#he’d probably be awful but I’d still marry him

[yasbeych]

this is the husband candidate debate taking place in my head (nobody is winning)

Transformers Robot Husband Poll (Round 3)

Make sure to vote on ALL of the matches here.

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Husband! & Dad!Arthur Morgan headcanons 🥰 idk about this but some people seemed to love the one where reader is pregnant so 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you!!! <3

no warnings, just fluff, mentions of Christianity, f!Reader

from the way he talked to the bath girls, it seems like he’s someone who’d talk to you about how hard his day has been :( he secretly likes to be babied fr!!!

might not be used to having someone listen to him yap at first with his “alright, I’ll shut up now.” But you INSIST on hearing his crazy stories and he smiles, tries to keep going even though he feels bad.

that was the beginning of the relationship. Now he goes straight home to you all, “honey, you would never believe-” and you could tell the gossip is gonna be juicy.

Arthur “loyal” Morgan getting blackout drunk and rejecting you because he’s married. I need him desperately.

“You must have a feller,” he smirks, eyes half lidded and his ‘r’s all slurred.

“Mhm, I do. A very handsome one too,” you played along.

“I got a beautiful wife m’self,” he smiles wide, leaning forward and almost falling. “I’d marry you if I didn’t.”

though you aren’t religious, you tell Arthur that you end up quite lucky in life because you were christened as a baby. You asked him if your baby could go through christening as well, wanting them to have a good start in life with protection from God.

he was still paying off his bounties at the time. Seeing his fate in the past, he decided to agree.

“What the hell, why not,” he said, surprising you. “As long as it ain’t done by Swanson.” He needs all the luck he could get.

HIM AS A GIRL DAD OUGHHHH

I feel like he gets these spontaneous outbursts sometimes? He can be a lil grumpy but his baby daughter would definitely soften that.

imagine him suddenly getting angry at something she did and she starts crying :( it would ABSOLUTELY break his heart and he’d panic every time :(((

“I’m sorry alright? I’m sorry baby girl..” “y’know I didn’t mean that right?” “Please stop crying darlin’ :(”

might also make her cry from his awful, terrible teasing and his stupid “oh c’mon, I’m just messin’ with ya!” He’s so mean sometimes booo

speaking of mean, I just know he’d be the sassiest, judgiest, snarkiest man when his daughter brings home a partner. Imagine the Kieran treatment…………

maybe not if it’s a girlfriend. If it’s a boyfriend? Poor guy will have to prove himself good enough for Arthur’s baby!!!

don’t worry, he’ll soften up when he remembers how he used to be treated by Mary’s dad HAHA

the Morgan house probably has lots of pets! I don’t think he would mind the strays that you and the kids just randomly bring home.

he’d just call them “girl” or “boy” (boah!) and you’d have to fix him or all of them comes over at the same time.

he probably draws his family a lot or takes pictures!!! All of his family’s photos on the walls, by his bedside table, in his journal for when he travels :(((((((

he would only travel when he needs to! Gets very anxious and worried and tries to go home as quick as possible even if it means not sleeping :(

he can sleep later in your arms for as long as you’d let him anyway!!! (Secretly a small spoon sometimes, deal with it)

the biggest sigh of relief when he hears his family welcoming him, when he sees them running to him, when he feels them hugging him (I’m sobbing)

from how the girls at camp make him take them somewhere or get them things, you can tell he’s probably gonna be such a pushover for his little family omg

you can ask him to do the craziest things you could think of (he’s done much worse anyway!!!) but this time his payment is just one “please?” And he would do just about anything for his family :(

he’d never admit it — not even to himself — but your smiles are more rewarding than any money he’s ever received <3

my masterlist

Thank you for reading!! 🫶🏼

[scaredycatqlt]

HII idk if your requests are still open but PLEASE can you do bojack/ mr peanutbutter dating head canons or any of your choice, the fandom needs more fanfics 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

awwWWW YEAH BABYYY. You already KNOW it’s gonna be toxic.

WARNING: Potentially triggering content. Nothing graphic, but talk of toxic/unhealthy relationships, questionable shit, BoJack being BoJack. SUPER MEGA FUCKING ANGST WARNING!!!

BoJack X Reader! Headcanons [ROMANTIC💔]

woah boy.

where do I even start with this guy?

okay, so, first things first; bad idea. What the absolute fuck were you thinking.

You probably have a fix-it mentality don’t you?

You’re probably the first person to talk to him. He either doesn’t care about you at first, or absolutely despises you.

chances are you are/were a fan of the show. (Eughhh,,,,)

If you weren’t he’s like ‘>:0’

It’s not really explicitly labeled as a romantic relationship. You guys probably hooked up before you even knew each other.

So being in this (more so situation-ship than anything) is toxic, to say the least.

He’s got a whole bunch of problems and he doesn’t want to ruin you to. But he ends up doing just that anyways.

He guilt trips you. I don’t even need to say that.

He rants to you about silly things that don’t even matter. It’s kind of endearing (if he weren’t a total piece of shit.)

He’s actually really good at making conversation. You two always have something to talk about.

He can’t believe someone as ‘not-him’ as you would ever waste your time with him. He explicitly tells you this at one point.

The red flags are BLARING GIRL.

In your defense, you really didn’t know how awful he was. You just thought he was a deeply flawed man. And he is, but he’s also just an ass.

*a horse

The relationship doesn’t last. It never does with him. Either you decide to cut it off because it’s too toxic, or he cuts it off. Probably in some drunken stupor.

typical BoJack.

Mr. Peanut butter X Reader! [ROMANTIC]

I’d like to start off by saying it would be much less toxic than a relationship with BoJack.

But still problematic…

Mr. Peanut butter and you knew eachother before you were dating, probably friends for a little while.

You two end up dating and the beginning of the relationship is idealistic and perfect!

But problems quickly arise.

like for example, Mr. Peanut butter is kind and friendly but he isn’t exactly considerate or caring. He may care about you, but he ignores your needs sometimes. More often by accident.

For example, if you don’t like people-you’re still not getting left out of parties. Mr PB is more sympathetic and much less empathetic.

His love language is gift giving and words of affirmation. I think this is made very clear throughout the show.

PREPARE TO BE FUCKING SPOILED WITH GIFTS!!!

Whether you like it or not….

He’s very open with people about your two’s relationship and how he feels about you. He’s quick to praise you.

aside from some of the inconsiderate mess he is literally a golden retriever boyfriend <3

he is VERY quick to ask you to marry him. But I feel like if you told him you’d think about it or ‘no’ he’d understand. It’s a big decision HE might be ready for, but you’re not.

Scratch his ears.

I feel like you’d date him at a point in time where Diane isn’t a problem anymore. He learned after the first time…,,,

Sometimes he puts his needs infront of yours-without realizing it.

If you want to have a serious conversation-you’re going to have to initiate it. He HATES those, and prefers to pretend like it never happened.

I feel like there’s honestly a chance of a long term relationship with him! Or you two break up like, maybe a year or so into the relationship.

sorry I haven’t responded to requests in, like, over a month. I’ve been kinda busyyyyfhhjjjgjg 😭

[ddejavvu]

you ask for dbf!hotch thoughts? i will absolutely deliver ‼️

okay so imagine it’s like midnight and you’ve been locked out of your place (it’s not the end of the world, your family has the spare, but they’re likely already asleep)

the only thing you can think of - your last resort so to speak - is your dad’s best friend because god only knows agent hotchner keeps godawful hours, and he’s been enough of a constant in your life to know that at the very least he’d probably let you crash at his for the night.

so after a quick call and being greeted by a surprisingly raspy voice (that suggested you had in fact woken him up), he’s said to “stay put, honey. i’m on my way.”

this is just an excuse because i’d love to see domestic fluff 😩💕

having to borrow a pair of clothes, showering at his place and you’re driving him crazy because you’ve used his body wash and now you fucking smell like him?????!!!! sharing a bed and latching on to him in the middle of the night (you have absolutely no idea) because all you want is to be held by him I MEAN TALK ABOUT UWUS

just an idea 🥰

anyway i’d love to see you write this because you’re a fucking phenomenal writer <3 kisses mwuah

THIS- AAARGH 👹👹

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters), minors dni.

it's not that you're afraid they'll be mad at you for waking them up, it's that you literally rang the doorbell 934572475 times and they just didn't answer.. like they are DEAD asleep, you can't get in and you don't want to set off the alarm system so you're stuck on the front porch for the night :( your friend is out of town and you don't want to walk back to work to call a hotel to set up a reservation for one night, so you're kind of at a loss!! but then your eyes stray to a little muddy footprint on the sidewalk and you're like aw yeah that's when jack stepped in mud and then tracked it over the lawn and then you're like !! jack !! and his father !!

you know for a fact that jack is sleeping over at the neighbors house bc you'd seen him earlier, and you're fairly certain that it's because aaron needed to stay late at work. you're hoping he's still there, or at the very least, still awake, but when you call and he answers on the second ring with a very raspy 'hotchner', you realize you'd probably woken him up.

you're nervous now, because he's only been kind to you in the past, but now you've interrupted what little sleep the man gets, and what if he's angry? so you explain yourself very apologetically, assuring him that it's totally okay if you don't want to. but he barely hesitates before saying “stay put, honey. i’m on my way.” like you've said... WHAT IF I MARRIED HIM ??

