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#ugh I love old wedding stuff

differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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heya! i loved your ol:ba headcannons, and i saw your post asking for requests, so i thought i'd sneak in here and ask for some more? have a wonderful day!

Sure, this is fun! And you too!

-- Baxter and Derek LOVE each other. Baxter would eat him up with a spoon. It doesn't matter if you end up with Derek and then reconnect with Baxter, if you end up with Baxter and introduce him to Derek, or end up with Cove and they meet at the wedding, this is the bromance we need to be talking about.

-- I thought about this because I was playing the wedding DLC last night and when you call Derek to ask him to be in the wedding party he answers "Hi, this is Derek," like yeah buddy, this isn’t 1999 on a landline, I know exactly who I'm calling. It was so cute and polite and formal, so I thought about Baxter's old texting style and how adorable it would be for them to communicate, then boom, they are best friends.

-- Baxter thinks Derek is the most charming person in the entire world, and he appreciates how well he was raised. He likes that he always opens doors and pulls out chairs. Derek does all the old-fashioned gentleman stuff too, like he always makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, if you're cold and he has at least one stitch of clothing on, you're getting it, and Baxter thinks that just so nice.

-- This isn't unique at all, but I like to think that you do all three Step 4s -- so regardless of romance, you go to your moms' anniversary with Cove, spend Father's Day with Derek, and meet up with Baxter at the wedding. So even if you end up with Derek, you make friends with Baxter again, and can you imagine planning a wedding with Derek when you and Baxter are solid buds? I love it so much.

-- One more one more -- Baxter and Derek making friends and Baxter going over to the Suarez house for events. Nicolas is OBSESSED with him, he's such a weirdo and plus Xavier likes him so that's an automatic win. But Derek's parents take Baxter in too, and now he's got a place to spend Father's Day and it just makes him feel so warm and cozy.

-- Is there another guy in this series LOL

-- There's at least a 90% chance that you cut Cove's hair for him. If you reeeeeally aren't comfortable with it then obviously he won't force it, but it just makes sense to him for you to trim it up for him when he needs it so he doesn't have to make it a whole thing. If you don't do a good job, that's ok with him -- you tried your best and he loves you for it!

-- Do you and Cove have a kid? Cove is that kid's doodle pad, and he gets at least one tattoo of a lil baby drawing your kid did. You might have to convince him not to do it every time. He loves that baby more than anything and the thought of having a little piece of them with him always, ugh, he really likes that.

-- Baxter loves cats and wants one very badly but he does that whole thing for a while where he doesn't feel like he deserves affection from any other living beings, so you'll have to talk him into it. But when you do, that cat is his child.

-- I'm not saying Baxter is in danger of turning into a crazy cat lady, but you might want to keep an eye on it.

-- "Baxter, did you spend $500 on this fancy robot litter box?" "Yes."

-- Baxter (I am currently on a Baxter kick, sorry) references magic several times throughout the story. Honestly I don't really know what else to day about this, but I think it's really sweet and important that he talks about it more than once.

-- Both Cove and Derek canonically like it when you wear their clothes, but Baxter likes to wear yours. It doesn't matter if you're smaller than him or if you wear traditionally feminine clothes, he wants in them. they smell like you and remind him of you, especially if you're long distance in the beginning after Jude and Scott's wedding. He's not going to like go out in them, but he'll wear your hoodie around the house for sure.

-- This also isn't like a hot take I don't think, but none of the boys ever change, ever. Like they grow and stuff, but if you're with Cove, he's going to be clingy and have heart eyes for you when you're 80, and there literally will not be a day that goes by for the rest of your entire life that he doesn't tell you that he loves you -- guy is going to be on his deathbed and blushing when you tell him how you feel about him. Likewise, Derek is going to be Derek forever -- always just so so excited to be with you. Hope you can handle literal decades of "it's Derek Day." Baxter does have a lot of settling to do, but please imagine a 90-year-old man smirking at you and giving you those flirty little lines. He'll never stop.

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cricketnationrise · 4 months

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Congratulations on 500!!! 🎉🎉 Extremely well deserved!

How about Zahra, 9:37pm, somewhere in England (I leave where exactly entirely up you)?

I'm on ao3 as hwaelweg 💙

for you my lovely, I have a lil date night moment for Zahra and Shaan. hope you love it, and thanks for being AMAZING and screaming about books with me 💜🦗

want your own ficlet? my followers can submit prompts based on these guidelines through January 31, 2024

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9:37pm, london

Zahra looks around from her perch at the bar. The pub is all dark wood and the smell of decades of smoke sunk into the furniture. It’s the most stereotypical English pub she could ever have pictured, and she’d never admit it out loud, but she fucking loves it. There’s classic rock playing quietly over the speakers, often drowned out by the laughter of the group of students in one corner. A pair of old men, who look like they might be part of the architecture, are putting away more Guinness than she’s ever seen in one sitting. Someone’s playing darts near the back, for fuck’s sake.

She’d love the place even more if her goddamn fianceé was here with her, but she of all people understands an unconventional working schedule. Especially when the Claremont-Diaz family is even tangentially involved. If she had a nickel for everytime she dismissed that little annoying popup in Outlook that says “Send during normal working hours instead?” she’d be set for life.

“Another round, dear?”

“I—” A buzz from her phone interrupts and she glances at it, heart giving an excited little wriggle when she sees Shaan’s name pop up. (Well actually he’s saved as “Shawn S” in her phone—a preventative measure against overly-curious June, never-me-a-boundary-he-didn’t-try-to-cross Alex, and too-smart-for-her-own-good Nora. She’ll change it once Ellen’s second term ends and she doesn’t have to interact with those assholes in person on a regular basis. (Shaan had laughed so hard he cried when he found out—Zahra had hit him with a pillow.))

5 minutes. See you soon, love.

>move that perfect ass srivastava >i miss you and stuff

“Sorry about that,” she says to the bartender, a no-nonsense older woman. She runs the pub with kindness hiding an iron fist and Zahra liked her from the moment she sat down. “I will take another round, and can I also get a whiskey ginger?”

“Jack Daniels okay?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

Another burst of screaming laughter covers the tinkle of the bell above the door, but the chilly gust of air at her back makes Zahra turn around. The smile that stretches her mouth at the sight of Shann is soft, loving, and completely involuntary. Thank fucking god Alex isn’t here right now. He’d never let her hear the end of how sappy she looks right now. (Alex once tried to high-five her for locking down that suave motherfucker and Zahra had given him a look that made him hide behind Henry.)

“Everything sorted then?” she asks, tipping her face up to meet Shaan’s. He kisses her quickly and sits on the stool next to her.

“Yeah. I finally got a hold of Gavin so that Alex can “sneak out” to the V&A with Henry tonight.”

“Thank god. Now I won’t have to listen to him freak out about the logistics of proposing anymore.”

Shaan just raises an eyebrow as he sips his drink. “He’ll just bother you about wedding details instead.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

“I am sorry I kept you waiting tonight.”

Zahra tips her head onto Shaan’s shoulder. “I’ve done it to you enough times. I get it.”

Shaan slings the hand not holding his glass around her waist. Zahra can feel the warmth of him even through their layers of clothing and slumps a little further into his space, utterly trusting him to keep them both upright. They stay like that for a while, not talking, just basking in the fact that they are together and free of their charges for the night. So often they are only in the same country because of some international policy issue. Zahra lets herself sink into the moment, reveling in the rare chance to just sit quietly at a bar with the man she loves.

“This is a good spot. Cozy. Quaint,” she eventually says, gesturing vaguely at their surroundings.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s one of my favorite pubs in London.” He hesitates, eyes distant, then drops his voice and continues. “Arthur and Catherine used to sneak out and come here on dates, actually.”

“Oh?” Zahra sits up so she can look at him properly. He doesn’t talk about the time he was Arthur’s equerry that often, and she doesn’t want to miss anything. From what he has said, she can tell it was a similar relationship to the one she has with Ellen. Close friendship, fierce protectiveness, and a hold-nothing-back, bantering sense of humor—closer to family than employee and employer.

“They’d put on casual clothes and ballcaps and make a break for it when her mother got particularly overbearing. I followed discreetly—”

“Of course.”

“To make sure they had a back up plan. And then once Catherine got pregnant, they stopped pretending they didn’t know I was there and invited me to join them. The three of us spent many a late night here, just talking.”

“Sounds great.”

“It was. I—I miss him a lot. But it’s been a pleasure to watch Henry grow into himself. He’s more like Arthur than even he knows.”

He falls silent again, and Zahra smiles at the soft look on his face. He really is disgustingly handsome, people should be absurdly jealous of her life. She kisses the side of his neck, unable—unwilling—to hold in her affection any longer.

“Take me home?” she asks. “I want to not be wearing clothes with a zipper any more.”

“I’d be delighted, Ms. Bankston.”

#cricket writes #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #zahra bankston #shaan srivastava #otp: weaponized competence #thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl #also some Arthur feels snuck in there #just crept in while I was looking the other way #whoops

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panlight · 2 months

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Hi! I love your blog and your opinions so i've been thinking about some stuff. I don't know if you received this already and i'm sorry if you did. Ive been reading some fics, post BD canon, and thought about some stufff. Especially about nessie/jacob. I have no ideia how this will play out. Do you think the cullens will have to leave the town by the time nessie reach maturity? i think so, considering theyve been there for 8 years and carlisle will have to be what, 33?

If so, what will happen to jacob? he will tag along with nessie, of course, but what about his alpha duties? he will be far from his family for the next 80 years? that sounds so fucked up. i simply cannot imagine how stephanie thinks this is a good thing. nessie cant have children once she reaches maturity (even tho i DOUBT smeyer will leave her without children) so her child will have to turn into a vampire later? she wouldnt make ness/jacob lose their child. or shell make ness pregnant before she turns seven?

Anyways, another question: how do you think Edward (and bella and the cullens) will react to jacob/ness wedding and pregnancy? Some fics show edward pissed the fuck off but some hes just okay, having accepted the fate (he had 7 years to get over it). Also, i'm pretty sure he'll flip on jacob if they have sex before marriage and the thought of nessie being married at 7 years old terrifies me. i doubt they'd wait until marriage, tho. they are young and non mormon i mean, i'm sure smeyer will make them wait for marriage and have renesmee married AND knocked up before she reaches full maturity. but realistically, they wouldnt wait till marriage and i hope they wait long before marrying. what are your thoughts? how would edward, especially, react to marriage/pregnancy and pre marital sex? sorry for the long ask. i've been spiriling around twilight after some years hehe

The whole thing is just such a nightmare that I have to hope she "did not think it through" because the idea that she DID think it through and thought "yes this is great!" is even worse.

She HAS said that "the lovely thing about Jacob and Nessie relationship is that as long as he keeps phasing, he won't age." Which implies to me that a) she does intend for them to be a romantic couple in the future and b) she does intend for them both to be immortal.

The full maturity at 7 years feels so much like a "ugh I don't want to have to wait to write about her as a grown up so let's just skip ahead" sort of cheat to me, but again . . . did she think that through? The logic I've seen some fans apply is basically like, well different species reach maturity at different ages. A cat is an adult after about one year, while we think of humans becoming adults at around 18 years. Renesmee's not human, she's a hybrid and for her species adulthood is reached in 7 years so there's nothing 'bad' about it. But like . .. the optics? Terrible. And she's only been alive/on earth for seven years. She's only had seven years of life experience. That's . . . that's REALLY uncomfortable to think about. Physically she might be an adult, maybe even mentally in terms of brain development, but emotionally? Socially? Especially compared to Jacob's 20+ years of life experience at that point.

And given SM's questionable relationship with science and biology, I honestly kind of expect that she'll let Renesmee have children even after the seven years. I think that's the reason that female hybrids aren't venomous. That she's set THAT up to be like "oh they're not venomous . . . so they can get pregnant!" and Renesmee will be fertile until her eggs run out. But that's assuming that her reproductive system is anything like a human's and SM could fully just be like "oh it's not!!! she is fertile every 7 years and will always have twins" or whatever she invents (I think they will have twins because twins run in Jacob's family and while that's Not How That Works it seems like a set-up for super-amazing wolfpire hybrid twins who save the world).

In canon, Edward and Bella will probably be fine with it? SM sees this as a happy ending for Jacob (he gets his predestined soulmate) and a happy ending for Bella (she gets to keep her best friend around forever . . . as a son-in-law???) so I don't think she'll have them feel anything but normal parental feelings about seeing their little girl grow up and get married. She'll write something about Edward seeing the love in Jacob and Renesmee's minds and while Bella might be lowkey a little jealous she'll tell herself she's happy for them blah blah blah.

