#simon either commits the same mistakes

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

There is something to be said about the way Betty is resistant to Simon's change.

We go back to the fact that she left on the first night of his transformation - she doesn't see the ways an apocalypse, fatherhood under extreme duress, and a prolonged battle with the Crown inevitably changes Simon

Betty does not witness all of that, and only sees the end result of Ice King. Who she hates. And I think that's also partially attributed to the way Simon is elevated in her mind. Her Simon could never be this pathetic creature. Her Simon was a goddamn gift to existence. Her Simon was friendly and kind and easily laughs away his troubles - not constantly weeping, and acting out.

But of course, the reason Ice King was so pathetic isn't because of the Crown. Ice King was pathetic because he was Simon. Ice Thing got married with ease. Winter King created a whole new world. The parts of Simon that allowed him to be kind is also the parts of himself that caused his deep sadness.

Would Betty have been ready to take care of a deeply traumatized man who would not be able to attend to her emotional needs? (Even less so than he had been before the war, where his only obstacle was a lack of confidence?)

I think Temple of Mars actually had a really good metaphor for this. Betty finds an erroneous equation. Betty starts to solve it (find a cure for Simon) because she fully expects the base equation (Simon) to remain static. But then Finn very rightly points out that the Ice Thing (the Crown) is changing the base equation (Simon).

Betty's little revelatory: "He's changing. Oh no."

If the equation is a living equation - not inert (as Simon used to be) but now in motion, who could say what the answer is anymore. Someone who approaches this equation and expects a simple answer would likely be distressed to find an answer in flux, especially if they were depending on that answer as a source of stability for the major changes that happened in their lives.

1+1 must always equal 2, but the 1 got changed to a 4, it's actually multiplication now, letters are introduced, for a given value modified in some way equals the answer - that's the equation now solve it.

The story doesn't end there of course. Because Betty irrevocably changes herself and now we get to see if Simon reacts any better to her changes. Because he is also putting her on a pedestal. He seeks her out as a way to stabilize himself as an outsider in a new world. But she's new too - new to him especially.

She's changing. So?

Now what.

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Here's my season 3 speculations for Yellowjackets

Simone wakes up from her coma.

I see this going 3 ways: either they get divorced posthaste, Tai runs to Van while she can, or she tries to crawl back with her tail between her legs due to guilt. Unless Simone just straight up dies, in which case shit gets even more convoluted. Depends on how much they wanna drag it out or dramatize this triangle really. But it's clear Tai's supposed to be with Van. The question is whether she's going to keep pretending to be this version of Tai or cave in and admit to being in love with Van still.

Walter is going to be a villain. I'm not sure if it will happen sooner rather than later, but I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. Maybe he shows his true colors in s3, or in the last season, but either way he's going to cause problems, and I see those problems rearing their heads in the near horizon.

Depending on the pacing they can either double down on the supernatural stuff by curing Van of cancer, or double down on the savagery by killing her off. I don't think they'll kill her off in season three though. I think they'll either drag her cancer storyline out for at least another season, or straight up cure her in season three. But she's the comedic relief/last bit of lightness in the show, so her death is going to be the thing that changes the mood, if they go there.

I'm hoping the show pulls focus away from Shauna, Callie and Jeff a bit, as their murder-family storyline reaches its conclusion, but I doubt it. Especially without Nat in the show. Lottie changed Shauna in season 2, or at least she made her admit to certain things with regards to her family, so I think there's going to be some shaking up of their dynamics in the near future too. As much as Jeff loves, or at least commits to Shauna, the feeling is not mutual. He's not her lover, he's her pet at this point. I get these people have issues and self loathing and they punish themselves for mistakes they made in childhood and all that stuff but they seem to be a little more cognizant now, after the time they spent with Lottie (or at least Nat and Shauna did) and I think Shauna might be spurred to make some changes, since Nat can't (still fucking mad about that but we keep pushing).

Either Lottie and Van will be upgraded to fill in now that adult Nat's no longer in the picture, or we'll focus more on the past, which I think is a good idea. I feel like they need to flesh out the Antler Queen stuff more, and Nat's relationship with the other girls regardless of that stuff. She spent way too much time with Travis in the past, and now we don't get to see her adult self interact with the other yellowjackets, and now that coach Ben has left, I hope we see teen Nat interact with the other yellowjackets more.

I know they wanted to establish Travis's relationship with Nat in order to justify her working so hard to research his suicide, but I hated that. I hated Travis, I hated his forced relationship with Nat, and I hated that this show included this asshole to for the sake of compulsory heterosexuality. God forbid the entire girls soccer team be gay. That would be Sooooo unrealistic (sarcastic).

My guess is Misty will detach and deflect and try to focus on the mysteries and coverups and Travis's death in order not to wallow in the guilt and pain of her recent loss. Walter will probably try to use this as an in with her but I don't see her falling in love with him. At least I don't hope they go there. Either way I don't see her and him ending up together. I don't trust him at all, and I believe he's going to betray her.

Unless she straight up breaks down. I would actually love to see her break down. Like she's trying so hard to keep shit together, and bottle everything up that she's foaming at the mouth. She NEEDS to let some of that steam out. Same as Taissa.

I think Taissa is going to confront Van about the cancer. Like she can't never bring it up again.

I'm not sure we'll see Lisa again in any meaningful capacity now that Lottie's locked up, and away from her cult.

Considering Lottie's spiel about the queen killing the other would-be-queens, does this mean that Misty is now the Antler Queen? I feel like either Shauna will one day become the A.Q. or she'll die trying tbh, I'm still cackling about her diary entry sooking about how she didn't get picked to be the Queen before the cabin burnt down.

As for that, they'll probably seek shelter in the airplane, which is the only standing structure they can reasonably rely on at this point. It's going to be extra fucked up considering that's where they spirited away Jackie's remains.

I wonder if the meat shed burnt down as well, or if it's still standing. Assuming the last body is intact they might not have to hunt again too soon, but I suspect it's gone and they'll be hunting again before too long. Unless the wilderness considers the cabin as some sort of ritualistic sacrifice and gives them a break, assuming that's a thing.

As for relationships, I thought Nat would be hostile towards Misty and pushing her away, but during her coronation she actually made her smile (I'm not crying btw) and cheered her up, so it might be the start of a new relationship between them. Nat has been basically the only Yellowjacket to even acknowledge Misty in the past, and like, talk about her and stuff, without showing contempt for her, so I am dying to see them interact more. I know their relationship breaks down but I at least want some past MistyNat now we can't see their dynamic as adults. I do feel like they'd personally bonded in the woods, because Nat broke into her house and pointed a gun at her and instead of freaking out, Misty was all:

Anyway, I think I mentioned this at some other point or some other post but I think the thing that makes the mains the mains maybe might be that they all take a turn at being leaders or something like that. They're not especially tight in the teen timeline and they need SOMETHING to tie them together and I think that's the antler queen. I think they all take turns, so I'm guessing it goes to Natalie, Misty, Taissa, Shauna, maybe in that order, and I'd laugh if Shauna gets it just before they get rescued, I really want her to have antler queen blue balls so bad.

Also theorizing they get killed off in the order they were the antler queen as adults, assuming Lottie doesn't 'count' as the antler queen, and is exempt.

Now I gotta make one of those bingo cards, they look like fun. If you stuck around this long and read all that give yourself a cookie.

[ind1c0lite]

I do not frequently message people online but I absolutely Needed to communicate to you how entranced I am by your copycat au oh my god. I read the initial comic and I had to go for a jog around my apartment I was so floored. Absolutely fantastic work thank you so much for sharing!!!!!!!

What with capcom calling the switch port of aa4-aa6 the “Apollo Justice Trilogy” (which I have dubious feelings on) I’ve been thinking a lot about Apollo’s role in aa5 & aa6 (esp aa5) and your au is just. so perfect for reflecting more of Apollo and his story from aa4 forward into aa5. The potential within it to actually consider things like Apollo still being a very fresh-faced & inexperienced lawyer in the grand scheme of things and feeling inadequate for both 1) being unable to save Phoenix (in the moment, obv everything ends for the best) and 2) being unable to adequately help Athena, him having to grapple with the thought that he has yet another mentor who has betrayed him again, bringing up what’s actually touched on (though not enough imo) in the original dd of him feeling like an inadequate defense lawyer because he can’t be 100% certain of a clients innocence (tho ofc in this case it’s Phoenix instead of Athena) (“of course he’s innocent he’s the Turnabout Terror! ………but Kristoph Gavin was the Coolest Defense in the West…”, the added layer of making him have to consider Phoenix committing Clay’s murder and the two possibilities being 1 - Phoenix actually did commit the murder (awful) and possibility 2 - Phoenix didn’t commit the murder but he’s intentionally trying to let whoever did commit the murder go free for unknown reasons (bonus points - (Apollo thinks) Phoenix is leaving him in the dark again) (also awful) (obv as you mentioned at this point Athena and Apollo have no concept of a phantom villain so that’s not an option lol) …eugh it’s all so good…

And all of this on top of keeping Klavier relevant in a meaningful way (continuing the story from aa4) And having to deal with the potential fallout he would feel from Yet Again being the one to tear down Phoenix Wright with his own hands (plus the later fallout of how he would feel knowing he was (at least partially successfully) yet again manipulated and used as a tool specifically to harm Phoenix Wright) + the parallel of having Athena, yet again, having to stand in court and be able to do absolutely nothing to help those close to her (just like when she “failed” Simon) + potential Trucy fallout from having a father willfully disappear from her again. Even if she 100% believes in Phoenix’s innocence then that still means her father is intentionally covering something up and intentionally taking an action that will remove himself from her life (either via jail or via execution) and god damn that’s gotta sting + if Simon hears about this and thinks the Phantom is at play again either 1) feeling helpless and unable to prove anything because he’s stuck in the hospital and he just has to sit and watch the Phantom ruin another family right in front of his eyes or 2) (if he doesn’t Quite realize the Phantom Is Phoenix rn, he just thinks Phoenix has been tricked into covering for the Phantom) then he’s watching someone make his exact same mistake right in front of his eyes and the Phantom will continue to run free yet again eugshdhhcgsgshsh and oh my goddddddd don’t get me started on the parallels between Phoenix and Edgeworth having their roles reversed from Turnabout Goodbyes (even if it isn’t actually Phoenix, Edgeworth (probably? maybe?) doesn’t know that) basically just. Oh my god. Stellar fucking job with this. Sorry for all the rambling I just desperately needed to communicate to you how fantastic of a concept this is and thank you so much for sharing it. (also apologies for my rambles that are probably pretty off base from precisely what you have in mind for this au, obv some of what I rambled about is likely either blatantly wrong/opposing your vision, or just hasn’t been revealed yet, but I saw the two comics and the profiles and basically immediately started spiraling /pos, consider them au’s of your au lol) (also on the off chance you ever want to further discuss your au just say the word and I Will come off anon lol)

OUGHHHHH ANON I A M !!!!! I WAS N O T EXPECTING A WHOLE ENTIRE ESSAY IN MY INBOX ABT RAMBLINGS ON THE COPYCAT BUT I AM GRINNING E A R TO EAR ABOUT THIS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT SM!!

I ALWAYS LOVE HEARING PEOPLE RAMBLE!!! YOU HAVE PICKED UP E X A C TL Y WHAT IVE LAID OUT AND WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH THIS AU SO WELL I JUST

I HAVE NO WORDS IM VERY HAPPY TO HEAR THERES SOMEONE JUST AS EXCITED AS I AM ABT MY OWN LIL AU HJGKHLJHGJ

I am always happy to talk more abt my au whenever anon!!!!

[astrohasswag]

The three different versions of Maria!! :DD

A while ago, I made three portraits of Maria in different storylines. What if she were a Skull? What if she were a Blacksuit? Obviously the drawings aren’t gonna explain how the storyline in that au goes for you, so I’m here to help. (Mainly explaining what happens to her after the gang falls in the incinerator and gets taken away to the infirmary. Possibly also to help me keep on writing her lore, I’m in the middle of working on her role in Death Sentence, I have a clear idea for what’s gonna happen with her in Fugitives, but I’m still reading Execution atm.)

WARNING: Mentions of suicide, overdose, murder, dead body, and kinda long. Might be a bit confusing since I kinda rushed with this, but depends on how you interpret it. Have fun!

Normal Version: Everything is the same as written in the lore. Same storyline, same incidents, nothing changes. After the group gets taken away and Maria gets thrown away to the wheezers for her operation, her brain slowly starts destroying itself as she is pumped with nectar. The fluid didn’t drastically change her physically, but it did affect her mentally. Thankfully, she escaped the infirmary before she could have her eyes worked on, with Simon’s help. Overall, she nearly had lost her remaining self consciousness but was able to get away in time before any of the operations started. The bad news? She still had the fourth degree burn scars on her back and still couldn’t carry herself properly, her central nervous system still acting up from all of the nectar. Either way, she still needed to be fed nectar, otherwise she would die.

