#Sing a Song of Sixpence

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all. Takes place in season 1 featuring Jonah Magnus’s slow decent into madness

Author: @nireidi

[nireidi]

Guess who’s back after a 2 year hiatus?

That’s right! New chapter of Sing a Song of Sixpence

The fix wherein Jonathan Sims is a Siren, There is overly detailed world building, and Jonah Magnus is having a bad time.

[wispisstillverybored67]

Kieran Had A Syndrome

Kie-ran had a syn-drome

A palm-ful of poison

Pin-ing with his heart's soul

For a friend's fortune

When the peach bulb o-pened

The boy began to leave

"Was-n't that a nas-ty thing

To say to everything?"

[wigc]

Rhyme a Nursery for MAGS May to 'Sing a Song of Sixpence'

Gotta say, I wasn't familiar with the English nursery rhyme, Sing a Song of Sixpence, until MAGS May, and... I honestly don't know what to make of it. Hopefully that's not also the case for aspiring game makers messing around with Adventure Game Studio, though, as I'm very curious to see what might become of it!

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[lopmon1234]

[6vaguebook]

Trying to write a story where the point is cramming as many nursery rhymes as I can possibly manage no matter how i have to do it poses two types of problems

Type one: the Sing a Song of Sixpence problem

Which is where a rhyme is absolutely delightful, but I cannot fathom how I am meant to fit it into the overall story

Like. Look at this. This is an absolutely wonderful rhyme. This is the exact type of rhyme I want in my story. It's beautiful, and I have king, queen, doctor and maid characters anyway, so I don't even have to create whole new characters for them. But it's also completely random and has nothing to do with the rest of the story. I wanna cramm it in anyway

Then there's type two: the Pretty Little Dutch Girl problem

Please look at the Wikipedia article for this rhyme. The lyrics section, specifically. I think that about sums up the problem

Hold on

There are *SEVENTEEN* versions of this one rhyme. And that's just what's on Wikipedia! (Though in this case I most definitely did not go hunting for even more versions like I might for some other rhymes) Do you realise how long it took me just to read all this? Let alone go through which versions I wanted to actually use and how

Hmmmmm should her boyfriend have 48 toes or 28 toes

[total-television-productions-act]

yes i do ship odie and charlie however i do also think that odie and leonardo are REALLY, GENUINELY in love and im NOT KIDDING

[lopmon1234]

[activatebutterflyshield]

I’d sing a song for sixpence

Or a pocket full of rye

Or four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie

Though I wouldn’t eat those fellow birds

Feathers black as ink

‘Stead I’d sing a song ‘longside them

‘Bout wars and words and things

Through code and rhyme and meter

For friends and people keen

To find some others something like them

And keep those they do find

Just thick as thieves

Strange bedfellows we make, indeed

Though through the night we’ve walked

‘Neath that sunless, moonless, starless sky

Till the farthest west we reach

And feel that fire nip at our backs

With words and smiles sweet

Go on, they say, keep walking long

Till that promised land we reach

So give not up your feathered hope

And raise those banners high

Bare your teeth and show your claws

And make them sharp and keen

For someday we shall break our chains

And maul the hand that feeds

[goodjohnjr]

The Lines Of My Earth

The Lines Of My Earth What Is It? The YouTube video The Lines Of My Earth by the YouTube channel Sixpence None The Richer: The Lines Of My Earth Description: Provided to YouTube by Curb Records The Lines of My Earth · Sixpence None the Richer Sixpence None the Richer ℗ Squint Entertainment Released on: 1998-01-20 Artist: Sixpence None The Richer Auto-generated by YouTube. Continue…

[johnathanthestupidpoet69]

songs for ships but i have the music taste of a 40yo man who takes song recs from his lesbian daughter

boys dont cry by the cure- grian to scar (sort of an apology for dl)

happy together by the turtels- skizzpluse (i saw a clip of them singing it together, so it's cannon)

bumper cars by sorry ghost- scarian as a whole

close to me by the cure- more desert duooooo

something by the beatles- jizzie

i will by the beatles- flower husbands, spefically scott to jim after he gets out in tl

stupid for you by waterparks- grumbo

build me up buttercup by the founations- mumbscarian

good old-fashioned lover boy by queen- scar to grian in the desert

kiss me by sixpence none the richer- treebark, so very treebark

shake it by metro station - hotguy and cuteguy

red wine supernova by chappel roan- redscape/ gembo (it's both)

heather by conan grey- something desert duo i fear

cupid's chokehold by gym class heros- scarian in dl

small time fish (big time pond) by sorry ghost- flower husbands

starman by david bowie- flower husbands (tl scott)

if i fell by the beatles- grumbo (mumbo to grian)

bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo- (wl scar about grian)