UGH maybe you've been out with your friends so you're in a kind of skimpy outfit so he comes to pick you up like O.O and you laugh like if there's any spare t-shirts you don't mind me using, can i sleep in one? and he's like mhm. yeah honey i can do that. and he lets you use his bathroom 'cause jack's tub is full of bath toys and kid shampoo, and he's given you a shirt and some old loose shorts to sleep in, but you come out of the bathroom in your towel asking for a spare towel for your hair.

as he hands it over he realizes you smell like him now, because, oh fuck, of course you used his shampoo/body wash, and you brush out your hair using a little tiny brush that you ask him to retrieve from your purse. he definitely sees a tube of lipstick in your purse and he definitely imagines how it'll look on your lips and how it would look smeared on his cock

now while you were showering he'd gotten back in bed under the covers and was reading the newspaper with his little reading glasses on and !!!!!! you've never seen such a domestic sight !!!!!!! you're sure you could have crashed on the couch but it's a loveseat, not a full sofa, and :( it just wouldn't be comfortable :( and jack's bed is def too small, so when you're changed and ready for bed, you just hop right up into bed beside him and he looks at you like 🤨

you're like thanks for letting me stay here, aaron and he doesn't dare suggest you sleeping anywhere else, just nodding with a sweet little smile and asking if you were ready to turn off the lights. when you nod and snuggle into your spot in the bed he flicks the lamp off, and settles down into his spot. there's minimal talking, because neither of you are sure what to say, but once your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep you roll over, in search of the warmth that he exudes. he doesn't even pretend to dislike it, he doesn't bother readjusting you or anything, he just curls his arm over your waist and helps you get your head on his chest <333

and when he wakes up to you clinging to him like a koala, he just kisses your forehead and brushes your hair away from your face to ask if you want breakfast 🥹🥹🥹 he mumbles it against your skin and everything all sleepy and soft GAH I NEED HIM <3

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Transcript:

Dawn: I wasn’t sure if you were going to come this week. Atlas: Why wouldn’t we? Dawn: I don’t know. You’ve been hard to get a hold of lately.

Atlas: Sorry about that, just a lot going on, but we’re here now. Dawn: I’m glad you are because—Aw Ash, what happened? Asher: Oh, nothing. Just me being clumsy. How are you guys? Dawn: We’re good! Um, we actually have some news. Atlas: What’s going on?

Dawn: We’re gonna have a baby! Atlas: What?! Really? You’re pregnant? Dawn: It’s still pretty early, so we’re not telling anyone else yet, but yes, I’m pregnant! Atlas: And everything’s okay? Dawn: So far so good. We even heard the heartbeat, Atlas, it was the most perfect thing.

Atlas: That’s incredible, I’m so happy for you! Asher: Congratulations!

Atlas: So, how have you been feeling? Dawn: Not bad so far. Atlas: That’s good! Is there anything you need? Anything we can do? Dawn: I don’t know. Honestly, I’m feeling a bit lost. Sometimes I can’t help but wish… I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.

Phoenix: So, the eye, what really happened? Asher: [smirks] Hm. It’s a long story. Phoenix: I’ve got time.

Atlas: What is it? Dawn: I keep finding myself wishing I had mom around. God, I hate saying that out loud. Atlas: What good would she do? Dawn: I don’t know. None probably. Just wish I had a mom, I guess, not her specifically. The thing is, I don’t really have any close friendships with women, let alone anyone that’s had a baby. I just wish I had someone that could tell me what to do or what to expect, or that I could talk to about pregnancy and baby stuff. You guys are all great, but...

Atlas: No, I get it. Dawn:  You don’t think it’s stupid? Atlas: Of course not. In fact, you should come to Brindleton Bay with us sometime. You could meet Asher’s mom and sister. They’re both super sweet, and I’m sure they’d love to meet you. And you could meet Spencer. Dawn: Really? I don’t want to intrude. Atlas: You wouldn’t be!

Phoenix: Jesus. Asher. Right? Phoenix: For what it’s worth, I’d be doing the same thing. Asher: You would? Atlas thinks I should stay out of it. Phoenix: That’s just because his priority is you. He’s always gonna fight to keep you safe.

Asher: I guess. But I don’t want us to be fighting about it all the time. Iris is already pissed at me, the last thing I want is for Atlas to get fed up with me too. Phoenix: Then maybe listen to him. Like I said, in your shoes, I’d be doing the same thing. But I also would never let anything come between me and Dawn. Asher: [sighs] Phoenix: You and your sister are close? Asher: Yeah.

Phoenix: Then smooth things over with her. All you can really do is let her know you’re there for her. If something happens then step in, but you can’t let this guy drive a wedge between you and the people who are important to you. I’m sure with your sister, your parents, and the social worker looking out for her, you can trust that Spencer will be kept safe.

Asher: Probably. Things were just so much better when he was in jail, I wish he’d go back. Phoenix: Yeah, well, that’s not really in your control. Asher: Apparently not. Atlas: Hey Ash! C’mere for a sec. Asher: ‘kay! Thanks Phoenix. Phoenix: Anytime.

Asher: What’s up? Atlas: I was just telling Dawn that she should come to the Bay with us. Thought it would be nice for her to meet your mom and Iris, talk about baby stuff.   Asher: Sure, they’d love that! Oh, and if you’re still looking for a place, I can show you the idea I had for your wedding. Unless you’re set on getting married in the city. Dawn: No, we’re open to ideas. Asher: Cool, we’ll let you know next time we go.

[adidastain]

never say never

90s trey parker x fem reader

warnings: vomit mention, cheating mention

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.), part one

word count: 2622

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“This is definitely raw,” I whispered to myself, sighing heavily. I prodded at the piece of chicken on the plate in front of me with my fork, trying my best not to look absolutely repulsed. It smelled good. It just didn’t look white enough on the inside for me to trust it. 

Granted, I knew absolutely squat about cooking, so maybe I was wrong. There was a good chance my appetite was just gone, having been completely miserable throughout the entire four hours of this wedding so far. 

Everyone was all gathered on the dance floor, having the time of their lives. I knew I needed to put some food in me, and I was exhausted, so no dancing for me. Especially not in these heels. 

That being said, I was sitting at my table, alone. I watched my sister and her newly wedded husband dance around in circles, bumping into other couples every so often. What a total circus. 

I sighed, getting up with my plate to pick out something else to eat. Most of the options were torn through already. I decided to play it safe and avoid meat, so I settled for some asparagus. It really isn’t as bad as a lot of people preach. 

I really wanted a cigarette. 

“Hey,” I heard a voice from behind me. A hand lightly nudged my arm, just out of reach. 

It was Trey, one of the groomsmen. He was my partner when we walked down the aisle, meaning we’d had quite a lot of time to get to know each other a little during rehearsals and parties and whatnot. 

“Hey,” I said calmly. 

“Where have you been?” he asked me, smiling. “I’ve been shakin’ ass for like, thirty minutes. All by myself.”

I rolled my eyes. “My feet are killing me,” I said, looking at him with the most innocent eyes I could muster. 

I knew Jimmy, my sister’s new husband, had known Trey from like, way, way back. Apparently they’ve been friends since they were 14. I also learned from Jimmy that Trey used to get so nervous when talking to girls that he’d have to go to the restroom and throw up. Part of me wondered if that was still something he struggled with. Probably not; I could tell Trey was a huge flirt. He’d just be torturing himself all the time if that were the case.

Trey’s blue eyes looked dark in the dim light. The only thing illuminating the dining space was the soft glow of tea candles at the centerpiece of each table. It was quite romantic. 

“You can dance. C’mon. At least just one song,” Trey insisted, bargaining with me as he followed me back to my table. “Please?”

I felt just a little bit bad, but I really did not want to dance. I know it’s horrible, but I kind of wanted my sister to notice what an awful time I was having. She was older than me and had spent most of our childhood bullying and tormenting me, so I was a little bit of a fiend for validation and care from her. 

It also didn’t help that she just married my ex-fiance. But, you know, it’s all good. Whatever. 

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, having sat back down. I stared down at my food, having lost my appetite yet again. 

“Can I at least sit with you?” Trey asked me. I nodded, clearing my belongings off of the chair next to me so he could sit. He’d ditched his blazer somewhere and was now just left in a white dress shirt with no necktie or anything. I have to say, he looked pretty handsome, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, hair all messy and whatnot. 

Trey sat with me and watched everyone scream the lyrics of Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond while I worked on my asparagus, nibble by nibble. He was a nice guy. He always sort of stuck to my side, hanging out with me whenever we had free time during the wedding rehearsals. He always came dressed in pajamas with some stubble on his face. Tonight was the first time I’d seen him looking so sharp and dapper. 

After the song was over, he turned towards me again. 

“You don’t like weddings,” Trey stated, resting his head in his palm. 

I didn’t look up from my plate, shaking my head as I slowly chewed and swallowed the vegetable. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to eat. 

“How come?” he asked me. 

“It’s a long story,” I said quietly. “And I don’t wanna ruin your night. Or Jimmy’s. Or Amy’s, for that matter.”

“Well, you already ruined my night. By being a party-pooper.”

I scoffed, looking at him and rolling my eyes. He was just teasing me. He did that a lot. 

“Just give me the short version,” he continued, scooting closer to me. Trey was sitting on the edge of his seat, his knee rapidly bouncing with anticipation. 

A heavy sigh escaped me and I dropped my fork. I rubbed my temples, taking a deep breath, before tucking my hair behind both ears. 

“Someone here stood me up at the altar,” I huffed, putting my hands in my lap. I gave Trey a look that read something along the lines of, Are you happy now?

He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Who? When?” he asked. 

“I thought you said you wanted the short version,” I said. 

“Well, now I’m curious. I wasn’t expecting that. Tell me more,” he pressed, leaning closer to me. 

I sighed through my nose, looking down at my lap. I swallowed and started picking at my fingernails. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” I said. “Not that they don’t know already, it’s just… I don’t wanna bring up old shit, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah. I gotcha. Just tell me,” Trey said. God, why is he so eager?

I took a deep breath, letting my forehead sit in my hands to avoid making eye contact with him. I knew his response wasn’t going to be to hug me and tell me that I had every right to be miserable, but part of me really wanted his consolation. I wondered if telling him this would revoke his status as someone I felt safe with here. The only person I felt safe with here. 

“I was supposed to get married last March. To Jimmy,” I mumbled. I felt like curling up into a ball and hiding under the table. I wanted to be buried alive at that moment. 