The headcanons of Renesmee rebelling or becoming evil or breaking the imprint are probably all more REALISTIC to what someone growing up in that nightmare of a situation would do, but I don't think that's what SM is imagining here at all. I think it will be about a girl who doesn't feel like she fits in, oh woe is me, a lonely hybrid. Nahuel will come back and there will be a love triangle with him and Jacob, because Nahuel is like her and understands, is the only male of her species and she's the only female who isn't his sister. But in the end she picks Jacob because "he's always been there for me . . . since the moment I was born" (BLECH) and they'll have amazing twins with powers that will somehow be able to stop the Volturi when they come back.

And yeah Jacob will be stuck living with the Cullens, or at least with Nessie, for the rest of forever. Maybe once Nessie's an adult they'll travel independently, but they are immortal and don't age, they can't stay in one place forever. Maaaaaybe in La Push if everyone's in on the secret, but canonically not everyone is. And how IS he supposed to be a good leader for his community if his #1 priority is being whatever Nessie, a half-vampire, needs? It's a huge conflict of interest and super unfair to him.

#asks #long posts #anti jacob/nessie

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sweetchcolate · 4 months

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I LOVE your posts about Sugar Apple Fairy Tale and just read your fanfic about Rafael visiting a pregnant Ann and loved it! I hope you write more fanfics on Sugar Apple Fairy Tale and can I request you write about Ann and Shall's wedding. IT WOULD FILL ME WISH SO MUCH JOY THAT YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE!

fandom: sugar apple fairy tale words: 5677 title: wedding prep shenanigans summary: A humorous glimpse into the weeks leading up to Anne and Shall’s wedding as their friends and guests show up one after the other.

also available on ao3!

A/N: Hiya, this ask is from late august/early september, so thank you for waiting all this time!

It's more on the funny/gen side since my last fic (spillover) was 100% pure fluff, but there was no way I could write about Anne and Shall's wedding without involving all the friends the two made over their adventures.

Thank you for waiting! I hope it was worth it!

As a heads-up, there are some spoilers for events in future LN volumes in Keith's section. It starts when he says "Ah, I was thinking out loud…" and ends when you read "It had been a worrisome whirlwind of drama and tragedy."

(And the changes of spelling between Cat and Kat are on purpose, depending on who talks to him. When it's Cat, it's because they're referencing the animal).

Despite the distance separating them, when Alph Hingley, Keith Powell, Hugh Mercury, Bridget Page, Elliot Collins, and the many other friends Anne and Shall made over the years received a notice for the wedding ceremony of a certain sugar master and an obsidian fairy, they all shared the same thought.

It’s about time.

Followed immediately by: wait, if I received an invitation, then who’s planning this?

Bridget, with her fiancé Orland and her ex-fiancé Elliot in tow, was the first one to arrive, of course. She greeted Anne with a warm hug, gave a solemn nod to Shall fen Shall and Mythril Lid Pod, and went straight to the crux of things.

“The wedding is only weeks away! Do you have everything planned?”

“Yes.

“Your dress?”

“Almost done. The seamstress wanted to see me one or two more times to make the final adjustments.”

“And Shall’s outfit?”

“All set!”

“What about the reception?”

“Right next to the church. The head priest and the mayor said they’d lend us tables and chairs so we could eat and party outside.”

“And how many people are you expecting? Do you have a guest list?”

Anne handed over the list, which Bridget briefly skimmed through. She nodded in satisfaction.

“Who’s in the charge of the catering? Oh, and what about the sugar confection? Did you order one? Who did you ask?”

“A-about that…”

“She was planning of making her own,” Shall said, his first intervention since Bridget started grilling Anne over the details. He hadn’t looked up once from whatever he was sewing, but it was obvious he’d kept up with the conversation. “She said she didn’t want to trouble anyone.”

“Shall!” Anne cried, betrayed.

Elliot frowned. He threw an arm around Anne’s shoulders, drawing her to him. He ruffled her hair.

“That won’t do, Anne. Do you know how many people would die to make your wedding sugar sculpture? Just think of it: Hingley, Powell, Mercury, Nadir, Valentine, King, Orland, Bridget—"

“Why did you cite me last, Elliot?”

“— and of course, saving the best for last: good old me. The silver sugar viscount and the best sugar masters of this generation at your beck and call. Soooo, who’s going to be the lucky sod?”

“Can’t I pick myself?”

“Ah ah,” Elliot tutted, wagging a finger. “No, no, no. Don’t you know it’s bad luck?”

“You guys should all make a sugar confection, and then we can choose a winner on the wedding day!” Mythril piped up.

“We? I wasn’t aware this was your wedding, Mythril Lid Pod,” Shall added.

“Ugh, you know what I meant!”

“Yes. You meant to stuff yourself full of silver sugar.”

“I’m going to gnaw on your wedding tunic.”

“No you won’t!” Bridget cut in. “Do you know how expensive those clothes are? Oh! I almost forgot! What about cosmetics? And your hair?”

Anne blanched, and that was an answer in and of itself.

“Anne, I can’t believe you! Come on, we’re going to Lewiston right now!”

“B-but the wedding isn’t for another mont—”

Shall, Mythril, Elliot, and Orland watched the blonde woman drag her friend. They were all quiet. Elliot made the prayer sign one would for the deceased.

Orland smacked him. To Shall, he said: “Aren’t you going to help Anne out? She’s your fiancée.”

“And she’s being dragged around by your fiancée,” Shall retorted. The implication was clear: if you’re not going to stop her, don’t expect me to.

“Hm.”

No one pointed out that the obsidian fairy, a one-man army of his own, could easily have prevented the women from leaving if he was so inclined. Keyword being ‘inclined”. No one could convince Shall (or Bridget for that matter) to do anything they didn’t want to unless you were called Anne Halford.

Mythril repeated the gesture Elliot made moments earlier.

“Yo.”

“Kat!”

Anne’s face positively lit up, shrieking when the older sugar master lifted her up in a bear hug. The gesture might be uncharacteristic coming from him, but hey, it wasn’t every day that his apprentice-figure was getting married. She deserved the rare show of affection.

“Hiya Anne,” Benjamin said once she was back on the ground. He was as cool and relaxed as ever. “Congratulations on the wedding~”

“Thank you, Benjamin! But it’s still two weeks away.”

“Oh good, we’re early~ The weather was just awful in Snowpoint, I thought we wouldn’t make it.”

“It smells good in here, small stuff,” Kat said. “What’s cooking?”

“An apple pie! I wanted to make a big one for the wedding, so Bridget and I are trying to figure out the right proportions. Want to be our taste-tester?”

“I won’t say no to free food.”

He followed Anne, finding Bridget, Orland, and Elliot huddled around a stove. Or rather, it was more accurate to say Elliot was huddled around the stove. Orland was holding the hearth door open while Bridget put a knife to a delicious-smelling pie. The air was filled with the scent of clove and cinnamon.

“Oooo, Hingley. That’s a nostalgic face if I’ve seen one.”

“Why am I not surprised to find you here, you freeloader.” Kat rolled his eyes. “Langston, Page. Congrats on your engagement again.”

“Thank you,” they answered in unison. Bridget added: “I think the pie is ready. Once it cools, we can eat.”

“Apple pie?” someone shouted from outside. “Wait for me! Don’t you dare eat without the great Mythril Lid Pod!”

It wasn’t long before Mythril showed up, perched on Shall’s shoulders. The two (or rather, the latter) had gone to chop some wood, the supply depleting faster with the addition of Bridget, Orland, and Elliot.

It was also a good way to keep the insatiable Mythril out of the way, lest he try to eat the apple pie dough raw.

“Oh, hi Kat! I thought I recognized your wagon outside! See, Shall fen Shall? I told you it was his!”

“Thank you for your wisdom,” Shall answered, more sarcasm than actual gratitude.

“Rude as ever, huh, Shall,” Kat said, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

“Done hibernating, mister Cat? Glad you could make it to the wedding.”

“Hey, play nice.”

“No, no, let them, Anne.” Elliot snickered. “It’s free entertainment!”

“At least I’m doing something. You’re just lazing around, Collins.”

“Hey, hey. I’ll have you know I’m here on official Page workshop business.”

“Oh, really? And what is that?”

“We’ve got a wedding sugar confection for a very important client.”

“And where is that sugar confection? I only saw a regular carriage outside, not a crafter’s wagon.”

“Oh, that’s easy. It’s still in my head!”

“You lazy ass—”

While Elliot and Kat bickered, Anne scooted over to Shall, helping him put the wood away.

“It sure has gotten more lively,” she whispered.

“Has it? I tuned them all out since day one.”

Anne shoved him slightly, but the grin on her face betrayed her amusement. “Don’t tell Mythril Lid Pod, or we won’t hear the end of it.”

“Ha. I don’t think we’ll ever have trouble hearing him.”

She held her hands out to take another log. Shall took the opportunity to bring her hand to his mouth, using his body to hide the gesture from their friends. It wasn’t like he had trouble with displays of affections, but Anne and he could do without the teasing.

Especially Collins’s.

“Only two more weeks,” he murmured, voice pitched low, just enough to reach Anne’s ears. She felt every twist of his lips, every syllable pressed in her skin. In the low light, Shall’s eyes gleamed a beautiful dark amethyst.

She blushed, feeling warm, and squeezed his hand back with a shy smile.

“Hey, lovebirds! Get over here before the shrimp eats your share of the pie,” Elliot interrupted with his oh-so-great timing. True to his words, Mythril’s cheeks were full, resembling a squirrel.

Shall and Anne exchanged a look, sharing similar thoughts. Those would be the longest two weeks of their lives.

“I wasn’t expecting everyone to be here already… I’m a bit embarrassed.”

“You’re right on time actually, Keith! Bridget came in early because she wanted to help with the wedding prep, and Elliot and Orland tagged along. And Kat left Snowpoint ahead of time because he didn’t want to be stuck if the roads got snowed in.”

“Still, if I had known, I would have pushed for mister Radcliffe to let me out much earlier.” Keith pointed to the back of his wagon with a hopeful smile. “I hope my sculpture will make it up to you. It’s one of the pieces I’m most proud of!”

“I’m looking forward to it! What did you make?”

“That’s a secret. I can’t have you spoiling your own wedding gift.”

Anne pouted. “Everybody’s so cagey! First, it’s Bridget kicking me out of the venue, then Elliot telling me I can’t go home because he and Orland are making my wedding candy on behalf of the Page workshop.”

“What about Shall? And mister Hingley?”

“They’re checking with the innkeeper if we have enough rooms for all the guests.”

So far, all five artisans and three fairies had piled up in Anne’s and Shall’s home, with Anne and Shall sharing the master bedroom, Bridget in the guest room, Elliot and Orland in the other, and Kat and Mythril sleeping downstairs in the living room. However, after the reception, Anne and Shall would want for intimacy on their wedding night, and so their friends needed somewhere else where to sleep.

“The two of them? Will they be alright?” Keith asked, referencing to Kat’s short temper and Shall’s ability to get a rise out just about anyone with pinpoint precision. The two men got along like… well… cat and dog.

“Mythril Lid Pod’s with them, but if I had known everyone would give me the boot, I would have gone with them,” Anne sighed.

“In that case, do you know what to do when something’s bothering you?”

“Run and leave it all behind, right?”

Keith blinked, but a pleased smile appeared on his face. “I’m surprised you remember that. It’s been so long ago.”

“Of course! I was under a lot of stress back then, you know? Your words were a big help, they really cheered me up.”

“Just my words?” he teased.

“You know what I mean!”

He laughed. “I’m glad I could help.”

They lapsed into comfortable silence, watching the flowers sway in the slight spring breeze. All the snow had already melted, and the land was slowly regaining its colors, waking up from a long deep sleep.

“To think you’re getting married…” Keith murmured under his breath.

“Hm?”

“Ah, I was thinking out loud…” He sighed. There was something wistful, but also peaceful about his smile. “Talking about the past got me feeling nostalgic. To think that back then, our biggest worry was whether we’d make silver sugar master.”

True. A lot happened in just a few short years: Anne and Shall’s abduction by his brother Rafael fen Rafael, Shall taking his responsibilities as a potential fairy king and bargaining with the human king to slowly give fairies back their autonomy, Rafael fen Rafael’s return, and Anne and Shall almost dying at his hands and paying the price of surviving such an ordeal with their memories (Anne of her painstakingly hard-earned sugar crafting skills, Shall of his meeting with Anne and all those she brought to his life)…

It had been a worrisome whirlwind of drama and tragedy, but their happy ending was finally within reach.

