#I'm not actually crazy and neither is his wife and neither are his kids

[runawaymarbles]

the eternal struggle between “don’t say something about someone’s family member that might come back to bite you if they reconcile or might make your friend look bad in divorce court” and “agreeing with a teenage friend that she’s 100% right, her father is an emotionally immature piece of shit who makes me want to commit violence, and is in fact the only person I’ve ever met who I feel genuine hatred for and i hope she spits in his drink while she has covid”

[aqueeracademic]

Gayest House Scenes:

Season 1:

Unfortunately, episodes 1-4 didn’t have quite the quality of gayness I was looking for. We begin at 5:

Season 1, Episode 5: “Damned if You Do”

W: Maybe I'll come to your place.

H: Your wife doesn’t mind being alone on Christmas?

W: I’m a doctor. She’s used to being alone.

H: …

W: I don’t wanna talk about it.

H: Neither do I.

Note: and then Wilson ACTUALLY FUCKING WENT TO HOUSE’S PLACE FOR CHRISTMAS. and House played the piano for him and they ate chinese food because neither of them celebrate christmas at all, actually; they just wanted to be together. They just wanted to be together during the season of love and family. I'm so sick. 

Season 1, Episode 6: “The Socratic Method”

Foreman: I thought he liked rationality.

Wilson: He likes puzzles.

H: You think I’m crazy. 

W: Well, yeah. But that’s not the problem.

Season 1, Episode 7: “Fidelity”

W: Oh. That’s what breasts look like.

H: You love everyone. That’s your pathology.

W: *watches House leave longingly”

Cameron: Did he just turn on the TV?

Wilson: He needs to think.

 

W: That’s all! I mean it. 

H: You always do. It’s part of your charm.

W: I love my wife. 

H: You love saying it.

 

Season 1, Episode 12: “Sports Medicine”

H: You thought I couldn’t handle this news?

W: …

H: You talk to her a lot?

W: No. It’s been a long time. Look, if you don’t want me to see her-

H: What is this, eighth grade? I’m fine.

W: It’s fine if you’re upset!

H: No! It’s- I have no right to be upset. You two are friends. You should see her.

Season 1, Episode 14: “Control”

W: Since when do I need the secret code to talk to you?

H: You value our friendship more than your ethical responsibilities?

W: Our friendship is an ethical responsibility.

Note: that asshole chairman figured out he couldn’t threaten House, so he threatened Wilson's job instead to keep House in line. I’m sick?

Season 1, Episode 17: “Role Model”

W: House, I believe you’re a Romantic.

Season 1, Episode 18: “Babes and Bathwater”

Note: Wilson didn’t vote House out. and the chairman was so offended he decided to fire Wilson instead. Wilson fr put his whole career on the line, knowingly, to make sure House could stay. I'm SO SICK.

 

W: I got sacked.

H: Did you make a pass at Cuddy? I told you, she only has thighs for me.

W: …I voted to keep you.

H: Is he gonna sack everyone who votes to keep me around?

W: Yes. Every one of us.

H: …Just you?

W: Yeah.

W: I have no kids. My marriage is all messed up. I only have two things that work for me: This job and this stupid, screwed up friendship. And neither mattered enough to you to give one lousy speech.

H: They matter. If I could do it all again…

W: You’d do the same thing.

H: Nice job protecting me! You saved my ass by sacking Wilson?

Note: House lets Wilson sit in his chair and doesn’t make him move. He makes everyone else move. He doesn’t make Wilson move.

 

Season 1, Episode 19: “Kids”

W: My advice is much more simple: stop being an ass. You always find some tiny little flaw to push people away.

H: Now it’s people? I thought we were talking about applicants.

W: You have a history of this.

Note: When Wilson tells house he’s “going to end up alone”, House just stares at him. i am WELL AWARE they were discussing women, but they were discussing why House always pushes women away. and then Wilson tells him he’s gonna be alone and House just stares at him???? like stares at him like he just said something both crazy and hurtful???? like he thought he would have Wilson in the end????

 

Season 1, Episode 20: “Love Hurts”

H: He peed on me. I’m not into that.

W: It’s apple juice! Now, go apologize.

Note: House immediately does what he’s told and finds the patient he yelled at.

 

W: I just want to make sure no one gets hurt.

Cameron: I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m going out with Jack the Ripper.

W: Oh, it’s not… it’s not you I’m worried about. It’s been a long time since he opened up to someone, and I… you better be absolutely sure that you want this, because if he opens up again and gets hurt… I don’t think there’s gonna be a next time.

C: You’re worried I’m gonna break his heart?

W: …

H: This is a mistake. I don’t know how to have a casual conversation.

*Wilson rolls eyes*

Note: Why the literal hell would Wilson be at House’s place helping him get ready? Helping him with his tie? i’m sick.

 

Note: “What I am is what you need. I’m damaged.” HELLLLOOOOOO????????? i’m gonna eat my hands

 

Season 1, Episode 21: “Three Stories”

Note: “I’m not busy. But I’m not sure I want him to live.” HELLO IM GONNA JUMP OUT THE WINDOW??????????

Season 1, Episode 22: “Honeymoon”

Note: “Some part of me hopes that he’ll die. I’m just not sure if it’s because I want to be with her, or if it’s because I want her to suffer.” HELLLLOOOOOOO????????? This line just sniped me from behind.

Note: Stacey and I actually have SO MUCH beef. She better watch her back.

Note: “I thought you were too screwed up to love anyone. I was wrong. You just couldn’t love me.” As wack as I think Cameron’s relationship with House is, this line killed me.

Note: The audacity of Stacey to tell House she’s still in love with him and always will be just to tell him she won’t be with him?? Like what is actually wrong with you. Let my boy catch a BREAK.

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Silent Treatment

This one was requested. Thank you everyone who has sent in requests

"I'm sick of it. All he does is come home and go to the office to work. I don't know when he last looked at me let alone touched me" I rant to Tommys siblings and aunt in the betting shop

"I'll have a word with him love" Polly says with sympathy

"No don't worry. I told him this morning that I wanted more attention from him and he said that I was being needy"

"Just walk around naked that will get his attention" John laughs. I roll my eyes at him

"YN he's a workaholic. Always has been" Ada points out

"I know. And I know this was all to help the family and me, but I'm lonely Ada. We haven't got kids yet... or if ever the way things are going"

"Don't be like that YN your not alone"

"There's a difference with being alone and feeling lonely Ada"

"Ok here's my advice" Arthur starts but Polly cuts him off

"I don't think your advice or your brothers advice would be any help here"

"He just needs a good fuck"

"Don't we both" I mumble "how can a man go months without sex? do you think he's seeing someone else?" I ask wide eyed

"He's crazy for you. No" Ada tells me

"But Lizzie is..."

"Lizzie isn't fucking Tommy" Micheal now speaks after being quiet this whole time

"And how do you know?" I ask

"Because I saw Lizzie down the cut with some bloke. She's been seeing him"

"I can't carry on like this" tears threaten to spill but as the door opens revealing Tommy, I hold them back and cross my arms

"What's going on in here aye" he says sounding annoyed

"Nothing love, just talking" Polly smiles at him

"YN ready to go home?" Tommy asks me

"Good luck" Ada gives me a slight smile

"Bye. Thanks for the chat" I wave to the Shelbys and walk out with Tommy leading me to his car.

During the car ride I stay quiet as Tommy is talking. When we arrive home I greet Mary and Francis then head up to mine and Tommys room.

"What's wrong with YN?" Tommy asks Francis

"Have you asked her Mr Shelby?"

"No, but if you know what's wrong your going to tell me" Francis sighs

"Mrs Shelby hasn't told anything, but I could take a guess"

"Well" Tommy asks getting inpatient

"I'm afraid your wife may be feeling a little lonely"

"What why? she's not alone"

"No, but have you noticed that recently you have been in your office more so?"

"Fuck" Tommy rubs his hands over his face "thank you Francis" Tommy leaves Francis to follow his wife upstairs where he finds her in their room taking off her makeup.

The bedroom door opens I look up through the vanity mirror to see Tommy, surprised he hasn't gone to his office. Looking back to myself I finish taking off my makeup

"Don't know why you wear that stuff. Don't bloody need it YN. Your beautiful" I ignore him "come on love talk to me" I once again ignore him and get up from my vanity and walk into the bathroom to run myself a bath. As I shut the door  behind me I hear him mutter 'shit'.

After running my bath and getting into it, I'm only on my own for a few minutes before Tommy walks in only wearing is trousers "I've been neglecting you haven't I" I sigh in response "I guess I deserve the silent treatment don't I" Tommy kneels beside the bathtub and takes a flannel rubbing it over my body. Neither of us speak, he's just there taking care of me.

Nothing sexual happens between us, this is his way of saying sorry, but I want to actually hear the words. So when we get ready for bed and lay next to one another Tommy pulls me into him "I'm sorry YN"

"I know, but we need boundaries with work. After a certain time I want you to stop working and relax with me"

"How does 6 o'clock sound aye? At 6 I'll leave the office. We can have tea together then do whatever you want to do" I nod my head agreeing to what he's saying "I love you YN"

"I love you too Tommy"

[stinkrascal]

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TRANSCRIPT

picture one breanna: we finally made it! no bears neither! lucien: that's good. glad y'all are having fun.

picture two lucien: sorry we couldn't make it. breanna: it's okay, i understand! poor bonnie probably don't wanna waddle around the woods.

picture three breanna: y'know, when i was pregnant with y'all, i don't think i left the house, not even once. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] mostly, you slept. breanna: no shit, huh? that sounds right.

picture four breanna: the kids are having fun though! ilya said he's disappointed he ain't seen no bears—he's so rascally! lucien: they're hibernating, this time of the year.

picture five breanna: really? you're just like your papa, lu, you know all kinds of things. maybe when the baby's here we can go to the beach! does bonnie like the beach?

picture six breanna: where's bonnie?! is she around? i wanna talk to her! bonnie: hi, mrs. brie. breanna: hi bonnie! i miss you! we all miss you! bonnie: t-thank you.

picture seven breanna: next time we go on vacation, i'm taking you with us! we can hang out, and i'll make vlad watch the baby, so don't even worry about that! vladislaus: volunteering my time again, are you, my dear? breanna: yes, but it's a good cause this time, promise! vladislaus: hmm.

picture eight breanna: so whatcha doing? bonnie: playing with the cats. breanna: aww, i'm jealous! lucien: don't be, they stink. y'all got any plans for tonight? breanna: i'm gonna drink so much beer! lucien: nice, ma.