“You have to be joking,” Trey said quietly. 

“I’m not joking.”

“I didn’t know Jimmy was a fucking idiot,” he laughed.

I hummed. “Yeah. He’s the idiot,” I repeated.

“I mean, at least you didn’t have to go through all that court bullcrap, right?” he said. “Divorce fucking sucks.” 

I’d somehow ended up subconsciously gripping my hair to the point of it almost being ripped out of my head. Trey probably didn’t mean to stress me out so much, but I wished he’d been more sensitive about it. I thought I’d gotten over it until rehearsals started happening. 

I don’t even think I was mad at Jimmy anymore. I was just mad at myself. I felt like a complete idiot about the entire thing. I looked like a complete idiot too; I’d gotten into my dress and had my hair and makeup done and all, and I didn’t have a single second thought the entire time leading up to the actual ceremony. I really underestimated my naivety that day. 

“Hey,” Trey hummed. 

I sighed and looked at him. I didn’t tear up at all. I was just irritated. I felt sick and Trey wasn’t being helpful whatsoever.

I noticed his throat shift slightly as he swallowed. “We don’t have to dance,” he said softly. “It sucks that you have to kinda relive everything.”

“And everyone knows. Almost every single person here was invited to my wedding. It’s fucking embarrassing,” I said quietly. “And no one wants to bring it up because it’s old shit. It’s like I’m on a fucking island.”

Now I felt my throat tighten. I still felt safe with Trey. Thank God. 

I wondered why Jimmy didn’t invite him to our wedding or ever have me meet him. Maybe they just weren’t in touch then. 

There was a brief moment of silence where Trey sat, staring at me. I looked at him, and once our eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze down to his hands. 

“My ex-fiance cheated on me,” he told me, giving me a small empathetic smile. 

I swallowed as our eyes met again. I felt his warm hands gently take mine. 

“With an a-capella singer,” he grimaced. “‘N I said, ‘Fuck you, Liane. I’m gonna make a movie because you cheated on me.’” 

“You made a movie?” I repeated. 

“Yeah, man. It’s totally sweet,” he laughed. “A humble prospector, Alferd Packer, and his party are led to certain doom by his disloyal horse, appropriately named Liane. It’s a musical.”

I shook my head, laughing. 

“I have to humble myself sometimes, ‘cause if she didn’t cheat on me, I probably wouldn’t have my career,” he laughed sheepishly. 

“And I’m here with my waitressing job while my sister’s out cutting Jennifer Aniston’s hair every month. And you’re a filmmaker,” I laughed, though there was nothing funny about anything I was saying. 

“Well I think Jimmy’s an asshole anyway. Don’t tell him I said that,” he said, scooting closer to me again. His knees were now crazing mine. 

I hummed, resting my head against my palm. Trey still held one of my hands, gently tracing over my knuckles with his thumb. 

That’s when I heard Forever Young by Alphaville ring through the venue. Suddenly I was sent way the fuck back to my senior prom.

I gasped softly. I really did love this song. Even if I sat by myself in the corner, sipping on some sparkling beverage while I watched all my classmates with their dates. 

Trey had become very invested in scraping a stain out of the pristine white tablecloth and seemed very shocked when he noticed me stand up. 

“Up,” I said, flapping my hand to beckon him to join me. “Stand up. This is your one dance.” 

I quickly slid my heels off and suddenly realized how tall Trey was. His hands tentatively slid onto my waist, holding me in place as I kicked off my second heel and held onto his shoulders. 

My gaze had been focused on the floor and our feet, so my heart almost jumped out of my chest once I looked up at him and saw how close his face was to mine. I could see all of his freckles in the warm orange light of the tea candle a few feet away, accompanied by the occasional purple strobe from the dance floor. 

Trey grinned, flashing his fang-like snaggletooth. He quickly smothered his smile however, instead pursing his lips together and swallowing harshly. 

“Hi,” he hummed.

What a dork.

I subtly rolled my eyes. “Hi,” I said, trying not to smile at him. I could see his cheeks starting to turn a shade of pink. I guess it was kinda cute. 

We started swaying, and Trey opted to hold one of my hands while his other held my waist, like a traditional ballroom dance. “You come around here often?” he said, smirking with raised eyebrows. 

“No,” I giggled, swallowing. 

“Me neither,” he whispered. I noticed his eyes dart down to look at my lips for a split second. 

He swallowed again, gently intertwining his fingers with mine. I could barely breathe; my stomach was in knots and my heart was beating a million miles a minute. This was like my high school dream come true. I really felt like a teenager again. Just for a moment. 

I looked down to make sure he wasn’t close to stepping on my toes. I decided to just stand on his feet instead, putting me up a little higher and infinitely closer to him. 

“Did they play this at your senior prom?” I asked him softly. 

“No,” he said, smiling. “Good thing, though. I’d be in shambles right now.”

“Why?”

“Guess who my date was,” he said.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I didn’t have a date,” I told him. 

“You do now,” he whispered. 

I swallowed. Somehow Trey made me feel less alone than anyone else ever had in my entire life. I always felt alone when I was with Jimmy. We were really different. 

I knew I was pretty… unconventional. Weird. Just really, really awkward all the time. I never really had anything to talk about unless it was something I was actually interested in, so small talk was a fucking nightmare for me. Trey made me feel so much more normal. 

Trey cleared his throat, looking down as he leaned a little closer. “I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you how pretty you look tonight,” he whispered shyly. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. 

At that point, the song was unfortunately coming to a close. It was a short song. That was the worst part about it. 

Trey and I just swayed back and forth, spinning around in a circle slowly to the pace of the song. Our eyes never left each other. Only after the song ended did he let go of my hand, a very sad look on his poor, sweet face. 

I felt cold as I slipped out of his arms, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. Trey gave me a small smile and I backed away from him. 

I looked away as I heard the crowd around the dance floor erupt in a fit of loud cheers for all the couples who danced together. It was startling and obnoxious. I fucking hate weddings. 

“C’mere,” I heard Trey hum with a soft, mischievous grin on his face. One of his hands tenderly slid up to caress my cheek, while the other gently grasped my forearm. I let him pull me closer, knowing full well what he was about to do and welcoming it with open arms. 

With racing hearts and withheld breaths, Trey and I came together in a slow, gentle kiss, like we were testing the waters. The hand he held my arm with quickly made its way up to my neck. His lips were warm and moved with care and patience. I didn’t hear or feel him breathing, until he let out the heaviest exhale he could muster after holding his breath. His body relaxed, bringing him even closer to me. 

I pulled away, looking down at his chest. I swallowed. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked nervously.

“I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again,” I whispered. 

“Well… why not?” he asked again, his voice soft as a feather.

“I live in Seattle, Trey,” I told him, laughing sheepishly. 

I watched his body deflate like he was defeated. His hands had left my face and now rested idly at his sides. 

“I don’t care,” he whispered. “I’ll definitely see you again.”

“You realize that I am never going to visit my sister, right?” I laughed. 

“You realize we both have phones, right?” he retorted, teasing me. “And cars?”

I shook my head. Whatever. I guess I could just enjoy the moment with him. 

But I wanted to see him again. I wanted to see him tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. Nothing compared to the way he’d made me feel the past few days and I didn’t want that to be gone so soon. 

“We’ll figure it out. I promise,” he whispered, softly kissing me again.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Aaaand it's finished! If you're in the mood for a sweet, super fluffy Ed/Stede fic with lots of hurt/comfort, emphasis on the comfort, check this fic out! This is a 55k E-rated modern AU in which our boys are herpetologists, and snakes may be scaly but this fic is very fluffy.

Sweet little excerpt under the cut if you'd like a taste of what to expect!

The New Year’s party was great, at first, but as the night wore on, Ed noticed Stede spending more and more time sulking quietly near the walls, instead of actually hanging out with the crew.

“Hey.” Ed nudged Stede’s elbow. “You know the best place to see the fireworks? You can actually get up onto the roof if you have a key.”

“Really?” Stede still looked a bit distant, but he nodded. “That sounds nice.”

“C’mon.” Ed gave him a quick, playful peck on the cheek before taking his hand and leading him to the door.

Someone - probably Lucius - wolf-whistled at them at they were sneaking out, and Ed shot a good-natured middle finger to the room in general.

Ed led him upstairs to the fire escape, then ushered him onto the roof of the facility with a flourish.

The accessible portion of the facility roof was small and simple, just a concrete ledge that really wasn’t tall enough to have a good view of anything except other buildings and dirty streets. There was an old folding chair and a cardboard box that served as a table, upon which sat an ashtray and a faded, half-full box of cigarettes.

“I used to come up here all the time.” Ed patted the folding chair fondly before leading Stede to the edge of the roof, plopping down and sitting with his feet dangling over the edge. “It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

“Hm.” Stede sat next to him, craning his neck up to see the stars. It was a clear night, and despite the city haze, they could still make out a few little pinpricks of light.

Ed used to sit up here, looking at those same stars and wishing he was different. He was almost surprised to notice he didn't really want that, not anymore. “Gonna tell me what’s up?”

Stede’s breath steamed in the air.

“I just…” Stede sighed, faltered, started again. “This is another year gone, isn’t it? And it’s making me think - Ed, I’ve wasted so much of my life. I wish we’d been able to meet each other sooner.”

Ed heard what he meant, which was I wish I’d loved you longer.

“Sure,” he said. “Me, too. What do you think it’d be like now, if we’d met each other - I dunno, twenty years ago?”

“We’d probably be married by now,” Stede said.

“Oh, definitely,” Ed nodded. “But I think sometimes that things had to work out just the way they did, for everything to turn out right. I think you came into my life at the perfect time.”

As much as he loved Stede, he wasn’t sure Stede would have loved him, back when he was younger. Or maybe thinking about all that missed time would make him go insane if he dwelled on it for too long. Either. Both.