And not just Anne’s and Shall’s… everyone’s: Bridget and Orland were engaged and most likely the next to get married; Elliot had assumed the reigns of the workshop, taking the strain off Glen’s shoulders; the Page workshop was flourishing ever since the Holy Beginnings exhibit; Kat and Keith kept up their work as sugar masters, refining their skills and gaining in recognition.

Everyone was moving forward towards a bright future.

But a part of Anne missed the old days, a time where life was much simpler.

“This might sound silly, but I hope we all stay in touch. I… I don’t want us to drift apart,” she said, fighting to get the words out of her tightening throat. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of sadness and bittersweetness.

“Of course.” Keith patted her on the back, kind and comforting, and the gesture almost made Anne lose her composure. She sniffed the tears back. “We can meet up for the Royal Fair, for the Holy Beginnings, for Valentine’s day… Your birthday’s on the sixth month, right? So that will be our summer reunion.”

“If we only gathered for my birthday, that’d be unfair.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s come up with our own summer holiday, then. That way, no one’s jealous.”

Anne laughed, shaky. “As long as I don’t have to come up with the name.”

“You can design incredible sugar sculptures to wow royalty, but you’re stumped by names?”

“Hey! I’m a silver sugar master, not a name master!”

He laughed. Keith kept on patting her back until she felt better. She was truly lucky to have such an attentive and thoughtful person as a friend.

“Keith?”

“Hm?”

There was so much she wanted to thank him for, but she doubted she could ever convey the depths of her feelings, so Anne poured all her gratitude, her happiness, and her appreciation into two simple words: “Thank you.”

Keith wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed. He whispered, barely a murmur on the wind, “Anytime.”

“Anne! Anne! Congratulations on the wedding!”

“Actually, it’s ‘congratulations on the engagement.’”

Noah ignored Valentine’s correction, clinging to Anne. “Can I see your dress?”

“Not today!” Anne laughed at the fairy’s pout. “Don’t worry, you’ll see it in two days.”

“But that’s too faaaaaaaar.”

“Noah.” It was Glen who spoke. The older man was on the edge of his seat, waiting for Anne and Noah to clear the way so he could get off the carriage. “If you’re that excited, why don’t you go check the church? That’s where the ceremony will be held.”

“Oh, in that case, could you tell Bridget, Orland, and Elliot that mister Glen is here?” Anne added.

“Will do!”

And just as quickly as he had latched onto Anne, Noah was off. Nadir and Valentine sputtered, giving Anne their regards before running after the fairy. Noah might be older than them both, but he was as innocent and carefree as a child.

“Mister Glen. You seem to be doing well.”

“I am. I feel much better these days.” Glen stood and Anne hovered nearby just in case, but the older man managed to make his way out of the carriage on his own. He regarded her warmly. “I believe you’ve grown. I don’t remember you being this tall.”

“I think you shrank, mister Glen,” King said. He waved at Anne. “Yo, thanks for the invitation. And congrats!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you could make it!”

“Of course. You’re one of us, even if you don’t work for the workshop officially anymore,” Glen said. “If you had told us earlier, we could have organized you a grand wedding. But what’s done is done. Are you all set?”

“Yes! Bridget was a big help. I thought I had everything handled, but there was so much more left than I expected!”

“The missy planned her own wedding months ahead. She knows her stuff.”

“Before I forget. Here.” Glen handed Anne a leather pouch, heavy and thick. There was a tinkling sound when he moved it, almost like that of coins. “For you.”

“Wait, why are you giving this to me? Are you not staying?”

“Don’t look so alarmed. I wouldn’t miss your wedding like I wouldn’t miss my daughter’s. This is a long overdue payment.”

“For what?”

“For your time as our head artisan.”

Anne blinked. She had assumed that role years ago, her goal to retrieve Shall’s wing, then to fulfill her promise to revive the Page workshop. It had never been about money.

“Mister Glen, I can’t—”

“Can’t accept it? It’s rude to refuse a gift, you know?”

“Just take it, or he’ll just ask Noah to hide it so you can’t return it to us,” King said.

Anne sighed. All her friends said she was stubborn and impossible to sway once her mind was set, but they were as equally headstrong when they wanted to be.

“Thank you, mister Glen. I appreciate it.”

“Treat yourself, Anne.” He patted her shoulder. “It’s good manners to make use of the gifts you’re given. It shows your appreciation more than saying thanks ever will.”

She was working on that, on relying on her friends, on accepting their goodwill and affection (whether through money, gifts, food or kind words) without falling back on old habits of doing everything on her own.

“Then I’ll buy myself some strawberry cakes. I’ve been craving those for a while.”

“That’s the spirit,” he laughed.

Anne flopped around like a fish out of water, sleep eluding her. Shall sat up from the bedding they’d laid on the ground, next to the bed — he would have been more than happy sleeping with Anne, but she’d claimed it improper before the ceremony. His guess was that she was still shy with anything beyond hugs and kisses, but also didn’t want to risk Mythril finding them twined together which… fair enough — and leaned in, cheek against his palm.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can see that. Too excited for tomorrow?”

“I… I kind of don’t want tomorrow to come.” Anne gasped and put her hands to her mouth, as if she realized how her words could be interpreted only after the fact. “Ah, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I…"

He let her talk. With her tendency to ramble, her true feelings would come spilling out sooner and later. And his patience was rewarded.

“I’m so happy, you know? The past few weeks were so fun, with everyone coming and staying over. I didn’t realize how long it’s been since we were all together. But once the wedding’s over, everyone will leave… we’ll all go back to living our own lives…” She sniffed, voice shaking. “I know it’s silly, but I miss everyone. I miss them even though they haven’t left.”

Shall was reminded of Hugh’s words, many years ago — words he knew true, but words he’d never forgiven the man for since they meant to separate him from Anne. “Humans get used to comfort so quickly, they forget how to go back to their old lives.”

They seemed to sum Anne’s feelings perfectly.

“The Page headquarters are a day of travel away from here, and Lewiston less than half a day. Cat also gave you his shop, but you know him. He’ll show up to check on you once in a while,” he told her, cupping her face. This caused Anne’s unshed tears to bead at the corners of her eyes, and he wiped them away with his thumb. “Those you love and who love you will always be close to you, no matter the distance. But if the feeling gets too unbearable and you want to see them again, then let’s hit the road together.”

Anne’s smile was wobbly, but it was a start. He opened his arms, and she gladly went for a hug, burying her face against his chest as her shoulders shook quietly. He patted her hair, and she relaxed in his embrace after a while. She smelled nice and she was soft to hold.

“Thank you. I feel much better.”

“You should go to sleep. You have a long day tomorrow.”

“Oh, and you don’t?”

“I don’t need as much sleep as you.”

“I know. It’s so unfair. Do you know how much more work I could get done otherwise?”

“You’d just throw yourself at silver sugar until you passed out from exhaustion. Which you have before.”

“What if it’s just an excuse so you’ll carry me to bed?”

Such underhanded schemes weren’t like Anne, but he humored her just the same. “Just ask me then. No need to go to such extremes.”

“Hey, you guys still awake? Is this a bad time?”

At Mythril’s voice, Anne scooted out of Shall’s laps, putting a respectable distance between them. She ignored the disgruntled expression on his face. “No, we were just talking. Did we wake you?”

“Nah, I wanted to check the moon. It’s overhead, which means it’s now officially your wedding day!” He sauntered over to them and held out two small boxes. “And I wanted to be the first one to give you your gifts!”

Shall and Anne shared a look before taking the gifts. Shall’s was a pendant in the shape a golden full moon, the metal so polished it reflected his face. He glanced over to Anne. She had received the same thing.

“They’re matching necklaces!” Mythril exclaimed, taking his own out. “When we’re apart and you get lonely, just look at it and remember we’re all under the same sky, watching the same moon.”

Huh. Did he listen in on them or was it just an incredible coincidence? Then again, it was possible Mythril had picked up Anne’s underlying fears over the past weeks — he could be surprisingly perceptive.

Anne, whose emotions were already running high, was once again on the verge of tears, but she looked touched, rather than sad.

“Oh, Mythril…”

“H-hey, are you crying? Why are you crying? Do you hate it that much? Don’t cry, Anne, I’ll get you something else! S-shall fen Shall, help! Do something!”

“They’re tears of happiness, dummy.”

“Huh? Don’t be stupid, how can you cry from being happy?”

Anne shook her head with a small laugh, scooping the tiny fairy and bringing him close to her chest. She cupped one hand around his body and gently laid her cheek on the top of his head in the best approximation of a hug she could manage considering their size difference.

“Thank you so much, Mythril Lid Pod. I love it,” she whispered, overflowing with gratefulness.

He clutched at her front, cheeks pink and eyes downcast in embarrassment. “...you’re welcome.”

Anne set him down, wiping her eyes, and stood. “I just keep crying lately. I’m going to freshen up. I’ll be right back.”

Shall nodded. Mythril sat down on Shall’s pillow, playing with his necklace. It was quiet, if not for the occasional sniff coming from the small fairy. Shall didn’t comment on it.

“Hey, Shall fen Shall?�� Mythril said after a while.

“Hm?”

Another sniff, longer. “I think I get it. Happy tears.”

Shall snorted softly.

“Hey, Shall fen Shall?”

“What?”

“Can I sleep on your pillow tonight?”

Looked like Anne wasn’t the only one hit with a bout of nostalgia and dreading separation.

It had been a while since they all slept in the same room. It was a necessity at first, born from the fact Anne barely had enough money to afford even a single room in inns. Even after she’d won the thousand cress prize in Philax, she kept her frugal ways.

It was only after the second royal fair, once Anne made sugar master and established her reputation, earning herself a commendable wage, that they started to rent extra beds or, on rare occasions, extra rooms.

And then everything went down the drain when Rafael fen Rafael returned, upheaving their normalcy. Once things had settled down, their new normal was for Mythril to sleep on his own while Shall kept watch over Anne, sitting in a chair or lying in nearby bedding.

This would be the first (and probably the last) time in months they would share a room.

“Fine.”

“Please, please, please! I promise I won’t make a peep! I’ll even— what did you say?”

Shall laid down, covering himself with his blanket. “Go to sleep, Mythril Lid Pod. It’s late.”

When Anne came back, she found Shall and Mythril lying side by side. The smaller fairy was sprawled out like a star, his eyes closed. Not wanting to be left out, she slipped in with them. Shall scooted backwards to give her more space.

“Good night, you two,” Anne said.

“G’night Anne… Shall fen Shhhh…”

It wasn’t long before the two were asleep. Shall adjusted the covers over them and watched over the two people most precious to him.

“Don’t!”

“You can’t!”

“Someone, stop him!”

“Easy for you to say!”

“What’s all this ruckus about?” Bridget asked, pulling away from where she was putting the final touches on Anne’s make-up. She frowned at the muffled screaming. The door to the dressing room shook and rattled, as if someone was leaning against it.

“Bridget, you gotta help us!” Elliot shouted from behind. “Lock the door!”

“What’s going on, Elliot?”

“Move aside,” Shall said. His voice might be muffled, but his annoyance was clear.

“I told you man; it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony!”

“That’s ridiculous. I should be able to see my wife whenever I want.”

“You’re not married yet, you dumbass. Show some patience.” It was Kat.

“Actually, they are. They signed the paperwork months ago.”

Mythril gasped, as if realizing he had let slip something he shouldn’t have.

Too late. It was like someone had sucked all the sound out. You could hear people’s breathing with how quiet it was.

“What?” pretty much everyone shouted in unison. Bridget turned to Anne, gaping, whereas Noah tilted his head in confusion, not understanding the fuss.

Anne would have buried her face in her hands if she didn’t risk ruining her make-up. Of course this would get brought up right before the ceremony and in front of all of their friends. Gathering the poofy skirt of her wedding dress, she made her way out of the dressing room, intent to explain the situation.

Instantly, six pairs of hands blocked Shall’s line of sight. The fairy huffed.

“When Shall and I looked for someone who could officiate our marriage, most of the priests we asked refused to.” Many of them had squirmed at the idea of a human and a fairy marrying, the result of decades, if not centuries, of subconsciously ingrained bias. “I told Hugh about this, and he said that as silver sugar viscount, he was authorized to oversee our marriage. So we signed the paperwork with him and Mythril as our witnesses.”

