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Henry: Why is Regina crying on the floor?

Emma : She took one of those 'Which Disney Princess are you' quizzes.

Henry: And?

Emma : She got Snow.

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This story really hurts my heart but in the best kind of way?😍😫

Chapter Thirty-Six: Beige.

Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.

Tag List: @mayfair-fleur @mistysswampmud @paulsonsratched @msvenablx @notmeellaannyy @rwoolfe @golddustdykes​ @lovingsarah @slut-for-sarah @geinobinarie​ (message me to be added if interested!)

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Happy birthday!

ThankYou!🎉

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It’s my birthday!🎉

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Stranger Things season 4 is like

Robin: this is my girlfriend Nancy, and her boyfriend Steve, and his boyfriend Eddie, and his girlfriend Chrissy

Will: this is my boyfriend Mike, and his girlfriend Jane, and her girlfriend Max, and her boyfriend Lucas

Jonathan, blazed out of his gourd: woah, how does that work

Argyle, Functional Stoner: it's called polyamory, brochacho

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seen a lot of these with your favorites, but reblog with the CURRENT book you are reading, show you are streaming, the last movie you watched, and any game/puzzle/crafts you’re working on 

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feeling heartbroken over someone you never dated is the weirdest feeling

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regina mills + text post meme part 14

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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They should invent sleep for women

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The biggest crime in television history has got to be the fact OUAT never made Swan Queen canon x

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please put in the tags how many siblings you have and whether you’re a competitive person or not it’s for science

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Loving Ally.

Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader.

You weren't supposed to fall for a married woman, but what happens when you're forced to confront your feelings?

I posted this a while ago but it was deleted. This was taken from my Wattpad.

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Ally could not sleep. The air was far too humid and her mind would not shut off. Her constant tossing and turning had aroused a few groans of annoyance from Ivy. She ignored them.

She's thinking of you. You're all Ally thinks about. Not the woman of whom she wed, promised to spend the rest of her life with, not her. You. Oh to be married to you, she thinks.

There was a time when Ally had been so unbelievably in love with Ivy it hurt. It was enchanting. Ally had found the strength within herself to face her fears, to overcome her phobias, and maybe that's the reason why Ally's adoration for her wife had begun to dissipate. Ivy had been the one to guide her through each depressive episode, to soothe her through each panic attack, but now Ally had saved herself. She was no longer dependent on Ivy. Maybe that's what it was, dependency. Not love. Then there's Ozzie, the sweet little boy they share. Thinking of her son brings a smile to Ally's face. Oz would adore you. Ally knows it. Your kindness and your goofiness would be sure to capture her child's heart, in the same way you had so effortlessly claimed hers as your own.

—

It had been almost two years since your affair with Ally had started. She had come into your life unexpectedly. You met her in a restaurant, her restaurant. It was a favourite of yours, but soon enough the quality of food wasn't the reason why you had found yourself returning. Again, and again.

It was just a one night stand. Until one turned to two, then two turned to ten and years later you're still playing the same dangerous game. Except you don't seem to be winning. You have lost yourself. Loving Ally has been both a blessing and a curse. Your heart aches for her presence and her love. But your mind knows that the strain is becoming too much to bare. She has a wife, a child, a career- and a good one at that. What could you possibly give her that would be worth an ounce of what she already has? What more could you do to make the woman you love stay?

You knew about Ivy. You knew about Ozzie. So it's your own fault, your own actions had resulted in your own suffering. Most people would have put an end to it, but Ally was addicting. You needed her to survive, you've been so foolish to allow things to get this far. You know you need to walk away. Except you don't know if you have the capability, and that's what frightens you the most.

Today, you locked your phone away. It took copious amounts of self control (which hadn't ever come easy to you). You simply had far too much work to catch up on, and the possibility of Ally, the temptation to reach out could not get in your way. Your heart sank when you pulled out your phone at dinner time.

Can I come over tonight? x

Are you ignoring me?

I'd really like to see you.

Tonight you had plans, dinner with a friend. When they had suggested dinner at Ally's restaurant, you had almost considered cancelling, but you didn't. So that was where you were going to end up.

You reply to Ally, explaining you have plans already, and that you will see her another day. When she replies with a sad face emoji, you almost consider bailing on your friend and telling Ally to come over, almost. You type out a quick 'sorry' message, and that is the end of that.