“Maybe,” Stede said thoughtfully, as if he’d been able to hear what Ed had been thinking. Sometimes Ed half-thought he could. “I don’t know. I can’t imagine knowing you and not loving you. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve loved you since you were born, I just didn’t know it yet.”

That was so fucking sweet, Ed had to kiss him, and he was a bit startled when he pulled back to see tears in Stede’s eyes. “Aw, babe, what’s the matter?”

Stede scrubbed at his eyes with a knuckle, letting out a frustrated little sigh. “It’s not fucking fair,” he said. “We’re not young, Ed. And we don’t know how much longer we’ve got left, or…”

“Oh, babe.” Ed wrapped his arms around Stede, pulling him close and letting him rest his head in the crook of his neck. “We have time, Stede.”

“You don’t know that, though,” Stede said, his face crumpling. “We don’t have any idea how much time we’ve got and - Ed, it scares me so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“We don’t know, sure, but…” Ed sighed. “I don’t know about you, Stede, but I love our life too much to waste what time we’ve got left worrying about when it’s gonna end.”

The first firework made them jump. If Ed listened, he could just make out the sound of the crew cheering inside.

“Oh, look at that,” Ed whispered. “Happy new year, Stede.”

Stede rested a hand in Ed’s hair, pulled him in for a kiss. “Happy new year.”

It really wasn’t the best place to see the fireworks, but Stede still gasped and oohed at them like it was.

“Hey, Ed?” Stede shrugged one arm out of his coat and wrapped it around Ed’s shoulders. He’d noticed Ed was shivering before Ed did. “What’s the plan now?”

“The plan?” Ed raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I reckon we kiss a bit more, then we go back in, party with the crew for a while longer, and manage to kick everyone out before three a.m. if luck is on our side.”

Stede nodded. “And…then?”

“Then…” Ed twined their fingers together, looked down at their joined hands. “We’ll go home, sleep in super late because we’re not built for staying up like this anymore. And then we’ll go back to work, and you’ll teach and I’ll be here, and we’ll spend time with the crew and when we get home you’ll fuck me so good it’ll blow my fuckin’ mind. That sound about right?”

“Mhm,” Stede nodded. “What else?”

“We’ll get married,” Ed went on, “and we’ll look out for our friends, and they’ll look out for us. We’ll go visit my mama when we can. And we’ll do loads of boring shit and it'll be amazing. We’ll go grocery shopping together, and you’ll pick up my meds when I forget to go to the pharmacy, and I’ll remind you to drink water when you’re in your office and you forget. And sometimes you’ll be a giant bitch over something trivial and it’ll piss me off, and sometimes I’ll forget to eat lunch and then act like a total dick, and it’ll piss you off. One day, you’ll decide you want to paint the kitchen teal, or some shit like that, and we’ll get into a big stupid fight about it before we realize we’re both being total dumbasses, and we’ll talk about it. And we’ll figure things out together. Because we’re on each other’s side, always.”

Ed leaned into Stede’s side, tucking his face into his shoulder. “One day, we’ll finally retire - probably later than we should, because you love teaching and I don’t know how not to be working, y’know? But when it actually does happen, it’ll be okay, because we’ll still have each other. Maybe we’ll move somewhere where we can see the beach. And we’ll die in each other’s arms.”

Ed kept his face buried in Stede’s neck as his silly speech tapered off abruptly. When Stede spoke, his voice was tight. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ed nodded, pulling back so he could meet Stede’s eyes. “I think we’ve been through enough that we won’t have to be without each other. I won’t lie, man, it scares me too, not knowing how things are gonna shake out, in the end, but I love what we’ve got. I don’t want to waste a single second worrying about things we can’t control.”

Stede managed a watery smile. “We’re in love. Fuck everything else.”

“Damn right,” Ed whispered. Ed held out his pinky. “What do you think? Sound like a plan?”

Stede hooked his pinky around Ed's. “Sounds like one hell of a great plan.”

Ed stood, reaching down a hand to help Stede up. “Then let’s get to it.”

[jeannefostergoriot]

I hate it here x Fitz Vacker (12/16 years old)

“Quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy” is the friendship with Keefe, as both their life are abnormal, and they find pretty ways to word it better. To make themselves breathe easier.

“Tell me all your secrets, all you’ll ever be is my eternal consolation prize”: all the Foxfire girls turning around him cause he’s handsome and a Vacker, while not understanding him, and this popularity being like a consolation prize for all the pressure he puts on himself, all the weirdness of living between the worlds.

“You see I was a debutante in another life but now I seem to be scared to go outside”: he was seen as king of teenage, king of school, and then, after book 2, he can’t go outside, he can’t get in life, he screams his anger whenever, his friend has been kidnapped, his father’s mind broke, and it may have been temporary but it scarred him.

“If comfort is a construct, I don’t believe in good luck”: being a Vacker. He knows he has privileges, but he doesn’t really feel them in any other way than pressure.

“Now that I know what’s what, I hate it here”: with the story unraveling, all the secrets hidden by the Council, learning all the flaws, now Fitz probably feels like the Lost Cities are less shiny as they seemed when he was a child sent away.

“So I will go to secret gardens in my mind”: before finding Sophie, the Forbidden Cities may have been such a haven, like there, he was a kid, learning about life, on a secret mission but without the prestige of his family name. Now, it’s in his mind only.

“People need a key to get to, the only one is mine”: the fact that he doesn’t trust easily, that he won’t open up.

“I read a book about it in a book when I was a precocious kid”: maybe he read the book. But he probably read a lot as escapism, and human books to learn about them. And he was precocious. Manifested very early.

“I’m there most of the year cause I hate it here”: he goes to the Forbidden Cities. He isn’t “here”, in the Lost Cities.

“My friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live instead of this”: used to cause the second Sophie arrived, he can’t play anymore. And he’d pick any other time just to not be himself.

“ I’d say the 1830’s but without all the racists and getting married for the highest bid”: he is basically living that. It’s not racism but there is discrimination he grew conscious of, and there is the matchmaking…

“Everyone would look down cause it wasn’t fun now”: we tend to get annoy at him cause apparently he ruins things. But he points things out too. He is embarrassing.

“Seems like it was never even fun back then”: I doubt he has ever had fun in his life. He’s been on a mission since he was SIX. And he daydreams it.

“Nostalgia is a mind-trick, if I’d been there, I’d hate it”: till being re-integrated in the Lost Cities cause he can now follow classes normally, but still, he doesn’t fit with his image, he hates it everywhere.

“It was freezing in the palace”: about how Everglen can feel, it’s a palace and sure, they love each other, but they put such high standards, it’s cold.

“I hate it here so I will go to, lunar valleys in my mind”: he goes in himself when he can’t breathe. He paints the light in his brain.

“When they found a better planet”: the idea, again, that he feels trapped in this world.

“Only the gentle survived”: he wish for gentleness

“I dreamed about it in the dark, the night I felt like I might die”: so. Yeah. He probably gets very anxious in the middle of the night for anything, during the mission, and even after. Worries about not finding Sophie. About something going wrong. About the way he is perceived. About everything really.

“I’m lonely but I’m good, I’m bitter but I swear I’m fine”: no one really knows him deep down, except Keefe, and they get separated about Sophie. So it’s lonely. He is bitter, he is angry, but he still puts up a pretty facade, he still pretends, cause he has to in order to hold on.

“I’ll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I’ll get lost on purpose”: 12/13 yo. Lost in between worlds he doesn’t really belong. Losing himself in one to not face the other. Hiding how he is inside.

“This place made me feel worthless”: he thinks he’s never enough cause he doesn’t hear “I’m proud of you” enough, cause he plays a role, he has to be the golden child, or at least act like it.

“Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me and in my fantasies, I rise above it”: the lucid dreams are the only thing he has real control upon, but for the real life, he is drowning, trying to keep things in order with the world collapsing.

“And way up there, I actually love it”: the hope to find his place someday.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 28

21st November 1995, part 2"

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Thea was over the moon to see Andrew in the sitting-room and literally flew into his arms. "There's my little Teddy-girl!", Andrew cheered, happily twirling her around. "How are you doing, darling? Have you had a good chat with Mummy?", he asked, carefully letting her down again, and Thea nodded, however she didn't look as half as happy as she usually did after shed been with her Mummy. "Has she told you that…-", he attempted to make a start but she interrupted him. "That you're not my father?! Yes, she did…" And suddenly, for a reason she wasn't even able to grasp at this point and probably due to her age, poor little Thea burst into tears. "Ohhh, please, darling, don't cry!", Andrew lovingly tried to soothe her, taking her on his lap. "I know, it must all be confusing and disturbing for you… but rest assured that we all love you and I'll always be your Daddy, darling. Who possibly cares about a handful of genes?” Camilla swallowed a few tears as she tried to pass the corridor as unnoticed as possible as she didn’t want to ruin their sweet and probably much-needed daddy-and-daughter moment; Andrew was so sweet with her, he’d always been, and though everything had turned out different to what they’d planned or hoped for, and though she was incredibly afraid of and uncertain about literally everything right now, seeing them together like this, despite everything, just filled her heart with so much joy. “Have you known it all along?”, Thea asked and Andrew nodded. “Yes, darling, I have. But it’s never mattered to me in any way. I have always loved you and I always will.”, he promised, tenderly rocking her from one side to the other. “But why did you keep it a secret?”, she wanted to know. “I don’t understand it. If Mummy and Sir are that much in love… Why couldn’t they just be a family with me?”