Skull version: This storyline is similar to the original, but she is mainly one of the well known bullies in this version. (Villain? Not necessarily.) She’s more gruesome than ever, and she’s on the Skull’s side, meaning sticking with Kevin, Bodie, and somehow Gary, too. During Death Sentence, Maria gets taken away by the wheezers for operation and gets hooked up to an IV bag of nectar. She was able to get through the surgery of her eyes, arms, legs, and screening stage before she decided her suffering had reached its limits and sneakily took the bag of nectar in her hands, overdosing herself with too much of the fluid and committing suicide. By the time Alex and the gang find her in the infirmary, she’s already a nearly rotting corpse. Overall, she does not survive in this au.

Blacksuit version: Same as her original storyline, nothing changes as much either. However, the moment she gets taken away and operated on, she accepts her fate. After so long of not feeling worthy of anyone’s attention or respect, Maria figured she would become better than she ever was the minute she turned into a blacksuit. Maybe if she accepted the chance to become one of Furnace’s soldiers and Warden’s “daughter”, she would finally be recognized more than just some weak girl who causes havoc whenever she wants. When all of her surgeries were done, she passes the “test”, and the time of her opportunity from Warden comes, she gladly accepts without hesitation. In a matter of days, she’s already on the enemy team and goes against Alex when Cross disappears in the hole, urgent to kill him out of revenge. Just as she was about to get rid of him for once and for all, Maria gets struck in the throat at the last second, losing her ability to breathe as she is choked to death. As a result, she serves as an additional soldier at Warden’s side and took the title of a traitor to her grave. I doubt she even had one, but I’m just saying that title’s gonna haunt her for her mistake on turning her back on her friends.

Thanks for reading, I really hope this is accurate enough to fit the canon storyline. Do whatever you want with this information, I honestly don’t care. I just did this out of boredom. (And to get out of break for a while before I might go back) Please lmk if you have any ideas for any upcoming projects or hcs next!!

[porkcutletbowl44]

Same anon again, just sending this as to say I'm happy to see you've already thought about this aspect of Fawn. A little tip here if you do decide to try writing her like I said or in a similar way: You could make her start to have trust issues with her parents or blame someone for the distance between them. Lying may be a temporary escape of the divorce topic, but she'd probably know they're lying after sometime. My parents used to lie a lot to me about why they argued every night and obviously I started to notice it, which made me start to not trust them at all in almost every situation. Once I tried to lie to my daughter and she openly said she didn't believe in me, and I realized I was commiting the same mistake as my parents commited. I noticed it's a regular mistake for parents to do with their first child (and it fits Simon and mama's scenario perfectly). Anyways, this could lead Fawn to stop trusting her parents as much as she used to and maybe bottle everything up. About the blaming someone part, it's about hearing them arguing. Mainly what I'm saying is that hiding things like arguments and etc, not giving your child an proper explanation but at the same time make it obvious it affects their daily lives isn't good for a kid either. In this situations, most children try to blame someone for that, either one of their parents or themselves. Considering Fawn is a 'understanding kid' and that she saw her mother in her lowest because of her father, she'd either blame herself or Simon (maybe Colleen too). These thing could make her d start to change more her behaviour around them (especificaly Simon), like being less joyful, more quiet and even a eventual crisis, like another meltdown (also I remembered the chapter Fawn prefered to spend time with Keegan instead of Simon and it's a good way of showing she's distancing herself from him too); or maybe even develop anger issues, but I personally think would be a bit out of character for her right now to develop aggressive tendencies. Maybe I got a bit too excited while writing this (I'm slightly obsessed with how children act depending on their enviroment at home srry) and don't feel obligated to add any of this things in the next chapters, I yap too much sometimes and I'm horrible explaining things while yapping👎 so sorry if my ask is confusing at any point

100%!!!!!!!

Based on my experience with 5 year olds they barely have a attention span, but I do have things planned in that aspect while also keeping her child innocence of not giving a shit about much and only caring about typical kid things 💛

Totally understand what you're getting at, and I do have some things in mind with Fawn and Simon

[sea-owl]

Spring's Rebirth Chapter 5

Penelope sat in the library as she watched King Colin and Lady Francesca gather scroll after scroll.

"What is all this for?" Penelope asked.

"If you are to be queen you must know the workings of your kingdom," King Colin said, half in jest. "Fran will help advise you until you get the hang of it."

Lady Francesca nodded. "After that we can start searching for your own right-hand advisor."

"I haven't agreed to be queen," Penelope reminded them.

"Yet," King Colin and Lady Francesca said together.

Penelope looked at the mountain of scrolls that was now taller than her. She has never honestly seen so many scrolls in one place, Lord Odysseus' archives being the exception. Well, it will give her something to do until she figures out how she's going to convince King Colin that he made a mistake.

Unrolling the first scroll Penelope began to read.

The job of the Underworld is to have a place for souls after their mortal bodies can no longer contain them. A system was set in place determining how a soul may spend the rest of their eternity based on how they lived their mortal life. 

If a soul is judged to be good or heroic they are sent to Elysium where they can rest in a blissful life. If the soul has committed crimes against man or gods, they are sent to the Fields of Punishment where justice may serve that was not given in their mortal life. If a soul is neither good or bad, if it was ordinary then to the Asphodel Meadows it went where it may rest until it is ready to reincarnate. 

Penelope blinked. "There's a meadow down here?"

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Portia was exhausted. She has spent many nights looking for her third daughter. At first when Felicity told her that Penelope was not with Phillip Portia thought Penelope had just wandered too far. It was not the first time her curiosity had led to her sleeping overnight away from home. Portia could handle that. All she had to do was distract herself with her other daughters and hang a lamp outside the door incase Penelope wandered in at night. When Penelope did not come home after the second night is when Portia started her search.

She checked with Penelope's few friends. She rechecked with Phillip incase he saw her in the time passing. With Mary and Kate. With the wine god, Michael. With the demigods, Sophie and Gareth. Even Penelope's acquaintance, the recluse forge god, Simon. All of them had not seen her.

It was now the mandatory monthly meeting for the Court of Earth which Portia was taking to her full advantage of in her search for her daughter.

"Lord Odysseus," Portia said, approaching the god of history. "Have you seen my daughter? I know sometimes she likes to listen to the stories you pick up."

Lord Odysseus was a younger minor god. His physical appearance put him around King Benedict's age. Brown hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, and scruff on his face. He was a collector of past events and the stories they told.

"I'm sorry Lady Portia, but no I have not seen Lady Penelope since the Solstice Gathering," Lord Odysseus answered.

Portia sighed. It was the same answer she had gotten from all the others. She knows other immortals did not care to notice her daughter but do they truly think so little of her that no one would think it strange for her to be wandering around days away from home?

"Thank you Lord Odysseus," Portia bowed. "If you see her please let her know I am looking for her."

Lord Odysseus bowed back. "Of course Lady Portia."

Portia looked around, who else could she ask?

"Have you still heard nothing about Penelope?"

Portia turned to see Phillip. "Phillip, I'm surprised to see you here, usually they have drag you to these."

"I was hoping to hear something about Penelope as well," Phillip said. "Have you spoken to King Benedict or Lady Eloise yet?"

Portia snorted. "We both know the Bridgertons don't pay enough attention to know anything."

"It doesn't hurt to try," Phillip urged.

No it doesn't Portia agreed. She was running out of options either way. No one she's spoken to has seen Penelope and Portia can't leave until this forsaken meeting was over with. Might as well make sure she checks every box she can.

Portia bowed to King Benedict and Lady Eloise when she reached the throne. "My king, Lady Eloise."

"Lady Portia." King Benedict nodded. "Is there anything you need? Are the crops not doing well?"

"No my king," Portia said. "I actually wish to ask you if you have knowledge on the whereabouts of my daughter Lady Penelope. She has not been home in many nights."

At first King Benedict said nothing, as if he thinking over his answer. Portia finds herself leaning closer. Does he have some information? Is she close to finding her daughter?

Finally King Benedict shook his head. "I'm sorry Lady Portia but I have not seen Lady Penelope since the Solstice Gathering."

Portia wanted to scream. How has no one in this blasted court have any knowledge where her daughter could be? Is her search too narrow? Portia could find no reason why Penelope would travel to the Court of Heaven or the Court of the Underworld. Despite her curiosity, Penelope has always stayed within the Court of Earth.

"Th-thank you your highness," Portia, her voice cracking.

Court was officially called to order, and Portia took her seat next to Phillip. Taking deep breathes she missed the way Phillip's eyes narrowed on Lady Eloise.

Phillip watched Lady Eloise the whole time court was in session. The goddess of the hunt and knowledge was a known talker, but her lips had not once moved since Portia asked about Penelope. Add in when they were asked King Benedict's brown eyes remained calm while there was a flash of something in Lady Eloise's gray eyes.

She knows something, Phillip was sure of it. He was tempted to tell Lady Portia, but the poor mother was stressed enough without false hope. No best if Phillip figured out what she knew first.

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With the death of King Edmund and his domains being split among his three older sons the Underworld could no longer support any form of mortal life . . .

Penelope rubbed her temples; her eyes had started to blur out the words between support and life. The potion, while very affective and long lasting, was wearing off. Her head pounded with her headache coming back with vengeance. She really needed to get a hold of some feverfew.

"Are you alright?" King Colin asked her.

"Lady Francesca's potion is wearing off," Penelope answered. She put her head down and covered her eyed with her arms to block the limited light. "I need to get a hold of some feverfew and ginger."

Lady Francesca tapped her chin. "We shall ask Lord Phillip to bring some next time he brings a new batch of souls. In the meantime, I believe Uncle Nicholas has said that salmon is good headaches. We could have some smoked for dinner. I can also work on making another batch of potions."

King Colin nodded. "Sounds perfect. I'll have Dunwoody tell Cook."

Penelope peaked up at them, her eyes narrowed and one eyebrow raised. She couldn't eat that. One should never eat food from another court unless they planned to stay there permanently.

King Colin noticed Penelope's glare. "Relax Pen. I meant what I said when I promised you that the crown would not be placed on your head until you asked. The salmon we have is imported, all our food and drink are."

Penelope placed her head back down. Imported salmon. Imported was good. Imported food went under many spells shipping out and in to be able to be eaten by other courts. Her mother blanketed those spells onto her fields dedicated to trade. She can work with imported salmon until Phillip came down with new souls and she could ask him for-

Wait a minute. . .

Penelope peaked her head back up. "Why is Phillip bringing souls down to the Underworld?"

[sunset-peril]

I did a thingggg~

Before I get to rambling, I'd like to point out that the template was made by @junnie133 and Naia's portrait art was made by @chocomochapi (If you do not want me using this specific art piece of her like this, let me know and I'll swap it out :D)

Apologies if there's a few things y'all can't read. I got a new drawing software and I am not used to pressure support yet.

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You know about Simon Blackquill, but why don't you come and meet his special lady?

They met when Blackquill's license was reinstated, but didn't begin forming a relationship (professional or otherwise) until the HAT-2 bombings. She is the prosecutor who took Simon's position when he was convicted of murder, and is known as the "Scapegoat Prosecutor."

As of May 2028, she's 26 years old and 5'10".

Naia is indebted to Edgeworth for the position, and often works with him on sensitive projects related to the Dark Age. While she is not the greatest prosecutor ever (no large win streak), she always fights for the truth. Due to the sheer amount of bum raps occurring in the Dark Age, she has a disproportionately large amount of cases carrying the death penalty or life in prison (more so than standard, anyway.) She's Simon's partner prosecutor in the HAT-2 and courtroom bombings but does not appear in court for either trial. Her detective is named Asuri Timmons, and her prosecutor, Zeris Legali (both coming soon, I promise)

She hails from the most northeastern part of Japanifornia, which is the most Japanese region, and had to adapt to the mixed culture in the same but opposite way that Simon did (he came from the more American western Japanifornia)

They're definitely opposite in more ways than one, but they're similar enough for a spark. That spark burns low and slow, but does not easily flicker in the wind. Unlike many of the other couples around them, their love is modest and mainly private. Their love resembles a close partnership rather than a pair of risk-taking adrenaline junkies or Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream".

And, of course, they both like soba 😀

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The asterisk beside "Wants Children" is because, by the time they marry, Athena is heavily pregnant. The juxtaposition of becoming both parents and great-aunt/great-uncle at almost the same time bothers them, especially Simon. Besides, they'd rather spoil their grand-nephews and grand-nieces. They are interested in adopting at some point, however, but will probably lean towards older children.

Both sexualities are "undetermined" because I don't ever commit to those unless there's some sort of large reason to determine one. It's just one more thing to keep up with, especially if it doesn't affect the story through its presence/absence.

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Naia is now available in the ask box! At this point, she is just the prosecutor who replaced Simon after his conviction, and has no relation to him aside from working together on the bombings (Simon is prosecuting the murders, while Naia is specifically doing the bombings and obstruction of justice charges) so she doesn't have too terribly much to say.

Also I made a mistake she's 5'10" not 5'8" I can't read my own notes.