picture nine bonnie: [ sighs ] now i'm jealous. breanna: don't be! it tastes like shit! you want a beer, vladdy? vladislaus: i am okay. breanna: aww, you sure? vladislaus: indeed. try not to become too inebriated, my love.

picture ten breanna: ha! me? no way! never! hey, bonnie, after you give birth, i'm gonna give you the biggest bottle of wine i got, promise! bonnie: thank you. that would be nice.

picture eleven breanna: hey, bonnie, do you smoke? after the baby's here, you wanna blow down? bonnie: no, ma'am, i don't smoke. lucien: could you please try not to drug my wife, ma?

picture twelve breanna: aww, don't say it like that! you make it sound so bad. lucien: uhuh. so, did gen, carlile, and nikolai come with y'all?

picture thirteen breanna: oh, nope, just the twins and ilya. annie and klaus brought some of their friends too! i like them, they're nice, especially that tall boy. vladislaus: the loud one needs to mind himself. breanna: who, vaughn? i think he's nice! vladislaus: he is a nuisance. breanna: all teenage boys are!

picture fourteen lucien: sounds like fun. y'all gonna cook tonight? vladislaus: I am cooking, yes. breanna: yeah! we got a buncha food for the weekend! y'all are all so pciky. dunno where you get it from! [ laughs ] vladislaus: indeed, i cannot imagine where our children have acquired such a trait, my love.

picture fifteen breanna: [ laughs harder ] i know! crazy, huh! i'm gonna go help your dad cook—actually, i might call nikolai. have you talked to him any? lucien: nope. breanna: he don't never pick up his phone! lucien: text him, he'll get back to you in three to five business days. breanna: ha! good one!

picture sixteen breanna: oh, you know what! i gotta text carlile back! i ain't never replied! lucien: sounds good, ma. breanna: okay, bye for real this time! love y'all! lucien: love you too. bye. [ hangs up ] god, she talks forever.

picture seventeen bonnie: i like your mom. she's nice. lucien: yeah, makes it impossible to hang up though. did you do anything fun today? bonnie: no. not really.

picture eighteen lucien: did you talk to your internet friends? bonnie: i don't talk to them anymore. lucien: why not? bonnie: [ shrugs ] lucien: there's a writing circle at the community college, you should go.

picture nineteen bonnie: ...i don't know. lucien: you'd have a lot of fun, i'm sure, and you could make some friends too.

picture twenty bonnie: ...maybe. lucien: yeah? bonnie: [ nods ] mmhmm.

picture twenty-one bonnie: i'm tired. i'm gonna take a nap. lucien: oh. okay. ...are you feeling alright? bonnie: mmhmm. lucien: okay... sleep well. bonnie: [ yawns ] thank you.

[themonotonysyndrome]

hey mono !! i just listened to desmond’s newest video and..WHEW.

the trauma that both castin and the baroness have are so high to the point that i’m CONVINCED that their child or children will inherent their trauma and might even distance themselves from their parents. the generational trauma that i sense coming from their family unit is crazy high..like couldn’t yall just go to therapy FIRST and THEN have a kid?

furthermore, i still sense hostility and, dare i say, racism coming from castin, which is surprising to hear bc iirc, in the previous episodes, he wasn’t THIS disgusted and horrified by the imperials. then again, his pregnant wife WAS just almost killed by who i assume to be lord carter, so i can’t blame him too much for reacting like that.

after listening to the whole first episode of the audio, i realized that one marriage with two big shot people coming from intacia and the empire won’t and can’t solve any of this. the hostility and hatred that the intacians and the imperials have is so deeply rooted in their individual cultures. this war is so much bigger than the marriage, and i believe that neither rhett nor the queen had actually thought of this before pairing them up together.

as much as i love the water ascendant listener, they essentially gave up their friend to a total stranger coming from the other warring nation, at first thinking that this singular marriage will just..fix everything. rhett and the queen have overworked the baroness to the bone while her husband is hundreds of kilometers away from her, just gathering trauma after trauma that will be passed onto their child/children.

tldr : the war between intacia and the empire is so much bigger than the baroness’ marriage and rhett + the queen are kind of dicks for just thinking that a marriage will fix everything

Neptune! I was thinking about you the moment the new video dropped! I have so many things that I wanted to discuss with you!

So I already explained my thoughts and feelings on Castin's Part 1 of Chapter 5 audio here: Ask, Ask, and here Ask.

after listening to the whole first episode of the audio, i realized that one marriage with two big shot people coming from intacia and the empire won’t and can’t solve any of this. the hostility and hatred that the intacians and the imperials have is so deeply rooted in their individual cultures. this war is so much bigger than the marriage, and i believe that neither rhett nor the queen had actually thought of this before pairing them up together.

This makes me wonder if Rhett and his Queen Ascendant have ever sat down and discussed the fallout that might come from marrying their besties to each other. I admit; something like this is hard to predict. Especially since Castin and the Baroness are key figures in the political world and every action that they take is heavily scrutinised and reflected back on their respective countries. It's one of the reasons why I was upset on the Baroness' behalf when Castin suggested she give her title to someone else. If she does that, she'll be a laughingstock forever! We've heard, read, and seen so many stories where a woman's identity is erased the moment she marries. She becomes a wife first rather than her own being. Then, she becomes a mother and not the woman that she was. It's all very disheartening and the fact that Castin doesn't realise that he's trying to do the same thing to the Baroness? It disappoints me.

Hang on, I'm gonna play that new Labour remix on full-blast and loudspeaker now dnjfkndskf

as much as i love the water ascendant listener, they essentially gave up their friend to a total stranger coming from the other warring nation, at first thinking that this singular marriage will just..fix everything. rhett and the queen have overworked the baroness to the bone while her husband is hundreds of kilometers away from her, just gathering trauma after trauma that will be passed onto their child/children.

I REALLY wanna know how the Queen Ascendant managed to get the Baroness to go along with her and Rhett's plans. I really, really do. Because I love my friends, but there are boundaries I still won't let them cross, and if they do? Instant ghosting. So it'll be nice if we can hear about that scene.

Also, 'the queen have overworked the baroness to the bone' - can we just talk more about this?

Being a leader of a noble household is already exhausting. Why does no one actually throw shades at the King and Queen for overworking the Baroness? Even if she's someone who likes keeping busy, her workload after her marriage is INSANE. It really is! Even strangers from Steelgate commented how the Baroness is THE busiest woman in the world!

Do Rhett and the Queen Ascendant have no shame? Now I really, REALLY, wanna know what they do in the daily. What do they do to push the peace they so wanted and preached.

Rhett's storyline needs to continue or not I'll probably write a confrontation fic about Celica and Queen Isolde, lol.

But despite all these... I REALLY ENJOYED THE TENSION AND DILEMMA THAT DESMOND HAS WRITTEN FOR THIS NEW CHAPTER. I WANNA KNOW HOW OUR FAV COUPLE WILL RESOLVE THIS NEW ISSUE. I WANNA KNOW IF CASTIN WILL GROW AS A PERSON OR CONTINUE TO KEEP HIS PREJUDICE AGAINST EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING COASTAL EMPIRE (with the unfair exception to his wife) TO THE BITTER END.

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"I. Uh. Might have developed a small crush on my brother's girlfriend.

Now, I dont really believe in love at first sight. But it was close enough.

She smiled at me once, twice, thrice, and then I realized I wanted to see that smile forever. It's just!! Everything felt better with her by my side, you know? Have you ever felt that?"

An image comes to his mind, but he can't recognize it. It quickly disappears.

"We were best friends. We shared makeup and talked all night and raised kids together, bestie stuff.

I always thought of me and my brother as equals, i mean, we are both dumb rich kids who love pretty girls and sweet popcorn

But I never understood his ambition. He had everything! A beautiful wife, lovely kids, money, time, fame. Some of us dont have even one of those things!

So why did he not care about them?

He just left Mari abandoned in their house everyday, he barely went to do his job as CEO, He just ran around doing whatever! Why couldn't he just see how good he has it? The people he was hurting? The responsibilities of a husband and father??

One day Mari came to me, barely speaking, saying he divorced her.

I uh, didn't take it very well.

In my defense, if you saw someone having everything you've ever wanted and just threw it away, wouldn't you be a little mad?

And I know it's selfish and envy is bad or whatever. But he was hurting people. People I love very much. Even himself, i think.

We fought a lot, i told him he was a stupid spoiled child, and he told me i'd never achieve anything even with our parents' money. Then I, uh, said that I was glad he had little youth left because it meant he was gonna die soon.

Yeah... uh... maybe bringing childhood trauma into the divorce thing wasn't a good plan.

And I only realized it later, when he made some crazy internet thing and he was getting detained by the police.

Mari was not coping well, me neither, honestly. We both realized the person we knew was actually just in our heads and that the real person is some cruel stranger. It was almost like grieving.

We fought over the smallest things. Nadia and Simon decided to move to their friend's house. I went back to mine as well, I couldn't take it.

Just like him, I left her all alone. It must run in the family."

"So, yeah, she's probably super mad at me. And doesn't want to be with me ever again"

Beebo tries really hard not to tell her how wrong she is about that

"Well, let's go look for her then! I'll speak on your behalf, so you two dont have to face each other, but the message goes across. Where do you think she is?"

"Um, she said something about her kids, right? They usually are in the observation tower, so she might be looking for them there?"

"Alright, let's go there"

"I'm back I'm back!"

"The Vivi has been secured"

"You literally just made me turn every single location tracking app i have"

"And now you are secured"

"Um, hello?"

"Oh! This is my friend ..."

"Uh. Um. Oh fuck I still dont remember his name. And I literally asked him out! Seems like I still get all stupid in the presence of handsome men. I'll just wait until someone else says it"

" ... from college!, and his friend, Vivi right?"

"Hey Ollie, where is the lady with the blue hair I left you with?"

"We are going to her! She might be in an observation tower, we think"

"Wait, are we all going?"

"Yes. You need your emotional support me, I need my emotional support him and he needs his emotional support her"

"I can take it"

"Wait! I still dont know what to say to her! How do I say that Im sorry? That I love her?"

"I have suggestions"

"So do I"

"Mine would be funnier though"

"...Im so fucked"

[feverdreamerofthestars]

hi guys. below is a list of my favourite snapcube quotes that i think are underrated because they make me laugh really hard

1. "have you ever actually interacted with a woman in your life, mephiles?"

"that doesn't matter."

2. "that just makes you a beta cuck."

3. "i'm being cursed by chip and dale currently right now"

4. "ahahaha your mom smelling like that must be an actual problem."