505 by artic monkeys - when i hear this song i get brought back to the desert so hard istg

creep by radiohead- grian to scar in the cactus ring

and thats my very desert duo playlist lol

-john out XD

[vanhelsingapologist]

sing the song of sixpence that goes

“burn the witch.”

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Um um um this is my new pc for a little game I may be in next year, run by my partner. She is a blood cleric. In other words: I will be back in the fucking building.

I will expand on her later but here’s some alt.

[thatwritererinoriordan]

The text is from the Mother Goose nursery rhyme "Sing a Song of Sixpence."

Source details and larger version.

I’ve collected some weird vintage bird imagery, from bird hats to bird people, ghost birds to giant birds.

[mothandpidgeon]

Sing a Song of Sixpence (Joel Miller's Christmas Vacation)

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rating: G (fluff)

summary: Sarah requests a special trip over Christmas vacation. Joel does whatever it takes to make her wishes come true.

contents: fluff, 90s nostalgia, colonial america?

wc: 1.2k

a/n: Happy holidays to my Secret Santa, @whocaresstillthelouvre! Surprise but not really. Mallory, i knew we were going to be friends when you told me how much you love Colonial Williamsburg. I couldn't believe I found someone that overlapped in so many of my little niches. So when you told me that I was your secret Santa, I knew your fic was going to be about your favorite place. Thank you for being such a great friend, supporting me and my writing, and being my stoner buddy. I hope you enjoy your gift!

Thank you @schnarfer and @moonlitbirdie for giving this a once over! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Sarah clutches her doll as she skips down the red brick sidewalk.

Joel hadn’t realized just how expensive a toy could be until he shelled out the $86 to buy it. Sarah had begged and begged before he gave in and got it for her. “Felicity Doll” had been on every wish list, the American Girl catalogue left open on the kitchen table for two whole years. Sarah read and re-read not only the Felicity series but Addy, Kiersten, and Samantha, too, the paperback books creased and dog eared. This was no passing fad, not a fleeting interest, and so Joel saved up and surprised her with an American Girl doll of her very own for her birthday. 

She knew what was in the tall, rectangular box before she’d even unwrapped the damn thing, screeching and running around the living room in celebration. Sarah loved the doll, taking it everywhere with her, tucking it in bed beside her. Best money Joel had ever spent.

Except Felicity had a plethora of accessories and outfits, furniture and accouterments that all cost a handsome sum. More catalogues came, glossy pages with marker drawn circles around Felicity’s tea set and writing desk and pony. (“The doll has a pony?��� “It’s in the books, Daddy!”) There were cookbooks and paper dolls and Sarah-sized colonial dresses that she desperately needed. It seemed that Joel was personally bankrolling the Pleasant Company.

And now he’d agreed to bring Sarah to Colonial Williamsburg. He really hadn’t had the heart to say no to her when she ask that they take a family trip there over winter break though he knew it would cost him an arm and a leg. 

“Wouldn’t you rather go to Disney World?” Tommy asked.

Joel shot him a look. Disney would’ve cost three times as much but it wasn’t about the money. He was proud of his little girl for being a bookworm, choosing museums and butter churns over roller coasters and Minnie Mouse. 

“It’s where Felicity’s from,” she insisted. 

Sarah leads Joel by the hand down Duke of Gloucester Street. The quaint little houses are all decorated for the season– around each doorway is an evergreen garlands accented with fat, red bows. There’s a chill in the air. He hadn’t considered the weather in Virginia when he’d planned this vacation. Sarah doesn’t seem to notice, excitedly pointing out the carolers on the corner and the horse drawn carriage conveying tourists down the sandy street. 

Sarah devours every little detail, listening with eyes like saucers as the interpreters dressed in old fashioned costumes drone on about milliners and beeswax candles. 

Joel’s mind just keeps slipping back to the fact that he and Tommy aren’t working right now. A whole week with no income.That’s going to hurt when the credit card bill comes in.