[starshipsofstarlord]

The Sheriff and the Murderer

Part Three

Previous Parts | Part One | Part Two

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Summary | one of the many things that you had never had the chance of doing was disposing of a body; luckily for you, you know just the right person who can tend to your aid.

Warnings | mentions of death, disposing of a body, mentions and aftermath of murder, mentions of rape, mentions of sex, swearing, mention of suicide

The smell of the carcass had your nose turning up, and the sight wasn’t much better. There was blood staining your lovely dress, that Lee had taken off hours prior. Now it was ruined, with the red digress of your husband; he always had to taint everything, and it still appeared to apply despite him being deceased.

Your eyes wallowed with water, as you thought of the mistakes you had made. There were so many, and marrying Simon had been of the greatest, considering that his treatment of you had been beyond disgraceful. And now, the red of his departed insides was sticking beneath his nails, causing you to gag.

This part, the slashing and ripping apart of his limbs, using your trusty shovel, had been worse than actually committing the initial crime. Killing him had been bliss, but this, reminded you of the possible consequences that you would be forced to partake in.

“Oh no.” You heaved, feeling nauseous from the pungent aroma, grasping at the top of your chest in sickness. You dropped his hand, that felt ironically lighter now that he was dead, letting it fall with the other parts of his distorted, and broken, body.

The worst part of all was, now that you had control of where his palms were permitted to go, and the power had you feeling complete. It had you basking in your own glory, but now, you were lost, grieving the path that you had lost regarding the man that you truly were infatuated with.

Walking backwards, and closing the shed door, you abandoned the sections of Simon, hurrying back into your empty home, and going towards your lined phone. Without caring about the prints of blood that you were padding onto the numerical keys, you dialled a woman that you knew to be in the business of cold body abandon.

For a minute, the line rang, leaving you antsy and picking at your stained nails, chipping away at the surrounding skin. All you could smell was the reminder of blood, that smothered you in a hermit of remembrance.

A remembrance of the times that he would splatter your body with his self, claiming that you were his wife, and even bragging about it to the fellas that he worked closely with. But you were nothing more than a shadow in his eyes, a prize that followed him around the house, flaunting her terrified doe eyes at his silhouette.

His greatest flaw was, aside from his poisonous and lingering touch, that smothered you in the cruelest of ways, was that he thought he was aware of everything that went on around him. It was as though he thought he were the sheriff...

But behind his turned back, your shadow would dance with the image of Lee Bodecker, in a private and disclosed matter. He was the true sheriff of the town, the wine who could order you to do anything, and you would wilfully comply.

Lee had, and never would hurt you. That was the definite difference between the polar pair. He was a lovely gentleman, and Simon, well, he was more like a rat swimming out of the sewer.

All these thoughts and actions of adultery were fair play, you slept with Lee behind the now scathed and chopped up back of your husband, whilst he bedded as many women that were actually willing to slumber with.

You were not dumb to his pattern, each night when he went out, he was pursuing a dame, but that never bothered you, because while he was out, the sheriff would make a stop, and check you over, in more ways than one.

Finally, you running with your thoughts was disrupted, for the ringing ceased. A upbeat and facade of a ‘hello’ rang though your ears, making you breathe a much deserved intake of relief.

“Hey Sandy.” You replied, holding the phone aggressively against your ear. Anything she had to say, you were willing to listen to, after all, she was a master in the ways of murder, as you knew and were trusted peculiarly with that detail of secrecy. “I need your help.”

The sound of Simon’s body parts beating around the trunk as sandy surpassed over a bump in the road reverberated through the entire vehicle. It soothed the initial silence that was exhibited in it, and nervously, you licked your thin lips, hoping that you would reach the ‘middle of nowhere’ soon.

It wasn’t that you and Sandy didn’t get along, in fact, you got along great, which was one of the reasons that she insisted to husband Carl that they leave you alive. But it was the fact that there was an unspoken gesture that waded through the air, like a muting toxin.

“Does Lee know?” She asked, finally breaking the silence like ice. It was a relief to hear voice, deep down, you were insecure that she was silently judging you for the entire ride, or at least, how far you had gone so far.

“No, and I intend for it to have a cap kept on it.” You slunk your shoulders, whilst thinking of Sandy’s sibling. He was far too good for you, he was the sheriff, and now, you deemed yourself as nothing more than a murderer.

The fact that you were a survivor of all sorts of horrid extremes wouldn’t matter to the boys in blue, they would not see you past your crime, and you feared that sheriff Bodecker would not either.

“Son of a bitch had it coming to him anyways.” Stated Sandy, being heartless to her admission. “The sight of you and that prick drove my brother insane. We all knew what he was doing to you, yet, they wouldn’t charge him, all because you were simply married to him.”

“What would you have done if Carl had dared lay his hands on you in an in-consensual manner?” You asked, plucking away at the trim of your clean skirt. Before you had left to go on this joyous trip with Sandy, you had changed, all in favour of the neighbours, and anyone else you happened to pass.

“I’d have done the same darling.” She comforted you, looking away from the road for a moment, to send you a quick and sincere smile. Things within the car were falling into their previous rhythm, it being apparent that the two of you were good and well adversed friends. “I wanted to kill Simon too, you know? But with the threats I have made in the past, it would have been far too suspicious.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, suddenly feeling guilty that if it were found to be known that Simon was butchered, Sandy would be interrogated, most likely from her own brother. “How is Carl?” You changed the subject, shifting under the grip of the seat belt.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you how my lovesick brother is?” She replied, laughing lightly at your warm face. “He’s still head over heels for you girl, and yet, the other man won your heart.”

“I wouldn’t say won it, I’d say he manipulated it.” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest to pave down the swell of tension inside. “I’d always told myself, and you, that I’d choose Lee Lee, but high school was a long time ago, and I can’t go back to sneaking kisses with him under the bleachers when your back was turned.”

“Trust me, I knew all along.” She smiled, thinking back to the simpler times. “And though, I know when he was training to be a deputy, he’d told you he had no time for a relationship, and he didn’t exactly expect you to wait for him. But you may as well have, considering the two of you continued to fornicate like wild rabbits.”

“Please stop.” You groaned at her words, covering your face with your clear and evidence free hands. “And we did not fornicate like-“

“My bedroom was right beside yours when we got that apartment, and before then, well it was against Lee’s. Trust me, when I say that I know off by heart how you sound in bed sweetie. And god, did I grimace as I heard you mewling my brother’s name.”

Breathily you laughed, thinking back to the times that were spoke of. “Sandy.” You spoke her name, earning a radical hum in reply. “I love Lee.”

“Trust me darling, I am well aware of that. The two of you are like Romeo and Juliet, except you’ve killed someone else rather than taken your own life. And then, there’s never been anything holding the two of you apart-“

“Okay, you’re trying to make a point here Sand. Nothing like Romeo and Juliet, I got it.” You nodded your head, before leaning it back into the plumpness of the head rest. “And then there’s you and Carl, Bonnie and Clyde.”

“Sweetie, you’re a killer too now, so I wouldn’t make comparisons. You’re just lucky that the first suspect for Simon’s disappearance will be a man, and then we’ll see where I am on that list. And you know me, I will always protect you, it’s what we do.”

“It is what we do.” You repeated, watching the road ahead, and tapping your feet in tune with the floundering of Simon’s own rolling feet.

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Oh boy oh boy, let’s go

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How to Lie to the Magatama

An essay by JJsADragon

Unlocking Psyche-Locks with the Magatama is a really fun mechanic throughout the Ace Attorney series. It’s introduced in Justice for All when Pearl charges the Magatama Maya gifts to Phoenix with spiritual energy. She describes it thusly: “This is the power of the Magatama. Only you can see these "Psyche-Locks", Mr. Nick… The more someone wants to hide their secret, the more locks you will see. If it's only one, I think you can easily unlock it.” 

Basically: If someone has a secret they don’t want to share, you have to present in-game evidence and break the locks. Things get a little more complicated with the introduction of Black Psyche-Locks, but the general gist of it stays the same. Someone has a secret they don’t want to tell you, and you can unlock that secret with evidence.

This, I believe, is fundamentally wrong.

Why do I think that? Well, I always really like picking apart these mechanics, both as in-game mechanics and how they would work in the real world. In particular, I think the most interesting way to see how something works is to figure out its shortcomings. What does and doesn’t set off Apollo’s bracelet? Why doesn’t Athena notice The Phantom’s whole deal? And, more to the point, when does the Magatama straight up get things wrong?

There are several moments I want to focus on. We have seen the Magatama fail several times throughout the series. Or, to clarify, we have seen at least one time when locks should have appeared where they did not, and several times where the chains did appear and the answers uncovered were either incomplete or just straight-up incorrect.

So, let’s find out how and why the Magatama fails us. First up: 

The False Negative: Farewell, My Turnabout

Fortunately, I think this one is the easiest one to understand. The Magatama has one very clear false negative in Justice for All: Farewell, My Turnabout. Phoenix asks Matt Engarde if he murdered Juan Corrida, and he replies, “Just so we're clear, dude, I didn't kill anyone, and that includes Juan Corrida, OK?” And he’s correct. He didn’t kill anyone. He did not actively commit any murders. And on that technicality, the Magatama does not go off. He did not kill anyone, and he knows it. He believes it. He feels no residual guilt over it. His hands are clean. Hell, he seems kind of gleeful about the fact that he was ‘technically right’ when the truth comes out later.

So, why didn’t a Psyche-Lock appear? As I said, it was a technicality. He wasn’t trying to hide it from Phoenix, he just truly felt no responsibility for what happened. He felt no guilt about it. The Psyche-Locks don’t appear until Matt’s secrets come up. 

This, of course, lines up neatly with our understanding of the Magatama. This instance very clearly falls within what we know about Psyche-Locks. If you’re not trying to hide it, if you truly believe what you’re saying, it’s not a secret the Magatama will alert you to. So, what about these other instances? Do these line up as neatly in the rules of the Psyche-Locks?

The Half Truth: The Cosmic Turnabout

This one is a little strange so I’m just going to touch on this.

In day one of your investigations for The Cosmic Turnabout, you run into a conflicted Bobby Fulbright. When pressed, two Psyche-Locks appear, and unlocking them leads you to three conversations: 1) The bomb threat before the launch, 2) Why Simon Blackquill was given permission to prosecute, and 3) The mysterious Phantom.

So why do I call this a false positive? After all, he is technically hiding all these things. And yet, a lot of how this Psyche-Unlocking goes down doesn’t really make as much sense when you consider that Bobby Fulbright is The Phantom. It really doesn’t make much sense how much information he’s feeding them about the situation, unlocked Psyche-Locks or not. Especially the way he goes about the whole thing. 

We know in hindsight that The Phantom doesn’t actually care about Simon Blackquill or solving the crime that he committed. Every display of emotion is an act. So why does he make a big show of feeling conflicted? Why does the bomb threat that he made lead him to divulging all of these worries about Simon going after the Phantom? Was him revealing this information part of his game? Since we know he was trying to cover his tracks, was he feeding us half truths for a reason? Did he want to feed us this information?

If that’s the case, that leads us to a new problem. Since the question asked was “Why Are You Being Cooperative”, why wouldn’t the fact that he was the Phantom ping the Magatama? He was being cooperative so that he could feed you information, not because he cared about any of the things he was ‘troubled’ by. So why does the Magatama only pick up on half the truth? After all, the Phantom wasn’t knowingly tricking the Magatama.

(Also if you haven’t read this comic I thought it was a super interesting theory. Not sure I ascribe to it 100% but it was a really interesting take.)

I think it’s important to note in this example that, no matter how you interpret The Phantom’s actions, all signs point to him wanting to divulge this information for one reason or another. There was an intent about it. He may not have known a thing about the Psyche-Locks, but he very clearly was baiting the protagonists with an intent. And technically, without knowing it, he was also baiting the Magatama. 

This means that, in the end, the information he actually revealed to the protagonists was not a closely guarded secret of the heart. Yes, you still needed to present evidence and draw it out of him, but I think The Phantom wanted the characters to draw it out of him. It’s not a secret that a bumbling detective was having trouble hiding, it was information that a spy wanted planted. There was intent here, no matter how you look at it. And that leads us to our third example.

The False Positive: The Stolen Turnabout

Unlike the previous two cases, this is the first time that someone has straight up lied to the Magatama. Trials and Tribulations: The Stolen Turnabout. I always get so mixed up by this case. It took me three playthroughs to finally get the hang of who was doing what where and when. And do you know why that was? It was because of one lie that Luke Atmey told us early in the investigation.

Phoenix: Detective Atmey... You were knocked unconscious by the thief, weren't you!?

Atmey: Ha ha ha! Surely you must be joking... You think that I, Luke Atmey, could be knocked unconscious so easily!?

Phoenix: This sword proves it!

Atmey: ...! Th-That's...

Phoenix: Before the theft, this sword was in the hand of the statue of Ami Fey. Furthermore... at that time, it was not bent.

Atmey: Aaah... Err...