—

Ally didn't sleep a wink last night, her mood was on a fast decline, Ivy didn't seem to be too chipper today either. Two moody women under the same roof? Ally blew. They fought. There can be no progression without confrontation, as they say. Ivy demanded divorce, and in those few words, Ally knew that she was free.

Ally called you, you didn't answer. She tried again, nothing. She sent a message, no response. She tried a second, third, fourth. Had you given up on Ally? It was hours later when you had responded and Ally jumped. She was immediately disheartened to learn that you had other plans. She needed to see you. Ally needed to distract her mind and she knew Ivy wasn't going to be working tonight, so she threw herself into work. She called up the restaurant and she let them know that she'll be picking up a shift.

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This wasn't really where you wanted to be. In this restaurant, listening to your friend complain about the minuscule problems she and her boyfriend have been facing. Your issues would wipe the floor with her issues. How can one complain about their boyfriend watching too much sport? Have you ever been hopelessly in love with a married woman? No? Didn't think so.

She shuts up, finally.

"How have you been?" Don't ask that.

Before you get a chance to reply, you're interrupted.

"Are you ladies ready to order?" That voice, it's too familiar. Fuck. Ally. She's looking right at you, a sparkle in her eye. You presumed that her wanted to spend the evening with you meant that there wasn't a chance of a potential run-in at the restaurant. Oh, how wrong. She's so calm. How can she be so calm? Your friend orders a cocktail of some sort and a pasta dish.

"I'll just have the same." You're trying to avoid her face. She has the composure of a queen, and you're on the verge of a full blown panic attack. And if things couldn't get worse, Ally plucks the menu from your fingertips and turns to the cocktail section.

"I'd recommend The Leg Spreader, it's mostly tequila, you seem like a tequila girl." A wink. She winks. You want the ground to swallow you up. It's a joke right? A sick joke. No. She holds the menu out for you to see for yourself, there is an actual cocktail on the menu called The Leg Spreader.

"I'll pass."

"That's a shame." Ally grins, her eyes still holding that same sparkle, and even when she walks away- you know that she's still grinning. She has riled you up, and she's revelling in it.

"Alright, what the fuck was that?" Your friend asks, you're not sure if you want to laugh, or cry.

"I have no idea." Whatever Ally is doing, she needs to stop.

The rest of the night goes by quickly. The meals had been finished and the alcohol had started to kick in. This made conversation flow smoother, the experience a little nicer. Your friend had been picked up by her boyfriend. She offered you a ride home, but you politely declined, insisting you call an Uber instead. She had gone, and you had stayed. Ally had been behind the bar for a little while now, and you find yourself approaching it and setting yourself down on one of the barstools.

"Did you know I was coming here?" You ask, Ally turns upon hearing your voice.

"How would I? Did you know I was here?"

"Presumed you wouldn't be." You mutter.

"Well then what a pleasant coincidence." You used to believe that coincidence meant that you were on the right path. This? Well, who knows. "Will you try The Leg Spreader now, darling?" That silly little grin.

"You need to stop."

"Stop what?" Sickly sweet, feigning innocence.

"You know what." Ally tuts at your comment, disregarding it completely. You can't do this. You tell Ally you're going to the bathroom in an attempt to regain what shred of composure you have left. The alcohol was not helping, despite prior opinions.

You don't make it to the bathroom. Before you reach the door, you're pulled away by a strong grip on your wrist, pulled into another room. The office. Ally uses her foot to close the door and she snakes her arm around you to lock it, all while her mouth is on yours. Ally kisses you with so much passion, so much fire. And maybe you're a fool to submit so easily but in this moment, being a fool didn't seem so bad. Not when her mouth is devouring you like it is, not when her hands are wandering aimlessly like they are. Ally's lips leave yours before moving to your neck.

You're not interested in another secret rendezvous, another meaningless fuck. You have fallen too hard for it to remain unimportant.

"Ally." Ally hums in response. "Ally." You say firmer this time, as firm as you can but Ally does not stop. You pull away, breathing irregular. You can still feel her mouth on you, you can still feel the heat of her skin against your own. 

"Sweetheart?" You bury your face in your hands. What do you do?

"I- I can't."

"Can't what?" A single tear rolls down your cheek. Ally's expression switches from confused, to concerned. She looks like she wants the reach out for you, she resists. "Baby, why are you crying?" The gentle lull to her tone is softer than you have ever heard her speak. You imagine that's the sort of way she speaks to her son when he's upset, or sick. "Tell me what to do, let me help. Please don't cry." She does move closer this time, cautiously, like you would run if she moved too fast. The tears continue to fall. The weight of the sadness, the yearning, the love crushing you with their unbearable weight.