”D’you think they ever sniped a redcoat with one of those?” Tommy asks on a tour of the Governor’s Palace, nodding towards one of the many guns hanging on the ceiling.

Sarah shushes him.

”Hey,”Joel whispers to his brother. “Remind me when we’re back at the motel, I’ve got to call and get those tiles ordered for the duplex project.”

”C’mon man. You’re thinking about work now?” Tommy complains.

”Can’t lose another day. Order it now, it’ll be waiting for us when we’re back,” Joel explains. 

“Daddy! You’re not listening!” Sarah hisses.

“Sorry, babygirl,” he says, squeezing her hand in his.

He tries to pay attention, he really does. Joel’s never had much of a mind for history. Dates and places and stuffy old men. The buildings are interesting, at least. He amuses himself wondering what it would be like to build a house like they did in the olden days. A rough saw and a chisel and his bare hands. Like a pioneer on the homestead.

There’s a gift shop at the end of the tour. Of course. Joel lets out a sigh of resignation. Sarah knows better than to ask but she’s eyeing a tin whistle and a book about ghost sightings. 

“Pick one,” Joel offers, hoping she goes for the book. The last thing he needs is Tommy’s yammering and the squeal of Yankee Doodle for the rest of the trip.

Her brown eyes move between the two souvenirs, lips twisted in thought. 

“Shit. I’ll buy you both if your Dad’ll wear this,” Tommy says with a laugh. He’s holding up a little felt tricorn hat meant for elementary school kids.

”Really?” Sarah asks, all bright and giggling. 

Joel glowers.

Dinner is a fifteen dollar hamburger at one of the historical taverns. Sarah’s doll gets its own seat at the table, a paper napkin tucked into the collar of its dress. Joel’s able to pawn the hat off on Sarah but not before Tommy got a photo on his disposable camera. 

“That’s going on the fridge,” he chuckles. 

As Joel pays the bill (noting the price of Tommy’s three beers), there’s a rumble of drums. 

“What’s that?” Tommy asks, craning his neck towards the window. 

“The militia’s coming through,” the waitress says, clearing the dish from Sarah’s ice cream sundae (the historical accuracy of which is questionable). “They’ll march in for the fireworks.”

“Fireworks!” Sarah gasps. 

Joel sighs. He’s exhausted, out all day in the cold wrangling his brother and his daughter. His knees are aching and he’s ready to call it a day and go back to the motel. But Sarah is practically bouncing in her seat. 

Joel bundles himself up once again and the trio join the crowd that lines the street. A fife and drum corps in their scarlet uniforms march past followed by an officer on horseback. The sun has long set and the air nips at Joel’s throat. He wishes he had a scarf, could probably pick one up in yet another gift shop but it would surely cost a small fortune. He hopes these fireworks will be over soon so he can put his feet up. 

The little town looks quite festive in the night. Candles glow in every window and the street lamps cast a warm light over the tourists. A massive evergreen on the Palace Green twinkled with modern lights but it only adds to the atmosphere. 

Without warning, the first firework shoots into the sky, its bang makes Tommy jump. It bursts into a shower of silver. The other spectators cheer and more fireworks follow— red and blue, green and gold. 

Sarah’s gloved hand wraps around Joel’s. Her face is turned up to the sky, illuminated by the colorful fireworks. Her eyes round with wonder, sparkling pink and white from the cascade of sparks above. 

She’s having the time of her life. And she deserves it. Sarah’s a good kid. Polite, studious, thoughtful. Joel’s always been proud of her though he has no idea how she turned out so sweet considering he and Tommy have been the ones that raised her. This is what it’s all for, he reminds himself. The hard work and long hours, the never ending stress of bills for things he can’t afford. It’s all for her. 

She turns to find Joel watching her, his heart swollen in his chest. 

“Thanks, Daddy,” she says. She squeezes his hand and pulls her doll close to her chest.  

That thing was worth every penny. 

Happy holidays to everyone! Special shout out to the tent pitchers and all of my moots but also to anyone that's read my fics this year. Thank you for your support.

[dawnoftime22]

sweet nothings on new year's day.

| T.S

Warnings: R lightly crying from a poem Tay wrote, suggestive themes in a scene but nothing graphic/direct, a loot of 'i love you's', talks of fears (tay needing to do more in work, losing each other), R not wanting the year to end, R singing just a little bit, but together with tay in the music room

Summary: A day, all in sweetness with Taylor. She had picked you up after work, tired, but happy and in love with you.