Phoenix: ...There's only one explanation. You were struck on the head and knocked unconscious by this sword! Well, Detective!? What about it!?

Atmey: ...I'm impressed. You truly are an "Ace Attorney"...

Unlock Successful

Unlike every other instance, this is just a straight-up lie. This is not a technicality, like with Matt Engarde. This is not pieces of the truth, like The Phantom. This is just factually incorrect. Luke Atmey was not knocked unconscious by Mask☆Demasque. In fact, this not only is a lie, it’s a calculated lie. Without knowing about the Magatama or its capabilities, Luke Atmey used it to convince us that he was knocked unconscious by Mask☆Demasque at the scene of the crime to disguise the fact that he was Mask☆Demasque, which is even wilder when you realize later that even that was a lie! He was covering up a lie with another lie with another lie. It was not just a ploy to fool you into thinking he was attacked my Mask☆Demasque, it was also a part of him convincing you that he was Mask☆Demasque when he wasn’t.

So why the FUCK does the Magatama go off?!

There’s of course a meta answer. The writers weren’t thinking that hard about it. They just wanted to use the Psyche-Locks to make the story more interesting. But that’s boring. I want to go deeper.

Luke Atmey, like The Phantom later on, wanted information planted. But he couldn’t simply tell everyone he was attacked by Mask☆Demasque. After all, he knew admitting to it would put his credentials under scrutiny. So he needed someone to organically draw it out of him. Again, he wanted this information out there. Otherwise, him agreeing to Phoenix’s conclusions, hell, him setting up this scenario with the Shichishito wouldn’t make any sense. Plus, it was only behind one Psyche-Lock and led to him revealing a photo of the crime, one that he was very meticulous about taking to create an alibi.

So. What does this all mean? How are people confusing the Magatama? How are people lying? I think that the element that Pearl got wrong in her initial explanation is that the Magatama reacts to secrets that, deep down, a person wants to divulge. After all, with enough evidence, you can eventually draw all sorts of information out of a person. Some are certainly more closely guarded secrets than others, but in the end, I think the Magatama reacts to secrets that a character wants to share but is not willing to do so without that prompting. It doesn’t have to be real, it just has to be something the person is keeping secret with the intent of finding a way to plant the information.

This can even apply to Black Psyche-Locks. Unconscious secrets that are hidden even from the person hiding them? Those are deep hurts that I think drive a lot about these characters’ personalities and motivations, and I think things like that are the kinds of stuff that a character wants to confront but is unable to do so out of fear, so they push it from their minds.

Let’s look at a few more examples. In Bridge to the Turnabout, Miles demands info from Larry, and he’s able to completely circumvent the Psyche-Locks by divulging something completely irrelevant about his crush on Iris. When Miles realizes his mistake, he discovers a completely new set of Psyche-Locks. Or when Phoenix confronts “Iris” about the presence of another Iris at the crime, “Iris” (cough Dahlia cough) uses that to start planting these ideas about Iris as the original betrayer, as the one who had wronged Dahlia in the first place. I feel these are both things that the characters did want to share, despite not wanting to do it unprompted.

Anyway, uh, that’s most of what I got. Perhaps there’s a stronger answer out there for why the Magatama may react in places it shouldn’t. Maybe there’s some other hidden rule they haven’t mentioned. Or maybe it is just as simple as “The writers didn’t think that hard about it.” But hey, I think I like this interpretation better.

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Magnetic - Part 3

Summary: You and Kihyun hadn’t worked as a couple. The fighting was endless, and no make-up sex could repair the damage unfolding between you. Years on, you cross paths with the man again. Will it be the same as before?

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x female reader

Genre: exes to lovers / angst / romance

Warnings: slightly suggestive tone at end of part.

Word count: 968

Prompt: “Boundaries. What happened to boundaries?!”

A/N: This is for the Challenging Words February challenge. The intention of this story is to be shorter in length than my usual series. Most parts will be under 1000 words.

This drabble series will be updated every day during 15-21 February.

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Six years on, you had travelled parts of the world, worked in exotic places and found yourself a new routine as an adult. You still loved and lost in life, but you didn’t take it as seriously as you had with Kihyun. Back then, you believed you were setting up the rest of your life with him. You were committed to making it work even when it wasn’t because you had fantasised too many times about meeting him at the end of the altar.

You often laughed at your old self.

Yet, right now, you didn’t know who you were. Logically, you were your twenty-seven year old self standing in a rather expensive dress at a cocktail party your company was hosting. However, as soon as you saw the back view of the man talking to your co-worker Simon, you felt a weird sensation cast over you.

You knew it was Kihyun without him even turning around.

It wasn’t easy to move on in the beginning. Rationally, your mind had concluded you were no good together, but your heart wasn’t in the same place. Months of crying yourself to sleep had occurred before one day you woke up and felt better. You hadn’t swept your relationship away into some corner of your brain. You simply had grieved long enough over the chapter in your life closing.

You’ve managed to avoid Kihyun for six years, but you knew it was inevitable that you would cross paths again in life, an inner voice stated, and you nodded gently in agreement with the thought. It wasn’t as if either of you had moved cities for good.

When a waiter walked by, you snatched up a flute of champagne from the tray, gulping it down in hopes it would settle the nerves now fluttering around in your stomach. Why were you nervous to see him? You had no unfinished business with the man, and for all you knew, he could have a wife and kids by now.

Well, you knew that wasn’t exactly true. Bryony did mention him now and then by mistake. Your friends had made some pact over not bringing Kihyun up when you were together, but a few chardonnays later could have the woman sharing news about anyone, Kihyun included. Still, you had maintained a strong resolve not to hunt out his social media and keep up to date with him.

You had gotten over him, but you were human too. You didn’t trust yourself entirely given how easily you fell for his charms time and time again when you were younger.

In fact, just staring at his back resurfaced those feelings and you chided yourself immediately. Deciding you would leave the office party for your own sanity, you started to edge around the room, your gaze still fixated on the two men. So far, Kihyun didn’t know you were there. You would simply get a glimpse of his face and then leave, satisfying both your curiosity and your old flame for the guy.

Except, Annalise, your colleague, suddenly hooked her arm through yours and started leading you in the opposite direction.

“You’re going to miss all the fun if you leave now.”

“I’m not feeling well.”

“Uh-huh, I’m not entirely buying it. Come on I want you to meet someone new working with our firm.”

“Must I?”

“Of course!”

You should have known where this was going. Only a handful of people in the room were unrecognisable to you and yet your instincts remained clueless until you were standing beside Kihyun, his laughter from whatever Simon just said filling your ears and rooting you to the spot you now stood on. Noticing your arrival, he turned, his eyes widening.

At least he hadn’t forgotten you.

“Kihyun, I’d like you to meet one of our formidable members of the marketing team, Y/N. Y/N, this is our new investor here at Mason and Co.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Kihyun mentioned, reaching out to take your hand in his. You didn’t hesitate to take a hold of him, unable to speak with the surge of electricity now coursing throughout you.

Though, he did eventually get you talking. The whole night was spent talking with Kihyun in a corner of the gathering and then in a coffee shop after it ended. You ignored the warning bells in your mind, enjoying the time spent with him. It wasn’t the same as it had been back then, but you couldn’t deny the unbelievable attraction you felt between you still.

That magnetic force.

“It’s been really good seeing you again,” Kihyun mentioned, and you grinned.

“Likewise.”

“I should get you home.”

“Oh, I can take the subway.”

“Are you sure? It’s late now,” he said, checking his watch and shaking his head. “No, I insist. Let me take you home. I promise I’m not trying to intentionally find out where you live. Heck, direct me to your street, and I’ll let you off there knowing you’re close to home.”

“You’re rambling.”

“I still do that,” he agreed with a chuckle.

You stood up, sliding your bag over your shoulder. “You can take me home. We’re adults now.”

“Exactly.”

However, age played no game in the passion that easily flowed between you. When you stepped out of Kihyun’s car, and he followed to the door to say goodnight, you decided you didn’t want it to end.

Boundaries! Your mind screamed at you as you pointed at the door and offered him the chance to come inside. What happened to the boundaries around Kihyun?! It cried when, as soon as the door was shut Kihyun pressed you into it, causing you to let out a wanton moan.

You didn’t care anymore about the strict rules you had made six years. You still craved his touch like no other.

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Married Mistakes (All American)

Summary: Y/N is Jordan's best friend but they used to date. She finds out that Jordan married Simone and she is heartbroken.

Characters: Spencer x reader (platonic), Mrs. Baker x reader (platonic), Mr. Baker x reader (platonic), Olivia x reader (platonic), Jordan x reader (romantic)

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Sitting next to Jordan at the sports bar, you scrolled through Instagram lazily. "Hey, you okay?" Jordan nudges your shoulder and you snap out of your thoughts. "Hm?"

"You alright?" "Yeah I'm just tired." You say with a small stretch. "Maybe shark week's comin',". Resting your head on the table, you say, "Probably."

"Come on, I'll stop by the store and get everything on your shark week care package." You hum as he rubs your back softly. "Such a life saver," you say softly. You've been best friends with Jordan since middle school and dated through most of high school until junior year.

Things got complicated and stressful from him getting recruits attention and you getting recognition from law firms, you didn't have time for each other romantically.

So you decided to take a break before you remained as friends. There were moments where the flame was reignited but you didn't want to go through the motions again once the college life rolls over.

He stands up from the table and takes your hand into his as you advance towards the door. You both stop in your tracks when you see Simone walking in with a tight grip on her purse. Her eyes falls to you and Jordan's intertwined hands and you pull away from him.

He looks at you with confusion and hurt as you rub the sides of your arms nervously. Simone sets her purse on the ground and takes off her earrings. "I'd had enough of this." "No, baby. Please." Jordan says, stepping between you and Simone.

"She doesn't know boundaries. I don't care if you two used to date, you're dating me now. So either she respects that or I'm gone." Simone says.

"Aren't you taking the girlfriend label a little too seriously?" "I'm more than just his girlfriend," "Simone, don't." Jordan interrupts. "I'm his wife. We're married and we've been married for months." She snaps and it felt like a dagger piercing your heart.

"What?" "I'm sorry, Y/N. I was going to tell you," "Obviously not because you kept it secret from me for months. God, do your parents even know?" "I'm working on it," "Unbelievable," you say, anger burning your cheeks.

You push passed Simone and you hear footsteps behind you. He tries to hold you back by your arm."Y/N, please. Just listen to me, don't shut me out."

"You did that all on your own. Let go of me and lose my number." You snap out of his grip and wipe away your tears angrily. You walk down the street to your car and drive away.

Since what happened at the sports bar, you've been as distant as possible. Which was harder than you expected, because you were more than just Jordan's best friend, you were a close friend to Mrs. Baker, Mr. Baker and Olivia.

You had family nights all the time and made a lot of fun memories. Now you had to distance yourself from them and that broke your heart.

But pushing passed all of it, you know it's for the best. You were walking out of the gym when you feel your phone vibrate in your bag. Pulling it out of that bag, you click answer and said, "Hello?" "Y/N, it's Jordan. He's in the hospital. He's hurt and he woke wake up." Olivia rants.

"What? How did that happen? You know what, nevermind, I'll meet you there." "Okay," "Y/N?" "Yeah," "I missed you," she says after a small pause. "I missed you too, Liv. I never meant to shut you guys out."

"When Jordan gets better, you're going to make up. I don't care what either of you have to say," "Agreed," you say with a chuckle.

"See you when you get here," she says. "Hey Liv," "Yeah," "He'll be okay." There were perks of Beverly Hills High School being a few blocks from the hospital, and for good reason. Within five minutes, you're rushing into the ER and run straight into Spencer.

"Oh, sorry, Spence," you say. "You're good. Come 'er girl, I've missed you." He says, opening his arms. Wrapping your arms around his, you sigh as he rocks you back and forth. "I'm sorry for distancing myself from you guys." "Don't be, you were hurtin' 'cause of Jordan. I understand that." He states.

"Never change, Spencer James. Never change." "You gotta it, ma. Hey guys, come over and show Y/N some love." "Wait, guys, you don't have to. I-" "Believe me when I say we all need this," Olivia says. Olivia, Mrs. Baker, Mr. Baker and Spencer all embrace you at once and sigh in unison.

"We missed you," Mrs. Baker says. "I missed you too." Simone stares at the bunch hugging each other and she crosses her arms. Y/N will always be a part of Jordan's family, she sees that now. "Y/N, is there a Y/N here?" A nurse asks.

"Uh, yes, that's me." You say, pulling away from everyone reluctantly. "He's asking for you," she says. You look to Mrs. Baker and she nods. "It's okay." You rush into the room to see Jordan staring at you. "Y/N," he says as he sits up on the bed.

You click the button that pulls down the bed side and pull him into your arms. "You scared the hell out of me," you says with your voice muffled against his shoulder. He tightens his grip on you but you were careful not to do the same and potentially hurt him more.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I made a mistake-" "Sh, let's leave the past in the past. You just worry about getting better." "Thats the thing, the doctor just told me that he doesn't think I'll be able to play football for the rest of the year," he explains.