"I want you to stay."

"I'm right here."

"I need you to stay."

"I'm here." She uses her thumb to brush at a tear.

"But you won't."

"I don't understan-"

"You won't stay if I told you I loved you."  

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be so painful- yet despite it all, you know that it's Ally. It has always been Ally, it will always be Ally.

You meet Ally's face, afraid of what she might say in response. It's emotionless, that can't be a good sign. Suddenly, the harsh reality of the situation hits you full force, like a brick to the face. Ally is married, she has a son.

"Oh god- I- I need to." You fumble for the door handle behind you, but Ally takes hold of your arm, halting your actions. Preventing you from leaving.

"I'm getting a divorce." You open your mouth to speak but a manicured finger is placed on your lips. "Let me finish darling. I'm getting a divorce. I don't love Ivy, the love was gone a long time ago. I hated myself every time I left you, I wanted to stay with you, forever, I did. I do. How am I supposed to stay married to Ivy when you're the one that I love? I'm ashamed of the way we've done this, I don't even know your favourite colour, I know nothing about where you're from or who your family is. The one thing I do know, the one thing I'm certain of, is that I am so in love with you Y/N."

It was like you had been awakened.

"You mean it?"

"I've never been so sure of anything in my whole life."

Loving Ally had been a whirlwind of pain, grief and longing. Yet, loving Ally had been beautiful. None of that mattered anymore, for you would be loving Ally, for the rest of your life.

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OUAT except everyone is queer

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Loving Ally.

Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader.

You weren't supposed to fall for a married woman, but what happens when you're forced to confront your feelings?

I posted this a while ago but it was deleted. This was taken from my Wattpad.

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Ally could not sleep. The air was far too humid and her mind would not shut off. Her constant tossing and turning had aroused a few groans of annoyance from Ivy. She ignored them.

She's thinking of you. You're all Ally thinks about. Not the woman of whom she wed, promised to spend the rest of her life with, not her. You. Oh to be married to you, she thinks.

There was a time when Ally had been so unbelievably in love with Ivy it hurt. It was enchanting. Ally had found the strength within herself to face her fears, to overcome her phobias, and maybe that's the reason why Ally's adoration for her wife had begun to dissipate. Ivy had been the one to guide her through each depressive episode, to soothe her through each panic attack, but now Ally had saved herself. She was no longer dependent on Ivy. Maybe that's what it was, dependency. Not love. Then there's Ozzie, the sweet little boy they share. Thinking of her son brings a smile to Ally's face. Oz would adore you. Ally knows it. Your kindness and your goofiness would be sure to capture her child's heart, in the same way you had so effortlessly claimed hers as your own.

—

It had been almost two years since your affair with Ally had started. She had come into your life unexpectedly. You met her in a restaurant, her restaurant. It was a favourite of yours, but soon enough the quality of food wasn't the reason why you had found yourself returning. Again, and again.

It was just a one night stand. Until one turned to two, then two turned to ten and years later you're still playing the same dangerous game. Except you don't seem to be winning. You have lost yourself. Loving Ally has been both a blessing and a curse. Your heart aches for her presence and her love. But your mind knows that the strain is becoming too much to bare. She has a wife, a child, a career- and a good one at that. What could you possibly give her that would be worth an ounce of what she already has? What more could you do to make the woman you love stay?

You knew about Ivy. You knew about Ozzie. So it's your own fault, your own actions had resulted in your own suffering. Most people would have put an end to it, but Ally was addicting. You needed her to survive, you've been so foolish to allow things to get this far. You know you need to walk away. Except you don't know if you have the capability, and that's what frightens you the most.

Today, you locked your phone away. It took copious amounts of self control (which hadn't ever come easy to you). You simply had far too much work to catch up on, and the possibility of Ally, the temptation to reach out could not get in your way. Your heart sank when you pulled out your phone at dinner time.

Can I come over tonight? x

Are you ignoring me?

I'd really like to see you.

Tonight you had plans, dinner with a friend. When they had suggested dinner at Ally's restaurant, you had almost considered cancelling, but you didn't. So that was where you were going to end up.

You reply to Ally, explaining you have plans already, and that you will see her another day. When she replies with a sad face emoji, you almost consider bailing on your friend and telling Ally to come over, almost. You type out a quick 'sorry' message, and that is the end of that.

