#this is the song that plays at their wedding don't argue with me

[marshallsgirl]

Marshall revealing his new song to Y/N

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Recommended song: Remind Me - Eminem, In Too Deep - Eminem

Author's note: Hey, guys! I was so bored and I wrote this. I may delete it later or idk. Hope you all enjoy it. I love you guys so much! Sending all of you a warm hug🫂🤍

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"I have a surprise for you" Marshall said to me as he enter the living room. Inmediatly I turn off the tv and give all my attention to him. "Guess what" he said.

"What?"

"The song is complete!"

"Whoa baby!"

Here's the thing. He told me he was writting a song about us, but that's it. He didn't talk about ever again. Even if I asked him about it he had changed the topic. So, I was very nervous about it. Because this has happened before. It was with the Revival album. That one song called Remind Me. That one was for me. I still remember when he show me that song.

" did you...That's my fav rock&roll song!" I said when I heared the beat.

"Yeah, that's the song you kept singin' and singin' while you're cooking" he said wanted to laugh at me.

I loved that song. Perfect combination but it was crazy. I mean...he did that for me? He united rock&roll and rap that was so crazy.

"Damn, that's crazy babe" I said.

"See y/n, u make me do things I normally wouldn't do"

"Awww, I love it and I love you baby!"

So, this time I was really nervous because I've been singin' a lot and very different genres. And Marshall...Well, he is so crazy. I didn't know what to expect.

"Are we going to the studio?" I asked him ready to go change if needed.

"No, let's just get in the car". So, we got inside his car. "Are u okay?" suddenly he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm good! I need to hear your song!"

I got too excited and I get very excited when I'm nervous I don't know why, but It's like I got a lot of energy all of the sudden. Anyways, so he says:

"Okay, okay but you need to know that I just got the final mix and I haven't heard it. I mean I know the entire song but I didn't hear the final mix yet" he explained.

"Omg..."

"What?"

"Wait, let me just make myself comfortable" I said while adjustin' my seat a little bit.

At this point he doesn't even hide that he's laughing at me.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, ready"

"Wait, look at me" he ordered and I obey. "I love you"

"Okay, now play the song!"

"Yo, say it back!" he replied.

"I love you, babe!"

And so the music started and he is lip singin': "This could never work, " is what we said at first. But whatever this is, it's working. But we're in two different worlds and (yeah) I'm not your husband (nah), you ain't my girlfriend. All I know is that (what?) When I'm with you, I'm a different person, yeah. And I ain't never met a chick as perfect. Girl, you're a ten, so here I am (yeah)

I literely screamed and Marshall had to stop the music.

"No, keep it goin'!" I argue.

He laughed and let the music continue: ...Can't tell if I'm cheating on her with you or cheating on you with her. But really, nobody's at fault, can't help who you love. Hope they don't ever hear us talk

'Cause we both are getting sloppy. Probably subconsciously part of me's hoping we get caught 'cause I'm not happy here (nah)

With her. Rather have you (yeah) Rather have me too. 'Cause you're not happy there (you're not happy there) With him. Rather have me (I know, but) We just in too deep (I'm in way too deep)

Marshall started singin' it out loud and I was vibin' with it the whole time. It was a good damn song. Honestly, I loved it. It truly was about us, about the start of our relationship, but there were a few things that weren't true like me havin' a wedding ring. It should say: I got a wedding ring. So it's her instead of you.

"That's it. What do u think?" he said not being able to stop smilin'

"Please, play the song one more time"

And he started to laugh again.

"Marshall!"

"Are for real? Did you loved it?" he was surprised.

"Yes, I love it!"

"Y/n..." he laughs again.

"Marshall! You're being so freakin' annoying. Play the song one more time!"

"Yo, you are just sayin that. You didn't loved it!"

"What? I do love it! Marshall!"

"Okay, okay"

He played the song again.

"I'm gonna cry" I said.

"Yo, you're hillarious!"

"That song is good as hell!"

#eminem #eminemslimmarshall #marshall mathers #slim shady #the real slim shady #rap god #eminem pics #marshall mathers x y/n #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #eminem x y/n #eminem x you

[canirove]

Kylian Mbappé Imagine | three

Little summary: This Wattpad request asked for something with Kylian where you've had an argument, and you accidentally hurt yourself after. But it isn't a serious injury, anyone can read it. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! ☺️💜

Masterlist

"No."

"But..."

"I said no."

"What if I find an acoustic version? That would be nice, right?"

"Kylian, what part of I'm not walking down the aisle to "Despacito" did you not understand?"

"But it is our song! The one that was playing when we first kissed!"

"It isn't our song."

"That One Direction one you like isn't it either."

"It is better."

"It is boring."

"That's what you say."

"Yeah, and everything I say is wrong" he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You haven't liked any of the things I've suggested for the wedding, you know? Nothing."

"That's because all your ideas are tacky."

"They aren't."

"They are, Kylian. They are."

"Then maybe we shouldn't get married. It's like you don't want to, always saying no to everything" he shrugs.

"What? Of course I want to marry you!"

"Then let me do something!"

"I'm letting you!"

"No, you're not! You are doing it all. You even chose my suit!"

"Because you wanted to wear a white one, and that's tacky as hell!"