The silent was thick and heavy, everyone processing the information. It was Elliot who broke down first, bursting with laughter.

“That’s— that’s—” He could barely speak with how hard he was laughing. “Oh man, and you guys call me a schemer.”

“It wasn’t like we were trying to hide it!” Anne retorted, cheeks puffing. “It was just a formality.”

“Only you would call being married on paper ‘a formality.’”

“Because it is!”

“Sorry to break it you, kiddo, but that paperwork is as binding as any vow. As far as the kingdom’s concerned, you’ve been husband and wife for months now,” Hugh added with a smirk. He looked all too pleased and amused at Anne’s embarrassment. “Though I suppose if you asked Shall, he’d say it’s been even longer.”

The fairy crossed his arms, but didn’t deny Hugh’s claims. Anne was glad for the heavy layers on her face because she was sure her blush would have been as bright as the sun. She certainly felt as warm.

“You look very pretty, Anne,” Keith said, changing the subject. It triggered a flood of compliments from the other guests, their kind words overlapping.

“Yeah, you look great!”

“Beautiful.”

“Hey, where’s your veil?”

“I got it!”

“You’re all doing this on purpose,” Shall grumbled. He could easily have plowed through the crowd to check on Anne or moved aside the hands blocking his vision, but he had grown tolerant of his friends’ shenanigans.

Anne was filled with a surge of appreciation for her fiancé. He had come so far compared to when they first met.

“If you’re all ready, how about we proceed with the ceremony?” Glen said.

“Go on ahead, everyone. There’s something I want to say to Shall.”

Her friends looked at Anne, then back at Shall, uncertain.

“Shall, are your eyes closed?”

“They are.”

“There you have it. I promise I’ll be quick.”

Satisfied, they all filed down the hallway, headed for the altar, leaving Anne alone with Shall.

Given the opportunity, she took in her fiancé’s (husband’s) appearance. He had always been a beautiful man, with fair smooth skin, glossy dark hair, high cheekbones, and a sharp jaw. His striking features made people’s heads turn.

Some might find his wedding outfit simple — a long dark tunic over breeches, with jewel-patterned embroidery lining his shoulders, his sleeves, and his lapels — but in Anne’s opinion, it only made him more handsome, if that was even possible.

“So you’re allowed to stare all you want, but I can’t look at you?”

“Just a little longer. Once the ceremony starts, you can look.”

Anne grabbed and squeezed his hands, a small compensation for all his patience. His hands slowly traveled up her arms, her shoulders, and curled around her jaw, as if trying to perceive her through touch since his eyes weren’t allowed. Anne felt goosebumps at the feel of Shall’s strong and slender fingers on her bare skin.

“You better not shy away,” he breathed.

“I-I won’t.” Anne felt tongue-tied by their proximity. She felt like she was getting sucked in, but she resisted the urge to move in for a kiss — she wasn’t sure she’d find the strength of will to pull away. “Sorry about earlier. I forgot to tell you about that little tradition.”

“It’s fine. I waited years, I can wait a few more minutes.”

She smiled, even if he couldn’t see it. “Then let’s not waste any more time. I’ll be going first.”

She turned around, but was stopped in her tracks as arms wrapped around her waist, firm and unyielding. There was a puff of hot air on the back of her neck, and Anne’s whole body tensed when she felt a pair of lips on her skin. She squeaked as they moved up to behind her ear. Her legs trembled and her heart was pounding in her temples.

“S-Shall…”

“Tradition says I can’t look, not that I can’t touch or taste.”

Anne’s mouth was dry. She was frozen in surprise and excitement, but just as quickly as he had embraced her, Shall let her go. There was a satisfied and smug look on his face, even with his eyes closed.

“See you soon, my future wife.”

She didn’t need to be told twice, and basically sprinted out of there before Shall got more handsy and frayed her nerves. She met with Glen right outside the doors leading to the altar. He had offered to give her away, as she didn’t have any blood family, and Anne couldn’t think of anyone better suited for the role than a father himself.

“All set?”

She took a deep breath. Her heart was doing flip-flops in her chest and her hands were faintly shaking as she linked arms with Glen. “All set.”

He smiled at her, calm and reassuring. All their friends were seated and chatting with one another, but the second she stepped in, they turned to look at her. Elliot, Nadir and King hooted, Kat, Keith, and Valentine waved, Orland nodded and Bridget smiled at her, and Mythril jumped up and down in joy.

Anne waved as she passed each row of guests. She deliberately avoided looking at Shall, waiting for her at the altar. She knew whatever expression he made would make her weak in the knees.

Glen led her down the aisle, and she swapped his arm for Shall’s. She kept looking at her feet. It would be embarrassing to stumble and fall at this point.

Finally, once they stood in front of Hugh, their officiant, she allowed herself a glance at her fiancé (and on paper husband), immediately regretting and glad for her earlier choice.

She had been right. Shall was looking at her like she was the sun and he a sunflower. His eyes were intense, half-lidded and heady, and his strong features showed a fierce warmth and passion. She felt both like running away and wanting to stay in place to bask in such a rare expression.

“Alright everyone, I’ll be officiating this ceremony. I won’t bore you with a long speech,” Hugh said. The attendees got quiet, expectant. “Anne Halford, will you take Shall fen Shall for a husband?”

“I do.”

“Shall fen Shall, will you take Anne Halford for a wife? Will you love her from now on for better or for worse? In sickness and in health? In silver sugar obsession and in creative drought? In—”

Everyone snickered and even Anne giggled quietly. It was obvious Hugh was doing this to aggravate Shall, who bore the unnecessarily prolonged vows with admirable patience. Anne could tell when he tuned Hugh out, because he rolled his eyes and decided to look at her instead. They shared a smile, expressions soft with love, as they waited for Hugh’s speech to end.

“I do.”

“Good. Any objections from the guests?”

“None! You know there’s none!” Mythril yelled. “Hurry it up!”

“Then by the powers conferred to me as silver sugar viscount, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss—”

Shall didn’t need to be told twice nor was he going to wait a second longer. In one swift move, he’d lifted Anne’s veil and leaned in to kiss his proper wife.

“—the bride. You know, it’s rude to interrupt people when they’re talking.”

Cheers and shouts and clapping and confetti and flower petals burst all around them, swallowing Hugh’s friendly teasing. Not that Anne and Shall paid any mind to anything that wasn’t their spouse. They pulled back from their kiss, grinning, forehead and nose touching. Their happiness was obvious.

And just as all those weeks ago when they received the invitation, everyone shared the same thought.

It’s about time.

#sugar apple fairy tale #my fanfiction #shallanne #happy early new year and belated s.hall bday gift!#sweetchcolate's nonsense of the day #fanfiction

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BL/QL ASK GAME : THE UGLY, THE BAD AND THE WORST

I saw that @bengiyo did this and I would like to participate!

The categories are :

Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL

I think some of the background music choices in Love in the Air/Wedding Plan were odd, mostly during SkyPrapai scenes. I think in one scene Itsy Bitsy Spider was playing and in their wedding scene some random ass old song was playing too. And I can't remember which BL it was where a Christmas Song kept playing in the background during random scenes.

Most cringe-inducing line (cute)

Pleum to Kevin: "You're lovely, trust me on that. If you weren't lovely I wouldn't fall for you from the first time we met." The cringe the cheese and he was always saying cheesy stuff like that to Kevin but I ate it up because he was sincere and so up front. We stan.

Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)

Rain to Payu: "If you don't stop being angry you're going to scare your wifey." I hate how attached MAME is to the "wifey" title for her characters. That scene was cute but that line is just ugh. And the subbers like to translate it as "Darling" but we all know the truth.

Most stupid decision made by a character

Yu Xi Gu leaving to go buy salt for that stupid soup. (History 3: Make Our Days Count)

Worst plot line

Whatever the fuck the step brothers in History 4 had going on. I could honestly move past them being step brothers if every single thing else about their storyline was not so messed up. (History 4: Close to You)

The most problematic show you’ve watched

1000% TharnType and I completely own that shit. TT was a hot ass toxic mess and I ate up every single bit of it.

A show people love but you find bad

Dark Blue and Moonlight. I just hated every single thing about that series. I hated the stupid cheating plot. I hated both of the main guys. Hated the acting. But when that shit came out I remember that people just LOVED it.

A show people find bad but you will defend

En of Love: Tossara. People found Tossara boring and I just loved their lil series. I love Gun and Bar and sure the acting was a little stiff but they gave me such a warm and cozy vibe. They were honest with each other and had relevant conversations and were mostly unproblematic.

A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it

The Best Twins. Like the plot made no sense and depending on which couple was on screen it felt like 3 series in one and some of the acting was not good but it was a funny lil series that featured a ton of our faves before they were our faves. Also fucking THOR??? He's a gem.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated

History: Obsessed, because what the fuck even was that? I had to see how they made it out to the end.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were horny

Waterboyy...Earth looked really, really hot in that one, but my gawd I would never, ever watch that series again. Between them revoking that one girl's lesbian card, the cheating, the sexual assault, and Waii's daddy getting together with Waii's best friend I couldn't stomach it. Highkey glad EarthNew didn't last.

A bad show that you kept watching because of that one character

My Gear and Your Gown. That character actually being the ship PureFolk, because otherwise that series was a total snooze fest.

A bad show that you would still recommend

My Engineer. The series was quite literally a mess and almost felt like a fever dream with it's wacky characters and random happenings with the plot (also some people didn't like the main couple) but the series is so much fun and we were given a gem of a ship with RamKing/PerthLay. It's just a fun series.

The character that ruined a show the most

Fucking Wai in Bad Buddy. I just couldn't stand him outing his own best friend to the whole school. That was so fucking dirty and Pran was still trying to apologize??????? I almost dropped the series after that because I knew he would never apologize and still everything would be forgiven.

Most awful character that you hated

Tita Susan from Gameboys the Movie/Gameboy S2. Plern Pleng from Together with Me. San from TharnType. Lee So Hee from Light on Me. Fighter's daddy.

Most awful character that you loved

Type from TharnType. Ritsu from The End of the World With You.

A character that wasn’t awful but that you just don’t like

Ben from Never Let Me Go. Dome from Ingredients.

A hero that should have been a villain

Theo from Enchante. Waii from Waterboyy. Yeon Seok from First Love Again.

A morally bad character you’re into

Denis from The Director Who Buys Me Dinner.

A morally bad character you’re not into and you wish people would stop being into

The younger step brother from History 4. Day from Love Syndrome 3.

The show that disappointed you the most.

Check Out the Series and Even Sun.

The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons

Dark Blue and Moonlight

#dark blue and moonlight #the best twins #check out the series #even sun #the director who buys me diinner #waterboyy the series #enchante the series #tharntype the series #tharntype #never let me go #ingredients the series #bad buddy #my engineer #history 4: close to you #history 3: modc #en of love

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Make No Apologies, part 1

Part 2>>

Master List

Summary: Will takes a trip to San Francisco to confirm what he thinks he knows. What he learns changes everything.

Based on a request: Will and Emory reunite, outside of Blackchurch, and Will is jealous, possibly because Emory has a boyfriend.

For context, this first part takes place closely following Killswitch. Parts 2 and 3 take place two years later. In this AU, Will went to Blackchurch and returned after being "rescued" by his friends, where the remaining events were all the same, except for what was influenced by Emory (i.e the Horseman wedding and burning the Cove.). There are other minor difference that will be addressed in the text, but feel free to ask if there's any confusion.

Please enjoy, and thank you for reading!

Emory

Before

I felt the shift in the air the second I stepped through the door. Everything was exactly where I left it when I walked out that morning. Living alone, I didn’t have to worry about people moving my stuff, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t weary of surprises.

Locking the door behind me, I removed my sweater and hung it on the second-hand coat rack in the long, narrow living room. I dropped my keys in the small bowl on the old consul table by the door, leaving my work bag beside it. All my furniture, from the sofa to the wingback chair to my iron bed frame, was second-hand, a collection cobbled together as I transitioned out of the dorms.

The one-bedroom apartment I scored during my internship was far out of my price range, but I fell in love when I saw the small chandeliers in the living and dining rooms. It didn’t matter that the kitchen counter was old, cracked tile, impossible to keep clean, or that the bathroom had horrible water pressure. I talked the owner down to something I could manage, promising to make improvements while I lived here. My degree was already paying off because he agreed with little arm twisting.