Word Count: 3.4k

Category: fluff all around!

A/N: this is a fic separated into about four parts in one go, based off 'sweet nothing', so on each, you can basically read it in different times if you'd like ;] happy new years soon everyone!!<3 I hope you had and will have an amazing year

| Started on 22/12/2024, 7:51 AM |

| Finished on 22/12/2024, 3:25 PM |

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— On the way home...

The evening was a calm layer of the slowly setting sun, the surprisingly small bit of waiting at traffic lights, and Taylor lightly drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

The radio played old songs she loved, one currently being 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence The Richer. Her head nodded gently to the rhythm, and she makes a turn for where you were, going to pick you up on the way home.

Her heart felt steady, but her shoulders felt as if it weighed thousands, and even the breaths she escapes doesn't relieve any of it.

All she had in her mind was that she couldn't wait to be back with you again, after the day she's had.

When you saw her car pull up, you wave happily, and a big grin raises on her lips as her eyes went to you. The car door closes once you got in beside her, and her lips resort to a smaller, tired smile.

"Hi, Tay..." Your own face returned her loving gaze as you lean in closer to give her a kiss to the cheek. She blushes, but she could feel her stress and worries lightening.

"Hi, baby," she replied softly, going to steal another soft kiss on your lips, just before you could pull away. "You ready to go home...?"

You nod gently in response, "More than ready...'m so tired." The seat sinks down with you, and it felt like all the comfiness you've been needing the entire day. She sets the car back in gear to drive, but her face softens at your exhaustion that nearly mirrored hers.

"Long day, huh?" she mentions softly, lightly starting to press down on the gas pedal, and you watch with a sigh as the buildings began to drift away in the car window.

"Too long..." you murmur yourself. Your elbow goes to rest upon the door of the car, even a yawn escaping your lips, and you had to wipe away the watery exhaustion coming from the corner of your eyes.

Her smile widens at your yawn, and she reaches over with one hand to capture yours in your lap, holding it gently. "Me too, baby."

"I've missed you," your mumble slips your lips with a pout, and you lean back into the seat more properly, now facing forward and staring at the dashboard.

"I know...I've missed you too, sweetheart. It's been a stressful day," she whispers back, her heart warming at your mumble.

As much as she was trying to keep her eyes on the road, she couldn't help but have them flick to catch the sight of your pout, and her heart had to try its best to stop herself from giggling a little, yet it still sounded out quietly.

It was your turn to glance to her now, but you knew she was finding adoration in your pout, so you smiled, letting the tinge of sadness fade.

"You had too much going on too?" you ask her, taking note of the small tiredness evident in her eyes. Some concern wells up within you, but you give her hand a squeeze.

She nods. "Mmhm...but now we can be back home and cuddle together," she whispers, turning to look at you when she stopped at a red light.

"Definitely. Definitely lots of cuddles," you confirmed, your smile almost a look of longing. A sigh of contentment leaves her, and you could feel relaxation sinking in.

She then brought your hand closer to herself, making her lips give a sweet kiss upon your knuckles. "Love you," she whispers, her other hand coming up to clasp your intertwined ones, thumb rubbing your skin in a soothing way.

A breath leaves you, and your face softens at her affection. You were completely unable to take your eyes off her. She had taken your heart, and you weren't about to get it back. "Love you more."

It was soon time for her to move with the green light, the moment being short lived, but she made sure to not keep people waiting, and her hand stayed in yours all the while.

The scenery was blurring by. Cars were starting to be recognizable in your mind as simply colors, rather than categorized companies or types.

Taylor bit her lip, in thought even as she gazed at the road ahead.

"You know...I made a poem," she whispers softly, mentioning it after minutes of the drive had passed by. You blinked, but look to her instantly.

"Really? What is it?" you ask curiously, some excitement coming up within you as you lean towards her.

She smiles softly at your eagerness, and her hand goes to pick up the piece of paper the best she could, all while she drove with her other hand, it being found somewhere in the centre console.

You curiously reach out to help her, your fingers brushing before you took it in your hold carefully, and slowly unfolding it.

Your eyes traveled, the atmosphere quiet as you soaked it in. But your heart only ached the further you went.