Pulling away from him, you say, "What? Did he say why?" "Apparently I've taken too many hits to the head before the previous concussion had a chance to heal. Any more hits and it could lead to permanent brain damage," "Oh my God, Jordan. He doesn't know does he?" You ask, referencing to Mr. Baker.

"No, you're the first to know." "What? Not even Simone." He shakes his head. "Why?" "You're family, Y/N. Not even an argument can take you away from the Baker family." He says, taking your hand into his. "When do you want to tell them?" "I'm not sure, but until then." He motions to the empty space next to him on the bed.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. I just got out of the gym when Olivia ca-" Jordan continues to pat the spot until you huff annoyingly as you sit down next to him. Still holding your hand, he asked, "Do you know what I dreamed about when I was under?" "What?"

"Chris' party." You shot him a look and say, "Out of all the memories, you chose a party where you clocked a guy and he clocked you back and I had to bring your unconscious body back to my house."

"Well that part wasn't in the dream, you were. You looked beautiful, you still do." "Thank you," "Y/N, I made a mistake." "Jordan, I don't please. Not here." You say, pulling away from his hand.

"Then where?" "Jordan, are you okay?" Mrs. Baker says with Olivia, Spencer, Simone and Mr. Baker rushing behind her. "The doctor came with some not so great news." Jordan says but trails off as he looks to me.

You explained what happened to the lot of them and they called the doctor back in to give them all the options to consider.

You fell asleep in Jordan's room until Mrs. Baker woke me up. "Hey, honey, you're more than welcome to go home and take a shower. Jordan is asleep." You nod and stretch your body as you stand up from the chair. "So when are you going to tell him," she asks.

"About the internship," she adds. "Right, I forgot you were well connected in Boston." You rub the back of your neck nervously.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you. You'll do great in Boston. But I think you should tell him and soon so you can get a chance to say goodbye." "You're right. Maybe over dinner? He's discharged within two days right?" She nods and you add, "That'll be enough time."

**

The dinner went better than you thought. Everyone was understanding when you announced that you would be moved to Boston by the end of the month. They wished you the best and said that they believe in you.

Jordan was more quiet on the manner than you expected, but it went better and you didn't feel guilty anymore.

Walking down the stairs from your bedroom, you rubbed your hair dry with the towel. A knock on the door raises your suspicions as it was twelve o'clock in the morning. "Y/N, it's me," Jordan says through the door. "Jordan," you say to yourself before answering the door.

He walks in and walks a few paces down the hallway before turning back around to face you. "Why are you acting weird?" You ask. "Why are you leaving?" He retorts. "Because it's what best for me and my future. Summer is here in a few weeks and I earned the credit for the school year already." You explain.

"I.." he trails off before running a hand over his face. "I made a mistake marrying Simone," "Jordan, don't-" "No, Y/N, let me talk for once please." He interupts. "I have feelings for you and I thought that dedicating my entire life to someone would make that go away but it only made things worse."

"This is marriage we're talking about. Commitment. It's not something that you can just jump in and jump back out."

"I know," "What were you thinking!" "I was thinking about you! Getting over you was the first thing on my mind when I married her." "That is so messed up, Jordan! Simone is a human being, you can't just use her like that."

"I thought I had no other choice. She's in love with me and wants to be around me every second of every day. I felt pressured..." He trails off.

"So what should I do?" He adds. "Stay with her. Try to make things work, and I mean physically and mentally." You state. "And what if that doesn't work?"

"You're asking the wrong person about this. Your parents are married, ask them." "My parents want to murder me for marrying Simone and not telling them,"

"They'll forgive you for that, and they'll forgive you for this. Just give them time to process." "What about us?" "Us? There is no us? Not anymore." "Don't say that," "I'm serious, Jordan." You drape the towel over your shoulder and walked into the kitchen. You grabbed a pan and set it in the stove.

Instead of turning the stove on, you press your hands on the cold surface of the counter top and sigh deeply. You feel his hand graze over your bare shoulder and your body betrays you as it eases under his touch. Leaning your head into his chest, his hands trail down your arms and interlace them with yours.

"Tell me you didn't miss this," he whispers into your ear and you pull away from his warmth. "You're married," you say softly. "My heart doesn't belong to her, and it never will." He holds your face in his hands and you look away from him. "Look at me." You slowly meet his gaze and he doesn't think twice about kissing you.

He takes his time trailing his hands up and down your body. When he finally pulls away from your lips, you were gasping for air. He leaves soft kisses down the base of your neck and you cup the back of his head encouragingly. He hooks one of your legs around his waist and rubs himself against your crotch, making you moan out.

He wraps your other leg around his waist and lifts you off the ground. His lips locked with yours as he advances up the steps and into the bedroom he knows so well.

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@the-quantum-repairman asked:

❄️🔥 ( one of each please )

Oof, this gonna take a bit. One difference and one similarity between myself and each of my muses.

Simon -

Similarity: Simon and I are both touch starved while being haphephobic at the same time. We both crave touch and affection but need it on our own terms or it freaks us out.

Difference: Simon has a deep soft spot for children, and although I have nothing against kids, I don't particularly enjoy their company. I always feel awkward around kids, whereas Simon feels right at home with them.

Markus -

Similarity: Markus' chosen family is very important to him, as mine is to me. We both chose the people that were most important to us even if those families are a little unconventional, and even if relationships are a little strained with some, we still love them very much.

Difference: Markus has all the charisma and confidence I wish I had, but sadly, do not have in real life.

Leo -

Similarity: We both have more anxiety than any twelve people need and are awkward beans.

Difference: Leo obviously knows what it's like to be on drugs and I actually have zero firsthand experience with this. I've never even smoked pot. Hell, I've never even smoked cigarettes.

Ralph -

Similarity: We both have super strong trust issues and are very wary of strangers.

Difference: I may be a little impulsive but I'm nowhere near as chatoically impulsive as Ralph is. I've got a lot more self control.

Daniel -

Similarity: We're both kind of cynical old men in spirit. Easily irritated and always expecting the worst (although I hope for the best anyways while Daniel doesn't dare). We close ourselves off a lot to protect ourselves from a cruel world.

Difference: Daniel acts more aggressive than I do. He's either more confident in his ability to follow through with a threat, or he's more reckless about throwing threats around. I think mean things if you tick me off, but I'm not usually so bold and vocal about it.

Jerry(s) -

Similarity: The Jerry's and I both have gone through a lot of bad things in life, but still try to be kind to others and make positives out of negatives despite how bad things are. We aren't ignorant to the bad and know that life can suck, but we try to look for the good and strive for better things anyways.

Difference: Each of the Jerrys have a job that I would never really want. I don't like baking or cooking, am not organized enough to be a party planner, and definitely don't have the focus and ambition to hold any sort of job in the medical field.

Lysias -

Similarity: Both of us see a great injustice in the world and are mad about it. We both know there are many things going on in the world that are fundamentally wrong and are directly caused by humans.

Difference: I don't want to commit mass genocide of the human race to fix it.

Elianna -

Similarity: We are both a bit naive and don't always see everything for what it is. Sometimes we make mistakes and social faux pas simply because of inexperience or a lack of thinking things through more carefully before spewing out the words, realizing how bad it sounds, and then reorganizing our thoughts into something less unintentionally offensive.

Difference: Elianna is more likely to step in and do something when she sees something wrong. She's braver than I am and will speak up if she sees someone being mistreated in public, whereas, most of the time, I will lend moral support after the fact, but won't risk harm by jumping into the fray while it's happening.

Arda -

Similarity: Arda is soft spoken like I am while still being straightforward and honest. We can both deliver a harsh message in a tactful manner (tho sometimes I choose to be more blunt, I am capable of being more diplomatic like she almost always is).

Difference: Arda would rather suffer physical harm to herself than fight back and hurt someone else, even if they are in the wrong. She can't bare the thought of being the cause of someone else's pain, whereas, if I'm being attacked, I'm going to fight back with everything I've got.

Alma -

Similarity: Alma and I are both kind of pushovers... to a point. The more you step on us, the more vindictive we get and we may seem fine until we suddenly explode in an ugly way. We can take a lot but once that final straw falls we don't put up with shit anymore and get downright mean, and it usually suprises the hell out of whoever has been pushing our buttons for so long.

Difference: Alma has prophetic dreams sometimes, or at the very least, dreams that reflect past events and foreshadow future ones. When I dream, it makes no sense. You cannot deduct a reason for my dreams like you can his. They are just garbled nonesense that follows no rules or path of any sort. At least his dreams are based in reality and logic, even when they do get more abstract.

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

I'm sorry to hear you've had a bad day. I hope this makes you feel a bit better 💜

Part 20 of Jimercury Kid series

‘I’m going to die.’ Freddie whined dramatically from the sofa, arching his back as Jim walked through the door with a tray of tea and biscuits, carefully setting it on the coffee table in front of the singer. ‘I’m not sure how much more of this pain I can take, darling.’

‘I know, love.’ Jim replied softly, placing another pillow under Freddie’s head. ‘But that’s what happens when you decide to do acrobatics on stage when there are wires lying around.’

‘It was entirely Roger’s fault.’ Freddie huffed. ‘He could have warned me that his drumkit was a danger zone.’

Jim chuckled and kissed his husband’s forehead. ‘The doctor said you’ll be right as rain in a few weeks, so long as you get plenty of rest and keep up the physio.’

The Persian grumbled, ‘I hate rest.’ Then he looked up at Jim with an accusatory glare. ‘And I can’t believe you’re abandoning me to galivant off and cut people’s hair! The audacity.’

Freddie hadn’t been all that pleased when Jim announced that he had accepted a weekend job at the barber shop down the road. The Irishman had befriended the owner, Carl Pritchard, in a bar a few months ago and while he had declined the offer of a full-time job (he still had the garden to think about and Khaleel to look after when Freddie was at the studio,) he was more than happy to lend Carl a hand every Saturday, when the shop was at its busiest.

Khaleel hadn’t been too happy about it either; he was used to Jim being around 24/7 and the sudden change of routine caused him a great amount of stress. Jim was almost late on his first day of the job because his son had cried and refused to let go of his leg. But eventually, the boy begrudgingly accepted it and Jim was able to pacify his separation anxiety with the promise of bringing home a treat when he was finished at work.

‘You’re just saying that because you’re jealous.’ Jim teased, dodging as Freddie attempted to swat his backside. ‘You think I’m going to fall head over heels for Carl’s dashing good looks and run off into the sunset with him.’

Freddie pouted like a child and crossed his arms. ‘So, you do think he’s good looking.’

Jim chuckled and dropped a kiss into his husband’s dark head of hair. ‘I’m old enough to be his dad, sweetheart. Besides, he’s really not my type.’

‘I wasn’t your type either and you still went for me.’

‘Well, how could I possibly resist? Have you seenyour arse?’

He roared with laughter as Freddie attempted to swat him again, but this time the singer grabbed his hand and pulled him down to kiss his lips.

‘Do you love me?’ he whispered once they had parted, brown eyes staring into Jim’s own almost fearfully. They had been together for almost ten years now, and yet he still needed that reassurance.

‘To the moon and back.’ Jim replied, leaning down for a much deeper kiss. He could have stayed like that all day, but a quick glance at his watch told him that he was already pushing it for time.

‘I’ll be back about six.’ He placed one final kiss against Freddie’s forehead before heading to the hallway to grab his coat. ‘I’ve left the shop’s number by the phone in case there’s an emergency. Try not to have too much fun without me.’

‘Very funny.’ Freddie sniggered as Jim blew him a kiss and turned the keys in the door. ‘Have a good day, darling. Don’t snip any ears off.’

The last thing he heard was Jim shouting goodbye to Khaleel up the stairs – which was quickly followed with a cheerful, ‘bye Daddy!’ – before the door was pulled shut. Freddie sighed and stretched his sore back, wishing he could at least hobble over to the piano and belt out a few show tunes to take his mind off the pain. He hated being alone; Phoebe was in town with friends and Khaleel had been colouring upstairs for most of the afternoon. He knew that colouring was one of the ways his bijou coped with Jim’s absence, so he didn’t want to disturb him.

Well, since he was bedbound (or in this case, sofa bound) he might as well catch forty winks. After finishing his tea and munching on a biscuit, he plumped up his pillows, propped his feet up on the armrest and did his best to ignore the constant throbbing in his lower back as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

--

Freddie was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing in the hallway, and he groggily rose from the sofa to go and answer it.

‘It’s Bernie, Bernie Morris.’ Said the voice on the other end of the line. ‘I know you usually have your physio on Sundays, but my 2 o’clock just cancelled and I don’t have any other appointments today. Would you like to take the slot?’

‘Oh darling, that would be wonderful.’ Freddie sighed in relief, rubbing his back as he spoke. ‘It’s really acting up today. I could use your magic hands.’

Bernie chucked jovially. ‘Alright then, see you in twenty.’

