black pleated leather skirt that I wore on my first date with Michael, a smile appears on my face as I remember him saying how gorgeous I looked in it, I didn’t believe him though as some of my family members have always told me “you need to start walking more” or “you’ll never find anyone looking like how you do”, those family members always judge me for my weight but Michael doesn’t and he’s the only person that matters to me.

I decide to pair the skirt with a red tank top, “now that’s a cute outfit”, I tell myself and I giggle at how exciting it was to finally not having to cover up ‘cause of the cold outside. 

I pull the skirt up and I’m surprised at how it still fits me, but then I notice the zipper

“God if this zipper doesn’t close, I’ll go mad”, I tell myself and my thoughts were correct of course, the zipper wouldn’t close. 

“Stupid fucking zipper!” I shout in frustration and I sit on the bed with my head in my hands, I could feel myself start to sob.

Why can’t I be like all the other girls that I see around here? With their perfect bodies , I mean how could Michael love someone like me? I’m always losing weight just to gain it all over again. 

sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ?

'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴀʏ

Suddenly the bedroom door bursts open,

“Darling are you alright, I heard you shouting?”, I look up at him through my eyes filled with tears.

“My skirt won’t zip up, it used to fit me remember”

Michael sits down beside me and he wraps his arms around me,

“It’s okay that it doesn’t fit anymore pet, I can always get you a new one”

“I wanted to surprise you by wearing it again but I guess I can’t do that now”, I feel tears spill down my face once more and Michael wipes them away,

“I’ll always love you no matter what size you are, you are absolutely stunning in my eyes”

“I constantly see people judging me for how my body looks, from my family to people in the street and I’m so tired of it”, 

I respond with honesty in my voice.

“Those people don’t matter, I will forever love you despite what others may think”,

I feel Michael pulling me closer to him for us to hug, he holds me and we stay like that for a few moments.

“Mikey I love you so much, thank you for always being here for me”

“Aww I love you more than anything pet and never forget that…”

Michael stands up from the bed and puts his hand out 

“Now get some clothes on so we can go get you some lovely new clothes”

I reach for Michael’s hand and he pulls me up off the bed, I get into a cute comfy outfit and afterwards, I run downstairs ready to head out with Michael.

“Are you ready to go love?”

Michael asks when he sees me

“Yes I am, let’s go!”

And with that, the two of us head out on a walk to the nearest clothes shops, in hopes of finding me a new wardrobe.

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Dressed to Impress Ch 2

Here’s chapter 2 of Dressed to Impress. I can’t tell you how much the kudos, reblogs and comments have meant. Enjoy.

Also on AO3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8837350/chapters/21827525

and FF 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12295419/1/Dressed-to-Impress

Chapter 2

: Chapter 2Summary:

Emma revisits her past, with her pirate at her side.

Notes:

I originally hadn't planned on a second chapter to this, but I was so touched by the response to this fic, that I was inspired.

I thought about adding a protective Killian moment, or a little revenge moment and I might add to it later if the muse descends, but really, I just wanted Emma to have a nice time. She deserves to be happy.

Thank you to all who have read, gave kudos, and commented.

I own nothing from OUAT, I am just trying to be a better writer.

Chapter Text

“So there is a tour, we aren’t going to that.”

Killian nodded patiently as Emma read through the brochure of the event that evening.

“The reunion dinner-dances is being held at hotel down the street. There's also a cocktail hour, and some speeches by class officers and stuff.”

“May I inquire as to why we did not stay at the same building as the event being held?”

Emma looked sheepish as she answered. “I may have splurged a bit on our hotel room. Ours is a lot nicer. When I was just starting out as a bail-bonds-person, I would hang out in our hotel’s lobby, they never bothered me and I always liked it there. I would have loved to stay in a room for a night, but I could never afford the room before.”

Killian said nothing to that, but he didn’t need to say anything for them both to know that he understood and he supported her.

After one last glance in the mirror, Emma turned to him.

“Ready?”

Killian offered her his arm and she took it as they made their way out the door.

___________________

The reunion was close and the weather was nice, so they took their time strolling arm and arm to the party.

“You look stunning Swan. I should have brought my cutlass, I’ll be fighting men off of you all night.”

Emma blushed a bit, she had heard many compliments from various men in her life regarding her looks, but it always made her heart flutter when Killian said it.

She had to admit, she did look pretty good in her new dress. Her hair was curled in soft ringlets that hung beautifully around her shoulder. Her pencil skirt and heels flattered her long legs and narrow hips. She squeezed Killian’s arm, his leather jacket was buttery soft, worn over her favorite leather vest and crisp new shirt. He looked handsome and rakish.

“You look pretty great too, sailor. I should’ve brought my gun.”

“Any woman would be a fool to cross you, My Pirate Queen.”

They entered the hotel and indeed, the hotel Swan had chosen was much nicer. They found the ballroom easily. There were some tables covered with displays of high school memorabilia in the front of the room. There were trophies, yearbooks and photo collages adorning the displays.