"Oh, sweetheart..." your voice softens as you read through it carefully and slowly. Taylor keeps her eyes on the road, trying her best to not look like she was completely anxious about it.

"This is amazing..." you breathed out, shaking your head as your eyes keep on going. "Gosh, what a mind you have."

She bit her lip, and looked to you, just for a moment. "Really? I mean, its...I...I feel like its too vulnerable or something, but, um...I tried my best," she mumbled, tensing a little. Your gaze softens when you glance at her, and you rest your arm on the center console to give a comforting presence.

"Yeah. Really, baby, you have an amazing mind, and the way you wrote this...its so comforting, and directed...like...oh, I love you." you give up on even trying to get the words out without thinking first, ending up with saying those three words she loved so much.

She felt the softness rise up within her so much that she had to grip the steering wheel for a moment. "Thank you...thank you for saying that. I love you too."

Your eyes flicker to her, then you put your hand on her thigh nearby, soothing her with a movement of your thumb.

"I love it...so, I think anyone else who sees this would too," you whisper softly. "And those last words, baby..." you look back to the paper, reading it back again, almost not getting enough of it.

"Its my favorite part. It sums up the entire thing after describing it all, like, just...oh...leaving you in tears after." She could hear your voice getting smaller, shakier with your breaths, and instantly, her instincts rise up to comfort you.

"No, don't cry, baby..." she whispers in concern and worry, having had no intention to make you tear up at the mere writing of her poem, so she held your hand on her thigh.

"I can't help it! Its just so...amazing," you say, a soft giggle escaping you as you set the paper down in your lap, wiping away your tears. She laughed with you, knowing the deep emotions your heart always took was irresistible.

"Well, I'm really happy that you view it that way..."

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— Making dinner...

"Third floor on the west side, me and you." the lyrics play out gently from your phone on the kitchen counter.

"You're a mansion with a view..." You were humming along to the music, standing by the stove as Taylor sat in the living room.

"Do the girls back home touch you like I do?" you sang along, then look to her, pointing, then shaking your head with you lips pointed forward. She laughs softly, and responds with a, "No one does, baby!" Her index finger wiggled in the air, adding to her sentence.

You blushed, but giggled alongside her, focusing on making your meals for dinner on the pan, the sizzling gently sounding out.

She gets up from the couch and walks over to you slowly, the music still playing. "Long night with your hands up in my hair..."

"Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs..." The movements of her legs acted out the song exaggeratedly, almost like she was doing her music video all over again, but it was something of her personality you always loved.

"Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share!!" she sings gently, her volume higher than the music, and it only made you laugh more.

Her steps finally reach you, and her arms wrap around your waist gently. You lean into her almost instinctively, your hands going down to hers.

She flushes her front to your back, peeking just for a moment to check on the food. It certainly smelled delicious, but her focus couldn't be strayed off to anything but you, so she nuzzled and went to trail kisses down from the corner of your jaw, to your neck.

"Baby...you're distracting me," you mumble softly, tilting your head just a little. She gains more access, but as you kept your watch on the food, it was going to be perfectly cooked, so you turn off the heat.

"Thats the point, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice quiet and slightly muffled as she stays in your neck, leaving little kisses all along your skin.

"Mmn, I love you," you murmured. Your lips were raising into a smile, but you gently grasp her hands to loosen from your waist, which let you turn around to face her.

"Mhm, love you too..." she mumbled, almost distractedly, leaning in for a kiss to the lips. You captured it easily without hesitation, but in softness, while Taylor was eager.

You giggle, and lean back. "Don't make the food cold." The second the sentence came from you, her eyes search the way you rose your eyebrows, but she was like a cat, staring at you in pure cuteness.

"Can't promise it," she whispers, pecking a quick kiss to your lips, but keeping your faces close. In the mere range, you could feel each other's warm breaths, and it was starting to be the only thing you hear.

You shook your head lightly, but couldn't resist another kiss from her, even if your brain told you there were things to do otherwise.

"Mnn, too bad I can't just reheat the food, but I know how to heat up some other things..." she murmured teasingly against your lips, a knowing smirk on the corner of hers.

You pull back, looking at her. "Tay!" you scold her lightly, your eyes widening at her words and cheeks flushed entirely. She felt the light slap to her shoulder, and laughed, her ribcage shaking alongside yours.

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— After dinner, at the living room couch...