Bernard Morris was a tall, broad, cheerful man, recommended to Freddie by Doctor Atkinson after he had his accident. The vocalist had been apprehensive at first, thinking he could simply deal with the pain on his own; but he eventually relented when it became unbearable and had agreed to six weeks’ worth of sessions, so long as he could do it in the comfort of his own home. So far, Bernie’s methods had proved remarkably effective; Freddie’s back still hurt like hell, but he always felt slightly more relieved once he had been stretched and bent over a few times by a handsome looking man.

‘Thank you so much for this, darling.’ Said Freddie, as Bernie laid the exercise mat out on the floor and shifted the coffee table over to give them more space. ‘I was doing well for a couple of days but last night it started hurting like a bastard. I made the mistake of lifting Khaleel up too quickly during playtime.’

‘It’s no bother at all.’ Replied Bernie. ‘How’s the family? I still have yet to meet your little man.’

‘He’s very shy, our Kenny.’ Freddie chuckled fondly. ‘He’s been a bit clingy lately because of this new job Jim has taken up. He’s not used to him being away and he’s finding it hard to understand.’

‘Poor thing.’ Said Bernie sympathetically. ‘My little girl was the same when I started working full-time. But they get used to it eventually. Now,’ he cracked his knuckles, ‘shall we get started?’

‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’ Freddie said with a laugh and carefully laid himself down on the mat.

--

Khaleel let out a soft yawn as he finally finished colouring in Goliath’s bright yellow eyes and carefully added the picture to the pile of cat drawings he had been working on all afternoon. He didn’t like it when Daddy went to work; he was used to Baba being away, even though he missed him, but Daddy was always there and suddenly not having him around all day made Khaleel confused and scared.

His tummy began to rumble, so he hopped off his bed and carefully climbed down the staircases to tell his Baba that he would like a snack. But when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a strange noise coming from the lounge. The door was open a crack, so Khaleel peeped through curiously.

Baba was lying on the floor and a strange man was sitting on top of him, pulling on his leg. Baba was moaning in pain, his arm flying up to cover his eyes as the strange man continued to push on his leg until his knee reached his chest, before stopping and doing the same with the other one. Baba started to cry a little, and the man said something, though Khaleel couldn’t hear what it was. The boy felt his tiny heart racing. There was a strange man in the house, and he was hurting his Baba. Daddy and Uncle Phoebe weren’t here to protect them. He wanted to run into the lounge and jump on the horrible man, but his feet were frozen to the floor, unable to move.

Then he remembered the phone. Daddy and Baba had taught him how to use it, though he was only supposed to use it in emergencies, and he was never to call 999 unless he really needed to. Daddy had left his work number beside the telephone in the hall, so Khaleel quickly hurried to it and stood up on his tiptoes to grab the handset. He stared hard at the numbers on the little piece of paper and slowly began pressing the buttons. (1/2)

Jim had to admit that it felt good cutting hair again.

Pritchard & Sons was nothing like the Savoy; it was small and intimate, with a far more welcoming atmosphere and friendly regulars who were always happy to make conversation. He instantly felt at home in the place and found himself actually looking forward to working on a Saturday; despite his full-time commitment to the garden, he had been longing for a change of scenery as of late, and this job offer was exactly what he needed.

He was busy brushing away the stray hairs from the shop floor when the telephone at the front desk began to ring. Carl was nowhere to be seen and his two co-workers, Simon and Neil, were busy with clients, so he set his broom against the wall and crossed over to the desk, picking up the handset before it could ring off.

‘Pritchard & Sons, how can I help you?’

‘Daddy?’ Came a small voice from the other end of the line.

Jim was taken back a second, as if he was hearing things. ‘Kenny? Is that you? Kenny, you shouldn’t be calling Daddy at work, he’s very busy.’

‘Daddy, I need help.’ The little boy whimpered in response.

‘Sweetheart, if you need help with something, ask your Baba-’

‘There’s a strange man in the house.’ Khaleel started to sob, his voice a terrified whisper, as if he was worried about being heard. ‘There’s a strange man and he’s hurting Baba.’

Jim felt his blood run cold. ‘W-what do you mean? Where’s Baba, Kenny?’

‘In the lounge. The man is on top of him, and Baba is crying.’

Oh Jesus. Jim began to shake, sweat beading his forehead as a million images flashed before his eyes. He knew he couldn’t let Khaleel hear the fear in his voice, otherwise it would just panic the little boy further. ‘Sweetheart, listen to me. I need you to go upstairs into your bedroom and hide under your bed, okay? Daddy’s coming, everything’s going to be okay.’

Khaleel continued to sob. ‘Daddy, please hurry.’‘

‘Please, Kenny, do as I say. Hang up the phone and go upstairs as quietly as you can. I promise I’ll be home soon.’

There was a loud sniff, before Khaleel mumbled, ‘hurry, Daddy,’ and the line went dead.

‘Tell Carl there’s been an emergency!’ Jim yelled over the counter to Simon, as he raced to the hat stand and grabbed his coat, racing through the door before he even got a response. He cursed as he fumbled with his car keys, almost dropping them into the gutter as his hands trembled violently; as soon as he was in the driver’s seat, he slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped down the road.

-----

As soon as he reached Garden Lodge, Jim immediately went around the back entrance, not wanting to alert the intruder by ringing the bell. As soon as he had turned the key in the back door, he immediately called for Freddie, feeling his heart sink when he didn’t receive a response. He slowly walked down the hallway, glancing into every room in case someone leapt out and attacked him, until he reached the kitchen and quickly armed himself with a large knife that had been left sitting on the counter. He prayed that he wouldn’t have to use it.

‘Freddie!’ he cried out again, almost in tears, the hand holding the knife shaking so hard it was a miracle he didn’t drop it.

The kitchen door suddenly swung open behind him, and he yelled in surprise, whipping round, knife clasped in both hands and pointed straight at his would-be assailant.

There was a high-pitched shriek and a crash, and only then did Jim realise it was Freddie, clad in one of his silk kimonos and surrounded by broken teacups. They both stood there, frozen, as Jim looked his husband up and down; Freddie appeared unhurt, though shell-shocked, the tray he had been carrying now lying at his feet amongst shards of china.

‘Jim!’ Freddie screamed, once he had overcome his initial shock. ‘What the bloody hell are you doing?!’

Jim didn’t respond. He dropped the knife immediately, letting it clatter against the kitchen tiles as he ran to Freddie and scooped him into his arms, hugging him fiercely. His husband let out a surprised squeak as he was suddenly lifted off the floor and he quickly wound his legs around Jim’s hips before the younger man dropped him on his arse. It felt like Jim stood there forever, holding onto Freddie tightly, swaying back and forth like he did when soothing Khaleel to sleep.

‘Darling?’ Freddie finally whispered into Jim’s flushed ear. ‘Darling, what’s going on? What was all that about?’

Jim finally released his husband, brushing away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks as he cupped Freddie’s face and looked desperately into his eyes. ‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’

Freddie looked baffled. ‘Hurt? Of course not! Why would I be hurt? And what are you even doing here? I thought you didn’t finish work until six.’

The Irishman’s heart finally began to relax as he took a moment to process this information. ‘Khaleel called the shop. He said there was a man in here and he was hurting you. I got here as fast as I could.’

Freddie stared at him with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. ‘Oh my God…Jim, that was Bernie. Bernie Morris, my physiotherapist. He’s in the conservatory, I was just about to make us some more tea.’

Jim looked like he was about to collapse to the floor. He leaned back against the counter, colour finally returning to his face as he realised that Freddie and Khaleel had never been in any danger. All the horrifying scenarios that had been playing in his mind finally ceased to be.

‘Oh God…’ he covered his eyes with his hands, taking deep, uneven breaths, ‘I thought some psycho had broken in, I thought…’ He cut off, not wanting to even consider what could have happened.

Freddie carefully stepped over the mess on the floor, careful not to cut his bare feet as he approached him and put his arms around Jim’s neck, gently kissing his forehead. ‘You really would have killed a man just to protect me?’

Jim removed his hands from his eyes and replied without any hesitation. ‘Absolutely. The bastard wouldn’t have known what hit him.’

Freddie chucked softly, ‘my knight in shining armour.’ Then suddenly his eyes went wide. ‘Kenny! Where’s Kenny?’

‘I told him to go upstairs and hide under his bed.’ Replied Jim. ‘Come on, let’s go and get him. He’s scared out of his wits.’

-----

It had taken a while to coax Khaleel out from underneath his bed. But his parents eventually managed to convince him that the mean man downstairs was actually a very nice man, who was helping Baba get better, and the only reason Baba had been crying in the lounge was because his back hurt so much. They praised him for being such a brave boy and using the phone to call for help when he thought it was needed. Khaleel eventually crawled out and let Freddie carry him downstairs.

He hid in face in Freddie’s shoulder when he saw Bernie, his body trembling in fear. But he gradually looked up when Bernie started chatting to him, realising this strange man wasn’t really that scary up close. By the time Phoebe arrived home from town, Kenny was sitting on Bernie’s lap, giggling as the man held one of his soft toys, pretending to make it talk in a deep gruff voice.

‘What happened here?’ Phoebe asked as he walked into the kitchen to see Jim sweeping up the broken china into a dustpan.

‘Long story.’ Was all the Irishman said in reply. (2/2)

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Aww an extra long update! I loved it😊 It was exactly what I needed after the exhausting day I've had, thank you for making me smile with this part (and all your stories everyday).

I was happy to see Jim take up a part time job of a hairdresser. I've often wondered about that in Freddie!lives scenarios. I think one of the reasons why Jim took up the job of the gardener at GL is to be close to Freddie who had received his diagnosis by that time, if I'm not wrong.

And aww, baby Khaleel being so smart and calling up his father when he saw that his baba was in danger. And ofc, Jim being ready to do absolutely anything to keep his family safe... my heart.

And lol, I can see Phoebe rolling his eyes in the kitchen like, "I take one day off..."

(More drabbles by writer anon)

[hardwon]

This is super random. But I feel like they could have had the same plot line in Bridgerton without the r*pe. Since Daphne thinks he’s infertile and that’s why they can’t have kids, and the pull out method is hardly foolproof. Have her think she might be pregnant. Tell him like it’s a miracle. And isn’t he so happy?

Then have him basically be like. No this can’t be happening. So she discovers that it’s not that he can’t have children. He doesn’t want them.

And then lay down a similar ultimatum. That if she’s pregnant he��ll provide for them. But if she’s not then it’s best they don’t risk pregnancy again and they’ll need to separate.

You get your dramatic reveal. Both of them see secrets that were kept from each other so they can still be estranged.

And you could have it end them same with her either getting her period so it was a a false alarm. Or her maybe having a miscarriage if they felt they could handle that.

Bingo then no one r*pes anyone. But you get a similar outcome.

Also I have never read the books I’ve only seen the show.

shondaland hire this anon challenge!!!

YES YES EXACTLY!!!!! This would have been such a better way to do it!!! It keeps all the same plot bits without including a r*pe!!!! It has potential for the world’s angstiest pregnancy announcement!!!! You get the same angst!!!!! And there’s NO R*PE!!!!

Honestly other than the fact that the show put that scene in for no reason, the reason it bothered me so much was because they put it in and refused to follow through. It was awful to watch Daphne yell at Simon about being a victim after watching that scene, and it was even worse to watch him apologize. They definitely both made mistakes, but the fact that Daphne took advantage of Simon like that, even if it’s possible she didn’t know the full extent of what she was doing (bc regency sex ed sucks ASS), means that it wasn’t a ��both sides are wrong” situation. If for some reason they decided they HAD to keep that scene, I wish that they had committed to it and had the characters think about and discuss the implications of that choice as opposed to just brushing it under the rug.

[roseherondale]

Sidekick

Summary: Jace invites Kit to help him confront a warlock who may be planning to commit necromancy but Kit reveals too much.

Word Count: 3147

Warnings: N/A

Read it on AO3 here

The golden swirls of the portal disappeared around him and he looked around at the familiar library of the New York Institute where he spent more time than he would admit to anyone, curled up on the sofa reading and studying, surrounded by the books on the high shelves around the room. His gaze landed on Clary and Jace, a couple of metres in front of him, smiling widely. He moved forward, hugging Clary tightly. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she was wearing a band t-shirt for TMI: a band that her parabatai, Simon Lewis, had been in when he had lost his memories to the Greater Demon, Asmodeus. He had since quit, but it seemed that Clary had kept the merchandise; it was worn and frayed at the sleeves.

"Kit! It's so good to see you." He pulled back, grinning, and turned to Jace, who awkwardly squeezed his shoulder.

"It's good to see you too." He replied.

"Hey, Christopher." Despite being cousins, Jace had easily fallen into a big brother role regarding Kit, and his smile was warm and inviting, despite the gauche action. He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, and jeans, which was his usual style.

"Kit. What did you need?" Jace ignored the remark about his name and gestured to the sofas in the centre of the room.