I glanced right, taking in the nearly empty dining room. I didn’t have people over, so the table was only big enough for four, leaving most of the room bare. Through the arch, I saw the black and white tiles of the kitchen floor, the chipping sink and pale yellow wall. There was no exit through there, so I moved on to the hall leading to the bedroom.

I refused to blink, keeping my eyes wide as I stared through the darkness. Scanning the walls, the corners, over every surface, I tried to pinpoint what unnerved me as I walked deeper into my home. Pictures of my grandma and my parents hung on the walls. I couldn’t shake the feeling someone had touched them as I passed. Unknown eyes had lingered on their faces. I swallowed, fighting the churn of my stomach.

My bedroom was on the right, the door allowing a sliver of moonlight through. That confirmed what my instincts already knew. I only ever closed that door when I was inside. It should have been wide open.

Quietly, heart pounding, I opened the hall closet and pulled out the bat Thea gave me when I told her I was moving to a first-floor apartment alone. I told her a taser would be better.

My face cooled with sweat as I wrapped my hands around the base and moved silently toward the door. That would have been impossible two weeks ago before I had replaced all the squeaky floorboards.

I paused next to the door, out of sight. The scent of cigarettes confronted me here, burning my sinuses. Holding my breath, I weighed my options. I should turn around and call the cops like any sane person.

Ugh. Cops.

Fight to the death it is, then. It’s them or me, and I’m not going down without swinging this time.

I took a deep breath and kicked open the door on the exhale, biting back the roar of rage and fear as I brought the bat over my shoulder. My eyes wildly searched the room before landing on the lonely figure sitting in the chair by the window.

The fight left my body as I took him in. The familiarity of it hit me like a train, slicing through my heart, leaving me struggling to hold myself up.

“Long time, Em,” he said.

He sat casually, unbothered by my sudden, loud intrusion. The glowing tip of the cigarette hung languidly between his fingers. Even slouched in the seat, he was massive. With the light coming in from behind him, I couldn’t make out the details, but I didn’t need to see to know that he’d changed far too much since the last time I saw him.

“Will...”

He waited.

I waited, watching his movements.

He waited some more. He brought the cigarette to his mouth, drawing the smoke in deeply before exhaling a cloud through his nose and then lazily snuffing it out on the wooden arm of the antique chair.

I couldn’t take it. I turned and bolted, darting down the hall.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to catch up. He grabbed me around the waist before I could reach the door, throwing me back, effectively putting himself between me and my only exit.

In the tussle, I caught the sharp sting of alcohol. My head swam with memories, returning to the last time I saw him drunk and angry. Backing away, I stepped around the couch so that it acted like a shield. It would be nothing for him to leap over it, but it was all I had.

I gritted my teeth, grinding until my jaw hurt. Was this it, then? Was he ready to air it all out and end this thing between us?

The multiple windows give me a better view of his face. As always, I was struck by his fine features: straight nose, pretty mouth, strong jaw. But it was the new details that moved me. The dark skin under his eyes, the slightly greasy sheen on his forehead, and lips that were too red and cracked. Whatever he used to style his hair with was long gone, leaving it limp and looking like he’d run his hands through it too many times.

He was handsome as always, but he didn’t look good.

“I've been waiting for this day,” I spat, ignoring all that, “though I expected you to come sooner. What happened, couldn’t get off Michael’s leash, or does one of the others hold it these days?”

His smile was mocking. “You were waiting for me? Why is that?”

I stayed silent. Maybe this had nothing to do with what I’d done. Maybe Will didn't even know and was here for another reason. If that were the case, telling him now would only make him worse.

He tilted his head, taking a step to the side. “Is it because you know you owe me, maybe.”

“I owe you shit.” Lie. Lie. Lie.

“We both know that isn’t right,” he said. With each step he took, I took another. I knew he was herding me back to the bedroom. There was no other choice unless I let him close the distance between us. “I loved you, and you lied.”

“You put Martin in the hospital,” I argued, “and you burned down my gazebo. I’d say we’re even.”

“You ruined me.”

“You’ve got nobody to blame but yourself.”

He came to a stop as he entered the hallway. “You want to know why I’m here, Em? I just wanted to see you. See how you were holding up after everything you did to me, to us. I wanted to talk, to understand why...I wondered if you’d finally tell me the truth after all this time. If you could do that, then maybe...”

So he did know.

I didn’t answer him. How could I?

“I am barely hanging on, Em,” he continued. “And you know what really hurts? Instead of seeing you hurting just as much, you have the life you always wanted. Away from me. Happy.”

My mouth opened with a silent gasp as my chest caved in. He’s been watching me. For how long? What has he seen?

“What did you expect?” I ask, forcing more bravado than I felt. “For me to wallow around in self-pity, drinking my days away, and lifting every skirt I can find? I think you’ve got us confused, Will.”

“Who was the guy?” he growled.

What? I blinked in confusion, his unexpected diversion causing my mind to spin out.

Will stepped closer. “The guy you had lunch with. Is he your man now?” The question was guttural, like it was torn from his throat.

Lunch. I had lunch with Brett, a senior designer at the firm. He wanted to bring me onto his team for an upcoming project and invited me to lunch to review the details. We talked about the house and our ideas. It was innocent. He was a happily married man with three kids at home. But the way Will’s eyes trailed over me, I might as well have been sitting in his lap.

“So what if he is?” I challenged. “Why shouldn’t I be out here, living my life? I could crawl into as many beds as I wanted. Let every man in the city have a piece of this ass. What are you going to do about it?”

He charged. I retreated, scrambling to get away from him, from the anger that poured out of him and burned me.

“Will,” I cried when he caught my shoulders and turned me so my back hit the wall. My glasses flew off, clattering somewhere nearby. “Will, stop.”

His closed fist landed next to my head, and I felt the vibrations down my neck and spine. “All you had to do was apologize.”

With shaky hands, I bunched the fabric at his shoulders, feeling the soft material of a hoodie. A black hoodie, just like before. “I won’t.”

“Why can’t you just do what I ask, just once. Why do you have to ruin everything?”

“I gave you what you wanted.” My voice strained as tears built behind my eyes. That perfect night. We had one perfect night, and it was everything I had to give. He never understood that. “I gave you Thunder Bay back. I left so it could be yours. Isn’t that what you want.” He wanted to erase me, and I let him.

He shook me by the arms, screaming, “I told you want I want.” Me...Us.

The ache from his grip and the sound of his rage felt like an old meeting an old acquaintance. Looking up at him, I almost smiled. “And I told you no.”

Maybe I was the first. I'd love that.

He pushed me so forcibly that my head thumped against the wall as he stepped away. He ran a hand over his face, a sound like a groan crossed with a wail pulling from his chest. It broke me to hear, but I couldn't let him see it, even now.

“I can’t,” he panted, gasping for air that escaped him. His glare cut me deep, despite the shadows we stood in. “They’re all moving on. But I can’t. Because of you.”

I understood. No matter what I did, no matter who I met, nothing changed. I was still Emory Scott, the girl who killed the heart of the only boy she ever loved. “You’ll have to kill me.”

He recoiled as if slapped and looked as shocked as I felt at seeing him here.

I rested my head against the wall and looked up at my ceiling as the tears threatened to leak. “Kill me because I can’t keep doing this with you.” Taking a deep shuddering breath, I turned my gaze on him, hardening myself. “But I can’t be this with anyone else either.”

And that was the truth. Will had a part of me, a crucial part that kept me chained to him. I ached from a hollow emptiness constantly. Lived with the pain, knowing I’d never be full again. I only truly lived when I was with Will.

I forced my eyes to stay open, trained on him. "So come on, Will! Finish this. Finish what you started." Because I warned him to stay away from me. Don't touch me. He never listened and always did what he wanted. This was the consequence.

He charged at me, and I gasped, bracing myself for his wrath. As soon as he got his hands on me, I swatted at him, heedless of his strength and not caring where my blows landed.

But Will took me by surprise. He wrapped me up, pinning my arms between us. “Shh,” he said into my hair. I fought to push him off, but my energy waned the longer he held me. Stupidly, I leaned into him, hiccuping into his shoulder. I felt him move, shifting lower. His nose dragged down my temple, around my cheek, over the curve of my jaw until he pressed an open kiss along my nape. That stirred in me something I should have known better than to enjoy. Anticipation mixed with fear and...

I pounded my fist against his chest to keep from cracking open in front of him. “I’m not sorry.”

“Neither am I,” he shot back, his breath heating the place his lips just were. “We’re not done yet.”

I sniffled and stiffened in his arms as his words took root. His hand snaked up the back of my neck and into my hair. He fisted the loose strands, forcing my head back to look at him in his hooded eyes. The stark green rimmed in red was all I could see.

“We are going to finish this, Em, and I'm going to get my due,” he said, his other hand coming up and wrapping his fingers around my exposed throat. My heart hammered under the pad of his thumb. His lips brushed lightly against mine as he whispered, “But I want to enjoy it. Sober.”

My breaths became shallow as I watched him watch me. So much of this was familiar, yet I didn't know what this new Will would do next.

Will moved suddenly, his mouth landed fully on mine and his tongue sinking in deep for a terrible moment that I craved so much before pulling back. “So, you’ll have to wait a little longer, but I promise you when I’m done, you’ll wish all I wanted was an apology.”

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part 2>>

#devil's night series stuff #will grayson iii #emory scott #willemmy #my fic #au #requested #devil's night series #multiple chapters

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purpleglitch · 7 months

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Oh yes yes yes, I LOVE THAT. George making the spirit speech about Dream is AHHHH. And George being able to make the "destroying the dsmp" real is so fun, exactly what I was thinking.

BUT, I kinda said the mortal enemies thing about rivals just to throw it out there, but I too love them too much for that lmao. I was thinking about a friends to enemies to friends situation. I love the idea of rivals knowing each other before, being good friends that trust each other in tournaments and stuff. but techno gets kind of annoyed at dream when he finds out he's king. But, it's not much of a big deal right? he's barely imposing himself as a ruler, so it should be fiiine. It escaletes, maybe because of all the things techno has gone through, maybe he feels like dream could have helped him in some way, but because of his position he didn't. Then, they have a fight that ends in dreams first canon death, I feel that THAT's what triggers george the most to be like NOPE WE'RE NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE. After dream is heartbroken and runs away he might do a "healing arc" with techno, reconciling with him now that he's no longer king, but a the end he goes back to sapnap because ummm *points to fiances lore*, he kinda needs him. After, he finds out about George's imprisonment and asks techno for help. Techno just got his friend back and dream looks so tired and sad now, it's like the light in his eyes is nearly gone. He'll make dream happy again, he'll bring george back, even if he has to annoy geroge a little bit with his bell (HE NEEDS IT OKAY?)

ANON I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ASK FOR DAYS IM MENTALLY GRABBING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS /POS

THE RS!RIVALS LORE GOES CRAZYYYY YOU'RE A GENIUS, ugh them being friends but became enemies because of the smp politics and after the dethronement dream finding comfort in an old friend and healing those wounds that drifted them apart (one being techno the cause of his first canon death) and dream doesn't hold a grudge about it but accepts techno's apologies too and THAT DEATH BEING ONE OF THE CAUSES THE DETHRONEMENT HAPPENED george being so protective over dream he was so upset he wanted to avenge him but dream didnt want them to hurt each other so when he respawned he begged george to move on and not do anything to techno and then there would be tension between them during prison because george still remembers that and techno just wants him to chill out and give him info so he can make the plan to escape together and both techno and george caring about dream in different ways omg,,, they bond over that, techno realizes george is so down bad for dream even after everything that happened and makes lighthearted jokes about that to make him fluster (ps. he'll be the best man at their wedding)

#anon.txt #Roleswap AU

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yesyourstalker · 3 months

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Neta: so I went to the doctor right. And he looks at the mole and he's like 'oh yeah that's melanoma all right' like he was so fucking casual about it too I love us hehe

Candi: Tell me how I had one on my fucking butt hahahahahaha! left butt cheek I was kind of sad they removed it cuz it looked like a heart.

Neta: I'm so lucky that thing wasn't on my tattoo. I would have died!! Hahahahah God I'm so jealous of these kids nowadays, they don't have to deal with this shit. I told my daughter 'oh when you get to a certain age you have to check your body for weird moles' and I remember she was on the surface since she was 6 so that doesn't really apply to her. Cod these fucking kids.

Candi: I have this old giant can of sunscreen you know the one they used to have them in tin cans.

