#FUCK VERA HOLY SHIT FUCK THAT GUY

[spacelobsterm]

Mr Robot season 4 episode 7 spoilers

I can't

I can't fucking

What the hell am I supposed to do

I was sobbing at that revelation. I've never cried this hard at any show or movie what the fuck. AM I JUST SUPPOSED TO GO ON WITH MY DAY LIKE I DIDN'T FIND OUT ELLIOT (MY FRIEND) WAS SEXUALLY ABUSED BY HIS DAD??????

The parasocial relationship in this show is so fucking real oh my god

What really gets me is that it actually makes sense in hindsight. Mr Robot is an alter that primarily causes Elliot to forget things for his well being, we've seen him do it before, he is his protector and that's why Elliot thought his dad pushed him out the window, because it's better than the reality of what actually happened.

Mr Robot walking out of frame saying "I can't protect you anymore" I'm deceased dear God

[sp3akfromtheart]

oh my god miracle day episode 5 what the fuck what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK

[twistedinthreads]

Lost In The Labyrinth

Felix Catton x Fem!Reader

Part 2.

You came to Oxford to get away from America; from your mother's fame and the ghosts of your past. You get more than you bargained for when you meet Felix.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: drinking, drugs, mentions of sexual assault (not detailed, though it is very implied, and we will probably get into it in later parts), mentions of wounds/blood/a scar, sex talk, mentions of being called derogatory names during sex (no mention of what those names are though), movie references, Elvis reference (because I think that requires a warning lmfaooo), sweet Felix, Americanisms (there WILL be more, lol)

Playlist (a work in progress!)

A/N: we are soooo back baby! a little more reader lore and sweet Felix. Let's go!!! also if anyone has suggestions for songs to add to the fic playlist, let me know.

The pub is crowded; of course it is. It’s Friday night and there’s an abundance of college students who wanna get fucked up, your friend group being one of them. You’re already a few rounds in, the alcohol flooding your system and your brain fuzzing. It feels nice, a subtle buzz that doesn’t completely overtake your senses but has you feeling relaxed and calm. The calm before the inevitable slurring of your speech and blurry vision as you get more drinks deep. 

“So, like,” Vera begins in her posh London accent. “Is he good?”

“Huh?” You ask, sipping at your pint, confused. You’d just been talking about Bette Davis in What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?, and have no fucking clue who the he could possibly be.

“Felix. Is he good in bed?” You nearly spit your drink out. Of course you talk about this stuff, but your friends have never really taken much interest in him in particular. “Has to be, the way everyone falls over him.”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “He’s good. I mean… sometimes he forgets I also need an orgasm, but when he does make me come, holy shit.”

“What about that other guy you fucked? At the beginning of the year?” Katie interjects. “Farleigh?”

“Oh,” you chuckle a bit. “Farleigh is Felix’s cousin.”

“Ooh, keeping it in the family I see.” Vera teases loudly, and you lightly slap her shoulder. You know she’s had too many when she gets rowdy and raucous like this. 

“Shut up,” but you laugh. “He was… he was good. Kinda mean? Like, he asked me if it was okay and stuff first but he called me names and shit. It was kinda hot. But Felix… Felix is sweet. He’s really like… earnest. I don’t know.”

“Someone’s in love,” Michelle sing-songs from your left. “I can’t blame you.”

“I’m not in love,” you mutter, though it’s a lie written in bold right across the page. “I could be, though. Like, if it keeps going. But enough about me! Vera, we know about that girl you’ve been seeing, stop keeping it a secret and tell us!”

Vera’s in the middle of a practical sonnet about Jade, this girl that she allegedly hates so much yet let eat her out for hours a few nights ago, when she abruptly stops and lets out a loud cackle. Your friend motions toward the door, her bobbed black hair bouncing on her head. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Of course it’s Felix and his posse; Farleigh, India, and Annabel never far behind. There are a few stragglers that you’ve seen before, but can’t remember the names of. You hadn’t made plans for tonight, telling him you were all booked up, so you’re not surprised to see him. Farleigh meets your gaze, and he taps Felix on the arm and points to you, giving you a smirk. 

Felix’s eyes light up and he makes his way through the maze of tables. “Darling!” 

“Hey, Felix,” he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, and you feel them heat up. Your friends are watching, eyes glued to your interaction. “Nice to see you.” It’s all so formal, but you don’t really know how to act with all eyes on you… though you’re so used to it. The paparazzi photographed you many times with your new “boytoy” as they always loved to say, or your “friend” whenever it was a girl. But this, somehow, feels like the exposure of something too intimate to share, something confined to dorm rooms and club bathrooms. He’s touchy in public, sure, but it's usually just your hand in his or an arm over your shoulder.

“Mind if we join you?” There’s enough seats, you guess, and you look at your friends. Katie purses her lips and nods, Vera is giving you a smirk, her red lips contorted toward the right side of her face, and Michelle just shrugs and says “sure!” and you know they’ll tease you later, but it’s not like you care.

“Lovely!” He hits both palms on the table, knocking your drinks so they fizz and move like the undulating sea in their glasses. “Farleigh!” He shouts over the noise, catching his cousin’s attention. 

“Oh my god,” Annabel’s eyes widen when she looks at you. “That jacket is gorgeous! You have to tell me where you got it.”

You hide your distaste; hanging out with Felix’s friends is when your pedigree really shines through. Your mother always did say you could really be an actress if you wanted to be, and your prowess is never on display more than when you have to lower to their shallow whims. “Oh! It’s one of my mom’s vintage Versace pieces. One of a kind. It was from one of her premieres, but she didn’t want it anymore so sent it off with me.”

“I love that!” She replies, and settles in across from you. 

If you were just buzzed before, you’re properly plastered by round 5. You can barely walk yourself up to the bar to order your round. Felix has to help you up, and walk you to the bar, and carry the shots for you. 

“Okay, okay,” Felix says when all the shots are distributed. “Last round. Seriously. Need to get this one home.” He kisses your cheek, just like at the beginning of the night. If you weren’t drunk, you’d be embarrassed by how sweaty you are. You’ve shed the jacket, leaving you in a black ribbed tank top, and still, you almost feel feverish. 

Once the drinks are downed and the conversation has run out, Felix helps you out of your seat and helps put your jacket on. Even in your stupor, you manage out an “I’m pathetic. Letting a man do everything for me? Humiliating.” It’s meant as a joke, but only kind of. Your cheeks, already warm, feel the embarrassment of having to have him assist you with everything. 

Felix laughs his hearty, genuine laugh, and you immediately sink into his arms. You wave a goodbye to your intoxicated friends, fumbling to light up a cigarette as you leave the pub and begin to make the trek back to your dorm. It’s not far, but it feels like forever, even with Felix’s help. 

“Woah there,” he grabs your waist when you nearly twist your ankle on a curb. “Gotta be careful, now.” 

“I am so drunk,” you slur out, laughing maniacally. 

“Believe me, I know,” he laughs. 

“I really want chips,” you murmur. “And a Diet Coke.” 

“I think that can be arranged,” he replies, as you stumble up the steps to your dorm building. “And chips as in…”

“The American kind. Crisps!” You mimic a British accent, nearly falling down in the process. 

When you get to your door, Felix takes your clutch, rummaging around to find your key before unlocking the door and ushering you inside. “There we go. Here, come here.” You sway a bit, and he helps to steady you, leading you over to your made bed. Your room is free of clutter, everything in its place, such a contrast to his. You fall back, moaning at the feeling of your mattress, though it’s much stiffer and bumpier than the one back home. 

Felix then goes to your closet, picking out the softest t-shirt he can find, and a pair of shorts with little blue stars on them. He finds them endearing; they look worn and well loved among your designer clothes and hand-me-downs from your mother. 

“Okay, I’m going to change your clothes, is that okay? And you should probably be sitting up, in case you throw up, okay? Can you do that for me?” His voice is so gentle that your eyes well up with tears. 

You’ve never been this gone in front of him before, and though you know he won’t take an apology in the morning, you’re going to give it. 

You reposition yourself on the bed. “Good girl,” he says under his breath. “Alright. First order of business, let’s get these shoes off.”

“You’re so nice to me,” it comes out dreamily. “And you’re really cute.”

That makes him chuckle. “As are you, darling.” He asks for your cooperation as he pulls your tights off, followed by your skirt, and then pulls the shorts up over your legs. He then asks you to sit up and put your arms above your head so he can take the tank top off gingerly. 

“Bra or no bra?” Is his next question. 

“Literally no one sleeps in their bra,” you reply matter-of-factly, booping his nose. “It just isn’t done, Fe. Women around the world resent you for assuming that’s a thing that happens.” 

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” But he knows you’re joking, knows you’re drunk, and unclasps the bra before sliding it off your shoulders. 

“No funny business, mister,” your voice has grown less amused, less enthusiastic, taking on a lethargic timbre. Your sentence trails off and your eyes flutter for a second, and Felix takes that time to stand up and make his way to the door to go get you the packet of crisps and Diet Coke you’d so desperately wanted, and a bottle of water for the morning. 

“Don’t leave,” you murmur, almost barely audible. “Please. Stay with me.”

“I’m just going to get snacks,” he reassures. “Go to sleep, I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

You nod your head, and by the time he’s halfway down the hall, you’re out like a light.

The light streaming in wakes you up, barely recognizing that there’s a body next to you. It feels so normal, like this is the way it's always been. His arms around you, holding you so closely and tightly like if he lets you go, he’ll float away. You’ve gotten so used to this morning routine, especially on weekends, that it feels strange when you don’t wake up beside him. Two months of hot-and-heavy, constant time together, yet you still don’t know everything about him, and you’ve still got secrets you’ve yet to spill. 

You notice the pounding in your temple a few seconds after admiring the man next to you, and groan viciously at the pain. Maneuvering your hand out of his grasp and to your head, you find Advil and water neatly placed on your makeshift bedside table. You swallow the pills and chase them with the water, gulping it down before collapsing back into bed. 

“Rough night, yeah?” Felix chuckles, voice with a scruffy edge. 

You groan. “I’m so sorry,” you start lazily, still groggy. “Looks like old habits do die hard. Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Any time,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder. “Can you pass me the medicine? I’ve got a headache.”

“Sure thing,” you grab the glass of water and the bottle of pills. The rattle of them sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you now, and you cringe a bit. He swallows them down quickly and then grabs at your hips, pulling you back down with him. 

“Come on, we don’t have to be anywhere today,” he says quietly. “Let’s just be here.” You nod, and the two of you drift back to sleep. It reminds you of that interview you saw with Priscilla Presley once, about how she and Elvis would just stay in bed for days at a time. It doesn’t sound like such a bad idea when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

Later, once you’re awake and showered and dressed, after Felix has agreed to join you for a special screening of Lost in Translation at the local art house cinema, you utter it. While sitting at the American themed diner not far from campus, a tempered thank you. 

“For what?” He asks as the two of you walk, hand in hand. 