They sat down, and Clary and Jace exchanged a brief look from where they were sat opposite him when Jace spoke. "We know you don't have much experience in Downworlder politics, so we thought it would be fun for you to come with us whilst we scope out a potentially necromantic warlock."

Kit furrowed his eyebrows. "Potentially necromantic?"

"There have been rumours," Jace confirmed, "so we thought it best to check it out after everything that happened with Malcolm. So, what do you think? Are you in?"

"Sounds fun. When are we leaving?" Kit responded, trying to keep his face even so that they couldn't tell that he was worried about the necromantic part of their mission.

"About fifteen minutes, so we should go gear up." Jace said, and Kit subtly let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

When he returned, dressed in black gear, which he had to admit really suited him against his tan skin and golden hair, Clary was applying a rune to Jace's collarbone. He wasn't close enough to see the shape, but he watched as the inky black lines formed on his skin.

Noticing him enter, Clary smiled widely, but Kit didn't know why. "Ready?" He nodded.

She drew the rune for a portal in the air, and it formed once more, sending papers flying from one of the tables, and rustling the pages of open books beside them. Jace headed in first, then Kit, following a gesture from Clary, and she brought up the rear.

"Do you need any runes?" Jace asked when they arrived in a mundane street. Kit shook his head, staring around. On either side, townhouses reached the sky, and casted shadows so that the afternoon sun couldn't reach them. Kit shivered slightly. It didn't seem like a place where someone would commit necromancy; it was too normal.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" Kit asked.

"We are," another voice confirmed, and Kit spun around to see Magnus Bane, dressed splendidly in a purple velvet jacket. "He has wards up."

Simon appeared from behind him, wearing a t-shirt that said 'may d4s be with you' and Kit couldn't help but chuckle at the pun. Simon winked at him, moving next to Clary and bumping his shoulder against hers, gently.

"Hey Mini-Jace." He waved and Kit pulled a face, but waved back at him, to Clary and Simon's giggles.

"Okay, so Kit and I will go in, scope out the area and call you in if there's any trouble." Jace said, crossing his arms.

"Sure." Clary shrugged, settling down on a wall to wait. Magnus pulled out his phone.

"I was just telling Simon about Max turning into a bat again yesterday. We had to catch him with a net; let me show you the video, biscuit." Despite wanting to see the video of Magnus and Alec catching their warlock son with a net, Kit turned away and followed Jace up the steps. He knocked on the door and stepped back, grinning at Kit, easily.

The door opened slightly, the chain still on, and a face appeared at the side. It was a middle aged man, dark skinned but looking normal for a warlock. Since Kit spent a lot of time with the extravagance of Magnus Bane, the green-skinned and horned Ragnor Shade, and the blue-skinned Catarina Loss, he frowned slightly.

"What do you want, Shadowhunters?" He asked, seeming frazzled.

"You're the warlock, Atlantes?" Jace asked, and he nodded sharply. "We'd like to come in and ask you some questions."

"Fine." He unlocked the chain and stood aside for them to come in. Kit immediately noticed a cat's tail behind him, flicking agitatedly. Well, that answered the unspoken question about his warlock mark. He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and a t-shirt; he clearly hadn't been expecting them.

"Jace Herondale; head of the New York Institute." He introduced himself, and Atlantes reluctantly shook his hand.

"You brought a child." He said, looking at Kit with disdain. Jace moved passed him, heading into the living room.

"Couldn't find a babysitter." Jace said, seriously. "Anyway, he's my sidekick."

"I am not your sidekick." Kit defended. "If anything, you're my sidekick."

Jace raised his eyebrows, then turned back to Atlantes, who had followed them in, and was now hurriedly tidying up the cramped space. "Well anyway, we're here because there have been rumours that you plan to commit necromancy."

He spluttered. "What? That's preposterous. Who's spreading rumours about me? It is Barnabas Hale?"

"It doesn't matter who it is. We just have to come and ask you some questions."

Kit zoned out from the conversation slightly and looked around the room. Atlantes had shuffled the papers into a messy pile, on the coffee table, but it was also littered with various jars filled with ingredients, and though Kit didn't recognise them, they were handily labelled. He turned away to a cabinet on the far side of the room and made his way over. Jace and Atlantes were arguing about the precedent that Shadowhunters had and whether they should be able to deal in warlock politics, so neither of them were paying Kit any attention.

The cabinet was glass, but there was a box inside, with unlit candles on either side, and a photograph of an old woman, also dark skinned with bright eyes and a warm smile. If the man was commiting necromancy, Kit suspected that he wanted to bring that woman back, and that her hair, blood and bone was stored in the box.

"Who's this woman?" Kit asked.

Atlantes smiled for the first time since they entered. "That's my dear mother."

"Is that who you're trying to bring back?" Jace asked.

"No, I'm not trying to bring anyone back and my mother is still with us." He sniffed, "I meet her every week for lunch." In that case, the warlock was very young; Kit had never imagined them as anything but ancient and wise.

He noticed a bag of white powder pushed behind a pile of books on the floor. Pulling it out, he placed it on top of the books.

"Is this chalk?" He asked.

"Yes." Atlantes said, glancing over, distractedly.

"What's it made of?" He questioned, knowing that chalk made from the powdered bones of a murder victim was one of the ingredients for the necromancy spell.

"I don't know; whatever chalk's made of." He turned to Jace. "The child is asking stupid questions." Jace glanced over Atlantes' shoulder and Kit gave him a pointed look.

Jace just shrugged. "He's not my child; I can't tell him what to do." Atlantes huffed, frustratedly.

"Is there anything else you need?" He asked.

"Yes, we need to do a thorough search of your property, but we can have a warlock do it if it's more comfortable for you." Jace said, ever the vision of diplomacy.

"You don't need to. I haven't committed any necromancy." He protested, his tail flicking back and forth.

"I'm sorry; I have to do my job." Kit didn't think that Jace sounded sorry at all; in fact he seemed amused at the annoyance the warlock was facing. The information incriminating him must have been reliable, as Kit had never seen Jace taunt an innocent person before. He supposed that it was Jace's way of telling him that he needed to find more evidence to rattle him.

Kit continued to walk around the room, this time feeling the eyes of the warlock on him. He picked up random items and turned them over in his hands, whilst he desperately searched for something else that could be used for necromancy. Kit would never have admitted out loud that there was something thrilling about the mission; trying to find a rogue necromancer whilst having dabbled in it himself. For once, he felt valuable and needed; he alone knew the ingredients for the spell. Only he could incriminate the man, and if he could stop someone from making the same mistake Ty did, he would.

He picked up a jar of ash and opened it to smell it. The familiar aroma of the incense from the heart of a volcano overcame his senses, and at once he was hit by the memory of being on the lakeside, the faint smell on the breeze.

"This is incense from the heart of a volcano." He said, towards the warlock.

Resembling a deer caught in headlights, he nodded, then quickly recovered. "It's good to make tea. It helps with colds and I've been feeling pretty run down lately."

"I don't know about that." Kit said, "but I know it's an ingredient for a necromancy spell."

Atlantes froze, his eyes fixed on Kit's face. He was convinced of his guilt now, and Kit had one more trick up his sleeve.

"What did you use as your object from another dimension?"

"What do you mean?" Atlantes asked, but his eyes were wide.

"Well, we used something from Thule, but I can't imagine it was easy to find something."

"Don't speak to me of that place." If it was possible, his eyes widened further, and he looked terrified.

Jace intervened. "So, what dimension did you use?"

He sighed. "Diyu."

"What's Diyu?" Kit asked, confused.

"It's a realm of Hell." He faced Atlantes, "I assume you went through when Magnus and Alec were closing the portals in Shanghai."

He sighed. "Yes."

Kit rolled his eyes and pulled out a sphere of blue mist from behind the sofa cushions. "It wouldn't have worked anyway; your catalyst is corrupted." He tossed it back down, avoiding Jace's eyes.

"You're an annoying child, but I'm curious as to how you know so much about necromancy." Atlantes said, surveying him closely.

"I read the list of ingredients from your pile of papers." Kit said and Jace laughed loudly.

"Come on then. It's off to the Silent City for you." Atlantes held his arms out and Jace handcuffed them.

"I can't believe you figured it out." He said, shaking his head, sadly.

"What do you mean? You had all the ingredients and the instructions all around the room." Kit said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Still..." Atlantes said, trailing off.

Jace strolled over to the table. "Is this from the Black Volume of the Dead? How did you get this?"

"I don't have the book." He defended. "I was holidaying in LA; I like to go diving. I found a phone and I was curious as to who's it was so I could return it, but then I realised that the photo album was full of pictures of the book, so I kept it."

Kit felt the colour drain from his face, and he turned away so that Jace wouldn't notice. He had watched Ty throw it into the ocean and neither of them would have expected for it to end up in the wrong hands.

"That was a good strategy, Christopher." Jace praised, casually, and Kit tried to hide his smile.

"So, it turns out you actually are my sidekick." He joked. Jace glared at him, lightly, rolling his eyes.

"Go get the others." He ordered.

Kit headed to the door and poked his head out.

"Clary?" He called, and immediately the three of them stood and moved into his line of sight.

"You got him?" She asked and he nodded.

"Easy." He gloated. Magnus raised his eyebrows, but Simon looked impressed. They followed him into the living room, which was even more cramped with twice the amount of people.

"Good job." Simon said, taking the warlock from Jace. "Should we get him out of here?"

"Yeah, let's go now." With a brief kiss to Jace's lips, Clary turned and made a portal. "To the Silent City." She gave a little wave and disappeared into the portal, her hair bobbing in the ponytail. Simon shook his head fondly, and made to follow her, Atlantes restrained, though he was going easily, and he gave one last mournful look around his living room.

Right before they went through, Kit called "wait" and headed to the cabinet, taking out the photo of the warlock's mother and handing it to him.

"You should take this with you." He said.

"Thank you. You may have been annoying, but you're kind too." He surveyed him for a moment, as if he was shocked that one person could display more than one emotion, then gestured to Simon that he was ready to go through the portal. "Goodbye Jace Herondale and... Mini-Jace Herondale." They disappeared in one last swirl of gold, Simon's laugh trailing off into nothing.

"That was a nice thing you did." Magnus remarked.

"I felt bad for him." Kit said, shrugging. The truth was, the warlock had been out of his depth, just like he and Ty were, and he was just thankful that he could stop someone else from making the same mistake.

"Come on, Mini-Jace." Jace said, gesturing to the door. "Leave Magnus in peace whilst he collects everything we need." Turning back to Magnus, he lowered his voice and gestured to the table, "he had a copy of the Black Volume of the Dead, so we need to make sure that's the only version."

"Of course." Magnus said, gravely. "Though if he's given it to someone else, there may not be a chance of finding it. Either way, I'll get everything from the house and meet you outside."

Jace gently pushed past Kit and led the way outside, where he sat on the steps. Kit reluctantly followed and perched himself beside him; he knew what was coming next.

"When did you try to commit necromancy?" He asked, calmly, as if it were a simple matter of asking what the weather would be like or what they were having for dinner. For a moment, Kit just stared at him, and then he sighed.

"When I was in LA with Ty. We tried to bring Livvy back." Staring at the ground in front of him, he waited for Jace to respond.

"What went wrong?" Jace asked.

"The catalyst was corrupted; she came back as a ghost and now she's tied to Ty." He bit his lip and looked back up at him, "I tried to stop him. The whole time I didn't want to do it, but I didn't want Ty to do it alone and isolate himself from everyone, so I went along with it. I never thought he would get all the ingredients and then Shade refused to help us anymore and I thought he would give up. But then, he got his own catalyst and at the last second I had to at least try and stop him from doing it, but then we fought, and he did it anyway."

"Is that why you went to live with Tessa and Jem?" Kit nodded.

"I couldn't be there anymore." He didn't elaborate further, but he knew that Jace knew more than he let on.

"Who else knows?" Jace asked, curiously.

"Magnus. I think Jem and Tessa do; I kind of announced to Tessa that I hadn't committed any necromancy when she came to see me in the Silent City so, I think she's a little suspicious." He smiled, sheepishly, and Jace burst into laughter.

"Only you could do something like that." He remarked, between trying to catch his breath. When he recovered, he spoke seriously, "do you want to keep it a secret or can I tell Clary?"

"I don't mind you telling Clary, but can you please keep it between yourselves?" He asked, and Jace immediately nodded.

Before anything else could be said, Magnus appeared in the doorway. "I've collected everything now; let's get back."

There was a box marked 'important evidence' in capitals and glittery green pen, filled with papers, spell ingredients, and the box from the cabinet. With a wave of his hand, it disappeared, and Magnus turned back to them, forming a portal.

"He found Ty's phone." Kit said, and Magnus nodded.

"I know, I found it and I'll deal with it. After you, Mini-Jace." Magnus said, and Kit rolled his eyes, stepping through into the Institute library. Clary and Simon were waiting there, perched on a table beside the evidence and they waved at him. Jace and Magnus came through moments later.

"Well, I'm off to rescue my husband from our two little monsters." He said and headed out the door. Kit assumed he was heading to the office where Alec acted as the Consul. Since Idris had been taken over by the Cohort, he had set up a base in New York instead.