They found a seat, and ever the gentleman, Killian pulled her chair out for her. Emma glanced around, she hadn’t really expected to see many people she knew, she was never great at making friends, and she hadn’t been at that school the whole four years.

Besides, her best friend was sitting across from her.

The dinner was a fairly simple affair,a buffet of assorted meats, vegetables, breads, and desserts. Chicken for Emma, fish for Hook. They both grabbed cheesecake for dessert. Killian grabbed a second slice, saying he’d work off the excess sugar later that weekend.

Dinner was cleared away and it was time for dancing and catching up with other classmates.

“Fancy a drink, darling?”

“That sounds great actually.”

Killian went to grab some champagne as Emma started to glance at the various displays. There were yearbooks, scrapbooks, trophies and cheerleader poms. There were photos of smiling seniors and newspaper articles framed. Emma felt a tiny twinge of wistfulness. High school had been rough on her. She had graduated a semester early and soon after had hit the streets.

It would have been nice to go to prom, to be in a school play, or even clubs. Her fingers brushed the pages of the yearbook. She didn’t get a yearbook, they were forty dollars, to 16 year old Emma Swan, it may as well had been four hundred.

Here she was, a princess, in a gorgeous dress with her true love, and yet there were still scars from her youth that made her feel like that orphan in hand me down clothes.

"Emma? Emma Swan?"

Emma turned to see an attractive brunette next to her. Her name tag read "Jess."

"Jess?"

The brunette smiled warmly. "Yeah. It's so good to see you." She hugged Emma.

Jessica had been a pretty popular person in school, she was beautiful, always flawless and never seemed to wear the same outfit twice. She was a cheerleader and played Juliet in the school play was always the kind of person you didn't want to like, but was so nice that you couldn't help it. She and Emma had sat next to each other in two classes and had shared notes as needed.

"How are you? You look gorgeous, Emma!"

"Uh, thank you, I'm great, how are you?"

Jess beamed. "I'm great! Oh Emma, I am so glad you are here. I always looked up to you, you know."

That was certainly a surprise. "Really?"

"Well yeah, you were always so, like, tough? Not like in a bad way." She quickly corrected. "But like, a bunch of guys had crushes on you, but you were so pretty and brave, no one had the guts to ask you out."

Emma was so speechless that she didn't know how to respond to that. Luckily, she didn't have to because Killian reappeared with their drinks.

“Here you are, love.”

The other woman's eyes bulged out just a bit at Killian. She recovered quickly and the three of them had a nice conversation until Jess got a text and had to find her husband. She hugged Emma again and they parted ways.

Emma swallowed the drink Killian offered and set down the empty glass still reeling a bit from the info Jess had told her. Here she had always thought she had been so pathetic, listening to the awful things her bullies had told her. The words she had spoken in Camelot rang in her head. I was never nothing.

Emma turned to Hook as a familiar music started to play, and people began to hit the dance floor.

“I uh, I’m not sure what to do just yet.”

Killian took her hand, “Blend in.”

The gesture was so much like that moment back in the ball in the Enchanted Forest she almost choked.

“And does my partner know what he is doing?” She asked with a smile.

“Aye, I think I might. A party is a party in any realm, love.”

She relaxed a little as the awful hits that she remembered from her youth blasted through the ballroom.

Emma had showed Killian how to slow dance some time ago. The couple had taken to swaying back and forth to quiet music. They had danced in a fairy-tale ballrooms with an ensemble and fancy gowns and alone in their darkened bedroom with just Killian’s lilting voice to make music. it always felt like the whole world fell away when they held each other in their arms and danced into the night.

Emma was sometimes reminded of the scene in Sleeping Beauty where the prince and princess danced beautifully into the clouds, her dress magically changing from blue to pink at the whim of her fairy guardians. ____________________

Emma caught sight of someone she knew and they strolled over to a much older woman. She was speaking politely to someone before she turned to Emma and Hook.

Emma took a breath, “You probably don’t remember me, my name is Emma Swan, I was in your Art class.”

The woman’s eyes shone with recognition. “Emma Swan! Of course I remember you! You did all those watercolor paintings!

Killian couldn't hold back his smile at the blush creeping up Emma’s cheeks as her old teacher hugged her.

“It’s so nice to see you Miss Swan! How are you? You look lovely!”

Emma never was used to compliments, her cheeks were burning and she felt Killian’s grin, “Thank you, this is my fiance, Killian. Killian, this is Mrs. Miller, she was my art teacher.”

Killian gave her a brilliant smile. “Killian Jones, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. You must regale me with tales of Emma in her youth.”

Mrs. Miller grinned “Oh Emma is a wonderful artist. Really a natural with watercolors!”

________________

They walked out into the cool night. Emma pulled him to a stop, bringing him in for a warm kiss.

She leaned her forehead to rest against his.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

Hook pulled her deeper into his embrace. “The pleasure was mine, your highness.” He smiled mischievously before dropping his voice to a purr.

“I believe I have a favor to cash in, and I would like for it to start in that indoor hot-spring.”