“For taking care of me,” your cheeks heat up once again, just like last night. “I just… I’ve been in some compromising situations before and you didn’t have to do that. No one else ever has. I’ve kinda just been on my own.”

He frowns and leans forward, dipping a fry in ketchup (he’d laughed at you when you’d called them fries, and you’d rolled your eyes and mocked his accent playfully, correcting yourself to the waitress.) “I’m so sorry… that’s… that’s rough.”

“You see this scar here?” You point to the one right above your eyebrow. “One time I passed out completely at a party… it was some executive’s kid’s birthday. Unlimited alcohol, unlimited cocaine. I must’ve hit my head on the tiles of the bathroom or worse… because I woke up completely naked with a bloody forehead.” You shudder, and he reaches his hands out to grab yours, letting the two of you bask in the stillness. “I still don’t know what happened but I’ve always assumed… I guess it’s good I don’t remember.” You feel the tears coming, and pinch the bridge of your nose to try to stop it. 

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Fuck is right. I used to be a different person. That shit woke me up, quickly. But, uh, let’s not talk about it anymore, okay? Just uh, thank you. It means a lot.”

He rubs the back of your hand. “I care about you, okay? Just want you to be safe.” You nod. 

You eat in silence for a little bit. You take small bites of your burger and sipping at your Coke. None of it is as good as your usual haunts in New York, but it still makes you feel warm inside, gives you a little bit of home. 

“Are you going back to the states for winter break?” He asks later. 

“Yeah,” you dab at your mouth with a napkin. “Christmas in New York with mom, New Year’s in Charleston with dad.”

“And that’s a good thing, yeah?” A shrug in return. 

“I guess,” you take a bite of a cold fry. “I don’t really have… like, friends there. In either place. That’s the funny thing about New York. There are so many people, and yet, that allows for so much loneliness. Here, I feel like people care? They know me, it’s a community. I didn’t go to Columbia or NYU so I could get away from there. I don’t know. I love it, but I also hate it.” 

“Maybe someday you can take me there,” he says casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He sips at his soda and you look down and smile. “What? I’ve never seen New York, it’d be perfect.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. It’s a deal, Catton.” 

“That way it’ll be less lonely.” And it feels as though your heart breaks and mends all at once. 

[hey-haven]

Okay, I may as well shoot my shot: Oz/Vera. Your thoughts?

Idk cause I feel like Oz would be way too intimidated by Vera but like…one of my favorite ships is literally Oz x Damien so I’d be a massive hypocrite if I said I didn’t ship them for that.

I said before I don’t see Vera with a guy but because Oz is masc nonbinary I think it’s fine. It’s like peak girlboss x malewife (enbywife?) energy. Like the ship is literally the embodiment of that dynamic. Like Vera will come home, and she will be greeted by Oz in a cute apron having made her cookies after a long day.

Holy shit actually I think I really ship it??? Oz seems like a very doting lover, which is literally perfect for Vera who works really hard and has a whole fucking mafia gang to take care of so then there’s Oz to take care of her. And in turn, Vera would spoil the fuck out of Oz and hopefully her influence will let them grow a spine lol.

Well fuck, in the span of the post, I’m like really for this ship now. Truthfully I too am weak for a girlboss and her malewife. (Ozwife lol)

[angelic-writer]

"Hey, hey... stay with me. Please...", The woman pleaded, holding her partner as he bled onto the pavement.

All around them were... chaos. People screaming to call 911, the authorities catching the businessman with the smoking gun.

The bleeding man reaches up to her, gently patting her cheek and smudging his blood all over her. But she didn't care. She just sat there, sobbing and pleading for him to stay.

But within the chaos, someone approaches. She looked up at him, and she muttered to him.

"Th...this can't be it, right? I can't lose him... I knew this was going to happen, and I did everything to avoid this. I tried to stop it... so why..? Why..?"

The stranger knelt down in front of the couple, and Madeline muttered again.

"Please... I can't lose him..."

"Hey..." The man managed to say before he coughed. "I-It's gonna be fine. I-I'll be... alright... Nothing a little stitching can't fix..." Despite his words, blood continued to pour out of his abdomen, staining his newly pressed business suit.

"10-53. Gonna need an EMT, stat!"

"Don't worry. He's gonna be alright. I'll make sure of it." The man said.

"How...?" She whispered. "I tried to stop him, but he was... too fast..."

The man looked at Matthew who was growing more pale by the minute. He grasped his hand and said "Listen to me. I need you to stay with me. An ambulance is on its way to get you."

"Who...? Who are..." Matthew's eyes began to flutter.

"Shh... You're gonna be okay. Just breathe with me, okay? Stay with me now." Madeline said, taking deep breaths.

Matthew tried his absolute best to copy his wife's movements, but his chest spasmed as blood trickled down his chin. She pressed her hands on his stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood while trying to calm her racing heart. Through the crowd, she could hear the cops saying something.

"Williams, come take a look at this."

"This guy got ID?"

"Do you know who this guy is?"

"No. Should I?"

"It's Declan Vera. The guy from the Global News. He is the Global News? He's the fucking founder!"

"Holy fucking shit. The millionaire?"

Maddie couldn't parse what Declan said, but it must've infuriated the cop because she heard him slam his fist against the door. "Shut the fuck up! You're gonna be fucking Richie Rich down at the station, you fuck!"

She couldn't stop shaking. She couldn't get her mind off of that dream she had where her husband was... She confronted him and...

Someone put their hand on her shoulder. She looked and saw a young woman in her mid twenties with long, black hair tied into a high ponytail. "Ma'am, we've got it from here. Step back."

"But..." She looked back to Matthew.

"It's okay. We got him."

With a shaky sigh, she hesitantly stepped back, allowing the medics to take over.

"Okay, we've gotta move fast. He's rapidly losing blood!"

"BP 60/40. Let's move, now!"

They swiftly got him on a stretcher and wheeled him to the ambulance.

"Wait! Can I come with?"

The woman nodded. "You can, but you have to stay back. Let us work."

With that, Madeline climbed into the ambulance, the man following suit.

She sat back as the medics scrambled to stabilize him. They tore off his bloody clothes, hooked him up on oxygen, different types of machines and tried their best to stop the bleeding. Madeline's head was swimming. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Everything that was said by the medics was entirely muffled.

"Heart rate's nearing tachycardia! Blood pressure's dropping!"

"Sir, can you hear me? We're gonna get you to the hospital and fix you up. You just gotta stay with us."

"Mmm...." Matthew caught his wife sitting at the back of the ambulance, clasping her hands tightly. "Mads..."

"Matt! Hey..." She wanted to be next to him. She wanted to hold his hand so badly, but she needs to give them space. She had to let them help him.

He gave her a small smile. It was the kind of smile he always gave her when he sees her every morning. "Live on for our kids... Okay...?" With that, his eyes slipped closed. The heart monitor began screeching an alarm.

"Shit! He's coding!"

No... No no no no no...

Her whole world had begun to crumble around her. He can't be... This can't be the end, right...? She can't go through that again...

One of the medics immediately started compressions. "C'mon, kid, stay with us! Don't die, please!"

The man floated over to the now lifeless Matthew on the gurney and grasped his shoulder. "Come on, kid. You're stronger than this. You gotta hold on for your wife. For your kids."

The medics continued to try and revive Matthew as the ambulance sped down to the hospital.

[welcome-to-oslov]

Listen, I've gotta defend Vera for a sec 😅 Very TMI defense. But. She wanted Tilrey back b/c sex had never felt the same way with anyone else, she could never come except the times she's been with him. Fix it, she cried!

Why? I know why!

Same here: I went to college, got a boyfriend, masturbated -- nothing. Meh. Blah. Touching my clit didn't do much at all, whether me or him. What is everyone talking about? How does this work?

Then one day, I'd had this awful guy roommate we were trying to kick out, and we were home alone together. He went on a tirade & grabbed my upper arm hard, yanking me across the room. I had to leave, call the cops, etc. But as I stood out there on the sidewalk what I'll never forget (drumroll TMI): my clit was *throbbing*. Holy shit. It felt so motherfuckin' incredible. So THIS is it! I'd never felt that in my life. So THAT'S what was wrong! I'd never actually been physically turned on before. THAT'S why touching my clit used to feel like nothing.

Long story short, no I didn't end up w/the psycho roommate 🤣 BUT I did learn to turn myself on so I could masturbate for real, get a boyfriend I was actually attracted to, and explore D/s & BDSM & live happily ever after 😚 Thank you roomie!

TL;DR I can't blame Vera for being down so bad for Tilrey when he's clearly the only person her clit's ever throbbed for 🥵 Jfc if that's the case I wanna fuck him too!

TMI or not, I like this defense! 😄 I never thought of it quite that way, but it makes sense. Vera needed to figure out that she wasn’t attracted to Tilrey specifically—she was attracted to a hot guy who also gave her a sense of crossing into dangerous, forbidden territory because he was a Laborer and a sex worker. She eventually found the same attractive qualities in someone who did have a genuine interest in her—Mal Sollentaal in Thurskein. He’s even a rebel, and they live more or less happily ever after, I guess? Despite all the trouble she caused, I think she deserves some happiness away from Tilrey. 🥹

[apollotronica]

goodness. ok one big ask for all of them

hearts

🤍 - you scare me /pos

💛 - you are like a wet cat

💚 - one million dollars. for you

i'd say red but that's known

artist

4. fav character/subject thats a bitch to draw

9. what are your file name conventions

24. do your references include stock images

27. do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? if so, what is it you draw to warm up with

30. what piece of yours do you think is underrated

specific and unrelated

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

7. what animal do you look forward to most when you visit an aquarium

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip

26. hows your spice tolerance?

get-to-know-me

bamboo - do you change into a different outfit when you get home

sage - what 'medium' of art (poetry, music, fiction, painting, statues, etc) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is

ivy - what are your 'tells' for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you're happy annoyed upset or tired

chamomile - what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts

aloe vera - what's something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

taro - if someone called you right now to catch up, what're the things youd tell them about

- 💌

OKAY JESUS HOLD ON these responses are for the heartsI SHOUDLNT SCARE YOU IM SO SWEETS and like you said . a wet cat .norhing to be afraid of . 10 jerbillion dollars for me

these r the attist asks i think

4 - honesltyUMMM i can never get dazais hair right . but hes pretty sinple everywhrr else . i also feel like i draw akutagawas hair inconsistently . all my problems are centered around hair

9 - my file names are whatever ibis paint x decides the file name is . unless i download it on my computer in which case its usually somr dumb shit

24 - SOOOOOMETIMES ???? i go on pinterest and just save and use whatever i need Hold on let me look at my reference folder rq. yeah ol i only have one stock image and its a dude holding a corndog

27 - NOPE my warmup is the sketch and maybe ill draw a couple face expressions on the side if im not in the zone yet . but no indont warm up usually

30 - THAT ONE OF IVLYA (OC) where hes like . almost facing the side .i cant find the image rn just go into my art tag😢

these repwonses r for the . unrelated/specific ones, 4 + 7 answered

16 - i like the mint . not the chocolatw chip . i think i would enjoy a minr chocolate swirl better because i hate chunks

26 - Um . average . i can handle like actual food spice like curry or other . things . but junk food like takis RUUUUUUIN MEEEEEE

these r for da get 2 know me ones ^_^ ivy ans chamomile answered

bamboo - Yeah i hate wearing outside clothes in the comfort of my home . i change into . usually what i slept in

sage - MUSIC AND POETRY i dont seem like a poetry guy i think but holy fucking shit some poems . some of them man. Ugh. and music theres so mucu potential Like . harmonies and shit dude im unwell . Music foreva

aloe vera - i kinda wna tto go on a real date Because like . idk that stuff is so foreign to me im not familiar with aaaany of it . i also want to get into baking

taro - FUCJ IT DEPENDS FROM WHEN HONESTLY i d let them know about my Mental Ailments i think id show off some art and link some of my socials maybe . and id talk about music . and things i got into while they were gone . Maybe attempt to discuss ... shivers . Feelings . i dont know

[bramblewatchescharmed]

s1e8 "Bug a Boo"

Thoughts after watching Charmed (2018) s1e8 "Bug a Boo":

For a show whose marketing was very pointed about Mel being a lesbian, it is, uh . . . Not a Good Look when it kills off a white gay man in an interracial relationship as the Victim of the Week.