-- Long worries ahead<3

You cuddled up with Taylor in the living room, staying cozily close with her and nuzzling into her shoulder.

She smiles softly at the feel of your closeness, but as her gaze slowly moves up to the window, her feelings fades off to her mind's reeling thoughts instead.

"You know, they've been asking, hoping for more, and my brain's been thinking the same..." she whispers gently, resting her cheek against your hair, her arms staying wrapped around you.

You thought about it for a moment, shifting yourself up to turn your face towards her. "...The fans, you mean?"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tries to think of a response to your words. "All of them. Anyone. I mean, I love them and all, really, but..." she sighed softly, pulling you closer, anxiety ever present in the slowly rising beating of her heart, and her concentrated face on thinking.

"I'm just too soft for all of it..." she admits to you, looking into your eyes with her loving ones. You softened your gaze, and you lean up to kiss her softly.

"You have to know..." you start, getting more comfortable and putting your arms around her shoulders, feeling the slight tickle of her long hair, but focusing on comforting her.

"You don't always have to do everything. More so, do everything triple the thing you've already done," you whisper casually, a small, loving smile raising as you tilted your head, which she found adorable and listened on.

"Sweetheart, sometimes you need a break...as much as I love you...your music, and your fans, they can always wait...of course, follow your passion and all, but when you need a break, you take it." Your hand comes to find her cheek, and she leans into the gentle touch.

"And the true ones will always stay. Always. You'll find them wherever you go, and if none somehow end up seem to not exist, then...you'll find me." She blinks at your words, her teeth slowly going into the corner of her lip as she thought more, eyes searching.

"Who do you see when you look at me? Like...like, songwriter, singer...'music industry'..." she says, putting up her fingers in the quotation marks nearly jokingly with a curl of her lips, but it was a bare attempt of trying to lighten the fact that she was worrying over it, much less thinking about it.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you took your time to swallow and exhale your breath gently, gathering your words in a careful and loving manner.

"Sweetheart...I...see you," you whisper slowly, simply. You could see her gaze, the way she blinks at your answer, waiting for more.

"I just...see...my baby. Taylor. Tay, the person who makes me laugh, cry out of laughter, someone who...loves me, takes care of me, the person I want to spend all eternity with." You went on, explaining it in full detail just for her.

Her eyes start to fill up with tears, and yet she was trying to blink them away, unable to tear them off from your gaze while you only came up with more in your head.

"I know you as the girl who makes chai cookies for christmas, loves to send handmade gifts to someone, or jumps up and down in happiness or excitement. You're...the sweetest person on earth, baby, I wish you were less harder on yourself." Your hand comes up to find her cheek softly, thumb brushing to soothe her. She giggled softly at the first part, but soon sniffled, going to bury her face into your neck.

"I love you," she mumbled, her voice muffled off in the comfort of your warmth. You hug her tighter, still moving your thumb, but now at the back of her shoulders.

"And I love you..." you whisper back, all with sweetness in your voice, closing your eyes.

You sighed deeply, slowly, hesitating for a moment on your own thoughts. She hears it, pulling back just a little to look at you. She wouldn't have speculated any deeper if you gazed back at her, but she was staring at the way you were spaced out to the couch.

"...What is it?" she asks softly. Her hand goes to gently run up and down your arm, comforting. You bit your tongue for a moment, feeling a bit guilty.

"...I'm really scared of...losing you, you know," you whisper, your eyes flicking over to her in a blink of your eyelids. Her features instantly soften at your own admittance of your fears, and her movements pause.

"Baby...don't say that. I'll be with you until the end," she whispers back, her own worries a small replica of yours as she cups your cheek now.

She looks into your eyes, seeing your nerves taking control of your mind. "And I'm really scared of that too..." Her head gently tilts down in a small nod that didn't go back up, in a way, to affirm you that you weren't alone.

You bit your lip. "Its just...sometimes it gets loud," you whisper, nuzzling into her chest, holding onto her gently.

Taylor nods gently, then brought your face up gently to kiss you, then resting her forehead against yours.

"I know, baby...but you know what? No matter what, we'll always be together. Okay?...I promise, until my last breath," she whispers, brushing her nose against yours

You smile softly, nuzzling back. "I don't want this year to end...not yet," you admitted gently, remembering back all the things thats happened.

"Maybe there'll be even better memories ahead," her breath whispered against your skin. You could feel it against your soul, like an everlasting promise, and you went to kiss her again.