5. "alright so now we're gonna take my cocaine remix and put some of the chicken on there WHY ARE YOUR HANDS COVERED IN MILK."

"because i like it that way."

6. "agh... i just remembered a traumatising experience in my past. hang on, i have to stim and i'll feel better"

7. "they say all sorts of CRAZY things. like HAHOOAH. and. WHOAAAA"

8. "IF YOU SAY PLEASE STOP ONE MORE TIME, I'M GOING TO PISS MY OWN ASS"

9. "come kiss me boy"

10. "let me get a good smell of you little boy."

11. "shadow and sonic would have answered the call. they would have been here to kill me immediately."

12. "also perish."

"okay."

13. "those things look so sick it makes me wanna bark like a dog! HOUGH HOUGH HOUGH"

14. "what is 'happening'. how about that."

15. "wh- who just burped DURING MY ANSWER???"

16. "certainly you feel this horrible diminished existence too, jet. i can't be the only one who feels he is less than whole."

17. "was that that anus unnus guy??"

18. "if you throw that at me, i'm gonna flip my god damn lid. MMMMM MMMMM MMMMMM WHY'D YOU DO THAT MMMMMMM"

19. "i'm a talking plank of wood!"

"n... no. die."

20. "okay. i'm on youtube. you know this?"

21. "he's so irish. and great. to me."

"he's irish AND great?"

"i'm really stressed i don't know if you can tell"

22. "you wanna kiss? this is my gun."

23. "yeah i'm gonna get nasty on some. um. uh. uh women. um, look. i'm ju- i'm really scared right now, i'm misogynistic."

24. "are you ready to feel the wrath of god, kid?"

"hahAHAH, oh my GOD, YES!"

25. "DGH SHUT UP. i'm going to kill the next person i fucking see i swear to god"

26. "no no no okay. if you're gonna talk then you're gonna die."

27. "HOAUREAOUROUGH! i just got - sorry. a bee stung me"

28. "i should've known that was gonna leave when i said what it was. like when i called my wife a bitch and she left"

29. "my sin is about to be murdering you. get away from me"

30. "omega's become catholic!"

31. "listen to me. i am in no relationship, i am neither single nor taken. i am a gamer and i am in hell. do you understand me? i rule this land!"

32. "do you know how much of a fucking logistical issue it is when you DESTROY HELL? that's my HOUSE, dude!"

33. "okay. that was, like, awesome; not a sin. you did just waste military money, which is super funny"

[adventuretolkienlover]

Alchemy Bros HeadCannons Part 2!

I'm having too much fun with this so... Yeah! Have more headcannons!

Ulla is super protective of her kiddos and if you lay a finger on them, she will kick your butt. That being said, she hates Nigel bad mouthing Varian. She also takes extra good care of her kids and makes sure they all know how much she loves them.

My headcannon voice actor for Jacky is Shawn Mendes. I haven't come up with one for Belle yet.

Adira and Hector eventually come to stay with Quirin and his family.

At this point, the household is starting to look like a medieval sitcom. Four teens, an ex-knight and his alchemist wife, a crazy butt-kicking Aunt and Uncle, three dogs, a raccoon, a mouse, a donkey, two bearcats, and a RHINO. (CHALLENGE: What would the sitcom's name be? Comment below!)

Jacky, Hugo, and Belle had never had any really good home cooked food before, so when they tried Quirin and Ulla's they were hooked! Those parents can bake a pie!

Hugo was really intimidated by Quirin when they first met. Like, absolutely terrified! He was sure that he was going to hate him, but to his surprise, Quirin liked him just fine! Why? He reminded him of Hector. On that note...

Hugo LOVES his uncle Hector! And vice versa! The minute they met, Hugo was in awe! He especially admires his fashion sense. That guy can dress to impress!

At first Hector wasn't sure about Hugo, but after seeing what they have in common, he was like "This boy is mine now!" Now they do all sorts of stuff together!

Hector and Hugo once decided to have Uncle and Nephew day and it involved a bar fight, riding Hector's rhino into an establishment, and possibly an act of breaking and entering AND vandalism. Let's just say neither of them escaped a lecture from Quirin.

Adira and Hector taught Varian sword fighting! Soon Jacky and Hugo wanted to try! Belle of course already knows how. So she just watched and yelled out what they were doing wrong and how to do the moves correctly.

When it came the time for Hugo to learn how to work on the farm, things got hairy. He eventually got the hang of it. But not before he got chased clear across Old Corona by a VERY ANGRY chicken! Of course, it was his fault for trash talking it! At least that's what Varian says.

All the dads all hang out at The Cuddly Ducking and talk about dad stuff. Edmund, Lance, Quirin, Cap, and Eugene. Since by now, Rapunzel and Eugene have had their twins and he can officially be a part of the dad club.

Nuru and Yong visit Old Corona all the time to hang out with the siblings!

So do Varian's cousins, Aunt, and Uncle from the Earth Kingdom.

Ulla was horrified about what her boys went through while she was gone. Any good mother would be. She actually cried when she saw the scar over Hugo's eye and heard how he got it. It took her awhile to heal and she partially blamed herself for leaving in the first place. But Hugo and Varian made sure to show her that they were okay now. And that they didn't hold anything against her either.

A more light hearted headcannon! The whole family takes a trip to the Dark Kingdom every year to reconnect with Quirin and the Brotherhood's relatives!

That all I got for now! Hope you enjoyed these!

[starbeltconstellation]

Rewrite the Stars

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Modern Girl! OC

Warning: It gets a little spicy eventually, but not actually into smut, so be forewarned.

Summary:

"HOW CAN YOU WIN THE GAME IF YOU NEVER MAKE A MOVE?"

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What would you do, if you were given a chance to save millions of lives throughout a galaxy?

Would you do it? Could you even do it? Is such a feat even possible?

Or would you crumble and choke under the pressure?

Melanie Bains is about to find out, as she is sent to a galaxy FAR, FAR AWAY...

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Extended Summary:

Melanie Bains's life was far from extraordinary.

It was the epitome of average. She was one of the many millions of Americans throughout the country with an average paying job and an average pipe dream of being able to one day have a job doing what she loved.

Melanie was not really happy, but she was at least content with this. An average life truly wasn't that bad, all things considering.

But suddenly, life comes crashing down around her, and Melanie's mother is diagnosed with stage four lung cancer.

It is extraordinarily cruel of life and also predictably average of it as well, considering her mother will never be able to afford treatment.

All at once, Melanie is quitting her low paying paper pushing job and getting another at one of the only places near where she lives in California where she'll be able to make at least a fraction of what is needed to take care of her mother.

Months fly by, and suddenly it's two years later and Melanie has just enough money saved up for one round of chemotherapy for her mother.

The day before the chemotherapy is to begin, Melanie stops to buy a get well present for her mother at a strange little shop on the corner near the hospital.

This is where Melanie's life will become even more extraordinary than ever before.

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A/N:

So... hi. None of you probably know me, because I've barely posted before and I'm such an introvert. Anyways, this is my first Star Wars story. I'm open to constructive criticism, but just not insults if at all possible. The one thing I will say about this story is that it will be long. This is basically me wanting to do a fix-it fic, I suppose, so I'll be going through all the movies and the clone wars tv show. I might not go through every episode though. I'm going to try and only focus on the ones that will be the most relevant to the story and my oc's journey. We'll see.

Also, just a fair warning, this will be the SLOWEST slow burn to ever burn. I am not kidding.

In this fic, Anakin IS married to Padmé.

Gasp! But, Author! Then how will our lovely pairing come to fruition? Is the oc a home wrecker?

Nope. None of the sort. In fact, the oc could not care less about Anakin at the beginning, and neither could he. Their relationship will be a slow build as Melanie will try her best to help Anakin deal with the darkness she knows he carries before he loses his shit and 'ruins everything', in her words.

Padmé and Anakin's relationship will deteriorate on its own off to the side, while the oc is oblivious, off running around like crazy trying to keep people from dying, and Anakin slowly panics internally as he seems to slowly start losing control of his heart around the oc, because damnit this is not happening to him, he has a karking wife—kriff—kriff—

You get the idea.

While Padmé's and Anakin's relationship can be considered romantic, George Lucas wasn't exaggerating when he viewed them like a fairytale. With fairytale romances, you don't have to think about it too hard. Two people meet, they fall in love—BAM!—then married and happily ever after even though you've only known them for a week.

And there's nothing wrong with their relationship being more fairytale-like than like real life. This is literally a world of people who carry around high powered plasma light sticks and who have magic force powers. The whole thing literally is meant to be some kind of fairytale.

For me though, in this story, I'm going to try and explore and try and constructively criticize the nature of that relationship when viewed through the lens of real life. If you enjoy the ship, just know that I'm going to not bash it or Padmé. That would be lazy writing to me. Instead, I'm going to try and have the relationship come to a natural end, showing both parties that it never could have worked out. Only then will the Anakin x oc romance start.

Seriously, it'll be a while before anything happens with my main man Anakin. But if you stick around to wait for it, I think you'll find it worth it.

I'm excited for this story, because I've always loved Star Wars. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it!

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Prompt 3 from intimate asks with Santi ?? 🥺💕

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting 💖 As per usual, I ended up writing more than I intended to.

#3: whispering to each other

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x fem. reader

Warning: alcohol consumption (Santi and reader, bar setting), language.

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"Can I buy you a drink?" The voice that approached your ear sent chills down your spine, making your breath hitch on your throat. Raspy yet silky, this deep voice and the inviting scent that went with it were already giving you an invitation for a night that meant nothing but trouble.

"That's a confident way to approach someone at a bar." He was mere inches away from you, which made your voice match his in volume. A lopsided grin greeted you when the man stood by your side, meeting your heated face with his intrusive stare. "I don't take drinks from strangers, sorry."

"You've got to be kidding me," He replied amused. "What are you doing alone at a bar then, preciosa?" The sparkle in his eyes as he whispered in Spanish sent a wave of heat all over your body, his built frame approaching your body not helping at all.

"I'm waiting for someone." His eyes scanned your face with a confident smirk. The music was loud, making people scream around the two of you, yet his whole presence was almost demanding you to speak in a volume just for him to hear, not wanting the world to know about your conversation.

"Must be a jerk if they got you waiting for so long," It was impossible to escape his stare this time, his deep eyes looking straight into yours as his voice kept lulling you into him with murmurs. "Just one drink." He tried to convince you, taking one step closer and leaning against the bar. This man knew what he was doing, and he good at it too.

"No drinks from strangers." You repeated with a flirty smile.