It's also not a good look that all the cicada demons in this episode are played by Asian actors. Yes, there's a point to be made given the demons are running a dating app and one of them makes the comment on his date with Macy about Asian guys being statistically underrepresented and less likely to be chosen, but uh... that seems undercut with the reveal that he's, y'know, an insect demon.

Gods, the CGI for these bug demons makes them look absolutely disgusting and I am not here for it. Yeah the original had some questionable choices for demons and dodgy CGI, but Masselin was absolutely terrifying. Here, I'm just majorly grossed out.

Yeah, Parker and Maggie have been dating for five minutes so why is she talking about spending the summer with him?

Also, again, they've been dating for five minutes and he asks her for a plasma donation? (I know it's because she saw him shooting up and went with his cover story that it's a rare autoimmune disorder, which . . . I mean, yeah, you could say that, but ???).

Jada and Macy are the only likeable characters in this whole show, tbh. Jada's cool as fuck with her witchlighter powers.

Though it's kind of hard to take Jada seriously when she goes so very hard on the Mysterious Witchy Goth thing.

The Sarcana coven all in black, the Elder witches all in white . . . yeah, I'm saying it now: they're both very different types of cults, and Mel is a dumbass and manages to completely misunderstand both of them.

LMFAO at Mel walking into the Sarcana's lair and immediately being whacked upside the head with a wooden plank bc she walked in like a total noob. (She really is a dumbass, holy cow.)

I sorted at Galvin being hit by a car out of literally nowhere and that's how the episode ends.

Oh, for a rewrite of this whole season where the Veras have to figure shit out on their own and didn't go running to Harry and the Elders for every fucking little thing.

Though gods, as someone who is very gladly single, this episode makes me never want to use dating apps ever.

There is also way too much going on in this whole season thus far. I mean, you've got Mel still trying to figure out her mom's murder, the Elders vs the Sarcana, Fiona (Charity's sister), Maggie doing... whatever with her college campus and sorority, and Macy's subplots with Galvin and the university's genetics lab.

Actually, wait, I thought Macy worked for Hilltowne University as part of its genetics research lab? So why and how would a third-party company (Morningstar Biotech) move in and completely take over the lab? I don't remember if this was ever explained or not. (Yeah, the Vera-Vaughns vanquished the previous head of the lab/department, but still.)

"We all know you and Charity used to date," Mel tells Harry, except uh . . . outside of this episode it was never obvious that they used to be a couple, and the one time Harry/Charity do have a moment, it's when they're alone and the Vera-Vaughns are nowhere to be found. So how the hell does Mel know that Charity and Harry used to bang?

It's also never really made clear in this universe why witch/Whitelighter relationships are forbidden, but damn at Jada saying the Elders called her an abomination simply for being born.

Again, the Elders in this show are even worse than the Elder Whitelighters in the OG, and that is saying something, considering these Elders are all cis women / female witches.

I snickered at Hunter calling his and Parker's demonic dad "a three-thousand year old douche". This whole demon family is.... oooh boy, but at least Hunter sticks up for his younger brother.

"I'm still getting over my ex," Mel says while infiltrating the dating-app building on campus. Uh-huh, I'd have a better time believing that if she didn't literally only grieve for Niko for, like, five minutes.

[thelovelybitten]

vera’s first watch of south park — season three (part 1)

I’m on a roll rn, I’m also sick so it’s binge time.

EPISODE 1:

Jennifer ANISTON ??? Big slay on her part

Oh LORD KENNY IS WHIPPED FOR THIS CUTE BLONDE GIRL

CRAIG !!!! FINALLY HIS FIRST APPEARANCE!!

Craig: *flips people off* an icon fr

He’s a cute kid aw <3 ily Craig

Kenny: WOOOOOOO

KELLY she’s so cute

KENNY maybe u need to not muffle babe (but at the same time, it’s his staple)

Kenny lying to Kelly abt being poor NO

YO THIS FUCKING POPPED OFF

THE BOYS ATE THE CHOREO (maybe except Kyle lol)

Nah bc Kelly ate her solo

“AAH, SNAKE” nah dude, it’s just a branch

“AAH, SNAKE” no, that’s the same branch again

SO FUNNY I LOVE STYLE

Note: stan is scared of snakes

Kelly so true, but pls get with Kenny for comedic relief and happiness for him bc he gets brutally murdered every ep pls and thank u

KYLE RLY FUMBLED THE BAG WITH THIS CHOREO LOL

Kenny SAVING KELLY so cute of him

Kelly in her mixed emotions state of mind

Kenny being done with this shit

Are they rly gonna die

Kenny and Kelly are so cute what

Stan & Kyle say their iconic line and Kelly is like? ARE U PEOPLE STUPID ??? HELP HIM and resurrects him before the ep ends

ANYWAYS SO CUTE

EPISODE 2:

What the— Kenny is dead already ? Y’all weird

KENNY IS DATING KELLY HOW CUTE <3

Randy: :| I’m a geologist

Wait omg i now know what Kyle is looking for… ARE U FR

That’s so awks for him and for me

“Resurrection” KYLE UR BRAIN IS ON ONE BRAIN CELL

“Screw u guys, I’m going home.”

Wait cartman do be Jesus on the cross THEY ACTUALLY LEFT HIM THERE FNDNJSDJVJKSJ

“GET ME DOWN FROM NYAH” sjbjkdsbjgbk he’s got so many good lines

RANDY MARSH DAY kinda epic

Whoopi ???!??@@?@

Randy eating left and right very slay

Kyle… honey….

It’s hot out, and stan & Kyle are still in their winter wear

“Uhh… it sucks ass.” - Stan

Gerald: unbothered

^^ and flabbergasted

Pog champ randy marsh

CARTMAN LMAO he’s got that skinny bod babe

EPISODE 3:

OH LORD I WAS LITERALLY AT THE OPTOMETRIST LAST WEEK AND GOT MY EYS DILATED AND I LOOKED LIKE MY CAT WHEN THEY WANNA POUNCE ON SUMTH

All the homies hate that chef is gone

The core four: ?!?!?!?!? Not this bitch dating our councillor from the cafeteria LMAO

I have a stigmatism too cartman <3

The core four (again): >:OOOOO

“But MEEM”

Damn cartman’s eyes are fucked

“AAAA IT’S THE SUCCUBUS” — Eric

HOLY SHIT THAT SCARED THE FUCK OUTTA ME

*muffles explanation of how to kill a succubus*

Jesus CHRIST

CHEF IS BACK <3

EPISODE 4:

Harmonica ate

Okay not Kenny slander >:(

What the fresh hell is this

AYO why garrison sleeping w pigeons >:(

Eric…. LMAO

This ep is boring tbh

OH MY LORD WTF

That was v gross

Chaos

Kenny ate the costume

Yeah no this one was BORING

EPISODE 5:

Craig… unbothered king

KENNY ATE IN HOME EC

Wendy wanted shop class >:( the gender roles

Omg creek crumbs

Damn they wanna start beef with tweek and craig very devious of them

Everyone betting on who’s gonna win

Craig… i love you so

“Red racer is on.” “Craig, you can watch Red Racer any day of the week” “I DO WATCH RED RACER EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK.” Get him Craig , ain’t no one getting between u and ur show babe

*slams door* so iconic of him

Oh but when IT’S ABOUT STRIPE THE GUINEA PIG, IT’S WAR

Stripe >>>>>>>>> anything else

Poor tweek omg :’( he’s having issues

LMAO EVERYONE IN CRAIG’S FAMILY FLIPS EACH OTHER OFF HAHAHAH

Core four fights each other aww they family fr <3

Are tweek and craig really gonna fight??

Wendy gaslighting and helping stan as she should

Tweek and Craig tapping each other :’) so cute

Tweek ate that boxing

CARTMAN LMAO

Craig… cartman ain’t SHIT

HEYO GET OFF KENNY HE’S DOING WELL :’(

Kenny’s got trauma :’( don’t force him to do that wtf

JESUS THIS FIGHT GONNA BE WHACK

LET’S GO THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING

Style gaslighting creek

I had my eyes closed for Kenny’s death i have trauma

Omg THEIR GASLIGHTING IS TOO MUCH LMAO

I loved this one, made up for the last ep

EPISODE 6:

AYE…ERIC

Wtf is this panda…

This one is a big trigger so bear with me, commentary might be short

Excuse me???

DON’T COME FOR MY SON STAN

FUCK OFF CARTMAN

EXFUCKING SCUSE ME??? This is BULLSHIT

I hate the stan slander

Note: stan has asthma

Victoria??? WHAT THE HELL

I HATE THIS PANDA.

Jesus

Clyde and Bebe wanting to sue someone… I’ll take my Clyde/Bebe crumbs

NO NOT THE BOARD SCRATCH YUCK

Omg Clyde and Bebe ate

Kyle’s dad is yassified purr

CRAIG I KNOW U AIN’T COMING FOR MY DAUGHTER— UR STAN CARD IS REVOKED FOR THE TIME BEING, DON’T TOUCH MY GIRL WENDY

EVERYONE side eyeing KYLE'S DAD

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HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

PERFECT PICTURES (PART 2)

A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! I'm back with a requested part 2! Thank you guys for all the love you show me by reading, liking and commenting my stories! It means a lot 🥺❤️

Without further ado, enjoy!

Sending love ❤️

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Summary: Hailee and Y/N spend their lazy day in a different way they originally thought.

Warnings: smut.

Word count: 6697 words.

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Y/N exited the elevator and strode happily along the hallway that would led her to Hailee’s hotel room to spend their day off while watching movies. A thrill buzzed throughout her entire body when she stopped right outside Hailee’s door to knock and waited fervently for the singer to open up to start their lazy day in, that said door opening a few seconds later revealing the singer smiling brightly, that grin infectious enough to instantly put a just as shiny one on Y/N’s lips.