“That’s a very interesting and intelligent question, my little darling ”, he said. “I will try to explain it… You know that Sir is in a very special position, don’t you?” “He’s going to be King one day!”, Thea said. “Exactly. And sadly… Kings - or future Kings - can’t just marry whomever they want." "I know, there are special rules for future Kings…", Thea repeated what she'd been told so often and rolled her eyes. "But what sort of rules would forbid someone to be with the person they love? That's stupid!", she thought, and Andrew couldn't help smiling. Actually, she was right. It was stupid, damn stupid, so to say, and once more he thought how much better this world would possibly be, had it been ruled by children. “You’re right, sweetie, it is stupid, but sadly the world doesn’t always listen to clever young ladies like you.”, Andrew replied. “And… for Mummy and Sir… it was quite a hard time when they found out they were going to have a baby - you - knowing they wouldn’t be able to raise you together, which of course was what they’d have wanted. But they both already had a family with somebody else, you know. Sir with his wife and their two sons, William and Harry - your half brothers actually, and Mummy was with me and we had Tom and Laura. Though I’m afraid I wasn’t quite as nice to her as I should have been…”, he grumbled and Camilla, who was standing next to the door, secretly overhearing this sweet and moving conversation, had to wipe away a few more tears. She was touched about Andrew’s honesty and sensitivity with Thea. In fact, she thought that he was doing a much better job than she’d done before. “But anyway - there was lots of heartbreak and uncertainty and Mummy was very, very afraid of the future.”, he went on and she listened to him with wide eyes. “And then you were there to protect her?”, she asked and Andrew blushed which made Camilla laugh despite her tears. “Well, I’d say… kind of.”, he stated. “You know, though Mummy and I weren’t as much in love anymore as Mummy and Sir were, or Rose and I on the other hand, I still cared about Mummy an awful lot and I wanted to look after her, make sure she was safe and had everything she needed. Just like you care about your siblings or your very good friends for example. You’d surely help your friends if they ever found themselves in a difficult situation, wouldn’t you, darling?”, he asked her and she nodded absolutely convinced and sure of herself- “Of course!”, she exclaimed, looking at him seriously. "But why couldn’t Sir do that? Didn’t he want me?”

In that very moment, Camilla heard someone knocking on the front door and rushed over to look who it was. Now, that Andrew was here to protect her, she wasn’t that much afraid of the press anymore and probably it was Rose anyway; nothing to worry about, but she really didn’t want anything or anyone to spoil or interrupt this heartwarming talk between her little daughter and her daddy, what Andrew would undoubtedly stay forever, so she quickly and quietly opened the door - and felt at least a thousand stitches in her heart and even more butterflies in her stomach, when she realised that it was none other than Charles who’d been rushing over to them, accompanied only by his driver and protection officer, looking at her so overwhelmed and desperate, that it almost made her cry again. “Darling…”, he began, lowering his eyes, but she gave him a reassuring glance full of love and non-verbally told him to keep quiet. He nodded understanding, silently following her back into the corner next to the sitting-room door where she had been standing before, lovingly wrapping his arms around the love of his life.

“He wanted you very, very much, my darling.”, Andrew meanwhile went on answering Thea’s questions. “He loves Mummy more than anything and I think he was over the moon when she told him about you. He loves you both an awful lot. But he simply wasn’t allowed to care for you both, you know . That’s why I jumped in.”, he explained, hoping that all of the nonsense he’d been talking would at least make a little sense and answer the most important questions the little girl only too understandably had on her mind. Camilla and Charles exchanged a glance which said more than a thousand words, both of them crying, and cuddled up to each other even closer. The painful memories of that time, the uncertainty and fear they had both felt and of course the heartbreak especially Charles had gone through because he hasn't been allowed to be a father for his daughter, were simply overwhelming and hurt even more now than they had hurt back then. Camilla turned around and kissed him tenderly, tightly pressing his hand, as Andrew went on: “We thought it was best if we keep all of this a secret in order to protect you and Mummy, do you understand that?" Thea nodded, but then wanted to know: "But why did you have to keep it secret? What's so dangerous about it?" "See, sweetie…", Andrew sighed. "As you know, not everybody approves of Mummy and Sir's relationship. Many people are against them being together, don't ask me why, probably because they're very old-fashioned, pathetic and silly but they still are. And therefore… it'd have caused lots of trouble for all three of you had anybody got to know… however, unfortunately, somebody did get to know… and spilled it all on television last night." "What?" Thea obviously couldn't understand everything her daddy had just told her but spilling other people's secrets on television didn't seem right to her at all. "So, now… a lot of people know about it, unfortunately.", he went on. "And we really wanted you to learn it from us and give you the opportunity to ask us all of your questions directly. That's why we've decided that you'll stay home from school for a couple of days, and why I came over, too. We thought it'd be nice to spend some time together as a family and show the world that we stick together. Does that sound like a plan?", he asked, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible and Thea nodded excitedly. "Will Sir come and see us, too?", she wanted to know, and this was more or less Camilla’s cue. She quickly dried her tear-strained face and lurked through the door. "I think he's already here, sweetheart.", she announced, looking at Charles and motioned for him to follow her into the sitting-room. Thea's eyes widened and she climbed off Andrew's lap, attempting to run over to her mother but almost froze as she saw Charles. So far, she had taken it all very well but seeing him in front of herself so unexpectedly, apparently overwhelmed her and she looked at him almost anxiously.

“Hi Thea.", Charles said with a trembling voice and slowly got down on his knees, invitingly opening his arms for her, and once the first little shock was over, she rushed over to him and almost jumped into his arms - her father's arms. Charles had a hard time holding back his tears and Camilla had to wipe away a few once more as well - this was the first time that her Prince was able to hug their little angel as her father. And though she didn't even want to imagine what the next weeks and months would bring about for them, in this very moment, all that she felt was happiness.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Who Let Us Have A Group Chat

Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC

Word Count: 1,453

Summary: A not so fun morning.

Warnings: Innuendo (mentioned only), Sex (mentioned only), Violence (mentioned only), Fire (mentioned only), Abuse, Abusive Relationship, Harassment (mentioned), Sexual Harassment (mentioned), let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse, Charon is good Eclipse’s Moon.

Chapter 8: Dangerous Times

6:02am Who Took My Hat?

Lunar: Role call, we have a dangerous thing going around, I need everyone to do a head count.

Moon: Here.

Kill Code: Also here, obviously.

Supermassive: Here! Bolide is sleeping in the kitchen again, I'm waking him up.

Kill Code: Again in the kitchen? Doesn't he remember he has an entire bedroom?

Supermassive: Look, I tried to explain that to him. All I got was 'I know what I'm doing, Massy, I'll be sleeping soon enough.' Then he ate an entire four course meal of ice cream and went to sleep in the kitchen.

Heliosphere: Here too.

Blood Moon: Why wake me uuuuuuuuup?

Harvest Moon: (Automated Message) Busy with Bonnie, text you back later.

Kill Code: I could have lived my live without knowing you set up automated messages for when you're fooling around with Bonnie.

Lunar: Come on, they're married, it's fine.

Kill Code: Lunar, I know he's an adult AI, but I really don't want to know my child is doing unsavory things with Bonnie.

Blood Moon: More like Bonnie's doing unsavory things to him? Have you even seen the hickies he comes home with?

Kill Code: I haven't and I wish to strangle a rabbit now.

Blood Moon: You think I don't? That's my baby twin! I don't because he'd be sad then.

Lunar: Anyway, Sun and Eclipse? Gonna respond to the head count?

Sun: Oh, I'm fine, sorry. Tired. Couldn't get to sleep til almost 3 last night.

Moon: Go back to sleep or I'm knocking you out into sleep mode.

Sun: Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Moon: And he's asleep now.

Lunar: Eclipse?

Supermassive: He never came home last night after his date with Matthew.

Kill Code: He could be sleeping, he's awful with his sleep schedule lately.

Moon: Still doesn't make sense that he wouldn't respond if he's got notifications on again and we've been texting back and forth for almost a half hour now. Our texting even woke Sun up and Sun would barely wake up for a war.

Eclipse: I'm fine, I'm getting food on my way home. Thank you for being concerned.

Kill Code: You're fine? Did you spend the night with Matthew?

Eclipse: Yes, I'm fine. I stayed at Matthew's last night.

Kill Code: I regrettably ask, where did you even go that you ended up spending the night at his place?

Eclipse: We went to dinner and a museum. The museum closed at midnight and, by then, we were distracted and Matthew liked my dress so...

Kill Code: I don't want the details! I get it!

Eclipse: Okay.

Lunar: So, ignoring Harvest and Eclipse's late-night boyfriend escapades, everyone is accounted for, thank youuuu.

Kill Code: What was even the dangerous thing?

Lunar: Oh, Puppet's ex-boyfriend, BB, thinks I'm dating Puppet and is jealous that I 'stole Puppet from him'. Said he'd hurt someone I love and all that and I already checked on Monty and Puppet so you were my next turn. I think he was bluffing.

Moon: Probably bluffing but I'll put safeties on us to make sure we're all okay for today.

Eclipse: Ya know, eating breakfast in an evening dress makes people stare at you.

Blood Moon: Yep, that'll do it.

Eclipse: Like they haven't seen someone walk home in a fancy dress before.

Supermassive: How fancy? I didn't get to see you before you left.

Eclipse: newdress.jpg

Supermassive: Yeah, okay, that's reasonable to stare at. It looks like you're going somewhere important.

Eclipse: Listen, we were going to a new exhibit and both the restaurant and exhibit opening were black tie events and I didn't think I'd ever spend the night at Matthew's so he doesn't have any clothes I could go home in.

Blood Moon: It is an evening gown, Eclipse, it is kinda stare-worthy when you're not at the event it's for.

Eclipse: I'll be hiding in my room ignoring everything.

Kill Code: It's still a very pretty dress, Eclipse, if that's any consolation.

Eclipse: I'm burning this dress.

Kill Code: Because people stared at you?

Eclipse: No, I hate this dress.

Kill Code: Okay then.

Moon: I'll help you burn it!

Eclipse: Already burning it.

Moon: aww

Kill Code: Reign in the pyromania urges, Moon.

Moon: Take all the fun out of it.

10:31am Who Took My Hat?

Blood Moon: Eclipse, are you okay?

Eclipse: I'm fine, just tired still.