—

Ally didn't sleep a wink last night, her mood was on a fast decline, Ivy didn't seem to be too chipper today either. Two moody women under the same roof? Ally blew. They fought. There can be no progression without confrontation, as they say. Ivy demanded divorce, and in those few words, Ally knew that she was free.

Ally called you, you didn't answer. She tried again, nothing. She sent a message, no response. She tried a second, third, fourth. Had you given up on Ally? It was hours later when you had responded and Ally jumped. She was immediately disheartened to learn that you had other plans. She needed to see you. Ally needed to distract her mind and she knew Ivy wasn't going to be working tonight, so she threw herself into work. She called up the restaurant and she let them know that she'll be picking up a shift.

—

This wasn't really where you wanted to be. In this restaurant, listening to your friend complain about the minuscule problems she and her boyfriend have been facing. Your issues would wipe the floor with her issues. How can one complain about their boyfriend watching too much sport? Have you ever been hopelessly in love with a married woman? No? Didn't think so.

She shuts up, finally.

"How have you been?" Don't ask that.

Before you get a chance to reply, you're interrupted.

"Are you ladies ready to order?" That voice, it's too familiar. Fuck. Ally. She's looking right at you, a sparkle in her eye. You presumed that her wanted to spend the evening with you meant that there wasn't a chance of a potential run-in at the restaurant. Oh, how wrong. She's so calm. How can she be so calm? Your friend orders a cocktail of some sort and a pasta dish.

"I'll just have the same." You're trying to avoid her face. She has the composure of a queen, and you're on the verge of a full blown panic attack. And if things couldn't get worse, Ally plucks the menu from your fingertips and turns to the cocktail section.

"I'd recommend The Leg Spreader, it's mostly tequila, you seem like a tequila girl." A wink. She winks. You want the ground to swallow you up. It's a joke right? A sick joke. No. She holds the menu out for you to see for yourself, there is an actual cocktail on the menu called The Leg Spreader.

"I'll pass."

"That's a shame." Ally grins, her eyes still holding that same sparkle, and even when she walks away- you know that she's still grinning. She has riled you up, and she's revelling in it.

"Alright, what the fuck was that?" Your friend asks, you're not sure if you want to laugh, or cry.

"I have no idea." Whatever Ally is doing, she needs to stop.

The rest of the night goes by quickly. The meals had been finished and the alcohol had started to kick in. This made conversation flow smoother, the experience a little nicer. Your friend had been picked up by her boyfriend. She offered you a ride home, but you politely declined, insisting you call an Uber instead. She had gone, and you had stayed. Ally had been behind the bar for a little while now, and you find yourself approaching it and setting yourself down on one of the barstools.

"Did you know I was coming here?" You ask, Ally turns upon hearing your voice.

"How would I? Did you know I was here?"

"Presumed you wouldn't be." You mutter.

"Well then what a pleasant coincidence." You used to believe that coincidence meant that you were on the right path. This? Well, who knows. "Will you try The Leg Spreader now, darling?" That silly little grin.

"You need to stop."

"Stop what?" Sickly sweet, feigning innocence.

"You know what." Ally tuts at your comment, disregarding it completely. You can't do this. You tell Ally you're going to the bathroom in an attempt to regain what shred of composure you have left. The alcohol was not helping, despite prior opinions.

You don't make it to the bathroom. Before you reach the door, you're pulled away by a strong grip on your wrist, pulled into another room. The office. Ally uses her foot to close the door and she snakes her arm around you to lock it, all while her mouth is on yours. Ally kisses you with so much passion, so much fire. And maybe you're a fool to submit so easily but in this moment, being a fool didn't seem so bad. Not when her mouth is devouring you like it is, not when her hands are wandering aimlessly like they are. Ally's lips leave yours before moving to your neck.

You're not interested in another secret rendezvous, another meaningless fuck. You have fallen too hard for it to remain unimportant.

"Ally." Ally hums in response. "Ally." You say firmer this time, as firm as you can but Ally does not stop. You pull away, breathing irregular. You can still feel her mouth on you, you can still feel the heat of her skin against your own. 

"Sweetheart?" You bury your face in your hands. What do you do?

"I- I can't."

"Can't what?" A single tear rolls down your cheek. Ally's expression switches from confused, to concerned. She looks like she wants the reach out for you, she resists. "Baby, why are you crying?" The gentle lull to her tone is softer than you have ever heard her speak. You imagine that's the sort of way she speaks to her son when he's upset, or sick. "Tell me what to do, let me help. Please don't cry." She does move closer this time, cautiously, like you would run if she moved too fast. The tears continue to fall. The weight of the sadness, the yearning, the love crushing you with their unbearable weight.