"Oh there is my savior!" Hailee exclaimed as soon as she opened the door and stepped aside as a now confused Y/N entered the singer’s hotel room while staring at her puzzled.

"What happened Haiz?" Y/N chuckled when the singer hugged her tightly and sighed dramatically after closing and locking the it.

"Well, I totally forgot I was supposed to take some pictures in a few items a new brand sent me and post something about it. Do you mind snap a few pictures for me?" Hailee mustered her best puppy dog eyes and batted her eyelashes with her bottom lip jutted out as she stared at the girl in pleading, who was sure she literally melted down on the hotel room floor at the adorableness the singer was emitting.

"Steinfeld, you are, from now on, forbidden to use that-" Y/N waved her hand up around Hailee’s face, "to ask for favors."

"Why?" Hailee asked in a baby, cute voice, batting her eyelashes some more as her pout intensified, smirking inwardly as she watched the girl visibly relenting to her request.

"Because no one can say no to that face." Hailee let her face break into a big smile and hugged the photographer again, with much more force this time, as little squeals left her lips.

"Thank you!" She repeated over and over as she continued to squeeze the Y/H/C girl in gratitude and excitement.

"Don’t thank me, Haiz. I would have said yes no matter what you asked me." Y/N earnestly offered to the singer, causing a flood of butterflies to run wild in her stomach at the Y/E/C girl’s declaration.

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Of course. Except prank Vera and Kiera. Those two scare me a lot."

"Noted." Hailee snorted but nodded in agreement. Those two could be terrifying when they are mad.

"So, do you want to get this over with now or later?"

"Whenever you want to do it. I mean you’re the one who has to take the pictures."

"Let’s get to work then!" Y/N clapped her hands together enthusiastically and walked towards the table in the left side of the room where she left her camera the night prior, grabbing it and nodding towards the eager singer.

"I just need to put the merch on and we can start." Hailee started walking towards the bathroom where she already put everything she needed to start her plan and smirked mischievously when she turned her back to the girl.

"Alright! I’ll try to find the better spot to shoot, y’know with good lightning and so on."

A few minutes later, Y/N was satisfied with the white wall she considered good enough for the shoot and turned around when she heard the bathroom door open to tell Hailee just that but she was too occupied to pick her jaw off the floor when her eyes settled on the singer. Or on her actual state. Holy shit. Fuck.

"All ready!" Hailee feigned innocence as she smiled up at the clearly affected Y/H/C girl, while walking into the room and swaying her hips more than necessary to tease Y/N more. She was wearing a big white blouse with only the first button fastened, to let it flow down her sides and showing a really sexy pair of black lace bra and underwear and her stomach - she totally wasn’t contracting her abs more than necessary-, high heels, her hair tussled a bit but still styled perfectly and topping her look off with light make up on.

Y/N was having a really hard time to not drool all over the floor right now at the sight she had in front of, a soft hum buzzing throughout her body as her eyes raked over the most attractive girl Y/N had ever seen. The photographer shook her head when Hailee called her with an amused smile and mirth swimming in her intoxicating brown eyes and she shook her head to get out of her haze, "sorry, what did you say?"

"I said, I’m ready to start."

"Oh yes! Of course! Hm- okay I found the perfect spot- here." Y/N pointed to the wall she was standing right next to it, moving her hand around too much for her likings but she was pretty sure she lost all her ability to exist with the singer standing so close to her with that outfit on, so she couldn’t really help it. "Okay- hm-" Y/N trailed off to examine the wall and the singer’s figure next to it, forcing her brain to focus on what she does best and not on that enticing sight, while Hailee felt hot all over at the photographer’s eyes raking up and down her body meticulously. She knew that the girl was thinking the perfect shot to pose in to take the picture, but she couldn’t help the shiver running down her spine at the glint the girl seemed to have in her eyes the moment she laid them on herself. "Lay with your shoulders on the wall and lean your hips forward." Hailee bit on her bottom lip hard at the instructions, finding extremely hot the girl in her element and looking so focused on her task, as she did what she was told and waited for more instructions. "Okay- perfect!" Y/N snapped a few pictures before crouching down and humming out loud, "lean your left leg over, just a bit." Hailee suppressed the butterflies ready to come out and followed Y/N’s orders, looking down into the camera with a seductive look on, a look that she was serving for Y/N only, hoping with all herself that everything will go according to her plan. "Okay, I’m satisfied with what we got. Want to take a look so you can choose the ones that will go on your Instagram post?"

"Oh yes, absolutely. But- they sent me a few more things to try on. I’m going to change really quickly so we can keep shooting."

"Oh alright, go on." Y/N smiled warmly at the singer as she walked into the bathroom, almost fainting when the girl threw a wink at her before closing the door and disappearing behind it. "Holy shit. Y/N pull yourself together for fuck’s sake!" Y/N whispered to herself once she was alone in the room, pacing back and forth in distress, "okay, she is hot. So what? Okay no, scratch that. She is extremely hot. Fuck. Y/N stop! She is your boss and you can’t think the things you’re thinking right now. That’s inappropriate and terribly unprofessional. Shit, I don’t know how I’m gonna recover from that sight- those legs will hunt me for the rest of my… life." Y/N drawled the last part when Hailee walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a pair of black stockings and black gloves covering her naked chest. Am I dreaming? If so please don’t wake me up. She tried, she really did, but her eyes had a mind of their own and settled on Hailee’s hips and her underwear, or the lack of that said garment. With the last ounce of clarity she had, she realized that those stockings were designed to be both stockings and underwear, and despite the darker patch of fabric on the pubic area, it was doing really nothing to cover Hailee up completely, and she felt dizzy from that fact as her mouth dried up completely, as all her moisture settled between her legs.

"Ready to go!"

Do your fucking job, you doofus. Focus on that. Stop staring, it’s creepy! "Okay, I was thinking about-" -spreading you on that bed and make you feel good-, the girl thought as she grabbed a chair and settled it behind Hailee, "here, sit on it." The singer sat down and looked up at the girl, smiling inwardly when she noticed Y/N’s eyes were unfocused and darker than usual, "wait, sit on it backwards." Hailee readjusted herself and the chair to let the white wall highlight her profile and waited for Y/N to tell her what to do, "perfect- arch your back a bit." Y/N got ready to snap a picture, as Hailee did as she was told, before laying one hand on the backrest of the chair to stabilize herself as her arm covered her breasts. "Just like that, you’re perfect-" Hailee swallowed down a moan at the praises Y/N kept throwing at her as she kept snapping pictures and smiled seductively down at the camera. "Okay, can you sit back around and right on its edge and lean your back on it? Okay that’s it-" she snapped a few pictures as she patted herself on her back for keeping an almost clear mind as she surfed over this sweet torture she was being put in, before throwing it all away when Hailee covered herself up with one arm as her hand adjusted the edge of her stockings, noticing how she let her hand linger there a few seconds before retrieving it and settling it back on her breasts. Y/N got out of her reverie as a flash bounced of the white wall, just now realizing she snapped a picture without noticing. Fuck, why is it so hot in here?! "Okay, just a few more and we’re done."

Just then Hailee followed her last part of her plan and moved both of her hands off her chest to throw her hair over her shoulders to let them lay on her back, reveling into the astounded look the photographer threw at her action and smirking inwardly when she saw her loosing her grip on the camera for just a second as another involuntary click echoed around the room. Y/N snapped a few more pictures and told Hailee she was done a few seconds after, sitting up from her crouching position and taking a big gulp of air to try to calm herself down and to stop her body from buzzing so heavily. "Let me see!"

The singer sat up from the chair and sauntered towards the now furiously blushing photographer, fighting against her smug grin as she kept pretending she completely forgot she was half naked and didn’t cover her breasts up, instead laying one hand on the small of Y/N’s back as the other pushed the camera screen towards her to let her see the pictures Y/N had just taken. The brunette noticed how the Y/E/C girl’s hands were slightly shaking while she swiped across the pictures. Beads of sweat formed on Y/N’s forehead for having the extremely hot but extremely naked singer beside her and she almost fainted when she felt the gentlest of contacts touching her arm softly and realizing a second later it was the singer’s boob sliding gently on her arm’s skin as she leaned over a bit to take a better look on one of the last pictures she took. "Hailee- hm- can you- go change? You’re naked." Y/N grimaced at the awkward, stammered words she delivered to the brunette and stared down at the camera to prevent her eyes to focus on those round, tempting breasts she had literally a palm away from touching, while the brunette’s hand on her back was burning her skin and making her hole body light up with arousal.

"Oh I’m sorry! I just thought- we are friends, I’m comfortable around you."

Y/N tried to ignore the dejected drop of her heart at the singer’s using of the word ‘friends’ and swallowed the whimper ready to slip out from her throat when Hailee turned around to look at her in apology, causing her nipple to brush on the photographer’s wrist as a shiver ripped through her body. Hailee noticed her reaction and smirked inwardly, resisting the urge to kiss the distressed girl right then to see how much more she can push her limits, "I- I know, but, you should get dressed- you could get cold."

Y/N mentally punched herself in the face for her poor excuse she offered to Hailee and closed her eyes with a soft ‘fuck’ as she waited for the singer to laugh at her, but when silence wrapped them both, she reopened them and looked up and into the singer’s irises, gulping loudly when she saw the brunette’s brown orbs were now a darker shade and full of lust and what she can only describe as resolution, "with you by my side, my body is always on fire." And then Hailee’s hands grasped the photographer’s neck and connected their lips together in a surprisingly slow and sweet kiss. The Y/H/C girl had her eyes opened wide in shock at what was happening but closed them a few seconds later, it was totally not cool kiss someone with your eyes open, it’s strange and creepy. Hailee felt how stiff the girl was as she reciprocated the kiss, knowing well she was just overthinking about what was happening instead of enjoying the moment, so she moved her hand behind the girl’s neck to caress the skin there softly, noticing how the girl relaxed almost immediately and smiled into the kiss.

A few seconds later they separated to take some breath as their foreheads leaned together, "what just happened?"

Hailee giggled airily at the whispered question Y/N asked on her lips, not really sure if the girl was talking to her or to herself, but answered her nonetheless, "I just kissed you, you silly, extremely hot, dummy." And then laid a soft peck on her lips.

"Oh, so it was real." Hailee couldn’t help but snort at the sentence and nodded, her head’s movement and their proximity caused their noses to bump softly.

"It was very, very real." Hailee connected their lips once again, deeply this time, taking the opportunity to slip her tongue past Y/N’s slightly parted lips and lick inside her mouth, feeling more than hearing the groan Y/N emitted as the sound traveled right between her legs. Moments later Y/N’s tongue took over and slid across Hailee’s wet muscle as she forced her way into the singer’s mouth and reveled in the minty taste of her, as her free hand snaked around Hailee’s waist to pull her impossibly closer. When air became necessary, they detached their lips away and breathed deeply, as their lustful gazes raked over each other’s faces.