"Santiago." His name slipped out of his lips like honey without breaking eye contact, and you couldn't wait to be screaming his name later that night.

"If you don't mind, Santiago, I'm waiting for my husband, actually." His eyes opened with surprise at your revelation, and even more so when this time you were the one who leaned into his space, your lips against his ear.

"Husband? What a lucky bastard." Santiago said under his breath.

"He did got lucky," You kissed his earlobe softly, hearing him chuckle beside you as his hand traveled to your waist. "But if you hurry with this, you might get lucky too."

"How long 'til he gets here?" He asked with a kiss against your neck, gaining back the confidence you were stealing from him from your purring words alone.

"Well Santi, if you don't mind a little sneaking around..." Butterflies erupted in your stomach when you kissed just underneath his ear, making his hand fly to your waist to grip it as he groaned into your neck. "...maybe we can get a few minutes to ourselves."

"Jesus fucking Christ! You are MARRIED for fuck's sake!" A loud, groaning voice interrupted you, approaching your table and slamming three beers on it, making both you and Santiago erupt in laughter with reddened cheeks.

"Ah, come on Fish, let me have some fun!" Santi snapped back. "I was about to get this one to come home with me." He nudged your shoulder, squeezing your side in the process.

"This is getting annoying, I'm not hanging out alone with you two anymore." With a big gulp of beer, Frankie swallowed away his bitternes as he looked towards the door in hopes the rest of your party would show up.

"And? Was I about to get lucky tonight?" Another hot whisper made its way to your ear along with a soft kiss. "Get the prettiest girl from the bar?" Santi kissed you again, lower this time, closer to the pulse beating against your neck that he knew drove you crazy.

"I don't know, my husband wouldn't like that." You purred back, curling into him as he kept kissing your neck.

"Neither would my wife." He replied with a smile, locking your lips together as you both giggled against each other at your cheesy jokes. If being married to Santi meant being hit on by him at every bar you went to, you wouldn't take it any other way.

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I mentioned Paul's strong resistance to being recognized as effeminate man or gay (here). Although he can hang out with gay guys, wear rainbow flag in public [yeah I definitely need to write that again in case someone didn't see it], being considered gay or "cute" is beyond endurance. I know someone love to interpret this as "don't want to his sexuality being mislabeled", which indeed looks sensible when it comes to the homosexuality, but this excuse can't be applied to the "cute" thing, right? You can't say being cute or feminine is the same thing as being gay, can you? Well, I can hear Paul's every single cell screaming O!M!G! Feminine! all the time. He doesn't want himself have anything to do with feminine, which, unfortunately can not be simply regarded as personal preference, it's indeed a despising of femininity, and femininity? Of course it's about female. Yes, "phallicism", the worship of masculine are still popular in today's society, but it doesn't mean it's right. I have to say Paul's thought is the product of this society, not to mention that he is an old man who grow up in a working-class family six decades ago, we can't demand him that much. His attitude towards women is the same thing.

PAUL: We were more amazed to see the [Japanese] women leaping up out of the seats for the promoter, because we'd never seen that in the West. The subservience of the women was amazing. They'd say, 'Oh God, I'm sorry - was I in your seat?' I remember us getting back to Britain and saying to our wives and girlfriends, 'I wouldn't want you to do that, but maybe it's a direction worth considering?' Promptly rejected.

— The Beatles Anthology

Although Paul seems to know that it's pretty cool for a woman to pursue her own career, like admitting Jane was famous before he was, allowing Linda to write a cookbook or have a photography exhibition, the androcentrism is too ingrained for him to forsake. He acknowledged Jane's achievements but still wanted her to give up work completely:

'I always wanted to beat Jane down,' says Paul. 'I wanted her to give up work completely.'

'I refused. I've been brought up to be always doing something. And I enjoy acting. I didn't want to give that up.'

— Hunter Davies, The Beatles

He allowed Linda to do her own thing, but they are not entirely hers - all those projects are belong to MPL, and do not forget Paul said this after Linda's death:

She never did anything on her own because we were together so much. 

— Paul McCartney, interview w/ Chrissie Henderson for USA Week-end: Tears and laughter. (October 30, 1998)

That's so sweet to see Paul would support his wife any time, but on the other hand it also shows that Linda never get the chance to do something entirely on her own without Paul's interference after she got married. No wonder so many people from inner circle [including Linda, yeah] described Paul as "typical Northerner":

Linda confided that Paul was a ‘typical Northerner’ who believed women should stay at home while men worked.

— Bonnie Estridge, The Mail on Sunday. (March 20th, 2005)

Paul was raised the old-fashioned way. Men were the breadwinners; women stayed at home, had babies and tea on the table. He's still an old-fashioned guy, very careful with money.

— Ruth McCartney

Like the other Beatles, he [Paul] was essentially an old fashioned Liverpool man, who wanted his woman tucked away at home cooking the dinner and minding the kids.

— Cynthia Lennon, John

Jane was a serious actress and wanted to continue her career, but Paul had other ideas. That’s why Linda was so perfect for Paul; she was just what he wanted, an old-fashioned Liverpool wife who was completely devoted to her husband.

— Marianne Faithfull, Memories, Dreams and Reflections

I'd say Paul was not that old-fashioned, at least he allowed his wife to do other things besides being a full-time nanny, but everything she does must cater his needs. As Jane once mentioned, he always wants his girl to adore him like fans:

The trouble is, he wants the fans’ adulation and mine too. He’s so selfish; it’s his biggest fault. He can’t see that my feelings for him are real and that the fans’ are fantasy.

— Jane Asher, Love Me Do! The Beatles’ Progress by Michael Braun

I know some of the fans can't wait to jump up now and shout "Paul and Jane didn't have a mature relationship!" "He's much mature after he meet Linda!" "Paul and Linda had a very very very healthy relationship!" Ok, if you really did some research, you may know that he's never mature enough to know how to fully respect women, at least before the end of divorce with Heather Mills. I have seen the theory appears too many times that Paul and Linda's marriage is the result of careful consideration: Linda came along with a ready-made child and she's ready to marry again - well, I regret to tell you both Paul and Linda wouldn't agree with you.

I was a great disappointment to my family When I got married [to a geologist] and moved to Arizona, it was crazy. I had been pressured by men all my life. I rather liked being on my own, making my own decisions. I had actually sworn to myself that I would never get married again.

— Linda McCartney, interview for Playgirl: An intimate conversation with pop’s preeminent pair. (February, 1985)

As she says, she's quite enjoy her freedom and had absolutely no interest in marriage. What did Paul do? He "twisted her arm" to make her agree.

I persuaded Linda to come to London for a visit. Then I rang Heather in New York and said, ‘Heather, will you marry me?’ She was five. ‘No, don’t be silly,’ she said. ‘I’m too young.’ ‘Well, I can wait,’ I said. So we went to New York and brought her back to London to live with us, and I twisted Linda’s arm and finally she agreed to marry me.

— Paul McCartney, interview for Playgirl: An intimate conversation with pop’s preeminent pair. (February, 1985)

Linda also said neither of them knew what they were doing when they got married:

LINDA: 'So instead of getting an agent I met Paul instead and got married. Or I was going through a transition then and didn't know quite what I was doing and he obviously didn't know quite what he was doing so we ended up marrying instead.'

— Paul McCartney: Many Years From Now

Again, I'm not saying Paul and Linda never loved each other or their marriage was completely made up for media, but I don't think his marriage with Linda enabled him to prioritize other's feelings [his status as one of the four head monsters doesn't help]. Linda's overmuch unilateral compromises certainty don't make him look mature. Let alone his excessive dependence on her.

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Reply to all these who think feminize Paul/men is a bad thing:

You love to say that Paul doesn't want the cute title because people used to mock him by that. I understand it. But do you ever think about why being feminine is not taking him seriously? Do you ever think about this is the discrimination about femininity from the whole society? Why does a man must be despised when he has anything to do with femininity? And Paul's approach is denying his femininity, which is the same with those who mock it, like - a man being feminine is a shame because it means he can't be "respected" like other men. It's the recognition of this concept, which is outdated if you think about it.

P.S. Someone who reblogged my post doesn't seem to like the sentence "there must be many sweet moments between Paul and Linda". Ok, I delete it then.

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The one where Harry & Model Y/N do a interview together.

NOT MY GIF

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N do their first ever interview together on the Late Late Show with James Corden and they play "Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts".

word count: 2.12K

I loved this concept SO much!!! And I really hope you guys like it too. Thank you anon for requesting this😍😍😍

The Late Late Show with James Corden producers called you and Harry trying to book you both to be on the show and to an interview together. You have to admit it that you got nervous; of course you had been through tons of interviews before but to do a double interview with Harry is a whole new level. You both are really private about your relationship and it's kinda rare to actually see one of you talking details of it, and it also had something to do about the larries fans. You were really concerned about them, you never want to disrespect them or even upset them in some way, even though some of them made fun of your relationship, they're still Harry's fans and you respect all of his fans without exception. But anyway, after a lot of talking between your management and between both of you too, you agreed to go and also felt a lot more comfortable because it was going to be with James, that was already friends of you guys.

It was set up that you both will be playing a game in the show called ''Spill your guts or fill your guts'', which actually worried you a little because of the hard questions but besides that, you were really calm, Harry made you calm. He was so great at calming you, I think it's the fact that those past 2 years you both had been through ups and downs and you got quite great at calming each other. And by the way, your man looked SO nice! You were kinda matching actually, as you both were wearing grey. You were in a grey suit and Harry had a grey sweater on looking stunning.

James called both of you on stage and you entered smiling and waving to the crowd as yoi walked towards James's direction. Harry gave him a big hug and you followed by hugging James as well. You both sat in the couch besides James's desk as the crowd got more silenced.

— It's so great to have you here! — James said to you both as he sat down on his chair — Honestly, I really thought you wouldn't accept!

— Oh, Y/N didn't want to! — Harry said quickly making you give him a slightly slap on his arm — Sorry, we had to discuss it! — Harry corrected himself making the crowd and James laugh.

— I never said I didn't want to! I said WE HAD to discuss it! — You corrected him making an emphasis on the ''we had''.

— Alright that's acceptable! Anyway — James looked at the papers on his hand and then back at you — How are you guys doing? I feel like I haven't seen you both in months because you always disappear!

— We've been good! — Harry said while playing with his rings in his hand. You crossed your legs as James stared at you. You couldn't help but start laughing a little because he was fixedly looking at you at that made you a little nervous!