Blood Moon: Can I come in?

Eclipse: No, I want to be alone.

Blood Moon: Okay, well, tell us if you want one of us to come cuddle. I know it's hard to sleep without someone else.

Eclipse: I will if I need someone, thank you.

10:41am Private Chat

Eclipse: I need you.

Sirius: Now? I still haven't fixed Charon's travel machine again, it broke after last time travelling and now I have to fix it again.

Eclipse: Just talk to me then. Please.

Sirius: What happened?

Eclipse: Matthew hurt me again.

Sirius: How bad this time?

Eclipse: We went to a fancy restaurant and to a new museum exhibit and it was really nice at first. But he was staring at me the entire museum exhibit opening and he brought me back to his apartment.

Eclipse: He was trying and trying to get me to bed to sleep with him and he just wouldn't take a no as an answer. When he finally seemed to take no for an answer, he beat me until I passed out.

Sirius: Eclipse, are you okay?

Eclipse: I'm mostly okay, just my head hurts and my left knee but I'm scared.

Sirius: I think it's time to tell your family, Eclipse, he's hurt you eight times now. I know it's scary, but you aren't safe with him. This is eight strikes, most people wouldn't stay after the first time it happened.

Eclipse: But then who can possibly love me? At least Matthew loves me, he's just...not the best person.

Sirius: There's plenty of people. You also don't need someone to love you to define yourself with. You have a whole family, you have a dad and what now? four brothers?

Eclipse: Five so far.

Sirius: More activated?

Eclipse: Nine activated. One of them was found by Sun, who named him Supermassive. He seems like one of the nice ones. He has my personality but no memories.

Sirius: Just tell them, Eclipse. I promise, they can help you.

11:01am Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: So what? I'm just going to go up to my father and brothers and tell them 'hey, you know that boyfriend I have? Yeah, he's been abusing me and constantly trying to get me to bed for the last month. Oh yeah, that dress I burned? That's because he ripped it trying to get me to sleep with him.'

Sun: Eclipse?

11:04am Private Message

Eclipse: I'm so screwed.

Eclipse: ijusttextedthewrongchat.jpg

Sirius: I just got my dimensional travel machine up, I'm coming. Just hold on.

Eclipse: Please, Bloody is trying to get into my room.

Sirius: Message them, tell them to give you a minute, you need your support before they try to ask you questions. Deep breaths, you're alright.

11:09am Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: Give me a minute, please. I need my friend before you start interrogating me.

Lunar: Who's the friend?

Eclipse: Sirius, another version of me, a lot nicer.

Lunar: I know him! Okay, we're all going to wait until Siri is here to talk with Eclipse. He deserves to have his support system. So anyone trying to get to him, leave him alone until Siri is here and we'll let Eclipse have some time with Siri before we bug him about it.

Moon: I'm adding Sirius to the chat.

Moon has added Sirius to Who Took My Hat?

Sirius: Shaddup, I'm getting to my comfort tiny.

Lunar: Oh good, you're already in our dimension, I can bring you to where he is and I'll keep everyone away until Clipsey is ready to talk.

Sirius: Good.

Sirius: Oh yeah, I beat a guy named BB with a wrench this morning and apparently he was coming after me because of Lunar. What did you do?

Lunar: Well, ya see, BB is Puppet's ex-boyfriend and he thought I was dating Puppet, who's my best friend. But he thought I was dating Puppet and he got jealous saying I'd 'stole Puppet from him'. He said he'd hurt someone I love, we even did role call this morning for everyone.

Sirius: Well, I hit him in the face with a wrench and busted his faceplate because screw him.

Lunar: Why thank you, Sirius. We love you and your trusty wrench for using violence upon my bestie's ex.

Sirius: Anytime.

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Spy/Engie & Scout - The Guy Your Deadbeat Dad Married

Summary: We need more of the Engiespy as parents

[A/N] I went more for a actual paternal thing this time instead of usual mom-friend vibe but this is just what came to me when I sat down to write this.

~

Engie paused as he stepped into his workshop. Scout was already in it, seated on the edge of the workbench. Evidently he’d picked the lock to let himself in. A bit annoying but well, he was Spy’s son so of course he knew how to pick locks and liked to use that skill to surprise folk.

“So you’re gonna be my stepdad now, huh?” Scout said as slide off the table to his feet.

“You already know ‘bout that, huh?” Spy had literally just proposed last night after pulling Engie up onto the roof to watch the sunset. They’d been planning to tell everyone sometime today.

“Yeah. You guys did it kinda out in the open. Demo overheard and he told me.” Likely everyone else knew by now too then; living on a base with only eight other people made rumors and news spread less like wildfire and more like an explosion. Probably their fault for doing the proposal on the roof. Too late to do anything about it now.

“You got a problem with me marrying your dad?”

Scout was silent for a few seconds, shifting his weight back and forth, before replying. “No. It’s just weird to think about. I went my whole life thinking my dad was dead but turns he just left ‘cause he’s a coward and ‘cause he’s got enemies or whatever. And then one day I end up working with him, find out he’s my dad a couple years later and then whoops he’s getting married so now I’m gonna have two dads. And my stepdad is a guy I knew before my dad even starting dating him. That’s not how those kinds of things typically go, right? It’s just weird.”

In all the excitement of the proposal, Engie hadn’t had time to pause and consider how Scout would take the news. And he and Spy had officially started dating before Scout had found out Spy was his dad. Not much before but still long enough that the topic of how that news affected Scout and Engie’s relationship hadn’t come up. And it had continued to be something they never talked about it until now.

Engie didn’t feel equipped for such a conversation. Scout and Spy seemed to have repaired their relationship as much as was possible and largely got along now. That didn’t mean everything was all good and fine between them though. There was still tension at times, Spy talked to Engie about it occasionally. It wasn’t something Engie particularly liked the thought of getting involved in but he did love Spy enough to take it on. That’s what loving other people was like sometimes, especially when choosing to marry someone. And so they were finally talking about it.

Engie approached a couple steps closer, putting his hands into his pockets for lack of knowing what else to do with them. “You don’t gotta think of me as your stepdad or whatever if you’d prefer not to. I could just be the guy your deadbeat dad married.” There’d be no use pretending it wouldn’t affect their relationship in some way.

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“No.” Engie liked Scout. They’d gotten along fairly well from the beginning and after all the times Spy had confided in him about his son, Engie had grown to see him in a somewhat similar light. “It ain’t ‘bout just me though. I’m not sure what all goes into being a dad, step or otherwise, especially to someone who’s already an adult, but I’d be willing to try if that’s what you want from me.”

Scout’s face scrunched up as he studied Engie, making him look an awful lot like Spy. Also like Spy, what he was looking for was impossible for Engie to guess. Finally though he relaxed and even smiled. “You know, I think you might be a better dad than my actual dad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Not that that’s exactly hard to do and all. But like, you know? Congrats on getting married and stuff. Maybe having two dads will make up for even properly having one for so long.”

“Well, I suppose I look forward to forward to helping you find out.”

They shook hands. A bit awkward and stiff but it was nice to be on the same page. Only time would tell how things would actually go but Engie was optimistic.

[polyphonical]

Bridal - Chapter 4

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Location: Studio

Izumi: Alright, stop! That was awful!

Kaoru: ……

Izumi: How did it end up being worse than last time? I thought you understood even a little bit of what I told you, did you not?

There’s supposed to be a happy bride behind the lens right? So why are you making that kind of expression the moment I take the picture?

You’re getting married, and your bride is holding a bouquet of flowers, so look happier!

Kaoru: ……

Izumi: Hakaze, don’t just silently stand there, say something! 

Huh? What is it, Anzu? Let’s take a break? There’s no way we can take a break after this.

I am not sending off a half assed product when I’m the one guiding him.

I don’t have any time tomorrow or the day after, so we have to finish this today.

Look, we're doing this again. Look over here, imagine a happy bride, and smile.

Kaoru: O-okay…

Izumi: Like~ I~ said~ why do you look so upset? Don’t make me repeat the same thing over and over again!

Kaoru: Um… I’m sorry, Sena-kun.

Izumi: Geez… Not to be like Anzu, but it probably is best to take a break.

We seriously don’t have time for this. I normally wouldn’t allow this, but if the same thing keeps happening, we won’t get anywhere.

Kaoru: Anzu-chan, Sena-kun, thank you. I’m gonna go outside for a bit and get some fresh air.

Izumi: …What’s up with him? Anzu, do you know?

It was the same thing the other day when we went to the arcade. [1] He was acting weird.

But whatever. What’s going on with him has nothing to do with me, so I don’t care.

A~h. After this, I have no idea when I’m getting home. Naru-kun better pay me overtime for this.

Hm? What, “You were really cool earlier”?

Naturally. I have a lot of experience with bridal shoots, so I could do them in my sleep. 

Of course, this applies to other themes too. I’ve been modeling since I was a little, so this type of stuff was ingrained into me.

Hm? You asked when will I start modeling again?

I wonder~. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’d do about that too…

Naru-kun asked me too. She wants me to start modeling again. Recently, she’s been trying to get me to do all sorts of jobs.

This time too, she might’ve asked me to help out Hakaze so I could remember how fun it is to model again.

Or, it really could’ve just been an emergency and she had no one else to ask.

Even though I said I wouldn’t come back unless Yuu-kun was with me… It really is fun to be in front of a camera, isn’t it?

Ah~ I really do love this job after all.

…Not that I’ll ever tell Naru-kun I said that.

I can hear it now. “I knew that Izumi-chan wanted to keep modeling ♪,” she’d say.

…More importantly, why am I telling you all of this?

I didn’t even want to tell you this, but you just kept listening and saying “Uhuh!” and “Right!” so I naturally just kept talking!

…Now that I think about it, Hakaze still hasn’t come back yet.

He wouldn’t just leave and never come back right?

What? You’re gonna go look for him, Anzu?