"You’re a really good kisser, fuck." Hailee whispered hotly between them as her hands grasped Y/N’s skin greedily while they breathed the other in.

"Well I must say, you’re not too bad yourself miss Steinfeld." Y/N quipped as she pecked the girl’s alluring, plump lips, now a bit swollen and red from the kisses they shared, that made them much more addicting. "Wait- before I get my hopes up too much- what does this mean?"

Hailee shook her head tenderly and bit her bottom lip softly as her eyes conveyed the fondness she felt for this special dork, "it means that I like you, a lot."

If Hailee’s brain wasn’t so intoxicated by the girl standing so close to her, she would have laughed at the astonished look Y/N was regarding her with, with her eyes widened and her mouth opening and closing quickly without emitting a sound. She continued this for a few seconds before she found her voice again, "I was lost for a second. I thought it was my imagination pulling a joke on me. But fuck it’s not- and I haven’t said something about liking you back! Shit- of course I like you. And not only as an ‘I like you’ as a friend, but an ‘I like like you’ and I hope this is okay because it’s totally so uncool to crush on the person you’re working with and- why are you laughing?" Y/N asked with a mix between confusion and amusement dancing around her features as a small smile curled her lips without her even noticing it.

"Because I’ve never seen you like this!" When Y/N lifted her eyebrow up in a silent question, Hailee chuckled out loud and pointed at the photographer’s face, "see! That’s what I’m talking about! You’re always so laid down and cool and watching you loose your shit because I kissed you and told you I like you, well it’s a very hilarious and endearing sight to witness, not to mention so freaking cute!" Y/N felt her cheeks burn at the singer’s words and broke their staring contest to stare down at her feet abashed, only for her face to be lifted up a few moments later to meet Hailee’s powerful brown irises, "don’t be embarrassed, I like it, so much."

Hailee’s entrancing gaze arose goosebumps all over her body as a strong shiver raked down her spine and set her body on fire, "and I like you so so much, miss Hailee Steinfeld."

"God, say my name like that once again."

Y/N smirked smugly and leaned their faces closer to wrap her lips around the brunette’s lobe and suck on it for a few seconds, before releasing it with a wet, loud pop and whispering into her ear, with the lowest, sultriest and raspiest tone she could muster, "Hailee-" she trailer off just a second for good measure as she used the girl’s closed eyes to place her camera on the table right beside them, before continuing, "Steinfeld."

A moan ripped out of the singer’s throat when Y/N’s hands, now completely free, sneaked possessively around her waist and grasped her ass hard to flush their bodies together while she connected their lips in an hungry and lustful kiss, with wet sounds sneaking from between their open mouths as their teeth and tongues clashed together greedily. Hailee’s hands gripped the photographer’s neck hard to pull the girl even more closer, as if she was afraid she was ever going to pull away from her. So Y/N reassured her by pushing her tongue more into her mouth as one of her hands sneaked under the stockings fabric to reach the soft and firm texture of her left buttcheek. They continued like this for a while, until they felt their lungs burn form lack of air and pulled away to regain their breaths. But Hailee didn’t want to stay too much away from the Y/H/C girl in front of her so she dived right back in a couple of seconds later to kiss her languidly, as one of her hands moved away from her neck and down her body, before sneaking into the girl’s sweatshirt and settled on her abdomen, pleasurably surprised to find the girl was particularly in shape and couldn’t prevent the shock wave that traveled down her spine and between her legs, increasing her arousal. "Y’know-" Hailee pulled away from the kiss just a bit to murmur on Y/N’s lips as her fingertips caressed the skin right below the fabric of the photographer’s bra, "I find it very disappointing that I’m the only half naked here. You’re wearing too much clothes."

"It’s not my fault, isn’t it? Are you gonna do something about it or do I have to take care of the situation myself?" Y/N asked teasingly, ready to let a satisfied grin to curl around her lips for coming up with a witty remark despite her hazy mind but the singer beat her to it. In a swift movement her sweatshirt and bra fell down on the floor, exposing her upper body to the singer, whose eyes never left hers.

"Can I take a look or do I have pretend I’m not staring at your boobs just as you did while we were shooting?" Y/N gulped loudly at the singer’s playful question, now knowing really well her subtle, quick peeks weren’t so very subtle and quick after all. Hailee merely chuckled under her breath and joined their lips together as she bravely drew a line up from the waistband of the Y/H/C girl’s jeans, between her abs, that immediately contracted under her digits’ way, until she reached her destination and wrapped her left hand around a full, soft breast. They didn’t know who let out the needy, hoarse moan that echoed around the room, but neither of them seemed to care as their continued to fondle with as much skin they could reach while kissing passionately, taking just small breaths in between before diving right back in. Hailee was so much caught in between Y/N’s tongue licking inside her mouth that was making her head spinning, and the magical sensation of pulling the girl’s nipple between her thumb and pointer finger, that she didn’t notice them walking backwards until she felt the back of her knees hit the bed and being pushed softly down on the bed. She opened her eyes and sat up from her laying position, perching her upper body up with her elbows and arching her back a little bit excessively to expose her breasts more to the girl standing at the foot of the bed and eyeing her with the most lustful gaze she had ever been looked at. "Are you just gonna stand there or are you joining me?" Y/N shook her head at the question and went to crawl on the singer’s wonderful body that was waiting for her mouth and hands when Hailee stopped her by sitting up on her knees as she stared up at her with mischief swimming in her now dark brown eyes and a crooked smile on her swollen lips. Her hands slid up from the girl’s knees, caressing the jeans’ fabric slightly, before stopping at the button and fiddling with it a little bit, "I want this off." Hailee whispered softly on the girl’s stomach as she laid a sweet peck there, just above her navel, feeling a wave of goosebumps under her lips, before finally popping the button open. She looked up and into the girl’s lustful Y/E/C orbs as she pulled the zip down really slowly, both of them staring at each other with their mouths open and breathing heavily. When the zip was completely down, Hailee ripped her eyes off Y/N’s magnetic ones to look down on the girl’s now open jeans and at her black boy shorts she was wearing under. She circled with her hands Y/N waist as she peppered kissed on the girl’s upper torso, leaving a small hickey under the girl’s right boob, then nuzzling the round mound with her tongue before wrapping her tongue around an erected nipple that was screaming for her mouth’s attention. She heard a loud moan above her and a few seconds later a hand wrap around her hair to push her more into her chest, gladly granting Y/N’s silent request. Her hands moved down to grab Y/N’s ass and squeezed it at one particular bite on the photographer’s left nipple, causing her hips to buckle involuntarily in pleasure.

"Hailee." Y/N whispered above the brunette’s head and whined pitifully when Hailee released her nipple to stare at her pleased.

"Someone is eager." Hailee spoke out matter-of-fairly as her mouth descended down the photographer’s stomach and peppered kissed all along her waistband, feeling the hand in her hair tighten its grip as soft whines left Y/N’s mouth.

"I can’t help it when you give me all these amazing attentions."

"Mh- so- hm no wait, I want to test it myself." Y/N opened her eyes to stare at Hailee down in confusion at her uncompleted question only for them to widen in surprise when the singer’s left hand left her ass to slip in her opened jeans and teased her now drenched core through the ruined fabric of her panties. "Mh, yeah, just as I suspected." Y/N didn’t have enough strength to let out coherent words, so she just moaned out what she considered was a ‘what’ and bucked her hips down onto Hailee’s hand to seek more friction. "You’re dripping wet." And to validate her words, she pushed the short’s fabric aside and pinched softly Y/N’s clit, feeling a few seconds later a fresh gush of wetness leaving her core. "Am I turning you on?"

"Fuck." Y/N moaned loudly and tried to pushed her hips down on Hailee’s fingers but the brunette placed her panties’ fabric back on her core and resumed her movements over the wet cloth as she chuckled under her breath.

"Answer me, Y/N. Am I turning you on?" Hailee didn’t wait for Y/N’s answer - she perfectly knew the effect she was having on her but she wanted to hear it from Y/N - and pushed the jeans down the girl’s perfect legs, leaving a few pecks here and there as she helped Y/N out of her pants, before sliding back up and laying a single peck on the girl’s clothed core before staring up at Y/N with her right eyebrow arched up in challenge.

Right then and there Y/N felt like a bucket of iced water touched her scorching hot skin and made her come back to her senses. C’mon Y/L/N, it’s your turn to have your fun with her. "I have to admit-" Y/N placed her hand back on the back of the singer’s neck to caress her scalp gently, "I’m so turned on right now I could just climax without a proper stimulation." Y/N trailed off to let Hailee smirk smugly up at her and watched her as she grasped with her hands the waistband of her panties to slip them down her legs, but stopped just when she was a few inch down by gripping her wrists and pushing her in a sitting position, before crawling on her lap and slipping her tongue into her slightly parted lips. She licked the inside of the singer’s mouth a few seconds before pulling away and waiting patiently for Hailee to open her eyes, "but-" Y/N let go of Hailee’s wrists and sneaked one hand between their bodies to slide her fingers on the singer’s barely clothed core, finding the stockings’s fabric completely drenched, "you’re just as much turned on as I am. Am I turning you on?" Y/N repeated the singer’s prior question and Hailee moaned pitifully on Y/N’s lips curled in a smug smirk before nodding in agreement. Y/N let the smirk become a warm grin and kissed the girl’s lips softly, "are you sure?" Y/N asked after she pulled away from the loving kiss when she felt the singer moving her hips to seek some needed friction, "because we can always stop."

Hailee smiled tenderly up at the girl and kissed her quickly, "I want to. I want you so much."

"I want you too, Hailee. These past two months have been a torture."

"But now you can have me." Hailee connected their lips once again, deeper this time, and sneaked her hands behind the girl’s neck to slowly lay them down, as Y/N’s hand resumed her slow stimulation on her core. "Please take these off." Hailee was writhing uncontrollably under Y/N’s body, feeling the coiling sensation in her low abdomen curling so hard it was ready to snap. She needed Y/N and she needed her now. "Now, please."

"As you wish." Y/N murmured on Hailee’s mouth, then laying a soft, sweet peck there before descending down her body, kissing down her collarbones, focusing her attention there just a few seconds before continuing her path down her mouth’s yearned destination since the singer walked out of the bathroom not too long ago, her mouthwatering chest. When her lips wrapped around the brunette’s erected nipple, Hailee’s hands immediately found their way on her body, her left one grasped her scalp while the right one settled between her shoulder blades to push her more into her chest as she arched her back into her mouth. Y/N smiled proudly at the reactions she was pulling from the girl under her, who was writhing her body uncontrollably as soft whines escaped her throat at every lick, kiss and soft bite Y/N left on her breasts, switching from left to right to give those round mounds the attention they deserved.