— Yeah, we're pretty good! It's been a nice year! — You answered honestly — And we don't disappear! We just... I mean, I feel like there are times when we actually kinda get away from the world a bit. I truly don't know why. We just focus on spending some quality time together as a couple because we both work so much and we spend a lot of time traveling so it's something really important to keep the relationship stable. And we do it specially in the begging of the year, because that's when we celebrate our anniversary, so I guess it's just a habit that we have to disconnect and enjoy our time together so we can just focus on us and what we expect from the relationship on the following year. And it's the best time to do it because the holidays just happened and he have a little no work time to really be just us.

— Oh right! And how long have you been together by the way? — James asked, he actually knew the answer of that because you're all pretty great friends and you and Harry actually hangs out a lot with James and his wife.

— It's been two years now! — You answered.

— Yeah, it's been a bit now! — Harry completed.

— Oh so, you both weren't dating on the VS Show 2017? Because there were a lot of rumors by the end of the show! — James asked.

— We were not! We actually met at the VS, we took a long time to actually start dating, we started dating in early january 2018, I guess — Harry answered as he slided his hand on his perfectly styled hair.

— Oh, I see... And do you guys plan the future? — James asked making you and Harry exchange looks while smiling at each other — Oh, I like that look... Marriage? Kids? We ALL want to know!

— I mean... yeah! It's almost impossible to be this long in a relationship and not plan it! — Harry said — And I feel like we enjoy a lot of the time we spent together, it's been quite a journey and it's nice to have someone that you really care about and you want to have a future with by your side at some of the most important moments of your life, but I think we both agree that we still have a lot of things to experience before taking this step, you know, the marriage step. But yeah, I can't wait for a time when this is going to be a thing for us! I'd marry her in a heart beat and she knows it! — Harry said. He looked focused while talking but as soon as he felt your gaze towards him, he blushed and started smiling like a little boy who just got his favorite candy.

— So, you won't pop the question anytime soon? — James asked teasing Harry about his reaction over your gaze. As James were close friends with you guys, he knew how much you loved each other and actually everyone could see how Harry kisses the floor you walk by. He is head over heels for you and he melted anytime your hand touched him and anytime you smiled or even looked at him. Everyone who was close to you guys would know that you're the one for him and he's the one for him.

— I mean... — Harry had a cheeky smile on his lips — Who knows.. The year is just starting, 2020 it's a new year!

— And what's your thoughts on that, Y/N? — James asked looking at your blushed and smiley face.

— I agree with whatever he said! I was actually too distracted admiring his beauty to hear what he said. — You joked making Harry blush even more. You were head over heels about his man and this man only, totally in love with him.

— Alright so, on the next block we'll "Spill your guts or fill your guts'' where you'll see Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N answering the most crazy questions! We'll be right back! — James said to the camera that stopped filming immediately. You both stand up and walked with James to the other spot in the stage where the game was set up. It was a big rounded table with some of the most disgusting things you've ever saw and smelled. Apparently James wasn't going to play with both of you, but you could also see there was bull penis, cod sperm, chocolate cockroaches, hot sauce, 1.000 year old eggnod and banana smoothie in the table. But anyway, you just chatted with Harry and James until it was time to start shooting again.

— So, we're back, and we're about to start playing ''Spill your guts or fill your guts''. — Harry said as the camera started filming again — And apparently, I'm going to host this part, unless you want to? — Harry asked looking at you across the table.

— No, you can do it! — You answered as you sat straight in the chair looking at the things in the table — I'm nervous I've never done this before.

— Oh yeah, you've never done it! Well that's exciting! — Harry said before letting a small evil laugh leave his lips making you laugh as well and roll your eyes — Ladies first! — Harry said and you took a deep breath before taking a paper card in your hands. — So what am I eating? — Harry said as you both looked to the table.

— I guess...hum.. you can stay with the hot sauce! — You said cheeky smiling at him spinning the table to put the hot sauce in front of him.

— You know how much I hate hot sauce! — Harry said frustated while looking at the sauce.

— I know! — You said right before you whispered a low ''oh god'' before reading the paper — I love this! — You said laughing a little — Alright, Harry explain to the world the meaning of ''Watermelon Sugar'' — You said laughing as you watched Harry's face goes red when he listens to what you asked.

— Well... — He took a deep breath before laughing a little. He's face went completly red as he thought of explaining it — I guess it's about, hum.. Giving pleasure...to your significant other...hm.. by eating a watermelon! — He said pausing a little containing his laugh. Of course everyone knew the real meaning of Watermelon Sugar but neither of you had ever actually defined it with the exact words about the meaning.

— Alright! That was good!...Very convincing! — You looked at him with a slightly mocking expression as you saw Harry trying to decide on what he's gonna make you try.

— Let's go with the banana smoothie! — Harry said with a huge malicious smile on his lips.

— No fucking way! — You said immediately. Harry knew how much you hated banana, actually you'd rather die than eating a banana, so he just laughs — Harry...

— It's a game! You gave me the hot sauce, I'll give you the banana smoothie! — He said and you tried your best to do your pity face, even with the doggy eyes basically begging for him to chose everything else except the banana smoothie. — Alright, alright — Harry sighed making you smile as he now changed the banana smoothie to the bull penis. It was bad, but way better than banana. Harry got a paper card and laughed a little when he read what was written — You're one of the most notable supermodels on your generation and also are friends with some of the greatest models from your time. Rate Kendall, Gigi and Bella to best to the worst catwalks.

— Oh god! — You covered your face with your hands making Harry laughs out loud. You looked at the bull penis quietly and then at Harry again — I feel like I could answer, right?

— I feel like I could answer! — Harry completed putting an emphasis on the ''I could'' making you laugh and then slide your right hand through your hair.

— We've talked about this before, I know, but it was a healthy gossip between a couple... — You said staring at Harry's face thinking — I'd say... — You started but then stopped as the crowd cheered a bit.

— Just eat the penis! — Harry says quickly after letting out a long breath and making you laugh a little by the controversing of the words of your easily jealous boyfriend.

— If I might say, I'm very surprised you're asking me to eat another penis! — You answered quickly seeing Harry's eyes widen at you as he had a big smile on his face.

— I mean, it's just bull penis! — He said and you just agreed looking at the penis again — I mean, I could help you answer this.. Blink twice if the worst one is...

— I'M EATING THE PENIS! — You shouted getting one of them in your hand and just throwing it in your mouth chewing it slowing with a very ugly face because you knew Harry would actually say it, he can be the next gossip girl. — This is disgusting! This is probably the worst thing I've ever putted on my mouth.

— That's funny I thought you liked a penis in your mouth! — Harry said lowly making you literally choke and spit the bull penis in the small bucket you had in your hand and then drinking water as you tried to contain your laugh — But I mean, how much horrible things have you ever put on your mouth, right?

— That's not the point! Focus on the game! — You said as you looked through the rest of the things in the table — As I ate the penis, I'll give you the cod sperm so we can match later. — You said positioning the cod sperm in front of him — Actually, how did they got the sperm out of the cod? — You asked and Harry laugh looking at it as he said he had no idea. You picked another paper card and let out a loud laugh — I LOVE this game! Between Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn, rank their solo careers to best to... — You laugh at the exact moment Harry covered his forehead with his head. He got the napkin beside him and wrapped it around his neck, then he got the fork with the cod sperm and stared at it quietly.

— Just put it in your mouth and swallow. Don't look at it! — You said innocently making the crowd laugh and Harry to look at you with a mocking expression while trying to contain his smile.

— Right, because ''don't look at it, just swallow'' fixes everything. What are you gonna tell me now? Should I spit or should I swallow? — Harry joked making you laugh realizing what you actually said.

— I mean, I'd swallow it! — You said joking back while holding back your laugh. Even though you were actually shy, you and Harry were used to always making sexual jokes so it was normal to you, and very funny too as you'd do it all the time. But Harry did as you said and threw it in his mouth, but he spit on the bucket beside him. It was your time again and he chose the chocolate Cockroaches and read the last question.

— Who is the most surprising celeb to ever slide into your DMs? — Harry asked making you smile thinking if you should tell it or not even though you knew exactly who it was and so did Harry. You'd always tell each other when someone flirted with you because this helped a lot to deal with all the being extremaly jealous story — WHO IS HE? — Harry joked making you let out a laugh.

— I mean.. I'd say you, for sure! I was really surprised! — You said making him smile because even though he knew you were very excited when he answered your DM, he was definetly not the most surprising celeb to slide into your DMS but he accepted the answer either way.

— Alright, this was fun! — Harry said finishing the game and then the camera came back to James and the new guest of the show.

You and Harry left the studio of The Late Late Show in NYC and grabbed dinner at a french restaurant in the city exactly like you both said you'd do in the end of the night. In the restaurant, you basically talked about the game and how fun it was to do this together and how much you loved going through new experiences together and how much you wanted to see what the future will bring to both of you, because even though the future was uncertain, you both had 100% of certain you wanted to spend it together.

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Amoreena | chapter thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluff like unbelievably fluffy!

word count: 6.1

here's the playlist for the fic, the last song in the playlist if looped will lead right into Amoreena at the beginning and it works pretty well timing-wise if you like to listen while you read !!

from the beginning <3

All their bags were packed by Friday morning, Y/N and Amoreena waking up extra early with excitement for the weekend ahead of them, and they didn’t even know what was going to happen yet.

Y/N made sure everything was packed and ready for a 3rd time on Saturday morning, right before they left on the trip; making sure they had sunscreen and aloe vera, all her medicine and ginger ale by the pack for her random bouts of morning sickness that lasted all, day, long... And their dresses and his suit hanging behind the driver's seat, beside Amoreena, they all piled into Y/N’s car and took off down the road on their adventure.

Amoreena was awake for the first half of the 9-hour trip, singing like crazy as they drove through Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York, it was so amazing she couldn’t stop cheering the whole time. It was more than she’s ever seen before, even though they lived so close to New York, she’s never been through it before.

Once they arrived in Rhode Island, Spencer pulled over at the closest gas station to make sure the girls were all prepared and ready for the big surprise he had for them. They filled the car, used the restroom and bought some lemonade before getting back into the car, he turned in the driver's seat to see Amoreena and Y/N better, looking at their wide eyes memorizing the calmness in their faces before he told them.

He didn’t want them to freak out too much, he was worried about Y/N’s blood pressure and how loud she might scream and any stress that a situation like this could put on her body. He’s seen how people react to Taylor Swift, he just didn’t know how they would.

“Now, I'm only telling you so you don't freak out," he repeated the same worry she had when she broke the news of the baby, "I didn’t have to rent a place on the water because my friend lives up here, so we’re going to stay in her guest house,” he explained it simply.