Then I’ll stay here. If Hakaze comes back, at least one person has to be in the studio to wait for him.

Even if I went, I think he’d like it more if Anzu went instead of me.

In class, he won’t shut up. Always saying, “Anzu-chan this” and “Anzu-chan that”.

Alright go already. If you take too long, we’ll just waste the day away.

… I’ll leave Hakaze to you, Anzu.

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Begging you guys to read Wanted!!!. For context here, Kaoru asked Izumi to borrow his makeup kit because he was crying and his eyes were swollen. Eichi asked to go to the arcade after this and the rest unfolds there. But mainly, Kaoru was upset and the arcade was a distraction, so that's why Izumi said he was acting weird then.

[noodyl-blasstal]

After the aftermath - Blupjeans Week day 8 (weeks are longer now, sorry)

My @blupjeansweek prompts are part of a story and this is a little ficlet to tie it all off! Find the others here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 or on Ao3

When people asked for the proposal story Barry never really knew what to say. They didn’t want to hear “one day Lup said it’d be baller if we made our wedding rings out of bone and I had some at home, so we did it, and look here it is! She did that cool twisty thing here first try. Isn’t she great?” Most people outside their immediate family just did weird squinchy faces about it or looked sympathetic. Barry had no idea why, as far as he was concerned it was perfect, mostly because Lup wanted to marry him and he wasn’t really bothered about anything else. 

“How about the bone church, babe?” Lup asked, stretching her legs out in front of her on their picnic blanket. 

Barry stayed cross legged and hidden from the midday sun in the shade of Lup’s parasol. “I know it’s what your spooky heart longs for, and I want you to have the perfect day, but bones or not it’s still a church.”

“And?”

“We’re not in any way religious? Or, well, the right kind of religious, church religious, obviously I worship you.”

Lup snorted. “Bad. Awful. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Said Barry, and squeezed her hand. “How about the university?” 

“So we don’t have to take leave?”

Barry laughed. “Yeah, we’ll just get Dav to use his captain powers and do it in the 10 minutes between lectures when we rush past each other in the hall on Fridays.”

“Taako would have to be there.” Lup said thoughtfully. “But  I think we could make it work… the drama of the time limit sounds kinda hot.”

“I… No, I mean… that wasn’t a serious suggestion, Lup. I was thinking more like the library, or the fancy hall? We could shove everyone round one of the big dramatic bench tables. Plus, we’d get staff discount. I bet they’d let us decorate it however we want as long as we put it back again after. We’re fire wardens too, so that’s the safety certificate sorted.” 

“Ooooh, we do have all those skulls to en-candle. They can’t stop us from having flames if we’re qualified about it.” Said Lup, sitting up a bit straighter. “And we could wrap twinkly lights round the beams…”

“... oh! And we could probably steal the flaming carpet from the office and see if Taako would be able to transmute something longer.”

“Pssh, he’ll be offended if we imply anything other than unfailing confidence in his ability to do it.” 

“Good point. I’ll let you bully Taako into doing a lot of manual labour.”

“He’s got Kravitz for that. Goth boy will be on carpet rolling duty as soon as Taako asks. He’s got it bad.” 

“They both do.”

“Yeah, they do.” There’s a long pause, a comfortable one. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever have this, you know?” Lup said. Barry didn’t dare say anything yet, Lup didn’t talk about the past a lot. He knew it was a hard topic and he wanted to let her get the thoughts out without interruption so he just squeezed her hand and hoped it conveyed ‘I’m here’, ‘I’’ve got you’, ‘I love you’. “There was just a time in the middle there where I wasn’t sure how we were gonna climb our way out of the shit pit life dropped us in.” 

“But you did.” Added Barry, unable to hide the pride in his voice. Sure, his life hadn’t been a walk in the park, but he’d always had Marlena.

 “We did.” Lup nodded. “And now we’ve built a whole family, and Taako has Kravitz, and I have you.”

“Forever and always.” Said Barry, nodding firmly. “You can’t get rid of me now…” He winced. “Okay, wait, no, that sounded creepy, but you know what I mean.”

“I do.” Said Lup, and leaned over to kiss him on the nose.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

you may have already talked about this so forgive me buuuuut what were Belle and Adam's reactions to each pregnancy? and their baby's reactions as they joined in on the fun of learning they would be getting siblings?

i have been SO excited to answer this all day. i love pregnancy discoveries/announcements SO MUCH i just think they’re so cute. (i mean, they can certainly be Not Great news, but in otp land!!!! CUTE!!!!) so without further ado, let’s get INTO IT!!

okay for their first baby… gosh i’ve probably written and rewritten this scene twenty different ways over the years. this is the BIG ONE!! the moment they go from a married couple to PARENTS!!! it’s HUGE it’s LIFE CHANGING!! i think about it all the time. and i think after all these years i finally have a scenario that i’m most happy with, that i’d really love to write and sort of insert into my canon, but just haven’t finished yet. and the funny part is that i’ve already written The Conversation™️ i just have to set it up and context and story and all that jazz. but anyway, i think it’d be such a big thing for both of them.

for belle, she really never imagined she’d get to be a mother. and i think the idea of motherhood, in a way, sort of scared her. she LOVES children for sure, but i think growing up in the village with no real prospects, no chance of getting out and being free, the idea of becoming someone’s domestic little housewife and homemaker was just such an awful idea to her. she wanted true love, she wanted a family of her own, but she just didn’t want it to be in that little provincial town with no hope of escape. and marrying someone and having their kids would just tether her there forever. and she wanted more for herself!!

so then, when she marries, idk, THE PRINCE? and becomes THE QUEEN? everything just changes. she’s not just some guy’s little wife. adam would rather die than let that happen. adam believes in her and pushes her to be as incredible as he knows she is. she has so many responsibilities in her role, she’s a freakin powerhouse!!! so when she does end up pregnant, almost a year after they get married, she’s actually quite excited by it. because she Knows she’s so much more than a homemaker. she doesn’t have to compromise herself to be a wife and mother, as she had once feared. she gets to have a baby with the love of her life and still fulfill all her own dreams. she can really do it all, your honor! so, in short, realizing she’s pregnant that first time is exciting and a huge relief knowing this isn’t the end of her life, just another chapter.

for adam it’s more like AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH !!!??!! PANIC PANIC PANIC WORRY WORRY WORRY !!!!!! but i can elaborate further. essentially, adam was never really keen on fatherhood. surprise surprise, having an abusive father and growing up suppressed and bullied and then directionless and scared and all that… didn’t really enthuse him on the idea that he’d be a great parent for any kid. despite that, of course, he did know deep down he would have to have an heir at some point. probably with some random woman who was deemed a politically advantageous match, someone he didn’t care about, the way he didn’t care about anything. but he ignored that prospect as often as possible, the same way he ignored all his other royal responsibilities. BUT! NOW? he Loves his wife……… he loves his wife so much and everything is different now. he’s a changed man now. he’s trying so hard to see the goodness in the world now. everything is brighter and it’s scary but he’s strengthened by her and supported by her and loved by her and… and… she’s pregnant 🥺

i’ve written this scene so many different ways mostly because adam’s reaction is just so… complicated. he wouldn’t be angry but i don’t think he’d be overtly happy either. he’s changed, he’s grown, but “fatherhood” is such a Deeply Rooted issue for him that i think when belle tells him, he just doesn’t even react at first. he knows he loves her and knows, logically, this is a good thing, so he holds her and starts worrying about her and starts processing this great big change in his life. and he fears becoming his father, despite the fact that it’s his mother’s kind heart beating inside him. and belle tells him there is no one else on this earth she’d rather have children with, because no one would ever believe in her the way he does. the way she believes in him. so they have lots of reassuring talks over the course of the pregnancy, and of course, that beautiful day when their first little one finally arrives, it’s just magic 🥹

GAH! first baby euphoria consumes my soul. i could talk about it forever, clearly. but i’ll move on to baby number TWO!

i actually HAVE written this fic of belle telling adam!! it’s a couple years old now so i’m tempted to not link it but it’s still how i imagine it happens in canon so it’s okay. i shan’t cringe at my old writing!! anyway, it’s christmas 1743 when belle tells adam they’ll be spending NEXT christmas with one more little angel than this year 🥰 adam is a lot happier on the second round, now that he’s been a father for a bit of time, now that he’s positively fallen in LOVE with his daughter, he’s more excited to keep growing their family. renée, however, is not even two yet when this is happening, so she really doesn’t have any thoughts about it lmao. HOWEVER, once her baby sister arrives, she is Not enthused by the sudden lack of attention. i’ve written a cute one about that so i’ll link that as well <3 i really want to write the moment renée meets juliette, i think it’d be sort of funny considering how young she was, but i just haven’t gotten around to it. my fic about the day juliette was born is already so hectic for other reasons, so it just didn’t work to write renée into it.