"Y/N, baby- shit-" Hailee stopped mid-sentence to wail out loud when Y/N bit down hard on her right nipple at the term of endearment that freed the butterflies around her stomach, "even if I’m enjoying so much what you’re doing- fuck- okay- c’mere." Hailee grunted in frustration and pulled Y/N’s face away from her chest when she bit hard on her nipple once again and felt a smirk forming on her skin, knowing really well Y/N was just messing around with her now and forced her up to look into her eyes. "You tease." Y/N chuckled softly with mirth exuding from her orbs and Hailee couldn’t help but join their lips lovingly at that cute sight she had in front of her. "Fuck me, now. Or I’ll do it and you will only watch."

"Uh, is that a threat?" Y/N wiggled her eyebrows jokingly only for her smug face to fall when Hailee smirked mischievously and slipped a hand into her stockings, causing Y/N’s Y/E/C irises to cast down between their bodies and gulped loudly when she could literally see from the see-through fabric Hailee pushing two fingers inside her and started moving in and out fast.

"Fuck." Y/N growled under her breath and Hailee chuckled softly, the sound stopping abruptly when Y/N swiftly pulled Hailee’s hand out of her core and ripped the stockings open.

"Hey! I liked those- fuck!" Hailee moaned loudly and dropped her head back down on the pillow when Y/N’s pointer and middle finger met her pulsing clit, "nevermind!" Y/N snorted at the singers breathy words and pecked her lips softly, staring into her eyes in a silent question and when Hailee nodded while she bit her lower lip sultrily, it was the validation Y/N needed and slipped her fingers down before inserting two digits in and starting a slow, steady rhythm. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"You’re so wet, Haiz. Is this all for me?"

"Yes, shit-fuck- all for you." Hailee wailed pitifully as she trashed around at the wonderful sensation of finally being filled by the photographers fingers. "Please faster."

Y/N satisfied Hailee’s request immediately, reveling into the sensation of having the singer’s walls squeeze her fingers and staring in awe at the most mesmerizing expressions flitting over her features as she contorted her face in pleasure. Y/N reattached her lips on Hailee’s left nipple, suckling her supple breast greedily as she added a third finger and fastened her pace, wanting at all costs to make Hailee reach her peak. And that’s what Hailee did. She toppled over the edge when Y/N added her thumb into the equation to rub her clit furiously, her core contorting around her digits as juices spilled out onto Y/N’s hand and her bed sheets. The photographer slowed her movements to prolong Hailee’s high and pulled away only when the singer’s body slumped back on the bed, leaving a few pecks on her chest and neck before pulling her into a sweet, slow kiss. "How are you feeling?"

"I don’t know if there’s an appropriate word to describe how good I feel right now." Hailee murmured between their lips with a dreamy look and a dope smile and Y/N laughed softly at the singer, who joined her soon after as both of their bodies buzzed with happiness. "Y’know, I don’t like the fact that you’re still wearing your sexy panties."

"Well, are you gonna do something about it?" Y/N asked teasingly with a low, hoarse tone as she nipped at the brunette’s jaw.

Hailee hummed under her breath and let herself enjoy the feeling of Y/N’s intoxicating lips for just a few seconds before she pulled hard on her scalp to let her meet her eyes once again. "I still need to recover from that amazing orgasm." Y/N snorted as she gloated at Hailee’s admission, "but- you’re gonna get rid of those-" she waved her hand at Y/N’s boy shorts, "so I’ll get to work." Y/N gulped loudly at the bossy look Hailee was giving her and she couldn’t help but do what she asked, pulling her underwear down before crawling back on the singer’s lap. She only had a few seconds to adjust on Hailee’s stomach when the brunette switched their position and made her lay down on the bed, a soft thud echoing around the room. "You’re so beautiful." Y/N blushed furiously at the sincerity dripping from her tone and pulled her eyes away from the singer’s ones full of fondness. Hailee laid her body down to kiss Y/N languidly as her hands caressed her sides softly, while Y/N’s ones slid up and down her back. "I mean it. You’re beautiful my precious Y/N."

"I’m just- not used to receive compliments."

"Well in this case, I’m gonna spend every single day to make you realize how beautiful you are." Hailee sealed her promise with a searing kiss that left both of them breathless, taking advantage of Y/N being distracted to sneak a hand between their bodies and slip a finger into the photographer’s dripping center, immediately starting with a fast pace.

"Oh fuck-" Y/N pulled away from the kiss to moan loudly into Hailee’s mouth, the motion so erotic that Hailee felt a gush of wetness spurt out of her core. "That feels amazing." Y/N closed her eyes and pushed her head back in pleasure to give Hailee’s lips more access to her neck when the singer started nipping at the skin there. "More, please. I’m so close already."

"I can feel it. Shit Y/N, you’re so wet for me." Hailee added two more fingers, sliding them in with ease, helping her movements with her hips as she pushed her digits in deeper and faster, not wanting to tease Y/N even further. "You’re so hot baby."

"Fuck Haiz." Hailee gripped Y/N’s side hard as she quickened her pace, causing the bed to squeak loudly and the bedpost to hit the wall hard. Those loud sounds mixing with Y/N’s groans and moans of her name and a few curse words were turning her on once again. "I’m gonna-"

"Cum for me, baby. Let go." With a few more hard thrusts and her thumb hitting on the photographer’s clit firmly, Y/N came with a loud cry of the singer’s name, her back arched in pleasure and her hands gripping Hailee’s back to pull her closer. Hailee slowed her movements to let Y/N ride out her high as she peppered sweet kisses all over her face and whispering sweet nothings on her skin.

She pulled her hand out and both shuddered at the lost warmth, only to sigh contentedly when Hailee laid beside Y/N and cuddled into her arms immediately, her right arm sliding over the photographer’s waist as Y/N’s left one combed into her hair caressed her head softly. "That was amazing." Hailee smiled brightly and pecked her lips softly, silently agreeing with Y/N. "Even if it was a torture doing that photoshoot."

"Well it helped us be here, didn’t it?" Hailee asked in amusement and nuzzled their noses together. "It wasn’t all fun and games for me either. I had to resist the urge to laugh at your astonished face when I walked out of the bathroom almost naked and you trying to subtly ogle at my boobs."

"Well excuse me if you literally pushed your tits right into my face." Hailee laughed loudly and shook her head in amusement. "You really tested my willpower for a minute there."

"And I’m glad you relented, otherwise all my hard work would have been wasted." Hailee admitted softly on the girls lips and giggled lightly when the girl pulled away from the tender kiss to regard her with a confused look.

"Your hard work?"

"My completely made up impromptu photoshoot."

"Wait, you- does this mean- you made it up- what?"

Hailee cackled loudly at Y/N stammering her words with a completely lost expression and shook her head fondly, grasping her cheek with her free hand and pecking her lips lovingly, "I’ve been pining over you for more than two months now and being friends with you wasn’t helping with my crush. So I tried to make a move on you."

"Now you know how hard it was for me to resist the urge to kiss you." Both sighed loudly at Y/N’s admission and stayed in silence for a few seconds into each other arms to bask in the relaxing silence. Y/N was the one to break it not too long after, "y’know, it was really hard for me. I’ve never done anything like this."

Hailee leaned on her forearm to look at Y/N puzzled, "sleeping with a girl?"

Y/N snorted loudly and shook her head at the girl’s bemused tone and expression, "no, I’ve been doing that since high school. I meant sleeping with my employer."

"Really? It never happened?"

"No, unlike many people I know, I’ve never done that. It’s my number one rule. And the idea of sleeping with someone I was working or worked with never passed my mind, but then you came into the picture - no pun intended." Hailee cackled loudly at Y/N’s involuntary joke, causing a soft laugh to leave the photographer’s lips too and continuing with her speech only when their laughters stopped completely, "with your goofy, sweet and loving personality, it wasn’t that hard for me to like you in more-than-a-friendly way. And I’m so glad I didn’t force myself from get over my crush for you." Hailee smiled sweetly at the girl’s explanation and kissed her languidly to express everything she was feeling that she couldn’t put into words just yet.

They pulled away when their big smiles got in the way and decided to just cuddle and bask into the wonderful sensation of being into each other’s arms. Y/N interrupted the silence when she whispered softly, "those pictures are not gonna be posted on your Instagram."

Hailee giggled under her breath and lifted her head up to stare into Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes with a challenging eyebrow arched up, "is Y/N Y/L/N jealous?"

"Yes." Y/N answered earnestly and Hailee’s grin broadened, "since it was a fake photoshoot to tease me, I at least want a reward for enduring that sweet torture." Y/N reasoned half-seriously, causing Hailee to stare at her with amusement swimming into her brown orbs.

"Well, you got more than a few pictures as a reward." Hailee murmured hotly on Y/N’s lips as her hand caressed her stomach softly. Y/N hummed into their kiss and the singer pulled away to ask the photographer in a soft whisper, "can I see them?"

Y/N broke their staring contest to look up at the ceiling for a few seconds before letting out a contented sigh, "no." She trailed off to meet Hailee’s confused gaze and huffed out a loving laugh at that cute sight, "wait here." Y/N reluctantly disentangled her body from under Hailee’s one, ignoring the singer’s whine of protest and walked over the table where she left her camera, before joining the singer back on the bed and straddling her thighs. Hailee went to ask what she was doing when a loud laugh escaped her lips when the photographer started tickling her left side. A few clicking sounds mixed with her giggles echoed around the room caused the singer to open her eyes to stare at Y/N lovingly. "Beautiful." Y/N took a couple of more pictures before sitting up to grab the brunette’s laptop on the nightstand and put the storage card into the slot to upload the pictures onto it. They both readjusted themselves to sat with their backs on the headboard as they cuddled and looked at the perfect pictures Y/N took with contented smiles on their faces.

Taglist: @laaurrel @musicinourlips @simpforflorencepugh1 @rootbeerfaygo @cheirosar

[myyoungroyalsblog]

Liveblog of Gåsmamman season 6 (so spoilers, obviously)

Episode 1

Everyone needs to hug a cow every once in a while😔

Wow is that prison??

Omfg the kid in the car afahsghsgshs

Uhhh how can you just "check" the dark web?? Is it easy or what? Lmao

Fuck, the kids and the kids kids FUCK

Omg not the kid (I don't think she would ever harm the kid but uhhh trauma?? Jfc)

FUCK NINAAAAAAA

Fuck and now Linus

Jfc shit

Holy fuck

Oh god he's gonna find out now😭

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Am I dead?" OMG😭😭😭😭😭

Awwww the hug!!!!!!!

Also is he wearing a wedding ring??

Episode 2

Poor baby😭 "I wanna see mama" ahhhhhhh

Are they gonna put her in prison so that she kills Sonja?

Lol I thought that was Fabian for a sec

HOLY FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

What the hell? A fire?

Woah wtf is that even legal??? Jesus christ

Oh fucking new that guard was iffy

Of course they take the wrong person🙄

Who is this bitch?

Oh god she ain't gonna get to the apartment is she?

What the fuck hahahaha she escaped??

Yeah no people don't remember what the fuck you wrote on your CV lmao

Oh shit Emil might lose his job

None of those kids better get hurt or die istg

FUCKING KNEW IT AFSHSGSHDGHSGSGS I HAD A GUT FEELING EMIL WAS IN ON IT

Episode 3

Sonja you can't complain about an ankle monitor are you kidding me???