Neta: uh huh. Captain Coral sunblock I still have some and my bathroom cabinet

Candi: yeah those. I pulled it out in the park to put it on Bowie.......these fucking surface dweller moms. You know the bitches from the fucking canyons

Neta: oh shit...

Candi: This mom came up to me tapped me on my shoulder and told me "I think that stuff is expired and it's full of toxins you shouldn't put that on your kid"

Neta: not the toxins! HA! what the fuck hahahahahahaha

Candi: I swear if my husband wasn't there I would be in jail

Neta: I would have had a fit! They think everything from the underground is toxic where did that even come from?!

Warabi: are you guys going to help pick out nice furniture or are you just going to sit there and gossip all day!!

Neta: you only invited me is because I get a military discount!

Candi: I agreed because I need to do my own shopping.

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Neta: I was thinking like a nude wedding cake. He not into sweets all that much

Candi: yeah he does look like someone who doesn't like sugar

Neta: yeah he's boring that's why I fucking love him. I was thinking a chiffon cake would be nice like this one.

Candi: ohhhhh that was really nice I like the detailing it's really nice- *gasp*.... Oh my God look at this!

Neta: ohhh That's so sweet little cuttlefish on it you need to get that..... Do you know what you're going to paint the room?

Candi: I was thinking of-

Warabi: Neta come and lie on this mattress with me!

Neta: no!

Warabi: please!!

Neta: no!!

Warabi: please!!!

Neta: no!!!

Warabi: I won't make it weird I promise

Neta: I don't believe you but okay. Ugh.................. This is nice. A little too soft for me personally but it's comfortable.

Warabi: I like the mattress but mahi likes to sleep on slabs of fucking stone........ You're really close.... it's kind of like that time when we kiss-

Neta: and you made it weird I'm getting up...*ugh*.... just get separate mattresses

Warabi: two separate beds.... I don't know

Neta: it'd be nice, just get two separate beds maybe separate the loft into two living spaces.

Warabi: that would be nice...... Let me call mahi.

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Neta:I was thinking of something like this. it's closer to the floor. It also has a built-in bookshelf and some drawers.

Candi: ehhh it's nice it's very.... Minimalist

Neta: I like minimalism I think it's a nice aesthetic

Candi: hmmm is it though

Neta: I don't know maybe because I used to live in squalor so you know sterile environments are comforting for me

Candi: That's valid.....maybe if it was a darker wood.....if you stain it it'll look better

Neta: huh .... yeah that could work .....sounds like a plan ... I order it later

Warabi: I'm sorry but we're buying furniture for myself! For my apartment! Can you guys please pretend to care and help! Why are you even buying new furniture now anyway you said you're going to move after getting married what's the point in wasting the money like???

Neta: first off you have been looking at coffee tables for the last hour and you're one to talk about wasting money!! Go call mahi or something I'm busy fuck!

Warabi: *huff*

Candi: why do you need to get a new bed frame?

Neta: the one I have is broken

Candi: ohhhhh Netaaa hehehehe what did you do to break the bed frame

Neta: gained 50 lbs

Candi: *pppffth*

Neta: hehehe yeah.... Oh and having an active sex life.

Candi: oh realllly

Neta: yeah we're suuuuupppperrr active almost every night............. My man has the libido of a devout nun

Candi: HA! You're going to get yourself in trouble hehehehe

Neta: I love him tho....don't tell him I said that.....being serious though I actually bought it broken for cheap.

Candi: no wonder your back so fucked

Neta: yeah.......Did you get the link to those wedge pillows I sent you?

Candi: I have in my cart I need to get them before I start blowing up like-

Warabi: ok which swatch do you think would go great for the living space I was thinking of a nice burgundy but this blue is speaking to me.

Candi: I like orange

Neta: get it in green

Warabi: Cod you two are no help!!!

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Neta: Cod I'm starving

Candi: you know what I could eat right now

Neta: absolute garbage... Like shit from shanty's

Candi: Yes exactly like I want their lobster bisque pasta on a roll.

Neta: I could go for a prawn patty.... With pickled kelp .....*gasp*.... Oh my Cod.... No ..... Is that? Phoebe sweetie!

Phoebe: neta! Netanetanetanwta hiiiiiiiii heheheh

Neta: Hi sweetie! Awwww look at you!!! You've gotten so big!! Ohhh big hugs!

Phoebe: uhhhhehehe hi hi!!

Candi: oh Hi Phoebe!

Phoebe: Candis!! Hi Candis!!

Candi: aww what are you doing here baby?

Phoebe: my.... Mommy is in the store!! She buys shoes and clothes and panties and necklaces!!

Neta: oh she is? She left you here to play?

Phoebe: yes I like.. I like to open the re-frige-rators and the washie machines

Neta: oh you do? That sounds like fun

Phoebe: yeah..... . I like hiding in the curtains!!! scare people!!!

Candi: you do? How do you scare people?

Phoebe: like this!!......(hopping)... BOO RAWR WAR WAR !!!

Neta: heheheh she is so precious!!

Candi: ohhhhh she is

Phoebe's mom( in the distance): sweeties time to go!!

Phoebe: MOMMY!!!!..... Bye bye neta!! Bye bye Candis!!!

Neta: bye bye!....*sigh* I miss when my little girl was like that

Candi: I know what you mean my little Bowie growing out of it right now it's breaking my heart

Neta: makes you want to have another kid doesn't it?

Candi:* inhale* *exhale*................... No

Neta: (wheeze)

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Neta: look at this cool bath tub. It has a water jet massager.. with 12 settings.. I know this isn't made for ink fish but I'd risk it

Candi: I feel like my Donn wouldn't know how to get out and die in a very embarrassing way.

Neta: hahahaha he would die in a bath tub!!

Warabi: I'm fished shopping.. here's your military card... Thanks for helping me.......I guess

Neta: hooray!! let's see what you got...... Two dressers, nightstands .... The dining set looks nice perfect for four people. One mattress?

Warabi: they're buying their own mattress by themselves

Neta: alright

Candi: a mini sectional.. that's cute

Warabi: yep I bought most of the expensive stuff now mahi and Baja are going to buy the rest of the furniture and this own shit. The store is going to hold onto it until Baja shows up with the truck.....*sigh* I'm hungry.

Neta: fucking finally it's starving!

Candi: same here I really need to eat something and sit....*huff* I'm tired. Neta take my card can you buy my things? thank you

Neta: sure

Warabi: *humpf*

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Candi: *sigh*........ I could go for a nap right about now.

Warabi:.... I'm going to order some food you said you wanted a lobster bisque roll?

Candi: yeah.

Donn: hey babe

Bowie: Mommy!

Candi: Hi my precious little baby boy! [Kisskisskiss] Hi hubby [kiss]

Donn: how you feeling?

Candi: just a little fatigued but I'll live.

Donn:.. ok.... What did you get?

Candi: just a chair, some shelves I found a really nice swing-

Neta: alright everything is bought and packed up heres your card back and car keys. Heeeey Donnie how you doing lover boy.

Donn:....... Neta... It's nice seeing you

Bowie: Mr Neta!

Neta: hey little man! You're behaving for your mom and dad right?

Bowie: hehehehe yeeees!!!!

Neta: alright.. Y'all get settled.. I'm gonna check on my subordinate upstairs. I'll be right back.

Warabi: okay I got your lobster bisque on a roll prawn patty for neta.. My lobster dog.. i. I got you something to drink. hyperade raspberry lemonade your favorite.

Candi: you can have it, it's starting to give me indigestion plus I can't have caffeine not for a while anyway.

Warabi: oh ok...why ?

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Neta: and he gave all of his old stuff to Baja which is nice but I feel like he only did that just to buy new stuff.

Mahi: well his parents did give him a little bit of his freedom back he has access to a savings account. I feel like they're testing him and he's failing horribly but you know it's not my place to say anything.

Neta: ehhh it's a lesson that he has to learn himself. So how's Seth doing?

Mahi: He's doing great, doing his job piercing ears and belly buttons all day.

Neta: I'm going to check on him............ Hey Seth? (taping chair) you doing good kid?

Seth: ...[signing]...I'm doing just fine boss! A lot of great clients today!

Neta: alright... You work tomorrow and Monday at the same time. That's today we're going to put you in the system so you'll get your schedule through your phone okay?

Seth: [signing] All right cool I left my portfolio in your office along with a copy of my tattoo license. You have some cool tattoos, Hope there's some space for my work.

Neta: ohhh we'll see, we'll see. Keep up the good work let me head to my office and-

Warabi: SHE'S PREGNANT!!!?!?!?

Neta:........................

Mahi: duh.

Seth: [signing] what did he say? what happened?

Neta: *sigh* .......he just found out why I needed to hire a new piercer.... Sorry about him.......you'll get used to all of this eventually. Trust me. It's never a dull moment in this store

Seth: [signing] I'm having fun already

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Warabi: so everyone knew everyone but me!

Mahi: yeah pretty much she told me last week when she came in late....

Neta: she sent me a pic of a pregnancy test at 2:00 a.m.

Candi: I also posted it on my splattube channel and my squidtter and my inksagram. You don't follow me on any social media I thought we were friends

Warabi: I am! I am your friend! My FYP is full of so many people right now... I can't even find my mutuals......Cod if I knew I wouldn't have let you help me with buying furniture now I feel like an asshole!!

Candi: hehehehe it's fine it's really I wanted to go cuz... I needed to buy new furniture too I might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Warabi: no feel bad let me get you something, anything you want.

Candi: oh don't need to

Donn: a new crib would be nice, one that turns into a bed like we have for Bowie.

Warabi: Done! What color?

Candi: uhhh what color did we agree

Donn: I like the Corel paint you picked

Candi: ok Coral it is.

Warabi: Great!.......I can't believe you're going to have another baby! We're practically the same age and it feels weird! You're too young

Candi: I'm 27

Warabi: exactly it's way too young to raise a kid Neta how old were you when you had a kid?

Neta: 19

Warabi: ok well you're a bad example. anyway I'll get you the crib I promise.

Candi: awww thank you

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🎶Mahi maha Mahi ha ha 🎵🎵 belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#nata and Candi hanging out in the furniture store while warabi wastes his money #Neta being around adults around his age I love writing it #parents being parents #we finally get to meet Candi's husband he's an octoling with blue tentacles that's all I have so far #he kinda looks like neta but shorter and every thing didn't go wrong in his life #Bowie is purple he's a purple little octo #okay we get to see Phoebe again and she's grown up a little bit she's like three now maybe #Seth is a species of Coral I might draw the schedule what he looks like #he has partial hearing and he's a tattoo artist and a professional piercer #we'll learn more about him later

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theoppositequeens · 1 year

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Helnik Royalty AU part 3

Title: it’s a love story (baby just say yes) Pairing: Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik Rating: T Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45919597

it's a love story (baby just say yes)

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say yes

- Love Story, Taylor Swift

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"Stop kicking me," Nina hisses through the polite and regal smile she's holding for the artist, half twisted in her chair for their individual portraits. Like old-school headshots, she'd joked this morning.

Matthias is in a similar position on his own chair, head tilted towards the artist capturing him in turn, but seated close enough for his feet to touch hers. It's only their upper bodies that are needed, since the chair won't be visible in the final product.

They're doing the faces now, a critical part of every process, and though they've already sat for numerous sketches he thinks they will never be finished – and after this, they'll still need to do the official wedding portrait. That'll be after the wedding though, half modeled on their wedding pictures, but they'll still need to be available for posing and sketches then, too.

Well, at least I'll see Nina in the wedding dress multiple times, Matthias muses. That might be worth all this. Of course, it's a well-kept secret, but knowing his bride, it's stunning.

Nina manages to send him an impressive glare for a smiling woman, and he withdraws his foot quickly.

"Touchy, touchy," he teases and returns his face to neutral quickly. The atmosphere is in fact quite relaxed – the artists focusing on their projects, discussing in technical terms he doesn't understand, and generally ignoring Matthias' and Nina's banter.

"I'll show you touchy," Nina promises viciously out of the corner of her mouth.

Matthias feels this is a good time to shut up.

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"I'm so bored," Nina declares in a dramatic tone a few hours later. They've had breaks of course, but even Matthias is feeling this in his back. The position he's holding is unnaturally stiff.

"Shall we play twenty questions again?" He asks, and the dismissive scoff he receives from her is a clear answer. "Never have I ever?"

"You'll just win that," Nina sulks. It's true - she's done a lot more fun and crazy stuff than he has, and she'd been down to zero fingers before he reached seven.