LASTLY!!! LE PRINCE!!!! it’s like you’re in my HEAD bro because just Yesterday i got a cute idea for how this pregnancy may be discovered. (and i have considered multiple possibilities, this is just the latest and greatest). i was imagining perhaps juliette (age 4) comes down with a cold of sorts, so belle’s been taking care of her. then belle starts to feel sick, and she just brushes it off thinking she caught juliette’s bug. but then juliette gets better and belle is still feeling like GARBAGE. and eventually it clicks that it’s because she’s pregnant <3 i think this third one catches them both off guard just a bit because the girls came so quickly one after the other and then it’s been almost five years and nothin??? i mean it’s the 18th century it’s not like they were doing anything to prevent it. (i am aware of 18th century contraception methods but these two definitely were not using them lmao). regardless, when it finally clicks, adam and belle are both just sort of like “oh shit!!!! NICE!!!!” lmao. they had gotten settled in life with their two girlies, but they’re certainly not mad about adding to their number 💖

as far as the girls’ reactions, i would also like to write that some time, but haven’t yet. in general, i think renée (who was very nearly 7) just EXPLODES with a million questions. she’s also very adamant that this baby Must be another girl (spoiler alert: it was not💙) and she’s just in general trying to be as obnoxiously involved as possible. she’s always tossing out name ideas (usually characters from the books she’s reading, but also lots of flower names like chrysanthemum and hyacinth). she also loves putting her hand on belle’s growing bump and asking “what’s the baby doing now??” like 20 times a day. (she loses her mind whenever she feels him kick🥹)

juliette, on the other hand, takes a long time to process it (it’s the autism, but also she’s just younger). but it sort of helps that, at the time, lumiere & plumette were already expecting their second child. so adam & belle could be like “you know how auntie plumette is gonna have a baby soon? well now so are WE!” and juliette’s like “oooooohhhhh 🤔 (doesn’t get it at all).” but when that baby arrives (a lil lad named xavier🥰🧡) juliette gathers what’s going on. that is a BABY. she does like feeling the baby in mama’s tummy move as well, it’s very wild to her. she’s much more quietly curious about her future little sibling than renée is, but she’s just as excited when they do finally meet him. which i HAVE written 🥹🥹🥹

AND, juliette gets the credit for giving her little brother his lifelong nickname. when her parents told her they were naming him maurice, she very quietly replied “hi, reece☺️” and he is forever called reece/reecy by his family and friends henceforth 🩵 (it also helps to differentiate from his beloved namesake grandfather!)

renée isn’t super excited about having a brother instead of another sister, (especially when lumiere and plumette already have TWO boys. (ENOUGH WITH THE BOYS IN THIS GOSH DANG CASTLE!!!😒)) but she does come to love him!! even though he’s annoying as hell!!! but it’s his gotdamn right as the little brother💛

[flatbstanley]

10:47 am—Obscure Logistics Breakroom

Megumi: Are you all right, Katie? You seemed a bit…off during that meeting.

Katie: Well…you’ve probably guessed this already, but Justin and I have a past, and it’s not the happiest one.

Megumi: Oh, goodness, I didn’t mean to pry into your romantic life—

Katie: No, no, it’s not that. Justin used to work for an organization called FACTS, sort of a giant youth group for Catholic students. I joined when I was in law school. I thought I’d make some friends, maybe join a Bible study or something.

Katie: Then things got…weird. I’d say that I had to miss Bible study because I had class, and Justin would say that my faith was more important. I’d worry about passing the bar, and he’d tell me that I should pray the rosary instead of doing any more prep.

Megumi: What happened to that old saying about the Lord helping those who help themselves?

Katie: Exactly. And when I pulled away from FACTS, he blew up my phone until I blocked his number. Second year, I learned that he married some poor girl who lost her athletic scholarship when she got sick. His term with FACTS was over, and he was about to take a new job. That was the last I’d heard of him until today.

Megumi: Well, with any luck, you’ll never have to hear about him ever again!

Katie: Yeah, I guess. Although I still feel really awful for his wife. And for any kids he has.

[toyahinterviews]

CELEBRITY BRIDES UNVEILED 2009

TOYAH: When I was a little girl I never dreamt about my wedding. I was a tomboy. All I ever wanted for Christmas and for my birthdays was punch balls, guns, tanks. So weddings just weren't on my agenda at all   In fact, I probably as I got older and got into my teens and became a punk rocker - and then got into my 20s - was quite phobic about thoughts of marriage and quite phobic about the thought of having a permanent partner and having a family. So when I did eventually get married, I shocked everybody I knew I grew up in Birmingham, which was quite a difficult place for a girl to grow up 35 years ago. Women were forced into relationships and I felt forced into being sexually active. An awful lot of the girls that I knew their ideal was to have a child out of wedlock and get the security of a nice apartment and never get married and get a job. I hate to generalise about it, but that is the environment I grew up in Because I grew up in that environment I was ferociously against relationships. So I got involved in punk and then in music around the age of 14. I knew that I was always going to be very different  

I started making my own clothes and started to look very punky. I was very pre-punk. I was influenced by a film called The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which was pre-punk. So I was walking around Birmingham with peacock coloured hair about two years before punk rock ever appeared 

My husband and I should have met at least five to six years before we actually did because we had the same management company. The very first time I met him was 1983, where we shared a taxi to an award ceremony together. He sat on the front seat and I was on the backseat with my manager - our manager. He was very quiet and he had these little round glasses   I just took the mickey out of him from the Kings Road to the Grosvenor Hotel, which was about half an hour trip. I can remember my manager just being flabbergasted that I had the guts to just provoke this man for half an hour and I'd only just met him I didn't know that he is in the Top 10 of the world's most famous guitar players. He's a man called Robert Fripp and 1983 he was just like God in the music world. He worked with David Bowie he produced Peter Gabriel. He'd been on Blondie’s his albums - so he was a megastar. The picture behind me (above) is of me and Princess Michael of Kent, laughing at someone joking. And that someone is Robert Fripp, my husband    This is the first moment I really got to talk to him because Princess Michael wanted a photograph taken with him and me. That picture appeared in a very famous newspaper the next day with Robert cut out of it, because Robert was never really a celebrity, but I was and that was 1983 - three years before I married Robert So we didn't meet again until two years later, when we met at exactly the same award ceremony. He said to me would I visit him at his home in Dorset and make an album with him, a charity album for children's school in America and I said yes    But what I didn't know, and this is very much how my husband works - when we met again in 1985, which would have been around June - July he'd already said to his friends in America, where he lived in New York, he said "I'm wiping the diary clean for the next three weeks, because I'm going to meet my wife". So we'd already had a kind of intuition about this   

Then the following week after we met and had this discussion, I went down to work with him on this album for a week. He said “will you marry me?“ and “I said it was a bit quick, isn’t it?” He said "no, I know you're my wife. I've been planning this for the last month." And I kind of went "OK, well let's get to know each other"     So I actually moved to Washington for three months to the school where we were raising the money for, where he taught, because he also teaches guitar. I went there and taught drama for three months and that was our courtship (Shows the bouquet) I still have my wedding bouquet, which is hard to believe. This dear thing is 22 years old. We keep it in our front room. It was yellow, originally. I adore yellow flowers. So we had yellow roses, yellow Carnations and then Lily of the Valley     This is probably the most expensive thing about the wedding - the Lily of the Valley on May the 16th - we're already out of season. So we had to have them brought in from Holland and it wasn't cheap. But I did a little drawing of what I wanted and a friend went along to a florist and got it organised. And miraculously, we have managed to keep it I organised the wedding. My husband didn't want anything to do with any of those traditions other than the church ceremony. So he participated in the rehearsal. We married in St. Mary & Cuthberga & All Saints Church in Witchampton in Dorset where his father was buried, and I think his grandparents were buried     We did the rehearsal but that was about as far as it went. I bought the wedding rings, I bought the wedding dress. I cooked all the food for the wedding party. He didn't want children at the wedding. He didn't want any of my friends at the wedding but I insisted on close family Basically I realised that it was nerves. He can't bear big events. I have never had a party since I've been married because he can't bear those kinds of events, which is unusual but bearable. So he didn't want music at the wedding. It was a silent wedding         The extraordinary thing was it was on May the 16th 1986 and it’d rained for a month but the moment we arrived at the church, the sun came out and streamed through the windows exactly where we stood at the altar

(Shows the hat) I had the veil made. My sister-in-law had to organise it so no one knew I was having a wedding veil made. That went over the front, it's very brittle and delicate. You've got to remember it's 22 years old, and this big flower went at the back. Now these are back in again today. Back then this was 1986, big things were in. But seriously that went out in the 90s big time. I suppose you would see that in Sex And The City today We managed to have the reception with very close family. And then the precious day ended and that evening and the next day we were hounded. We were chased everywhere by journalists in cars. Eventually we drove off to a Franciscan retreat in Sand Creek in Cornwall, who hid us and we hid that for a week and they blessed our wedding (Shows the garter) This is the garter I wore for something blue and I wore it on my left leg I think, I could be wrong. But there's only two legs to choose from. It was a gift from my husband's best friend. They had it made by a local lacemaker in Dorchester. My husband now keeps this on his desk in his office.      (Shows the dress) Because Robert and I were getting married secretly I couldn't order a wedding gown. Because I was paying for everything and basically was not interested in a huge expensive public wedding I had to really ponder of how I was going to be a bride I thought OK, I'll just go buy a ball gown and it was really hard for me to shop at this time because I was incredibly well known. I couldn't go anywhere on my own. So I knew of a kind of debutante ball shop in a town called Windborne in Dorset. I went there pretending I was going to a ball and I bought the only ball gown that would fit me       That was a little pink organza Bo Peep dress, a family dress. I didn't want a traditional white wedding dress which was lucky. This is actually a little ball gown, very Bo Peep, off the shoulder puffball sleeves that just rested on the upper arm. Little kind of gatherings at the bottom. So it's very feminine, very pretty indeed I think marriage is cyclical. I think everything in life is cyclical. You go through cycles. And if you can recognise those cycles, you can recognise when a cycle is dipping, and you're in a bad time and also when a cycle is lifting and you're in a good time. I think you only grow to recognise these things if you have longevity in a relationship      

So seven years ago, we found the home we're in now (Toyah and Robert in 2020, above), which is just the most perfect beautiful home in the world in the Midlands. We decided that we wanted to spend more time together and travel a little bit less and just enjoy ourselves. We've worked really hard, not only as a couple, but as individuals as well. You've got to bear in mind we don't have children either so we're not fixed and one of us isn't financially dependent on the other But we go off, we have little honeymoons three or four times a year and just lock the world out and we're just romantic. The one thing that both of us are - we are both very romantic. I love buying him gifts and I love telling him to pack a bag and (say to him) you’re going be in a warm climate. You'll be in a cold climate. Oh, don't worry, you're not going to leave the bedroom for a week. I've kind of I like surprising him and taking him on nice adventures You can watch the programme  HERE