"God, I love you..." you breathed out, getting emotional all over again, as if the poem she had given you in the car that made you cry before wasn't already enough. She smiled softly, tightening her hold on you.

"I love you, and I won't ever get tired of saying it..." The words held true to her heart, and she didn't miss a single second through it, even with her shaky voice.

"Me either," you whisper back, breathing out a single chuckle.

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— In the music room...

Her fingers danced along the keys softly and gently, singing with her words spilling out her mouth in a quiet manner, for now, figuring out her next moves and actions.

"I spy with...my little tired...eye, tiny as a firefly...a pebble that we picked up last july..." Taylor started slowly, testing out the verse she has in her head.

"Down, deep inside your pocket, we almost forgot it...does it ever miss wicklow, sometimes?"

"Ooh, ooh...ooh, ooh...mm..."

You had just finished up taking a warm shower in the bathroom, and playing around with Meredith when you went to find her, looking until you reached back to the top of the stairway, and hear a familiar noise echoing through the halls.

When you reached the music room you oh, so love spending your time with Taylor in, as much as you loved the bedroom, you see her sitting there, on the piano bench, making her music so delicately.

She took a breath in, having not noticed you as her eyes focused on the keys, changing the chords. "They said the end is coming..."

You lean against the doorway, listening intently with a soft smile, gazing at her adoringly. "Everyone's up to something..."

"I find myself running home to your sweet nothings." The second the line came out her mouth, you blink, feeling your heart swell as you knew exactly what— or, who it was about now. You.

"Outside they're push and shovin'...you're—" she pauses for a moment with a breath, trailing off as her hands stop, trying to make up the line.

"You're...you're in the kitchen hummin'..." she continued softly, a small smile raising on her lips, following the melody of her piano.

"All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing." You walk closer to her as she finishes up to what sounded like the chorus, and she spots your shadow, her eyes brightening when she realizes you're in the room.

You smile softly, seeing her turn her head, to then mirror your gaze of love, still playing the piano before she stops with a higher, gentle note to end it off with.

"I loved that...it was so sweet and soft," you compliment softly, going to sit beside her on the bench as she scooched herself to the other side a little, giving you more space.

"Good...its...I want it to be soft," she whispered, smiling in success of gaining a praise from you even just from the small lines of her recently made up song.

You bit your lip for a moment, shifting in the seat to get comfortable as she took her hands off the piano keys. "Is it about me?" you ask her softly, gently in hesitation.

She chuckled softly in the meanwhile, gazing at you with a newfound adoration for your hesitation. "What do you think?" she whispers.

"Well..." you only managed one word before you were blushing, feeling the heat crawling up your face, and she ended up giggling now, your shoulders brushing as she leans in.

"Of course its about you, silly..." she whispers, giving one soft kiss to your cheek before taking your hand into hers.

You were grateful for her barging in with her answer, thankful she didn't let more time pass by of you being all flushed.

Soon, you nudge her shoulder gently by using your own, leaning in to her. "Wanna know a song we could play together?" you ask, gently letting go of her hand.

"Mmn?" she hums softly in question, raising her eyebrows as she waits patiently for your next sentence. You smile softly, and start playing the starting of 'New Year's Day.'

Her lips curl up further, and she lightly brushed your left hand away so she could play half the chords. You giggled, and let her intertwine your hands that weren't on the keys.

"You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi..." you whisper, feeling the small squeeze on your hands, and your heart was about to burst.

"I can tell that its gonna be a long road..." she continues, following along.

"I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe..." you look to her, smiling softly, directing it right to her heart. Her eyes searched yours, in vulnerability and love.

"Or if you strike out and you're crawlin' home." you lower your head, softening your face, and she knows you mean whenever she gets tired after a long day of work, or much worse. The meanings changed for her when you were the one who's singing.

You take a breath in. "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," she sung in time with you, playing gently.

"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." Taylor's voice went on alone with the line, then yours came with the next.

"Please..don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I could recognize anywhere..." the lyrics were under your breath, and she nods in encouragement.

"Hold on to the memories they will hold on to you."

"Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh...I..could recognize anywhere..." the ending was passed between the two of you, taking turns in your own situated words.

"And I will hold onto you." she finishes off the song with a lean in to your lips, meeting in a sweet kiss.

"Happy New Year's, baby."

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