Omg Linus leaning on his mum my heart😭

Omg the snow is so beautiful!!!!!

Holy shit he was married (did that happen in s5 and I forgot? Lol)

But what if HE is the leak??? Ahhhhh

Hockey? Lmao

Oh that fucker GET HIM GUSTAV

Shit shit shit are they gonna follow him??

Holy FUCK

God poor girl

Vera shut the fuck up

Ohh the piano music is very nice

Oh fuck yeah Gustav is smart😌

Sooooo many secret🙄

Linus heard..... Is he gonna run away again?

Ohh family drama

Fucking knew he was gonna leave

Ohh Lukas helped him (I think?)

But like where the fuck is he gonna go? Can he even drive??

Oop Richard dead

Episode 4

Jfc another chase🙄

Fucking hellllll they know where they are

Preeeetty sure that wasn't Linus who took the photos Zac

I am scared for Linus here ahhhhhh

Oh shit it was, for the passports?

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK RUNNNNN

Fuck

Fucking Dante

Ahhh fuck yeah that was awesome lmao

Okay that was like a tranquilizer or smt right?

Episode 5

Of course the vest lol I forgot about that

Dramaaaaaaaa

I mean I understand Zac, Fredrik is in danger and the bad guys won't hesitate to hurt a child, but I also understand Nina wanting to help her mum

I hate it when my gut is right, that kid seemed in on all this shit (maybe he framed Richard???)

They made themselves a snack wtf afsjsgsh

Did Zac take Linus??

Vera asked for Linus??

FUCK OH YOU ARE SHITTING ME ZAC

Zac you fucking idiot you think they aren't going to hurt him???? Seriously??? FUCK

What the fuck are they making?

Ohhhh Zac I hate you so much right now

Oh

Fuck

Well

Shit

HOLY FUCKING SHIT FUCK

Fuck

And Fredrik????? Without a dad??? And Nina won't know FUCK

Episode 6

Oh wow she old

So I guess she does go to jail in the end?

Oh fuck yeah Gustav you smart son of a bitch

Fuck you Vera for hurting a fucking kid FUCK

I mean if you're gonna raid a place and save a kid better be discreet and not blare your fucking sirens at top volume what the fuck

Why did Dante talk and not shoot Vera? Hello????

SONJA KILL HER

Vera told Linus about Zac right?

Yeah Linus knows Zac's dead

Fuck

Is Winston Barry's son? Idk

Oh shit they are listening

OH SHIT

Jesus fucking christ

But as well Linus needs to say that Zac fucking kidnapped him, like that's why Sonja did what she did

Oh shit Linus called Gustav

Holy shit a bomb????

But they got them ig after YEARS

Awww the graveyard😟

Holy shit hell of a tattoo wow

Ohh Nina found someone

Okay so this is in the future

Did Linus get married??

UM

UM

UM

UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM

That is so fucking weird no adahsfshsgs

But awww cute bride!!!!

Now go shave that beard afshsgshdh

How many times has Nina changed her hair hahahahahha love the new look!!

Oh you are shitting me

The minute she is out...... WHAT THE FUCK

Oh

Wait

WHAT

OKAY I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AFSHSGDJDHDHDGSHSG WHAT

That was some twilight shit right there

I mean I think she's right

Hahahaha FINALLY THEY KISS LMAO

Oh wow

Okay then

Yeah that might have been the best thing for her kids

But like what the hell

👑

Well....... What a ride adahsgdhdgdh glad it didn't end with Linus's beard cause that thing is gonna haunt me in my nightmares afshshdjdh but maybe now the family can live "normally" idk

So many emotions right now I can't even think afajsgsjshd

[spacelobsterm]

Mr Robot season 4 episode 7 spoilers

I can't

I can't fucking

What the hell am I supposed to do

I was sobbing at that revelation. I've never cried this hard at any show or movie what the fuck. AM I JUST SUPPOSED TO GO ON WITH MY DAY LIKE I DIDN'T FIND OUT ELLIOT (MY FRIEND) WAS SEXUALLY ABUSED BY HIS DAD??????

The parasocial relationship in this show is so fucking real oh my god

What really gets me is that it actually makes sense in hindsight. Mr Robot is an alter that primarily causes Elliot to forget things for his well being, we've seen him do it before, he is his protector and that's why Elliot thought his dad pushed him out the window, because it's better than the reality of what actually happened.

Mr Robot walking out of frame saying "I can't protect you anymore" I'm deceased dear God

[genoc1d3r]

my turn to cry - thoughts on 3-1b

ok this has actually gotta be my favorite chapter cause holy shit so much stuff happened.

I played the Alice/kanna route and afterwards I watched a vod with the reko/shin route in which ranmaru and naomichi died before the banquet, so BIG SPOILER WARNING FOR BOTH ROUTES

Mafia Princess Sara??: Ok so first off, back in the beginning of 2020, I had a theory that Sara was a mafia heiress and that the death game was supposed to be something to “prepare” her. And that her memories were wiped or she was initially supposed to be kept blind to this whole thing (In 3-1a when everybody saw the consent form for the very first time everybody felt a sense of deja vu, except for Sara. Because why would they need her consent when she is the sole focus of the game and it’s all for her) This theory was mainly supplied by my confusion surrounding the hiring of Kai, cause why would mr Chidouin hire a former assassin to protect her?? How did he even know Kai??? But yeah, the whole thing with Shinobu Gokujo and deciding a new don through a death game just adds a lil more validity to this theory.

Sara’s real father: I also had a mini theory that Gashu Satou was her real father, but that was mostly cause of their hair color and how it would def make Sara’s hair color make more sense genetics-wise (but kai has black hair, so its most likely that his mother had black hair, which would also disprove this mini-theory but yk im not here to prove it just talk about it). And that Gashu knew of Mr. Chidouin and gave Sara to him, and it would also explain why mr Chidouin chose Kai of all people to look after her and why Kai could only watch her from a distance, in case she realized the truth that he was her brother/half-brother or something. 

GREENBLINGS CANON AAAAAAAA: I love this, I love this so much oh my god. Now I can replay and cry after 2-2 cause nankidai hates us :’). I dont have an issue with this specifically, I’m just a bit bothered by how the whole thing went. There was some buildup yea, and the cg with kanna, kugie, and shin was amazing. And that lil bit about nice hallucinations made me tear up a bit. But, then everybody kinda just moved on? and idk this whole chapter was a fuckign roller coaster I could barely keep up.

Autistic Gin <3: I’m autistic myself and I have seen many characters who are autistic-coded or exhibit many signs of autism but have never been straight up confirmed (Ex: Vera Misham from Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney). And even then, these characters usually share similar personality traits like being aloof and reserved. So it’s nice to see that Gin is representing autism in a relatively realistic manner with his hyperfixations, vocal tics, and issues with socializing. Even after nearly dying like 17 times he’s still doing well and I genuinely wish for his survival and happiness.

Ranmaru’s death: Both of Ranmaru’s deaths, (if you or if you don’t fail the electricity absorption minigame) the death feels so... off? I was really attached to him as a character, yet his death didn’t impact as much as Joe’s or Nao’s did. During his Banquet death, one second he had his really cute smiling sprite but then whoops oh no guys weird drill screw thing kills him (again). I still can barely comprehend it because it all just happened so fast. Like no cg or anything. I was honestly kinda disappointed. The “delayed” one does a better job at his death scene, but again, it was wayyy too quick and completely dismissed as everybody just moves on to defeat Maple 2.0. I at least would’ve appreciated a better transition than Midori just saying “well anyways–”

 Ranmaru’s extremely quick descent into madness in the shin route: I actually liked this idea of Ranmaru willing to go to such extremes for Sara. However, theres barely time for any of this to develop? Like again, everything just happens so fast??? I would've definitely liked if there were little hints around before the body discovery that ranmaru was gonna do something like this, just a little time for development would really be cool.

Mr. Policeman/Mr. Tazuna???: After I finished, I actually looked on the wiki to see if it said anything about his son that he mentioned and I found this: 

But yeah thats cool

The thing about Q-taro: I’m gonna say it now, I’ve liked Q-taro ever since the aftermath of 1-2, and Q-taro haters have added absolutely nothing to this fandom. Everybody saw him as a child-hater, I see him as a guy who’ll do anything to survive and succeed. I mean that wish is kinda what got him into the death game. And yeah he did try to leave that one time, but that’s what getting thrown into traumatic killing games does for you, most people don’t want to die, they want to live, no matter what it takes. We can’t all be the main character and choose to cooperate with everybody and be the “good” person in that situation. Even Sara has those extremely selfish moments and those intrusive thoughts of winning and leaving. 

This whole thing should also be applied to Ranmaru. Ranmaru has gone through so much shit in such a brief amount of time, to the point where he was considering to/actually kill people to escape with the one person he trusted in this hellhole. In that situation, Sara’s kinda at fault here, cause without Joe she’s lost her sense of morality which resulted in her becoming selfish and well... honestly kinda toxic. This emotional manipulation is really what set Ranmaru off, however it was 100% his decision to fucking kill somebody and murder’s bad. Still love him though.

But back to Qtaro, I really enjoyed the extra substance given to him in this chapter, it’s nice to see the development from being selfish to feeling deep remorse to protecting the dolls of the first trial victims, most notably Mai. As he completely forgives her for stabbing him. The chapter did a great job at fueling my already intense love for Q-taro (and it actually convinced my best friend who claims to hate Q-taro with every bone of her body to like him too!) I also love the father-son dynamic between him and Gin. I find this relationship to be really important cause Gin’s father is an abusive alcoholic and Q-taro’s an orphan who’s never had a proper role-model in his life. So it’s beautiful that despite not having anybody there for him when he was younger he can still be a good figure for another child.

Predictions/hopes for the next part: 

I just want to see whether Shin already knew about Kanna being his sister, and if he doesn’t I want a reveal. Right. Now.

A Ranmaru/Joe/Q-taro/Kai/ “Hinako” revival, p l e a se  they died so soon

More info about the people involved in the Hades Incident/Shinobu Gokujo

More info regarding Meister

Sara going on Maury

Who tf is “Hinako”????

I really hope that there isn't any specific good/bad ending. Like I want every ending to be equally bad and good yk? like equal consequences and good stuff.

Yo wtf happened to Sara’s mom?? Is she gonna come back and play a more important role in the story?? Are her parents gonna come back as floor masters???

I want things to actually change  depending on whether you picked Alice or reko, cause so far they’ve played extremely minor roles.

[rvb-happens-here]

Fuck it, RvB Harry Potter AU

Yeah this has been in my thoughts wayyyy too long for me to not give you guys some bs.

I know that Ilvermorny exists, but I know that people wouldn’t appreciate me writing about America when they realise that I’m using British English to write all my shit.

I’ve chosen Harry Potter purely because I can write about it better culturally, not just because I have no idea what Ilvermorny is.

