Random One Shots

Emma Swan - Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan x Reader: Breathe.

A/N: Thanks to Chelsea is still broken (Quotev ) for requesting an Emma Swan fic.

Fair warning...this one...well it's a little weird. It's based off of an experience I went through last night, and I wrote most of this at around 1 am. It's unedited, so there may be some major mistakes due to my lack of sleep last night, so I'm sorry about that.

This is definitely the strangest one shot I've written, and isn't at all what I expected to write, but it worked at the time so I'm rolling with it. If it's bad I can write another Emma one later, once I'm caught up on other requests or the inspiration hits. Thanks for bearing with me.

(Y/N) = Your Name.

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or its characters. Also, the Reader is not at all based upon a fairy tale.

Breathe. Just breathe.

You are going to be okay.

You're safe, you're fine. No one is going to take you.

It's only dark, and late, and you're alone and vulnerable, in a sketchy part on the outskirts of Storybrooke, in a creaking old house.

In fact, why should you be worried that an unrecognizable car just pulled up on your usually abandoned street, stopped just outside of your house for a few minutes, and then drove off? What's abnormal about that?

Your heart was picking up, the thoughts continuing to swirl rapidly in your head.

Breathe. Breathe.

You are going to be okay.

You're freaking out for no reason.

You don't need to contact anyone.

A creak sounded throughout the house, followed by a loud bang, and our heart rate picked up again as you shot up to check the windows, instinctively reaching for your phone.

Emma. You wanted Emma. You had to talk to your girlfriend. She could calm you down.

No. You're okay. There's no one outside. No sign of the car.

You paced around the house for a second before laying in your bed, the lights off and the house silent.

Feeling your eyes drift shut, your heart began to slow.

Breathe in, breathe out. You're okay. Everything's fine. You can sleep now-

A rustling sound occurred, followed by what sounded like the click of the deadbolt lock on your front door.

You shot up from bed with your phone in your hand again, checking the door and the windows with your heart pounding.

Nothing.

No car. No creepy stalker planning to tie you up and rape you. No one planning to shoot you and raid your home. No psychopath or sexual sadist at your door after stalking you for several days and learning your patterns and knowing that there's no one in or around your home to protect you.

You watch too many crime shows and horror movies, you realize.

Breathe in, breathe out. You're okay.