"You can always try to say boring stuff I've done and you haven't."

"Ugh."

"Two truths and a lie?"

"Sure," Nina sighs. How she is keeping up that big smile through it all he'll never know. Aren't her facial muscles aching?

"Okay, I'll go first," he offers, and tries to think of something she'd find funny.

"I once named my horse Willie, I used to play with mother's dresses, and I've broken my arm several times."

"Willie?" Nina sputters. "Okay, the arm-breaking is a lie. I can totally see you playing dress-up."

"Actually, Willie doesn't exist," Matthias smiles. "But yes, my sister did convince me to try many things. And I've had an active childhood."

"Fine," Nina concedes, fingers tapping out a rhythm. "I've thrown a glass of champagne in someone's face, as a child I used to hide for hours from my bodyguards and I've colored my hair purple."

Matthias is sure any photos of her with purple hair don't exist, and those do tend to leak, so he chooses that one.

"I did, in fact! Mother ordered me to the hairdresser the very next day and colored it back to my normal shade."

"What was the lie?" Matthias asks idly, busy imagining this fierce woman with purple hair.

"The hiding," Nina says. "I loved my bodyguards, they could never get rid of me."

"So you've thrown champagne on someone?" Now he is intrigued.

"Bastard deserved it," Nina mutters, working hard to keep up the smile for the artists. "He groped me while we were dancing, so a bit later I oh-so-accidentally stumbled and lost control of my flute."

"That sounds very reasonable," Matthias tells her seriously, and starts thinking of more truths and lies. Thankfully, the artists dismiss them, and Matthias stretches as he rises from the chair.

"My legs are asleep," Nina complains, scrunching up her face. "And I will not be smiling anymore tonight."

"Good thing mine aren't," Matthias quips and sweeps Nina off her feet before she can protest. He starts carrying her out of the room and down the corridor, bridal style, a few of their bemused attendants following.

"Put me down, you oaf!"

Nina wriggles and tries to playfully beat her hand against his chest, but Matthias doesn't budge. She's a curvy woman, but he's not one for skipping his workouts. Besides, he's very much secretly enjoying pressing her curves against his.

He carries her all the way to dinner.

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Nina Zenik looks stunning in a wedding gown.

Matthias' brain informs him she'd probably look stunning in a potato sack, but he's too busy ogling her and trying not to fall over to care. He barely notices the photographers or the camera team rushing to make sure the production gets the best angle. He's not aware of his family and Nina's in the front pews. He only wants to kiss Nina, preferably right now.

(Later, while looking at the pictures from the ceremony, he'll see a picture of his face at this exact moment. It's graced by an adoring smile, and he'll think: Helvar, you are completely whipped.)

The bridal march is agonizingly slow, but feeling the weight of her hand in his settles the butterflies that are butchering his stomach. The ceremony is long-winded, and Matthias tries to listen to the priest. He does believe in Djel, after all. But the woman beside him is so captivating, and she keeps glancing at him too.

They have a secret: Nina kissed him yesterday. It was a short stolen moment, and Matthias can't be more thankful to Nina's attendant for excusing herself for five minutes. It was enough for Nina to whisper, this is for us, and kiss him like her life depended on it. Then she'd excused herself quickly, leaving Matthias standing with a hand over his mouth, feeling like someone had just bludgeoned him over the head. In a good way, if that's possible.

He's itching to do it again. And again.

Finally, the priest speaks the magical words, and Matthias turns to Nina. They've been coached on this, too: slow moments for the cameras, smile, keep it child-friendly, and under no circumstances will there be tongue involved.

It's a very different kiss. Matthias gets to initiate this one, and they savor it. Soft, and slow, and gentle, but no less moving. No less enticing. He never wants to stop, but someone in the audience shuffles and he remembers where he is.

He turns Nina towards the cheering crowd and proudly presents her as his wife.

The dinner is long and boring, speeches are made (some more touching and familiar than others) and Nina makes it bearable. She is all joy and laughter and sparkle, feeding verbal sunshine down Matthias' throat until he can't do anything but join her in her excitement. She's happy to see her family and other siblings and gets overwhelmingly chipper when she see's the wedding cake. For a moment, he suspects she might have plans of smashing some in his face - a tradition royals avoid - but she's only looking forward to consuming her weight in cake. She's been in charge of the food, and for once they eat hearty portions, still dressed up as fancy delicacies, of course.

"You should have seen the menu the poor cooks had planned," she tells him halfwaay through. "The poor lambs were shaking, thinking it wasn't fancy enough, and I thought they would faint when I asked them to tone it down more!"

"And how did they react?" He can't really imagine Nina terrorizing the chefs, she's too nice.

"I told them I wanted comfort food in fancy food disguise, and they were falling over themselves shoving me recipes they usually make at home when they want fancy-looking but good food." Nina sighs happily and Matthias serves her more wine. "I had such a fabulous afternoon trying all that food!"

He chuckled warmly. With Nina, the surefire way to her heart is through her stomach, and the chef probably endeared themselves for life. He wouldn't be surprised if they're in for a raise.

"Your efforts paid off," Matthias compliments, and gestures to the dining room. There is a warm atmosphere for such a formal event, silverware clattering occasionally against plates. "No-one looks hungry."

"Or hangry," Nina quips with a smile.

The cake is indeed spectacular, as is the Royal Ballroom decked in subtle wedding decor, floors polished to a shine.

Their first dance is a traditional waltz with complicated choreography. The dances that follow melt into a haze, the only clear pinpricks the moments when he's spinning Nina around or drawing her close. He remembers her laughter, tinkling like bells.

Royals leave their wedding feasts discreetly to retire for the night.

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Their wedding night is fun.

They kiss a little, admittedly. But mostly it feels like the best sleepover with this intriguing woman he's started to call his friend. Someday soon, she'll be his lover, not just his wife on paper, but until that day Matthias is very happy to keep up the charade. Sleeping in the same bed with Nina consists of her telling funny stories, them feeding each other heart-shaped chocolate, her daring him to sip champagne while hanging upside down from the bed and then dissolving into a tipsy giggling pile when the bubbles get to his nose and he sneezes champagne everywhere.

After that, they calm down a bit and he rubs her feet (those wedding shoes have left angry red marks) while they trade quiet conversation. Nina likes to cuddle, so they cuddle, and Matthias who has no experience with cuddling decides he probably likes it as well.

At least with Nina.

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It takes a while for all the wedding photos to be edited and ready. It takes even longer for Nina and the publicity team and the artists to choose the ones that will be painted for the Royal Gallery.

Matthias doesn't mind. He loves absentmindedly looking through them, remembering the day fondly, while Nina sorts through them with purpose and passion, ordering copies for her scrapbooks.

Together, they pick out a few to be printed and hung in their new home that they're moving into soon.

A few of the official paintings are predictable, stiff wedding portraits. Nina has also chosen to include a more intimate one, where they're standing in each other's embrace in front of the gazebo, roses in the garden in full bloom. Matthias looks down on Nina with a soft but intense look on his face, and she's smiling, happy and carefree.

Recreating that is a lot of fun. He gets to spend hours with his arms around Nina, her beautiful wedding gown a stark contrast to his crisp suit, her laughter ringing in his ears. It's easy to recreate that fond look for the artist.

Of course Nina gets bored after a while (his new wife is not one for being still), and demands he entertain her. If he's whispering compliments and dreams and perhaps some of his less child-friendly fantasies in Nina's ear, then no-one else in the room is the wiser.

The blush looks fabulous on her, and he hopes the artist will capture it on canvas.

#helnik #helnik fic #nina x matthias #nina zenik #matthias helvar #matthias x nina #six of crows #modern au #royalty au #arranged marriage #arranged marriage au #fluff #all the fluff #paintings #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone

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singoallala · 7 months

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i dont know how go say this properly but being able to repair your own stuff is so??? wholesome. i love you old shoes that took ages to break in, pls let me make you new and shiny. i love you old phone u contain all my cherished photos, pls let me give you a new battery. i love you old dress, you're so comfy and pretty and i wore you at my friend's wedding, pls let me repair that tiny tear. ugh!!! consumerism has ruined us as a society

#sossen har gått med i chatten #fr tho you will not be free until you hold the power to stitch your life together in your own hands

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snappedsky · 9 months

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Borderlands: Skies the Ultimate Treasure Hunter

Skies, Gaige, and the Vault Hunters arrive to the Lodge.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Guns, Love, and Tentacles Part 2

Gaige the ex-Vault Hunter stands next to her robot companion, Deathtrap. She glares at Skies suspiciously. “Hey, Skies. Hammerlock warned me you were coming.”

“Heh, oh yeah?” Skies mutters, “wish he had warned me.”

“You know this lass?” Zane asks as he and the other Vault Hunters stand next to her.

“Yeah,” she replies, “guys, this is Gaige. She was one of the Vault Hunters who uh...took down Jack.”

“Oooh, so you guys got history history,” Amara remarks.

“Juicy,” FL4K comments.

“Hammerlock told me about you guys too,” Gaige smiles, “we go way back. He’s kinda my favourite. I’m the wedding planner.”

“Anyway, we are late!” she booms, “let’s get a move on. The brochure says there is a ‘charming gondola’ that should get us up to the Lodge. Come on! Let’s walk-and-talk.”

Gaige leads the way through the tundra, shooting at any wildlife that get in their way. Skies keeps to the back of group, hanging her head.

“You alright?” Moze asks, patting her shoulder.

“Ah, yeah,” Skies smiles awkwardly. “Just a little...awkward for me. I haven’t seen Gaige in years. If I had known she was gonna be here, I...”

“Ah, come on,” she scoffs, “it’s not like you to be scared. This is a good thing. You can reconcile with her.”

“Yeah, I guess. She probably doesn’t hate me as much Maya did, at least, and I almost had drinks with her.”

They come out onto a cliff with a closer view of the giant monster corpse and everyone takes a second to admire it.

“Man, that is one giant freaking tentacle monster,” Gaige comments, “I mean, it was in the brochure and everything but, oof...the pictures did not do it justice.”

They soon arrive to the gondola and head up the stairs to the top. “Here’s the gondola!” she exclaims, “heh heh, not quite charming but I’ll give it a...rustic? Let’s see if we can get it going.” She pulls a lever on the control panel but nothing happens. “Ugh, the motor’s fried. I’m gonna have to improvise some repairs. See? Planning only gets you so far.”

“Those wires must lead to a power source,” Skies adds, “let’s just see where they go.”

“We’ll see where they go,” Moze says, stopping Skies from leaving the platform.

“Aye, you two have some catching up to do,” Zane adds.

“Ah, w-wait- don’t-!” Skies tries to insist but the Vault Hunters run off giggling, leaving Skies alone with Gaige. They glance at each other and Skies awkwardly clears her throat.

They both wait at the gondola platform, awkwardly silent for a few minutes when Gaige says, “so...what do you think of Hammerlock and Wainwright? Weird pair, right? Hammerlock’s all ‘dashing headlong into danger’ and Wainwright’s all ‘books and glasses of old brown stuff’.”

“You know how hard it was to find a venue they agreed on?” she continues, “but I think I freaking CRUSHED IT! The last thing they wanted was a tourist trap and this place isn’t even on most review sites! Or maps.”

“Heh, yeah,” Skies chuckles, “they are uh...pretty different. But I think that’s why they work. I mean, I don’t know dick about romance, but I’ve seen them together and they seem to...I don’t know...complete each other?”

“Heh heh, you’ve gotten pretty sappy huh?” Gaige remarks.

“Psh, yeah right,” she scoffs.

They both chuckle and sigh.

“You know, when Hammerlock told me you were invited, I have to admit, I wasn’t...sure about it,” Gaige says, “but now that we’re here...it’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah?” Skies smiles. “It’s uh...good to see you too.”

They smile at each other as the Vault Hunters return, coming up the steps.

“Mission accomplished,” Amara states.

“Nice,” Gaige replies, “I think we’re almost good to go back here. Let’s get a move on- we are late!”

She digs around in the engine of the gondola, plugging things in or pulling things out. “Almost...got it...just one more tweak, annnnd...ha! There we go!”

A mechanical whirring starts up and Gaige leads the way to the gondola. “Let’s move! To the party!”

She flips the switch and everyone steps onto the carriage. The door closes behind them and it carries them up into the mountains, closer and closer to the giant monster corpse and soon they arrive to a large, wooden chalet built directly underneath it.

“Hmm, charming,” Skies comments as they walk along the deck to the front door, the word ‘LODGE’ over top of it.