"I want you to stay."

"I'm right here."

"I need you to stay."

"I'm here." She uses her thumb to brush at a tear.

"But you won't."

"I don't understan-"

"You won't stay if I told you I loved you."  

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be so painful- yet despite it all, you know that it's Ally. It has always been Ally, it will always be Ally.

You meet Ally's face, afraid of what she might say in response. It's emotionless, that can't be a good sign. Suddenly, the harsh reality of the situation hits you full force, like a brick to the face. Ally is married, she has a son.

"Oh god- I- I need to." You fumble for the door handle behind you, but Ally takes hold of your arm, halting your actions. Preventing you from leaving.

"I'm getting a divorce." You open your mouth to speak but a manicured finger is placed on your lips. "Let me finish darling. I'm getting a divorce. I don't love Ivy, the love was gone a long time ago. I hated myself every time I left you, I wanted to stay with you, forever, I did. I do. How am I supposed to stay married to Ivy when you're the one that I love? I'm ashamed of the way we've done this, I don't even know your favourite colour, I know nothing about where you're from or who your family is. The one thing I do know, the one thing I'm certain of, is that I am so in love with you Y/N."

It was like you had been awakened.

"You mean it?"

"I've never been so sure of anything in my whole life."

Loving Ally had been a whirlwind of pain, grief and longing. Yet, loving Ally had been beautiful. None of that mattered anymore, for you would be loving Ally, for the rest of your life.

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This has become a headcanon blog. I’m not even mad x

GIF’s are NOT mine.

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Billie Dean Howard.

Meeting Billie Dean Howard was the most surreal moment of your entire life. One of those, is this really happening to me kind of moments.

To love, and be loved by Billie may just be the greatest feeling in the entire world.

She’s often away for work leaving you at home. She’s cautious to have you around spirits and you can only adore her thoughtfulness. It’s definitely hard being away from her though.

Princess treatment, always.

Billie showers you with gifts 24/7 despite your pleas not to. She spends too much money on you.

Dusty rose, pearls and silk sheets.

She loves nothing more than having you on her arm during red carpet events.

Babydoll.

Slow dancing in the kitchen to old music.

Date nights are frequent. Billie loves taking you to the most exquisite restaurants, but you prefer the simpler things, like bowling and theatre trips.

Lana Winters.

The beginning of your relationship with Lana was slow. There was lots of yearning, both a little apprehensive to make the first move.

It took a while for Lana to trust you entirely. You had a faint understanding about the trauma that she had faced. However, you felt no inclination to pressure Lana into talking to you about anything that she wasn’t comfortable with.

When Lana had opened up to you, everything fell into place. The pair of you settled into a beautiful relationship, falling more in love every day.

You had read every single one of Lana’s books, every single article. Truly, you were her biggest fan.

Book tours and signings had become just as much your life as it was Lana’s. You loved to travel, and Lana gets amazing opportunities to travel to all sorts of incredible places.

Lana cannot stand horror films, thrillers or anything gory.

Both horrific cooks.

Cordelia Goode.

You fell for Cordelia on instant. How could you not?

Cordelia was cautious at first, something held her back. She wasn’t sure on how you’d react when you would learn about who she was. What she was. Of course you were completely accepting despite having little understanding on witches.

Things were kept at a slow pace.

You had become so close with the young witches. Especially Mallory.

Tea, books, and rainy days are a few of the things that you and Cordelia love most.

She’s insanely observant. She knows when something is wrong, perhaps even before you realise yourself. She knows what you’re feeling, when you’re feeling it and knows exactly what to do to help.

Cordelia always goes completely over the top on holidays. Halloween especially.

Flowers all of the time. It doesn’t matter if it’s a special occasion, Delia will always bring you flowers.

Bette & Dot Tattler.

You had first seen Bette & Dot in the freak show, and you were utterly blown away by their beauty.

Afterwards you had sought them out to congratulate the girls, but really you had just been desperate to meet them in person.

Dot was not as welcoming as Bette. But she came around. To start with, it was much more of a friendship before it became anything more.

Bette loved to cook for you, Dot loved to sing for you.

They are both incredibly affectionate.

Lots of unimportant bickering, nothing that ever lasts too long though.

Black and white movies. Which aren’t actually too bad but of course you still have to complain about them.