AU under cut off:

Backstory:

A few hundred years after Harry Potter's passing, when Leonard Church was still a student at Hogwarts, he was bullied by Gryffindors for, well, being a Slytherin. One time when he was being bullied, his future wife, Allison McAllister, came in and just punched the bullies in the face. She's a muggleborn, sure, but Leonard doesn't care.

Fast forward, he's now the Headmaster (Director) of Hogwarts. Allison is dead.

Book 1 Characters + bit of plot:

Students (Reds n Blues):

Church, L. Leonard: First year, Ravenclaw (||spoiler||)

Tucker, Lavernius: First year, Slytherin (muggleborn)

Simmons, Richard: First Year, Gryffindor (pure blood)

Grif, Dexter: First Year, Hufflepuff (half blood)

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Other Students:

I've used the other characters and voice actors in RvB to supplement the characters. They have a little thought about them, I use Personality analysis on the fandom side when possible and I've used Voice Actors to replace nameless people. WHen the person doesn't have a name or VA I just call them by what they're referred to, which makes sense as you can only keep track of 150 people (or something like that)

Of course, some students will have sub plots and have a greater role in the main story than others, though you could probably tell.

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Freelancers:

Washington, David(Wash): Third Year, Hufflepuff/Gryffindor (muggleborn), Seeker,

Holy fuck the freelancers are giving me trouble, tried to take a quick buzzfeed quiz as Wash, and guess what I got:

He was inteneded to be Hufflepuff anyways, but the more I thought, the more it seemed Gryffindor. It's not like I want to separate people based on armour colour... but...

McAllister, Carolina: Fifth Year (skipped a grade), Griffindor/Slytherin (absolutely a hatstall, she has ambition to be noticed by dad, but doesn't have the cunning to be in Slytherin) (insanely talented, she confused the fuck out of my sorting system) (half blood) Seeker, probably uses a time turner.

Maine, Joshua: Fourth Year, Hufflepuff, (half blood[of what, we don't know yet]), Beater

Charon, York: Fifth Year, Hufflepuff, pureblood, Keeper, Prefect

Thompson, Constance (Connie/C.T.): Fourth Year, Gryffindor, Chaser, betrayer

Dakota, Sebastian(North): Fourth Year, Gryffindor, Keeper

Dakota, Stacey(South): Fourth year, Slytherin, Seeker

Ohio, Vera: Third Year, Ravenclaw, Chaser

Idaho, Erza: Third Year, Ravenclaw

Iowa, Mike: Second Year, Ravenclaw (like a high wis low int Wizard, Mike keeps putting things in his mouth. Such as potions. hence, Mike is banned from potions and held

back a year. Also Herbology. Actually, just- everything.)

Texas, Allison: First Year, Griffindor, Beater (yeah she is that good), muggleborn (||?||)

Niner, Ash - Ravenclaw, Sixth year, Prefect

Kainat, Georgia: Sixth Year, Slytherin

Johnson, Utah: Ghost

Brown, Illinois: Seventh year, Ravenclaw

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Staff:

Sarge: Head of Gryffindor, Defence Against the Dark Arts

Flowers: Head of Ravenclaw, Charms

Kimball: Head of Hufflepuff, Muggle Studies (cuz her predecessros keep getting assassinated)

Wyoming: Head of Slytherin, Potions

Astronomy - Santa

Herbology - Lemons

History of Magic - Lieu

Care of Magical Creatures & Groundskeeper - Alabama

Divination - Doyle

Transifiguration - Felix McScouty

Ancient Runes - Spencer Porkensenson

Arithmancy - Sheila

Dark Arts - Locus

Alchemy - Delaware

Caretaker - Lopez

Nutse - Doctor Emily Gray

Price: Councillor/Treasury/Secretary (new position!!), Slytherin

Director Church: Headmaster, Slytherin

Board of Directors = Charon Industries

Malcom Hargrove, Chairman

Rhee Sebiel

.

Church: Hey asshole watch me start fucking crying

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||Spoilers||

Now we get to things that are really plot relevant. Of course, as a RvB watcher you know it's got something to do about A.I.

But what about Horcruxes?

Back story, Part 2:

Allison Church died giving birth to a baby boy. Carolina was 4 that time. So utterly enraged and devastated with the death of his wife, Leonard Church shouted, "Avada Kedrava!" But the young boy didn't die. It seemed that as Allison felt that she was dying, She transferred over her last remaining magical energy to protect the newborn child.

But the attempt was so horrendous, that Leonard Church felt like his soul was splitting. Not enough to form a horcrux, but just maybe...

He somehow entangled his soul into Church Junior. And then cut off a full portion of the house, attempting to study, to reverse engineer Church.

He wanted to bring his wife back. He just- he had to. And no matter how much he searchers the forbidden forest, he could never find the Resurrection Stone. He's looked into how Voldemort was revived, and he was grasping to the thought that maybe he could... fragment Church's soul enough that the part that was Allison could come out.

So he did just that. He made Church commit horrible acts, and Crucioed him until he's forgotten himself and everything that this unknown wand did.

The first part of Church's soul that split off was Tex. He spent more time trying to bring 'her' back, but wasn't satisfied with the result. She was too kiddish for him.

So he kept splitting... and the more he split, the more he had to hide these 'children'. Most of them, he fashioned them into really high tech wizardry, and giving them to trustworthy individuals.

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Horcruxes

Gamma - pocket watch/timeturner, given to Wyoming. The strongest time turner.

Delta - Bacteria tester but it's for ailments and wounds, and it often gives the perfect antidote answer. No one knows why York bring an outdated muggle calculator to Potions, but it's been helping him achieve Outstanding even though Professor Wyoming really, really hates him.

Epsilon - Diary/Planner/Notebook, given to Washington after he had passedthe initiation at the end of last year. Starts changing him too.

Eta & Iota - Earrings, that are shaped like dream catchers. A minor enchantment for +1 speed and better dreams. Given to Carolina.

Theta - Border Collie, given to North Dakota. (offers a minor protego spell)

Sigma - Beater Stick / Metal Chain (improves wearer's strength, but also takes control), given to Maine.

Omega -(Deathly Hallow) Cloak of Invisibility, given to Tex, influencing her bad behaviour.

That's all for now, I'll post the plot later.

[piper-williamson]

my hoa ranking of characters — least favorite to favorite

not all characters are on this list but the ones i felt like i could rank as of rn. there’s too many minor characters i don’t care for and it’s not that i particularly care for the others i just remembered them enough to rank.

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rufus — -70969943853/10

kidnapped patricia. and jerome. and trudy. willing to commit human sacrifice of a kid. threatened them with electric bees or whatever. have had nightmares about him. thrilled that bitch is dead

denby — -10/10

so threatening with her words but she’s all talk. no action. kinda makes me hate her more? but in a different way. storyline is so messy like how did she even find out harriet’s destiny and how did she then decide she wanted to awaken a >hundred year old man and basically a hell demon?? like girl just go work for donald trump or somethin

vera — -6/10

not as annoying as denby but still like what did she even want? to be with rufus? why?!?? creepy af the time she was frozen dead but like not.

mick — 1/10

just,,, there. all he does is be in love triangles and play the sports. half of his storylines are just him leaving. patricia says there’s a man in the house (rufus) and he eats a banana. n who gives their gf and “just a friend” matching bracelets?!? 1 point for not being evil.

victor — 1.5/10

as much as i wanna put him above mick, he yells too much. calm down old man. 1 point for caring for the kids enough to not carry on when he found out about the whole human sacrifice thing. also saving joy in s2. y’know what he gets half a point more than mick.

trudy — 4/10

trudy is heartwarming but holy shit is she oblivious. Is Just Ok with “robert smith” being there even when she has no confirmation of his identity. very loyal to the kids and does protect them from a lot of shit. writers did her dirty a lot of the time.

mara — 5/10

ok listen. i don’t dislike mara. i just tend to favor the sibuna mystery storylines, and all of her stories are more realistic scenarios. that being said i love her helping poppy and i also love the sisterhood thing in s3. but also mara why the FUCK would you fall for mick like he’s mick??!?

kt — 7/10

written into hoa way better than on shows like h2o where there’s just one sentence about emma being gone and that’s that. she wasn’t just nina’s replacement, she was her own person. love her personality and her friendship with eddie. 100% a lesbian. only reason she’s so low is cuz no matter how good she is of a replacement character she still kinda is one and i don’t do well with those. i’m working on it.

nina — 8/10

i love nina so much. fabina is so cute together. i think the only reason i have her so low and don’t wanna put her higher is cuz i always hate main characters, even though i don’t hate nina. my mind is strange.

amber — 8/10

dumb blonde stereotype but who cares i love her. provides much comic relief for me especially in s2. ping pong queen. also love her bday episode. ungrateful for alfie at times. also liked mick but it’s a little more understandable cuz Hot Guy cliche. but was also mean to mara about it. but also a lot of that was mick’s fault #blamemick

alfie — 8/10

class clown who’s loyal af. Actually completes amber’s bf trial list. would go through hell for her. always feeling like he has to prove himself to the group but he’s always been an asset. we love him.

willow — 8/10

was such a comfort character when i was little. for some reason rewatching she was less of one. still absolutely so pure of heart and lovable. somebody get this girl a hedgehog.

eddie — 9/10

cool dude™. top notch bf. peddie is one of my fav ships ever. he kinda gets all heroic in s3 but s3 has a whole set of issues. plot twist reveal of his daddy issues. great development while being a great character the whole time.

fabian — 9/10

such a solid dude. guy-falls-for-girl-first trope to the max. he’s awkward and nerdy but not really cocky or annoying. fabian defense squad for life. point off for kissing joy like dude besides the outfit she looks nothing like nina come on.

jerome — 9/10

terrible person at times, but great character. comfort character of mine. his flaws allowed him to be developed throughout the show. he feels very real and human and i love him.

piper - 10/10

obsessed w her cuz i’m also pretty similar to her. both of us go (went) to music school and love patricia. not that i think she’s a BETTER character than a lot of the characters lower on this list, but this is a ranking of my favs so she has to be above them.

joy — 10/10

also a comfort character. i honestly feel most like joy out of all the characters. similar to jerome in that her character flaws lead to richer development. i live for it. was Literally held hostage by her parents and forced into a cult in s1. most of anubis house seemed to just brush that off. that doesn’t excuse her actions, but i love her growth throughout the series. not higher cuz she was kind of a dick to nina for a long while.

patricia — 10000000000+++/10

again i wish there were an infinity symbol. do i even have to say anything? witty and sarcastic and says what’s on her mind. i wish i were eddie cuz i’m in love w her. i know amber’s the one who went to fashion school, but patricia is a style icon. my gay awakening.

[boldlyvoid]

Amoreena | chapter thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

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

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluff like unbelievably fluffy!

word count: 6.1

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

from the beginning <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please don't ever become a stranger…

The walls we crashed through..

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…

I had the time of my life

Please don't ever become a stranger…

With you…

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the most perfect afternoon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She knew what to say and she meant every word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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