“Rossi's wife?” Y/N asked, confused about who it could be and if she knew this woman yet.

“No, actually I think you might know her, her name is Taylor?”

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, “no, nope, there's no way you did this, Spencer Walter Reid I am not kidding I’m going to pass away if I see her.” She's holding both her hands in fists as she tries to stay calm, closing her eyes quickly before letting out a deep sigh.

“Taylor who?” Amoreena yells, undoing her seatbelt and standing between their seats, she almost jumps into his lap as she leans over and grabs a fistful of his shirt, “Taylor WHO?”

“Go get in your seat and I’ll show you,” he teases, watching her follow orders and get back in the seat as quickly as possible, shouting at him to drive the second he hears the seatbelt click again.

Y/N is completely speechless for the next 20 minutes of the drive, eyes wide and a hand on her stomach as she stares out the front window. She’s like a statue, not able to hear anything Amoreena is saying but that doesn't stop her from going on and on with her stories.

“Mom!” She’s finally able to break her out of the haze, “pass me your phone!”

“Yeah,” she doesn’t even question it, handing her the phone back to the antsy 7-year-old so she could continue her internal panic.

They see her house on the hill as they approach, “holy shit,” Y/N whispers as Amoreena turns on the last great American dynasty, knowing exactly where they were going.

Taylor asked for his licence plate number and car model when they were emailing, letting her gate guy know to let Spencer right in so he could keep it a secret. But they knew the house, there was no point in not telling them. Y/N looked a little relieved that he gave her the time to freak out alone and not as soon as they crested the hill.

Her driveway felt never-ending as they got closer and closer, Amoreena was still in disbelief as she squealed in the back seat, hands flailing as she tried to calm the excitement inside her body with her favourite stim.

Then Taylor walked out into the front yard and Y/N was a mess. Crying as she waved her hand in front of her face, not wanting to be a mess in front of Taylor fucking Swift, “I told you nothing crazy! How did you do this?”

“Yes, but I said 'define crazy’ and you didn’t,” he reminds her with a cheeky smile.

She shoves him, “I didn’t think you could do this?!”

Once they’re parked the door automatically unlocked, and as much as spencer hated that non-safety feature, he's glad Amoreena can get out quickly before she's screaming bloody murder. Amoreena is out the door and in Taylor’s arms faster than they’ve ever seen her move, she should be a track star. It almost knocks Taylor to the ground as she takes her in, holding the sweet little girl against her chest with the biggest smile on her face. Amoreena snuggles right into her, with a hand on her cheek and her other arm wrapped behind her neck. She couldn't be any closer to her, it was like she was her favourite relative who she hasn't seen in a while.

Amoreena is talking her ear off already by the time Spencer’s helping Y/N out of the car and walking her to Taylor, she’s holding his hand like she’s going to pass out or something, “and this is my mom Y/N and my dad Spencer but somehow you know him already,” Amoreena introduces her.

“Hi, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer's told me a lot about you.” Taylor’s sweet voice saying her name alone makes her stutter out a bunch of nonsense, not to mention the fact Spencer's been talking to Taylor fucking Swift about her.

Amoreena moves out of the way for Taylor to wrap her up in a hug, and Y/N cries harder than he’s ever seen on her shoulder, “thank you,” is all she can say, it’s frightening to Amoreena at first to see her mom cry like that but she knows her mom just loves Taylor like family.

What she doesn’t know is just how much Taylor saved her life. If she didn’t have someone to listen to, someone to take the pain and replace it with hope, she wouldn’t be here and by default neither would Amoreena. Spencer owed everything to Taylor swift at this point, she was a blessing in his life that he took for granted. Not realizing until that moment just how much she meant to him as well now.

“Sorry,” Y/N finally says as she pulls off her, “I’m pregnant, I can’t help it.”

Taylor’s hands fly right to her stomach, “holy crap, you never told me that she’s pregnant in your emails, oh my god!” She’s genuinely so happy for them, “how far along are you?”

“6 weeks on Sunday,” she smiles, feeling like herself again even though it’s incredibly strange to be telling Taylor before her parents even knew. “No one really knows, it’s all very new but when you know, you know… y’know?”

For a woman with an English language degree, she sure knew how to make a sentence, all of them laughing at the words she chose, but they understood.

“We should have used paper rings!” Amoreena yells, holding her hand over her eyes in disbelief as she shares her head with a sigh, she couldn’t believe she forgot that song existed.

It made Taylor laugh, scooping the little one up in her arms and starting the walk inside.

“Well come on in, I’ve got a big lunch spread ready for us and then we can go to the beach for the ceremony whenever you want this weekend, does that sound good?” Taylor is beyond excited to make new friends, much like Amoreena, they got along famously.

“Where are the cats? Do they live here or in LA or Nashville?” Amoreena changed the topic in the form of a yes and proving just how much she knew about Taylor.

“They’re here, Olivia and Benjamin will probably find us soon, Meredith isn’t very open to new friends now that she’s an old lady,” Taylor explained as she set Amoreena down in the entryway, bending down to be at her level and pointing off into the living room, “oh, see, there one is!”

Amoreena saw one of them laying on the floor under a sunny spot, running to it and petting it gently, “hi Benjamin, I loved you in the ME video,” she whispers as she pets him, making Taylor swoon.

“She’s amazing,” Taylor swooned, “I can’t wait to have one.”

“You should!” Y/N agreed, reaching to take Taylor's hand on impulse, and Taylor held it back with a smile, “oh that would be so wonderful, I can just imagine the beautiful stories you’ll create when you discover what it’s like to love someone how your mom loves you.”

Taylor’s smile was priceless, "that's the best way to think about it," she beamed at Y/N the way Spencer did, she had that effect on people. They followed her into the dining room, taking a seat near each other and digging into all the food Taylor made for them.

“Ah,” Amoreena said as she finally joined them, sitting on her knees on Taylors nice antique chairs. “Shark coochie,” she whispers the words to herself, not able to stop her mind from repeating it, but still not wanting Taylor to hear it in case it was inappropriate. She was incredibly well-mannered for someone who had a hard time reading social queues.

“It’s a hard word to say,” Taylor agreed, making her feel less awkward. Spencer may have told her about her autism in advance, wanting his little girl to be respected by everyone she met, for who she truly was, “my mom called it a coochie spread once, actually, she's going to be over tomorrow for father's day.”

"Yes! Oh, I love Andrea," Amoreena laughed at how cool this day was, smiling at Taylor the way she smiled at him that first morning at breakfast like she just found yet another person to love. “You’re so wonderful, Taylor.”

“Oh, thank you, you're pretty enchanting yourself,” she smiles, “I take it you’ve known about me for your whole life?”

“Yep,” she smiled, reaching for a chocolate-covered strawberry and taking a huge bite, covering her mouth before she continued, “I was born a month after Red came out, November thirteenth, it really is a lucky number now, mom says so at least.”

“It is!” Taylor agreed with a smile, “I have some markers, do you want to wear matching 13’s today?”

“Mom, can I colour on my hand?” She turns so fast Spencer thinks she’ll get whiplash.

“Yeah, go for it!” She agrees, spreading cream cheese on a croissant and layering tomatoes on top, definitely pregnant.

So Taylor gets a marker and both their left hands now have matching numbers. Amoreena asks to take a million photos, eventually just taking Y/N’s phone from her, permanently, to take photos of all her favourite things around the house.

She runs off with the cats at a certain point, giving Y/N a chance to thank Taylor without tiny ears listening in. “Can I get really emotional and tell you how much you mean to me or is that too weird for our first chat?”

“Not weird at all, knowing you’ve used my music to raise that beautiful child makes me love you just as much, I’d love to hear why you picked me, of all musicians, to show her how to love,” Taylor replies, as regal and kindly as humanly possible.

“My first fiancé, Stephen, he was actually like an angel and our first kiss was quite literally in the rain, but he passed away in 2010,” she explained it with a smile so Taylor knew it wasn’t a touchy subject anymore, “I bonded with Fearless in a way I can’t even describe to you, it’s my life, he was my superstar, and white horse, I mean come on, I can’t tell you how many times I cried to that after he died but it helped me not feel alone. I wouldn’t be who I am without Fearless, and then Speak Now was there for me when I needed a good cry, Last Kiss really broke me but it wasn’t until Lover came out that I realized I could find someone again, and it’s always just like you released things as I needed them like you were helping me through all the bad things,” she’s never even told Spencer all this, it was special to him that he got to give her this moment.

“When you re-released it with the vault songs, I met Spencer literally a month later. I cried my eyes out to you all over me, but That’s When makes me think of Spencer and now the whole album has a new memory in my heart that’s better. It's just like why you re-released it, to replace the bad things that happened that took all the happiness out of something you cared so much about." Y/N took a second to breathe, shaky as she got to the end of her rant that she seemed to have prepared in the 20 minutes before she had to talk to her.

"I love you, honestly. You’re my best friend and you didn’t even know me then, but you’ve held my hand through it all, so thank you,” she cried a little, holding her belly with one hand as she tried to hold the tears in.

Taylor was out of her chair and in Y/N’s arms within seconds, crying into her arms as she held her. She rubbed Y/N’s back as she cried too, “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad I could be there.”

“Do you want to be this baby's godmother?” She asks on impulse without even asking Spencer if he’s okay with it, he was, it made him laugh.

“Eleonora Taylor Reid,” Spencer says from across the table, making them both turn to him with wide eyes.

“Yes,” Y/N agrees fast, “that's the name if it’s a girl, if it’s a boy he can be Taylor as well?”

“Holy shit,” Taylor smiled wide, “yes, I want to come to visit the farm and buy them baby gifts and throw you a baby shower! I inadvertently helped make them so it’s only fair.”

“Hopefully she gets your voice too, Y/N,” Spencer adds and Y/N shoots him a panicked glance, “it’s the Taylor legacy to be a good singer.”

“You can sing?” The question Y/N feared coming past Taylor's lovely vocal cords, almost on queue.

Y/N can't help but glare at spencer, he had too many tricks up his sleeve and she was at her limit.

“Yes,” Y/N finally answers, “I was going to go to theatre school, but I switched to become a Librarian, I’m not good with crowds or competition and that's basically what the industry depends on. I like the quiet, telling stories on paper is just as easy as singing it to a crowd.”

“That's fair,” Taylor agreed, “would you and Amoreena like to sing some song with me? I have my guitar or the piano? I’m not used to having new friends over without sharing at least 1 song with them. I’m sure you’ve seen my listening parties?” She was really trying to convince her to sing, Spencer knew why and what she had planned.