"Taki's for dinner?" Clary asked, wrapping her arms around Jace and he nodded, then pressed a kiss to his head. She pulled away, and she and Simon left, knowing everyone's favourite orders already.

Once the door closed behind them, Jace turned to Kit. "You did well today, Kit."

"What, no Christopher?" He asked, jokingly.

"Don't push it." Jace warned, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"Are you really okay with everything? You don't see me any differently?" Looking down at his shoes, he resigned himself for Jace's disapproval, but it never came.

"Of course not. I always knew you were loyal." He ruffled Kit's hair, affectionately, "like a puppy."

"Hey!" He dodged out the way and fixed his hair, smiling back at Jace as they made their way out of the library. Kit laughed, feeling a million times lighter now that he had someone to talk to about everything.

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150 Best Engagement Quotes By Famous Personalities and Celebrities

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You might need engagement quotes to beautify your Facebook and Insta posts; here, I am sharing with you 150+ timeless Engagement quotes given by famous personalities and celebrities. Take a look……

“Control leads to compliance; autonomy leads to engagement.” ― Daniel H. Pink.

“I have an engagement ring, which is my favorite accessory.” — Jules Asner.

“I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, and all you’re yet to be.” — Unknown.

“When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.” ― P.G. Wodehouse.

“I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.” ― Kamand Kojouri.

“…learning always occurs in a context of taking action, and they value engagement and experience as the most effective strategies for deep learning.” ― Richard DuFour.

To speak frankly, I am not in favor of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.” ― Oscar Wilde.

“I married a man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.” ― C.J. English.

“Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but love.” — William Penn

“Marriage is not kick-boxing, it’s salsa dancing.” ― Amit Kalantri.

“There are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship, which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.” ― George Eliot.

“It is wrong to think of marriage as hyped bondage. You can marry and still be happy. Everything rests on who you are married to. Marriage is a beautiful thing.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson.

“Student engagement is a product of motivation and active learning. It is a product rather than a sum because it will not occur if either element is missing.” ― Elizabeth F. Barkley.

“And try not to make a habit of getting engaged in the first place, Vivie. It can lead to marriage if you’re not careful.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert.

“Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.” — Unknown.

“The success of love is in the loving; it is not in the result of loving.” – Mother Teresa.

“Give a man the finger; he’ll put a wedding ring on it!” ― Ljupka Cvetanova.

“My acronym for full-on engagement: ROAR, Return on Attendee Relevance” ― Andrea Driessen

“The highest happiness on earth is marriage.” — William Lyon Phelps.

“They had exchanged vows and tokens, sealed their rich compact, solemnized, so far as breathed words and murmured sounds and lighted eyes and clasped hands could do it, their agreement to belong only, and to belong tremendously, to each other.” ― Henry James.

“Love is not in the ring. Love is in the heart.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson.

“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” — Nora Ephron.

“You Need To Gauge, To Engage.” ― Syed Sharukh

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.” — William Shakespeare.

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“When you found someone you really loved, everything fitted.” ― Melissa Hill.

“It is sometimes essential for a husband and a wife to quarrel—they get to know each other better.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

“I’ve found someone who refuses to let me be anything but myself.” ― Hayley Paige.

“We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift—a chance to experience Love, joy, compassion, and security —it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don’t feel so wonderful.” ― Kamand Kojouri.

“Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.” — Dante Alighieri.

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call it Love—true Love.” — Robert Fulghum.

“Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage.” — Zig Ziglar.

“I won’t give my heart to another girl until God shows me it’s my wife.” ― Eric Ludy

“The reason why women think men should spend a lot of money on an engagement ring is because women are the ones who get to clean up all the poop (stains and toilet bowl swirls included) that is provided by every family member living in the house until they die.” ― Heather Chapple.

“Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death does you apart.” ― Emily Thorne.

“My forever.” ― Unknown

“To keep the fire burning brightly, there’s one easy rule: Keep the two logs together, near enough to keep each other warm and far enough apart—about a finger’s breadth—for breathing room. Good fire, good marriage, same rule.” — Marnie Reed Crowel

“Once you’ve found the right person, you just know.” ― Sophie Turner.

“A perfect couple shares their failures, mistakes and their successes equally and deals with them all as a team.” ― Ricardo Derose.

“How could I say no?” ― Unknown.

“Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.” — Barnett R. Brickner.

“Calm down, it isn’t a ring,” I laughed, and he pushed the box across the table to me, and I blushed and opened it.” ― Mercy Cortez.

“We’re engaged to be engaged, aren’t we?” ― E.D. Baker

“You don’t marry someone you can live with-you marry the person you cannot live without.” — Unknown.

“Marriage is not the beginning of the journey, nor the end – it is the journey.” ― Carew Papritz.

“He’s just the best person I’ve ever met in my whole life.” ― Jennifer Lawrence.

“His proposal was dedicated to his love for me and the future he wanted to build together.” ― Rachel Lindsay.

“My Constant.” ― Unknown

“He got down on one knee, and he’s like, ‘I forgot everything I’m supposed to say, but you’re my best friend.'” ― Hilary Duff.

“It was so sweet.” ― Hilary Duff.

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“Well, he is the best man I’ve ever met. He’s just everything to me.” ― Unknown.

“Here’s to a lifetime of friendship, purpose & unconditional love.” ― Bindi Irwin.

“I asked my best friend a question… and he said yes.” ― Unknown.

“We have the greatest pre-nuptial agreement in the world. It’s called Love.” — Gene Perret.

“Wherever you are, is my home, my only home.” — Jane Eyre.

“Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.” — Simone Signoret

“She said yes. Locking it down.” ― Alex Rodriguez.

“When he asked, I could not say NO.” ― Unknown.

“Engagement marks the end of a whirlwind romance and beginning of an eternal love story.” — Unknown.

“True love stories never have endings.” — Richard Bach.

“Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.” — Robert Browning.

“Love doesn’t make the world go ’round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” — Franklin P. Jones.

“The countdown begins.” ― Unknown.

“We are not perfect; we learn from our mistakes. And as long as it takes, I will prove my Love to you.”— Sara Bareilles.

“It’s time to make things official.” ― Unknown.

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” — Helen Keller.

“Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite.” ― Unknown.

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; But it is the journey that matters, in the end.” — Ernest Hemingway.

“Every day is an engagement day for us.” ― Unknown.

“The secret of a happy marriage remains… a secret.” — Henny Youngman.

“25 days to go.” ― Unknown.

“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.” —Charles Dickens.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes.

“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” — Maya Angelou.

“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.” – Arthur Conan Doyle.

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you, and I’d choose you.” —Kiersten White.

“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” — Aristotle.

“Love one another, and you will be happy. It’s as simple and as difficult as that.” — Micheal Leunig.

“It’s not your perfectness that I fell in Love with. It was your flaws that brought me in.” — Unknown.

“All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you!” — Byron Caldwell Smith.

“My whole heart for my whole life.” — French Proverb

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Emily Bronte.

“Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.” — Albert Einstein.

“A marriage is like a long trip in a tiny rowboat; if one passenger starts to rock the boat, the other has to steady it; otherwise they will go to the bottom together.” — David Reuben.

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you, and I’d choose you.” — Kiersten White.

“A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.” – Ruth Bell Graham.

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“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each includes the other, each is enriched by the other.” — Felix Adler.

“It is sometimes essential for a husband and a wife to quarrel—they get to know each other better.” — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.

“Before you marry a person, you should first make them use a computer with slow Internet to see who they really are.” — Will Ferrell.

“Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.” — Milan Kundera.

“The disgusting way an engagement is regarded public property; all these older women smirking…but my point is their whole attitude is wrong— an engagement, horrid word in the first place, is a private affair and should be regarded as such.” — Daniel Day-Lewis.

“If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.” — Katharine Hepburn.

“It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” — Rita Rudner

“We may have started as individuals, but now we are as one.” — Bryon Pulsifer.

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.” – A.A. Milne.

“Today, engagement parties still allow both families to meet each other if they haven’t done so before. Even if both sets of parents have met, it’s nice for siblings and other extended relatives to meet and mingle, so they are all acquainted with one another before the wedding.” — Gabrielle Kaplan-Mayer.

“They say that marriages are made in heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.” — Clint Eastwood.

“Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate.” — Barnett R. Brickner.

“Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them, and you have found a lover for life.” — Leo Buscaglia.

“Courtship to marriage is a very witty prologue to a very dull play.” — William Congreve.

“It is the duty of the bride’s father to give a party to announce the Engagement. Apparently, this is done only after everyone knows about it.” — Spencer Tracy.

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.” — Phyllis Diller.

“The best thing that the diamond ring could do; was to amicably occupy a place on the engagement finger.” — Nikhil Parekh.

“Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning. Your Love paints a beautiful picture of what Love really means.” — Unknown.

“You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I’ve never been so strong. Now I’m where I belong.” — Maya Angelou.

“Engagement can be a commitment to love or a declaration of war. One must enter every battle without hesitation, willing to fully engage the enemy until death do you apart.” — Emily Thorne.

“It’s never out of style to have good manners. If possible, make the engagement announcement to the bride’s parents in person.” — Joyce Scardina-Becker.

“Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, the water of sincerity and air of passion.” — Unknown.

“A perfect couple shares their failures, mistakes and their successes equally and deals with them all as a team.” — Ricardo Derose.

“Marriages don’t work when one partner is happy, and the other is miserable. Marriage is about both people being equally miserable.” – Forget Paris.

“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.” — Mignon McLaughlin.

“I won’t give my heart to another girl until God shows me it’s my wife.” — Eric Ludy.

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” — Antoine.

“You rose into my life like a promised sunrise, brightening my days with the light in your eyes. I’ve never been so strong. Now I’m where I belong.” — Maya Angelou.

“Although somewhat outdated, the use of formal announcement cards is a beautiful and elegant way to spread the word of your engagement.” — Joyce Scardina-Becker.

“Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage.” — Zig Ziglar.

“If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.” — Michelle Hodkin.

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“I would rather not be engaged. When people are engaged, they begin to think of being married soon…and I should like everything to go on for a long while just as it is.” — George Eliot.

“If you tell me you love me, I might not believe you, but if you show me you do, then I will.” — Unknown

“An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done.” — Jane Austen.

“An engagement should come upon a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant as the case may be. It is hardly a matter she could be allowed to arrange for herself.” — Edith Evans.

“For a marriage to be a success, every woman and every man should have her and his own bathroom. The end.” — Catherine Zeta-Jones.

“Let us be together for the rest of our lives; I will assure you that, starting from this engagement.” — Unknown.

“Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is a conversation.” — Oscar Wilde.

“I choose you, and I’ll choose you. Over and over and over without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I’ll keep choosing you.” — Unknown.

“For it was not into my ear, you whispered but into my heart.” — Judy Garland.

“The only gift is a portion of thyself.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson.

“We may have started as individuals, but now we are as one.” — Bryon Pulsifer.

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” — Carl Jung.

“He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.” — Leo Tolstoy.

“To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.” — David Viscott.

“I promise to take care of you when you are old, but the first time you hit me with your cane, I’ll wash your dentures in toilet water.” – Unknown.

“No engagement is worth anything unless it has been broken at least once.” — Dorothy Tutin.

“There are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship, which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.” — George Eliot.

“Each time you happen to me all over again.” – Edith Wharton

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” — Ernest Hemingway.

“Love is not blind—it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.” — Rabbi Julius Gordon.

“Without you, I’m nothing, with you I’m something, but together we are everything.” — Unknown.

“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” — Audrey Hepburn.

“I try to remember, as I hear about friends getting engaged, that it’s not about the ring and it’s not about the wedding. It’s a grave thing, getting married. And it’s easy to get swept up in the wrong things.” — Gwyneth Paltrow.

“I feel like this is the beginning, though I’ve loved you for a million years.” — Stevie Wonder.

“What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life—to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories!” – George Eliot

“A relationship is like a house when a light bulb burns out you do not go and buy a new house, but you fix the light bulb.” — Unknown.

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” — Antoine.

“My instinct is to keep my engagement ring. After all, I wouldn’t like to see it on the finger of a cheeky girl.” — Sian Lloyd.

“Engagement is the time when you have a clear view of how wonderful your coming life will be. So try to get the best vision of a great and wonderful future waiting for you.” — Unknown.

“Love doesn’t make the world go round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.” — Franklin P. Jones.

“If I had a single flower for every time, I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.” — Claudia Adrienne Grandi.

“All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you!” — Byron Caldwell Smith.

“For you see, each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.” — Rosemonde Gerard.

“I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald.

“You are my answered prayer because you are more than a giver in many aspects—a giver of Love, hope, and happiness. You are a great giver in your own peerless ways.” — Unknown.

“I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.” — Deanne Laura Gilbert.

Everyone has an addiction; mine just happens to be you.” — Unknown.

Use these beautiful Engagement quotes to write wonderful F.B. and Insta posts to announce the great news to the world.