Gaige throws open the doors. “Hey-hey! Vault Hunter delivery- and treasure hunter! Where my grooms at?”

Hammerlock and Claptrap are sitting in comfortable chairs in front of a crackling fireplace. They both stand up as the group walks in.

“Gaige!” Hammerlock chimes, “wonderful, wonderful!”

“Ah, very good, very good” a man behind the bar purrs with a voice that could curdle milk. “More guests for the...big event.” A pale man with a thin moustache, small glasses, and eyes blacker than coal faces everyone with a sinister smile. “Welcome! Welcome to the Lodge.”

Skies and the Vault Hunters glance at each other and approach the bar. “So, be honest, bro,” Skies says, “you’re definitely gonna like try to sacrifice us to some elder god, maybe the one this lodge is built under?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” the man replies, “I am Mancubus Bloodtooth...host and proprietor of The Lodge. Please, please, enjoy your stay. I am always available, should you find yourself in need of...hospitality.”

“Okay...” she mutters, unconvinced, but goes over to the fireplace.

“Skies, so happy you could come!” Hammerlock chimes, squeezing Skies’ hand.

“I’m happy you invited me!” she replies, “I’ve never been invited to a wedding before.”

“You are the first guests to arrive,” he says then side-eyes Claptrap. “At least, the first ones INVITED...”

Claptrap laughs. “Oh, Hammerlock, you’re such a kidder! You know I wouldn’t miss this for anything!”

Hammerlock groans with annoyance.

“Uh, Claptrap!” Gaige says quickly, “I have a super-duper important wedding planner mission for you. I need you to find a...um the Pearl of Ineffable Knowledge. Can you do that for me? The whole wedding depends on it!”

“Minion!” Claptrap gasps, “you want me...to save the whole wedding? You picked the right guy!”

He quickly rolls out of the room and Hammerlock heaves a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.”

“I am not going to let anything spoil your big day, Hammerlock,” Gaige says reassuringly. “Wait, where’s Wainwright?”

“Oh, Winny’s been such a nervous mess,” he replies, “I’ve tried to get him to relax, but he insists on dashing about, making sure everything is perfect.”

“But,” he continues, “the party must continue! Thank you for trekking all the way out to this frigid wilderness! Winny will be back soon and all will be well. Yes, yes, this will be a celebration to remember!”

“Okay, wedding planner powers activate!” Gaige exclaims, “we need party decorations, stat! Vault Hunters, I’m thinking balloons.”

The Vault Hunters nod and begin putting up balloons all over the Lodge.

“Want me to do anything, Gaige?” Skies asks.

“Nah, Skies, you ain’t a Vault Hunter,” she replies, “this is a holiday for you, right? So holiday it up!” “Sweet,” she grins and sits in a chair in front of the fire, stretching out.

She doesn’t relax long however before a private call comes through her ECHO communicator from Wainwright. “Skies. I have a favour to ask. Meet me in town. And don’t tell Alistair where you’re going- just make up an excuse.”

“Let’s get the night started with a good hunting tale!” Hammerlock declares, “gather round, whilst I recall the time I defeated the Heresian Slitherjaw armed with nothing but a rotten banana!”

“Oh, man, you know I love a good hunting story, Hammerlock,” Skies replies, “but I...feel the call of treasure c-uh c-calling to me...and you know if you don’t answer the call of treasure, they don’t call back. So I’m just gonna go...answer the call...”

“Oh! But you’ve only just arrived,” Hammerlock sighs, “no matter. The banana can wait. And if you see Winny out there, do tell him to come in from the cold.”

“You got it,” Skies grins and hurries over to the side door. But she gets there to find Mancubus blocking it.

“Valued guest,” he says, “I could not help but overhear your plan. I must caution you against entering the town tonight.”

“Why?” she asks suspiciously, “harder to sacrifice me when I’m not in your lodge?”

“You see, the people of this town are all...afflicted in their own ways,” he explains, “some might say...cursed. You might encounter some strange behaviour.”

“Can’t be stranger than this,” Skies mutters and clears her throat. “But I have encountered some curses in my time as a treasure hunter and I do prefer to avoid them. Still, I gotta do a favour for the groom so I’ll just take some back-up. Kiddos!”

The Vault Hunters stop tying up all the balloons and hurry dutifully to Skies’ side.

“Ah, you have a responsibility to assist,” Mancubus nods, “I understand. Do return soon. The Lodge will miss you.”

He steps away from the door and Skies and the Vault Hunters exit out onto the deck and head for the gondola to take them to the town of Cursehaven.

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #borderlands fanfiction #borderlands au #guns love and tentacles #myocs #myart

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thetragicallynerdy · 1 year

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taro, cactus, jasmine for the random asks!

oooh thanks pal!!

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

Honestly I find talking about myself like that so hard, so probably very little before turning the conversation back on them XD

However, in the interest of the game - that yesterday I got to cuddle 3 10-week old ish miniature aussie doodle puppies that my sister was fostering for a few days, and they were the softest cutest things in the world. I had to lay down to rest when I was at her place post-driving and two of them cuddled with me the whole time and it was amazing.

Also because I've talked with like 3 people about it in the past few days, probably that I have a wedding to go to in March and I'm stressed about clothing XD formal clothing my beloathed!!

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

Men's formal clothing XD (sort of. I hate learning about clothing. So take that with a grain of salt.)

Also digital art! I very recently started noodling around with it, and it's been a fun exploration. It's really different from traditional art, and it's pretty hard on my eyes in a way traditional art isn't (screens ugh), but I've really enjoyed learning it so far.

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

Ohhh good question. Honestly there's a bunch that fit the "I loved this in a certain time and place, but for reasons don't want to interact with it any more." Harry Potter springs to mind, as does a lot of Johnny Depp's stuff. (Fuck both JKR and Depp, honestly).

There's also some stuff though that's more along the lines of "I adored this, but it was hard to watch for various reasons, so I probably won't watch/read it again" lol. The Bear was a tv series that is probably this for me - it was fucking amazing, absolutely loved it - but the stress was very high!! I probably won't watch the first season again lol.

Thanks so much for the ask, pal!! For anyone curious, the get to know you ask game these are from can be found here!

#ask game #get to know you ask game #asks #yourlocal-charlatan #about me

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thelifeofliza · 1 year

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How To Go to the City Without Ur Parents Noticing

Dear viewers,

I know you’re all lame and have no life, so let me, teach you, how to live ur life to the fullest.

So, if you guys know me, which duh, how would you not, you know I’m like totally not boring at all, I mean come on, I have a following on this website, so like obviously I’m special. But look, I don’t think that you just aren’t special, just you haven’t reached your highest potential yet. So, I know you’re all wondering, Liza how did you go to the city as a 17 year old? Or maybe you aren’t. But you should be, cuz like why wouldn’t you? I mean if you don’t have strict parents, you’re like totally privileged, but whatev. Look, I’ll get started on the tutorial, but like okay, it’s not like it was during the day. I went to Chicago in the night. Chicago is like, totally dangerous guys, I mean if you’ve been on the internet, which you definitely have, then you should totally know it’s dangerous, I mean there’s like shootings and stuff guys.

First, you have to catch your parents lacking, like totally catch them of guard. Wait, actually first step is to like have a car, or your license or whatever, transportation, and all that.

Okay so next is wait I said earlier, ugh I don’t want to repeat it, I think you guys get the gist. So anyway, for me my parents were at a wedding or like not home for the night. I think, I mean to be honest with you guys, I don’t really know, but it’s okay because it doesn’t matter what they were gone for, just like the fact that they were gone is perfect.

Alright, so next you’re going to want to have a friend or something. I just brought my sister. It’s not like I don’t have friends, like I totally do, it’s just my sister is pretty cool you know, I used to hate her, but you know how things change. We’re like totally tight now. So, I basically convinced her to go to Chicago. Well, like I was driving, so like she even had a choice really, I mean when I have my mind set on something, it’s happening. You know how it is. I would totally recommend that mindset, it’s like totally powerful and stuff.

Guys, next step is really important. Have money. So, if you don’t know this, you’re kinda stupid. No offense, but like, full offense. The city is soooo expensive guys. Like, we had to pay for parking! Are you serious. To park on the street, not even a parking garage. Imagine like my car got stolen, and I had to pay for parking. Ugh, that would totally suck. But I’m like immune to danger so of course that didn’t happen. But guys, I for real spent like 20 bucks that night. Not even including gas, and we were there for what, umm like 4 hours I wanna say.

Hm okay is there another step, oh wait yeah there is, so if you have life360, turn that offffff. So, if you guys need a tutorial on that too, I totally got you. I’m like an expert on that. Also probably do this before you leave. No, definitely do this. Especially if you’re parents stalk life360 like mine, omg, like get a life guys! Me, I’d rather spend all my screentime on snapchat, but whatever guys, your loss.

Next step guys! Have the time of your life. God, it felt so freeing to be in Chicago without my parents. That’s a feeling you can’t get anywhere else. Not to sound cheesy, but omg, I was soo happy. I would recommend that feeling to everyone. So do it guys! DO IT!

What’s next, hm okay so don’t get lost or lose your car. I didn’t, but I would love to just help you all out. Getting lost is not fun guys. Or so I’ve heard. I never get lost. My sense of direction is impeccable. What I would recommend is to take a picture of your car or make a little pin on your maps app. The picture actually tracks your location. Kinda freaky, right? But that’s just for IPhones as far as I know. But anyways if you make a little pin in the maps, then it should stay there. I mean, me I just kinda took a gamble, and we totally remembered. Thank God because I was not trying to get lost in Chicago.

Anyways guys, I think that’s all for todays post. Let me know if you follow my advice! Because it is totally fool proof. I think. Hey, it worked for me, so it’s gotta work for someone else.

Make sure to follow and like!

<3 Liza

#blog #chicago #citylife #crazy

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 2 years

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Okay but after reading what you wrote about cowboy!harry yesterday, I started thinking I bet yn's parents love Harry like they feel like their daughter made a good choice

- 🍓

NO THEY LOVE HIM SM 😔😔

And like it even annoys y/n Ik she’s like “I wish my parents would hate you for sneaking around with me 😒” because they wish past her and all go to talk to Harry when he comes over for family dinners or any family get together

Ugh and he’s so the best son in law 😔

He would bring flowers over for her mum every time they come over

Like either from his garden or he stopped by a little place on the side of the road or a florist and he got y/n some but then remembered that he was going to have dinner with her family so he picked her mom some

Ugh and harry and her dad would just sit and talk four hours and hours about golf, farming, this, that and y/n would try and pry harry away like “I want to go to sleep.” And Harry would give her a small peck on the cheek like “yeah, yeah. Okay darlin’ just need to talk to y’dad for a second longer.”

And if her dad had any problems with his tractor or his truck Harry would be right over to work on it while y/n watched him work in the yard, sitting on a chair with a lemonade

And family reunions when y/n brought harry over all of her aunts and everything would run over to him and talk to him like he’s one of their friends

Like I just know they were so excited for their wedding

And her grandma would be like “you’ve got the best man in the family.” And she would be like “what about daddy?!” Her grandma would be like “yeah, yeah, whatever, he’s not as good as your man.”

And Harry would be over the moon, so excited to know that her family loved him as much as he loved them and so happy that he finally has a big family because he really only talked to his mom and sister and a couple other family members :( and now that he’s with the girl of his dreams he has the life and the family of his dreams :(

And even tho he gets pretty close to her family once they have babies and they ask if they can hold them Harry would he like “m’sorry, cluster feedings, they’ve gotta stay close to their mama.” :(((

Ugh and he would be the best boyfriend

If she was on her period he wouldn’t even try to get anything out of her he would just go on about his day, stop at the drug store and pick up some midol and pads or tampons

Lay on the couch with her and rub her belly

Ugh I love him sm:(

And I feel like her younger cousins or her nieces or something would have the biggest crush on Harry

And always pull him aside to try and talk to him and stuff and y/n would be like “um don’t you think he’s a little old for you?” 😒😒 and her cousins or whatever would get so annoyed like “shut up 😒 he’s older than you girl.” But it’s only by a couple of years so y/n doesn’t even put up a fight

But he would he so sweet to the little ones in her family even if they did have a little crush on him 😭 like maybe he had a favorite because they were really sweet and always tried to play Barbie’s with him and when y/n was pregnant she would sit and ask questions and then always sit and watch the baby

So he would be extra sweet to her and would always be like “my best frienddd”when he sees her 😔

I luv him sm

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