Amoreena came running in then, “I can play piano too, can we do the long live new year's day from the tour movie?” She rests her hands on Taylor's arm, looking up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, come on,” she says taking Amoreena’s hand and rushing into the piano room. “Here, we’ll record it too,” she offered, setting her phone up on the music stand to capture the moment forever.

They sat side by side on the bench, Amoreena showing her how she could play the opening perfectly and surprising Spencer. He knew they had a piano at home, he’s just never seen her play it before.

“She has perfect pitch,” Y/N bragged, “she can play a song after hearing it once.”

“Really?” Spencer had no idea, unbelievably proud of her as he listened to her play.

She’s quietly playing the intro to Long Live as Taylor watches, joining in with the harmony of New Year's Day, “this one reminds me of my mom and dad.”

“Does it?” Taylor coo’s, smiling at her softly as Y/N tries not to cry beside Spencer.

“They’re the knight and the princess of our kingdom,” she explained before the two of them started singing the words together, like they always have, only Taylor was beside her and not just on the TV.

“I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind, the time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in the stands went wild,” Amoreena’s tiny voice lead-in, fearlessly as she played away.

“We were the Kings and the Queens, and they read off our names, the night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same... You held your head like a hero, on a history book page... It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age,” Spencer couldn’t help but cry as she sang with Taylor.

This was on the concert movie, he showed her after school, this song came on and she was silent, listening to the words as she stared at him and then back at the TV. Her mind was connecting little dots, making a story about her mom and dad being the king and the queen, it all made sense now.

“Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, I was screaming long live, all the magic we made and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid,

Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you, I was screaming long live, that look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, one day, we will be remembered,”

Their fingers moved in sync on the keys as they harmonized almost perfectly, she wasn’t kidding about Amoreena having perfect pitch. She knew all the words and sang them almost louder than Taylor.

“And hold on to spinning around, confetti, falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall…”

The piano changes, the cords softer as they move into a new song, smiling at her mom and dad like she knew something. She had no idea what happened the night of the fake wedding, just that they had a party without her.

“And hold on… To spinning around… Confetti… Falls to the ground…”

Spencer wraps his arms around Y/N then, resting his chin on her shoulder as they sway to the tune, she’s barely whispering the words beside him as she smiles as her baby.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, but… Don’t read the last page, but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared and you're turning away. I want, your midnights, I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

Y/N’s hands rest on top of Spencer’s, she squeezes them three times, right before the next lyric.

“You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I’ll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home,

Don't read the last page, but I stay, when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes. I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on, to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the two of them chanting along with Taylor in beautiful harmony, Spencer felt like he was in heaven among the angels, but for real this time. “And I will hold on to you…”

The piano is so soft, it’s just Amoreena’s fingers hitting them as Taylor goes silent, letting her take the lead with a soft smile, “Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere. Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere.”

They stop for just a moment for Amoreena to smile up at Taylor, just like the break in the concert, “I really do love you,” she reminds them all before playing again.

“We love you, too, sweet girl,” Taylor replies for them using the same nickname for her because it was the truth. She was the sweetest girl, that Amoreena.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me forevermore, don't read the last page, but I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes and I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the girls all chant together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm before taking different parts in the song like they’ve planned it before.

“And Long live,” Taylor takes the one song, while Amoreena takes the other.

Please don't ever become a stranger…

The walls we crashed through..

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…

I had the time of my life

Please don't ever become a stranger…

With you…

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…"

Amoreena plays the rest, smiling wide at the best day of her life. Meaning every single word she’s saying. “And Long live, the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life… With you…” Amoreena ends with a few extra notes, making Taylor smile as she held her in a side hug.

She turns back to the piano then, starting to play Amoreena by Elton John. “No way..” Y/N gasps, before getting ready to sing along with all the confidence in the world, alongside Taylor Swift of all people.

“It’s just that; Lately, I've been thinking, how much I miss my lady, Amoreena's in the hayfield, brightening the daybreak,” Taylor changes some of the words, much to Y/N surprise.

“Livin’ like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child! And when it rains, the rain falls down… washing out the cattle town… and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown… And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean… Laughing, fit to burst, upon each other…”

Y/N turns to Spencer then, singing to him softly as she wraps her arms around him and sways her hips to the song, pressing against him like they were in the movie Dirty Dancing, something she’s always wanted to do, clearly, with the smile on her face as she sings.

“I can see you sittin’, eatin’, apples in the evenin’. Fruit juice, flowing slowly, slowly, slowly down the bronze of your body. Livin’, like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child.”

Amoreena’s voice was the loudest in the chorus, this was her song after all. She belted it out like it was made for her.

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! And she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by! When we would lean, laughing, fit to burst upon each other…”

Spencer knew the words as well, who didn’t? It was Elton John's best song. He hugged Y/N, snuggling into the crook of her neck as they twirled in Taylor Swift's living room, swaying with her, forgetting they weren’t alone for a moment.

“Oh, if only I could nestle, in the cradle of your cabin. My arm's around your shoulder, oh… The window wide and open, while the swallow and the sycamore, whoa! Are playing in the valley. Oh, I miss you, Amoreena, like the king bee misses honey!”

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean! Laughing, fit to burst upon each other, oooh!”

Amoreena and Taylor playing the iconic piano solo together, Y/N can’t help but move in closer to watch over her little girls shoulders.

“Lately, I've been thinking… How much I miss my lady… Amoreena's in a cornfield, brightening the daybreak. Livin’, like a lusty flower! Runnin; through the grass for hours! Rollin’ through the hay, woah! Like a puppy, like a puppy, child…” Y/N’s voice loud enough to be on the recording Taylor was making as the song ended.

Taylor stopped it then, just as Y/N swore, “holy shit, that was the coolest thing that’s ever happened in my whole life.”

“Mom,” Amoreena looked at her like she broke the law or something, “you don’t swear in front of her…” she mumbled.

Taylor laughed, wrapping her up in another hug, “have you heard champagne problems? It’s okay for big kids to swear here,” she teased her.

They laughed like they were family like they’ve been there before and were always meant to return. Something just clicked with them, and without a doubt, they’d be returning. Taylor Swift of all people slipped right into their little life, filling the shoes of big sister, best friend and coolest aunt in the world all in one day.

It was the most perfect afternoon.

—

Just before the sunset, they all changed into their wedding attire. Meeting out on the beach for their small, extremely intimate wedding ceremony with miss Taylor Swift. Getting it out of the way so they could have the whole weekend for whatever Taylor had planned for them. She said she had a few surprises up her sleeve still.

They filled out all the paperwork required on Taylor's kitchen table beforehand, she had all the right documents from when she registered to ordain online. All they had to do was submit it at town hall and they’d be legally married.

But it didn’t matter to them, this was enough.

Taylor and Amoreena stood side by side at a homemade arch on the beachfront that Taylor owned, waiting patiently for Spencer and Y/N to walk down the fake aisle, hand in hand. They couldn’t stop smiling as they saw Amoreena at the end, a big smile on her face as she bounced with excitement.

They reached the end, turning to each other, Amoreena took Y/N’s bouquet, it was her duty as maid of honour and best man.

“Spencer and I have been emailing for 2 weeks about today, he’s been filling me in little by little about you both as he got to know you, I’ve really gotten to see his love for you in the form of letters,” Taylor described with a large smile on her face.

Y/N looks at him with an open mouth, shocked as she shakes her head in disbelief at him. “You’re kidding, is she who emailed you when we had lunch 2 weeks ago?”

Spencer nodded with another cheeky smile, “she emailed me as you told me not to plan anything too crazy.”

Y/N just laughed at the insanity, “sorry Taylor, please continue.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed along, “it’s actually kind of interesting how Amoreena picked long live and New Year’s Day to sing because from what I’ve learned about you both, the intermission poem from that tour really was written for you, somehow. Almost like by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance…”

Y/n’s eyed do that thing they always do when she’s remembering something she’s heard before, finding the exact filing cabinet in her mind and opening it. She finds the words.

“When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk,” she starts the poem with a small nod, letting Taylor continue the monologue in the form of vows.

“When’s she crashed, her clothes disintegrated. And blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends, family and lovers. When she looked around her skin was spattered with ink. Forming the words of a thousand voices, echoes she heard even in her sleep: whatever you say, it is not right. Whatever you do, it is not enough. Your kindness is fake. Your pain is manipulative.”

Y/N hasn’t watched the concert recently, unlike Spencer. She didn’t realize how much it sounded like them. Spencer, however, spotted the coincidences the second he heard it that night with Amoreena. Telling Taylor, explaining in detail how Maeve and Stephen were their personal last kiss storylines, but they’ve found a lover in each other. Cheesy, but it was the best way he could describe it.

“When she lay there on the ground she dreamed of time machines and revenge. And a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.”

She turned her attention to Spencer, replacing the pronouns to fit him for the next part, Y/N looked at him already knowing why, smiling as she made the connection in her mind.

“When he finally rose, he rose slowly. Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies. Wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes.

When he stood, he stood with a desolate knowingness, waded out into the dark wild oceans up to his neck. Bathed in his brokenness. Said a prayer of gratitude, for each chink in the armour he never knew he needed.

Standing broad-shouldered next to him, was a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.

When they turned to go home, they heard echoes of new words: may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice. And even louder: without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance… here.”

“What she said,” Y/N says with a quick giggle, leaning in as she laughs, taking him down in a giggle fit with her.

Amoreena’s lightly tugging on Taylor’s dress then, “you have to say it, please you can’t not say it, I had this planned out before I even knew you’d beee here…” she whispers like Taylor has any clue what she’s talking about.

Y/N just starts to shake her head with a smile, “I think she means the speak now bridge,” she reminds her.

“Ahh,” she smiles, picking Amoreena up to be at eye level with them all, she sings. “I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold, your, pee-E-eeace,” she sings it exactly like it is on the album, almost as if she’s been practicing to release it again…

“There’s the silence there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaking hands all eyes, on me,” Amoreena lightly signs right back. “Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you!”

Spencer laughs then too, smiling at his little girl living out the fantasy of a lifetime, seeing her mom dressed like a princess and marrying the broken knight with rusty armour, while Taylor Swift of all people holds her. Nothing about the life they had together felt real, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I think it’s only fair if I get a say in who marries my mom because I’ve known her the longest,” she adds, “and I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on this white veil occasion, but you happen to be the best dad in the whole world, so I think it’s cool that you love my mom.”

Y/N lets out a choked sob, she clearly had no idea that Amoreena was planning to say all that, but of course, she was. She knew all about every single Disney princess wedding, every fairytale ending and happily ever after, Taylor has helped her learn about love and vows and true feelings that cannot be stopped.