Sally McKenna.

Sally’s infatuation with you was not welcomed to start with. There was always an uneasy feeling that came with her presence. As though she was the predator- and you were her pray.

Over time that feeling of unease dissipated as your adoration for the older woman grew.

You rarely left the hotel after that.

Kinky.

Sally could be awfully jealous, and incredibly possessive, but you didn’t mind. You were hers, and she was yours.

Literally joined at the hip.

So many drunken nights it’s unreal.

When the two of you fight, you absolutely cannot go to sleep on bad terms. No matter the severity, neither of you can settle without being safe in each other’s arms.

You helped her get clean. Sally knows that if she loses you then she will fall into a downward spiral. That’s why she’s needy and she’s clingy. She’s too frightened to tell you though, she doesn’t want to feel like a burden. However, you had guessed this early on and made a promise to yourself that you would never ever leave Sally- no matter the circumstance. She has worked too hard to turn her life around and you will always be so proud of that.

Audrey Tindall.

You had met Audrey in LA, but well into your relationship you moved back to England. You were both so much happier in the UK.

Chaotic. Lots of chaos. The good kind though.

She’s a really bad driver.

There is never ever a dull moment with Audrey. She will always be the funniest person you know.

Audrey likes to get her way, always.

She does work away a lot due to filming various new movies and TV shows. You hate being away from Audrey so much.

Having a performance background, she has enquired about getting you an audition for film or tv, but acting hasn’t ever been your forte.

You literally cannot deny this woman of anything. It’s just not in your power.

Ally Mayfair-Richards.

Ally was (understandably) absolutely terrified to fall in love with you. She did fall though. Hard.

She didn’t really have panic attacks anymore. But on the rare occasion that she did, you managed to soothe her in a way that Ivy never could. She didn’t feel like a burden in the same way that she had used to.

She’s very caring. She refuses to let you skip a meal, always makes sure that you’re hydrated and will not leave your side when you’re sick.

Stealing Ally’s sweaters is a huge comfort.

Lots of wine. Wine, always. The lady is like a wine connoisseur and honestly, you’re not even mad.

She hired you as her assistant. Desk sex.

Oz had become your best friend. Ice cream dates and pizza when Ally was working. You couldn’t help but grab him a new comic book every time you spotted one he didn’t yet have. Ally says you spoil him, but she adores the relationship you have with her son.

You know you definitely want children and Ally is actually open to the idea.

Wilhemina Venable.

It took quite a while to come to the realisation that Wilhemina didn’t treat you in the same cruel way that she treated most people. Well, everybody. Only then, did you begin to question your feelings for the redhead.

It took months of indecision and pathetic flirting but eventually, the pair of you had fallen into a relationship- and It was so much sweeter than you could have ever imagined.

Jealous. Very jealous.

Each day was different with Mina. It all depended on the severity of the pain she was experiencing on said day. It can be a struggle for her to put her feelings into words. Apologies always come in the form of actions.

Arguments can be quite frequent, but you always come back stronger from them.

Lavender had become second nature to you. From the colour, the scent and even the tea.

Bubble baths together, always.

Is always so appreciative over the small things you do, like having dinner prepared when she comes home, or bringing her small gifts when you had been shopping.

Absolutely despises children but there is nothing on Earth you want more than to be a mother. You can practically guarantee this will cause issues in the future.

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Ally:

She’s a Stevie Nicks purist.

Ozzy has been raised on Belladonna & The Wild Heart. When he was a baby, Ally would sing him to sleep with “Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You?” or “After the Glitter Fades”

Constantly plays at her restaurant.

“Edge of Seventeen” reminds her of her college days, & “Leather & Lace” of her first love.

Stevie is her LIFE.

Sally:

Lana Del Rey. A young visitor to the hotel introduced her to it & she’s been obsessed ever since.

She is “The Other Woman” after all

Billie & Audrey pt2:

Billie loves Madonna. Aud didn’t know this until she came home early to surprise Bill, & was greeted with a kitchen concert.

Yes, Billie Dean Howard in an apron, flour covered, swaying her hips to “Material Girl” as it played out her phone

Audrey let out a loud snort & Billie Dean turned around in surprise, before chasing a screaming Aud round the table to cover her in flour too.

Billie expected teasing at her choice dancing, but was instead greeted by Madonna’s Immaculate Collection vinyl on the very same table, the next week.

This is literally perfect! Ally and Stevie YES but but also Billie and MADONNA? Omg it fits so well!!