She knew what to say and she meant every word.

Spencer reaches out to take Amoreena from Taylor, holding her in his arms instead as Y/N snuggled in close to them, both his girls in his arms.

“I think it’s only fair I give some vows to you as well, I’m committing my whole life to this family, you should know how much that means I love you, too, Amoreena.” She snuggles in closer to his neck as she holds him back, Y/N’s head resting on his other shoulder.

“Till the day I die, I am going to be here for you: with unconditional love, with the best stories and the best morning cuddles. I don’t care if you pull me out of bed at 5 in the morning to feed the goats, or the chickens or just because you think the sun looks pretty and want me to see it too. I love you Amoreena, you’ve completed my life."

"Do you remember that day you asked me to be your dad?” his voice is so soft as he bumps her cheek with his nose.

She wipes her tears as she pulls away from his shoulder, overly emotional at the events of the day and extremely tired from the excitement she let out earlier. She nods softly, “I meant it.”

“I know honey,” he can’t help but start to cry a little as well, dropping his manly facade and being real with her. She deserved to see exactly what she meant to him, “I watched you pouring glitter glue all over that table, making the biggest mess ever, but it made me think… I had a hole in my heart for so many years, there was a part of me missing for so, so, so long, and then I found a little Eden by beautiful little kingdom, and the fairest lady in all the land took me in, and she patched up my broken heart with glitter glue.”

Amoreena tried to smile the tears away, sniffling as she tried to nod, “that's how I felt when you told me I could pick you to be my dad.”

Y/N was a sobbing mess, having to crouch down to her knees as she let it all out, steadying herself by holding onto Spencer’s leg like a child would at that height, “is she okay?” Amoreena worried.

“Your mom loves us so much, and the baby does too, so it’s making her a bit more emotional than normal,” he explains, wishing he could scoop Y/N up and hold her as well.

She wipes the tears from her face as she calms herself down and stands back up with help from Taylor, “thank you,” she manages to whisper to her with a smile.

She’s also been crying, watching the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. A family built on true love coming together, using her songs to form a bond that she’d never understand.

And she didn’t want to, some stories were best kept in families, to be sent down the line, generation after generation, to fall into the lap of someone like her one day and create a whole world with it.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband, wife and daughter, the royal Reid family,” Taylor’s voice is soft as she plays along with Amoreena’s fantasy land, hushed to match the moment as Spencer leaned in to kiss Y/N.

Amoreena doesn’t cry out in disgust this time, instead, resting her head on her dad's shoulder as she watched them peck each other's lips gently. Watching a fairytale happy ending unfold in front of her very eyes, blessed to be the result of this happy union.

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A/N: my anon is on now if anyone wants to come talk about the fic with me!! i love to share little hc's and things with you over here (also this was the original planned ending I wasn't going to continue past here but I'm probably going to write this for the next 10 years its too fun not to)

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[everyothermouse]

A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

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I agree, even if I don't care one bit about Koga x Ayame, they can't be counted as anywhere near SessRin. If anything, they'd be closer to Miroku x Koharu. As much as Koga and Miroku were two loose-tongued idiots who seriously needed to stop being so darn casual and start watching their words when around little girls, neither of them had actually had any real intention to follow through, given how easily they forgot all about those encounters, but acted serious with their OTHER love interests.

Koga's entire personality is that he's way too casual with his words. Like I don't count him as a serious love interest to Kagome because he 1) only decides he loves after he finds out about the jewel shards and 2) never actually listens or takes her opinion into consideration. I honestly don't even think he intended to follow through with Kagome or that he loved her. He never even knew her.

Like it's always driven me crazy how he never takes a moment to realize that any kid he would have with her would be a hanyou? Does he not realize that? And he calls Inuyasha a mutt all the time while insisting he's going to marry her? Does he think that the neighboring wolf tribes will just welcome a human wife with open arms without any pushback?

Regardless it's plausible that he told this little girl that he'd marry her and then immediately went home and forgot because he's that oblivious and forgetful. If was just a treaty his dad threw together to keep the peace and he was told "hey just go with it"? Totally a Koga thing to do. Especially since he only became interested in Kagome because of jewel shards and that motivation kept him around her aka he didn't forget about her.

The man's entire personality is that he doesn't think. LOL. One of the biggest reasons I find him so aggravating.

Now is not time for my "I hate Koga rant" I'm just feeling very protective of Inuyasha lately especially since I've read so many posts lately about how Sesshomaru is a good guy and all I can think about is him abandoning Inuyasha so I'm feeling extra salty towards anyone who hurt him just a lil bit I

Also extremely sad that I am the only one who likes Ayame. 😔 you can't sit with me I'm fine 😭

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Well folks we made it, chapter 11. (Also we are doing this in parts because this chapter is a beast)

I'm not gonna lie to y'all.. I've reread the smut in this many times. Like everyone things got to angsty or sad during the reread: straight to the smut.

Okay, okay. Here we go.

I can already tell you this is gonna be long af.

"'We are delighted to invite you to the wedding of Danielle Clayton and Edmund O'Mara…' As though she could make the words true by virtue of repetition alone." Oof. Great mindset to go into a wedding.

Of course it was Jamie's name that broke her. God can you imagine if they had gotten married and Jamie had to watch that? I think that might have broken her.

"There was the reddened impression of a pillowcase against her cheek, and as she stood aside she rubbed at her face." This is such an adorable image.

"She was unused to this house's secrets, all the little ways it could entrap and expose — as so many houses did"

"Dani couldn’t shake the image. Of standing at the front of an aisle before a casket-like altar, on full display. Like being an exhibit in a glass cage, pretty and poised to make the worst decision of her life."

"Looking at Jamie scalded like a leap of electricity beneath her skin. Looking at Jamie was dangerous." This poor girl is ready to combust.

"It was not bravery. It was an act of inevitability."

"The bedsprings creaked slightly when Dani’s weight shifted forward, but otherwise all was silent, hushed." I love little details like these.

"Jamie’s eyes were shut. There was a furrow to her brow. Dani could feel Jamie's nose brush against hers, her breath a sweeping pause between them, a silent question neither of them could dare to breach. Jamie's fingers tangled in Dani's hair. A gentle tug forward was all it took and they were falling together again." I love the little parallels to the first kiss in the show. Even though it's a totally different set of circumstances you guys captured the essence of it. Bravo.

"Jamie stared up at her, eyes dark and near shell-shocked, still half-sprawled against the mattress from where Dani had pressed her back to the bed" Jamie's brain just broke.

"Hand over her mouth, Dani watched the door in quiet horror, dreading the turn of the unlocked handle — he would come in, she thought; he would see her here; he would know —"

"'Please tell me I’m crazy. Tell me I’m being selfish. Please, just - I just want to feel how I’m supposed to.'" Dani love, god I wish I could hug you.

"The very idea was terrifying. Knowing that Dani could ask her anything and Jamie would say ‘yes.’ Knowing that Eddie had spent so long asking as though questions were a tool, a means to an end. Knowing that she had spent so long trying to avoid them, trying to avoid this, that she was afraid she didn’t know how to do anything else." The differences 😭

"'Ask,' Jamie breathed. 'Ask me.'” I wounded if Jamie actually thought she would leave. Or if she was too scared to even hope yet.

"When Mikey’s voice greeted her down the line with a chipper call of, “Taylor residence!” Dani had slammed the receiver back down into its cradle and walked away, feeling jittery, feeling like she had just sprinted a half marathon." Sweet Dani. Jamie makes her feel like a teenager again. Also "Flora Residence"

"Dani could not shake herself of the unsettling feeling that he was much too large for their tiny table, built for an intimate two." // "How small he looked suddenly, shrinking back into his chair."

"Finally she reached out to grasp his hand. 'Eddie,' she managed to gasp. 'I can't.'" Brave girl.

"How small he looked suddenly, shrinking back into his chair, like a kid swamped in his father’s sweater and playing at being an adult." I love the imagery of this. So much so I read it aloud for my wife.

"'Are you -' he had to stop to clear his throat. 'Are you going to tell me why? Are you not even going to say it?'" I wonder when he started to suspect. If it was just a suspicion or if it was something he knew for a fact. And if he knew why did he continue with her. Maybe he thought/hoped he was exception.

"'You know,' she said. 'You must have known. You know me.'

And even as she said it she could see it in his face. The truth that she had so strictly denied herself for so long. The truth about her and them, the two of them together, and now the two of them apart." Ugh I feel for them both.

"Just tell me," he pleaded. "Tell me. Right now." I wonder who the first person she says the words to will be. I have theories but I'm keeping them to myself.

"Hands still twisted in the fabric of his jumper, Dani said, 'Jesus, you almost got hit! Are you all right?'" Thank you for not killing him.

"Which was how, fifteen minutes later, she found herself standing before Jamie's house clutching nothing but the last shreds of her sanity and her favorite saucepan." She must have been quite the sight to see.

Jamie was definitely a bit shook at her actually doing it.

"'- fry pan?'

'It's - It's a saucepan.'

'Right.'"

"'Not the morning I'm worried about,' Dani muttered." Sure Dani is going through it, but can we talk about what's happening in Jamie's mind. She is equally going through it.

"For a moment the mask had slipped; that was all it took for Dani to see beyond her own fear. Jamie inviting her in. Jamie being calm and charming. Jamie cracking bad jokes in an attempt to make her smile. Jamie, who was now watching Dani with the same breathless anticipation on her face from yesterday after Dani had kissed her. As though Dani could crack the shell of the world with a single turn of phrase." I absolutely love Dani seeing little glimpses into Jamie's heart.

"'Please.'

'Right. ‘Cause I have socks.'

'Jamie.'" She's so nervous. It's absolutely precious.

"She turned to watch Dani approach, her face too nonchalant, now that Dani was looking for it, now that Dani knew that it wasn't just her feeling this, that it had never just been her." ❤️❤️

"'It’s fine. Please just hold me?"

"- until Dani had to tell herself over and over that this was real, that she was real, that she was awake. Until she wasn’t."

This is a good stopping point for today! God I love this fic.

holy shit ch11 here we go THE BIG ONE

listen sometimes u just gotta binge read some smut for your health i get it lmao

we...May have a bad place alt-cfau that'll never see the light of day where ch11 goes up until the wedding where Drama ensues and dani's a runaway bride

this whole first bit of the chapter where everything implodes is just SO good. i think if either one of us had brought up actually killing off eddie in our dms it would've started a two person riot lmao

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