"It wasn't tacky. It was really cool."

"I beg to differ."

"Whatever" he says, parking the car.

"Yeah, whatever" I reply, opening the door and getting out.

"What about having one of those photocall things where people pose with emojis and things like that?" Kylian asks as we walk towards the house.

"Those are ridiculous."

"See? Another thing I suggest that you don't like!"

"I'm sorry, ok?" I say, turning around to look at him. Though I do it way too fast, and I trip with the step at our door.

"Careful!" he says, trying to catch me. But he is too slow, and I end up falling. "Are you ok?"

"No!"

"Are you crying or laughing?" he asks while kneeling next to me.

"Both."

"What?" Kylian chuckles.

"I'm pretty sure I fell like they do in movies, I must have looked ridiculous."

"Nah..."

"And I think I've broken my butt."

"Wait what?" he says, going from trying to not laugh to looking worried.

"It hurts."

"Come, let's go inside" he says, helping me get up.

Once inside the house, Kylian moves all the cushions to one sofa, making me lay facing down on them.

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now let's see if you've broken that pretty bum of yours" he says, lifting my sweatshirt.

"Careful" I hiss when he touches my low back. "How does it look?"

"You are already brushing. I'm gonna call Pierre."

"Pierre? Why?"

"He's a doctor, isn't he? I'm sure he can come and check you, he should be home by now."

"He's a physio, Kylian."

"Even better" he smiles.

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"It's just a big contusion. You'll be sore for a couple of days, but you should be fine."

"Thank you, Pierre."

"Yeah, thank you" Kylian says. "Let me walk you out."

"There's no need, I know my way out. Just take care, ok?" he says to me.

"I will" I smile.

"Well..." Kylian says once Pierre has left, sitting next to me. "Looks like we'll have to take a break from all the wedding planning for a while and play doctors instead."

"It'll probably be for the best. I'm sorry, tho."

"About what? Being clumsy?" he says with a teasing smile while fluffing a pillow so I can sit up.

"Ha ha" I reply, rolling my eyes. "I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you. I hate arguing about stupid things like the shape of a table or if we want red or white roses."

"It's ok, don't worry" he says, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"This is supposed to be a day to celebrate our love, isn't it? Why does it have to be so complicated? Why can't it be like the day we got engaged? It was so simple, just you and I looking at the sunset from the pool in that Italian villa..." I sigh.

"Maybe it can be that simple."

"What do you... Ouch" I complain as I move to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Let's elope."

"Elope?"

"Yeah. Let's go back to the villa. We can call the priest from the town nearby, and get married next to the pool while the sun sets."

"That sounds... That actually sounds perfect. But won't we be needing some witnesses or something so it is legal?"

"We can ask our families to come with us and spend a weekend there, eating and celebrating what truly matters."

"Which is?"

"Us. Our love" he says, caressing my cheek.

"Let's do it, then. Let's elope" I smile.

"You sure?"

"100%. But first I need to recover from almost breaking my butt."

"Ok" Kylian laughs. "I love you."

"I love... Ouch" I complain again as I move to kiss him.

"Careful" he chuckles.

"I love you too" I say, finally finding a comfortable position and kissing him.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

[lightninginapuddle]

Blackbeard's musical theme S1 vs S2 observations

I've been rewatching the show recently to find the scenes where Blackbeard's Theme is used, and here are some observations I can share with those interested. I'm not going to get technical or anything, just pinpoint some things I found interesting in the use of that theme in the context of the show, the characters, and the scenes it appears in.

Just so you have it in your ears, this is Blackbeard’s Theme. When I searched for scenes, I was looking for a specific leitmotif that derives from the very beginning of that linked song: the 3 held, rumbly, low notes (E, G and D#/Eb in that order), or a variation of that pattern. In the show, this main theme is often followed by strings playing a high-pitched sustained harmony with fast repeated notes (that or maybe these are long slow strokes with lots of vibrato, you tell me, I don't play a string instrument).

The theme is meant to be menacing.

My observations under the cut, sorry it's a little messy!

- Season 1: the theme is introduced by Izzy in A Damned Man and last heard in a scene with Ed in Wherever You Go, There You Are. The theme is never played for anyone else but them throughout season 1.

- Season 2: the theme is reintroduced by Ed at the wedding in Impossible Birds, and we last hear it at the beginning of Izzy’s death scene in Mermen.

- Contrary to season 1, the theme also appears with the crew when they are fighting with each other in Fun and Games, and with Lucius when he's alone and holding the wooden shark in The Curse of the Seafaring Life. The theme we hear in the scene with the crew is a variation from the original theme.

Some analysis could be drawn from this, such as Blackbeard's poison leaking out of Izzy and Ed and contaminating the crew and reflecting in the way their trauma is portrayed on screen. The theme being heard with lucius is particularly interesting to me, though I'm still trying to form my analysis of this. Maybe because the shark is a physical embodiment of Blackbeard to Izzy? And thus the essence of Blackbeard is transferred to that wooden shark? Who knows, your guess is as good as mine.

- Season 1: the theme is in 21 scenes in 5 episodes only (2,3,4,6 and 10). I’d argue that Izzy is the driving force of the theme in at least half of these scenes (12/21 vs Ed 9/21) as he carries the threatening essence of the theme.

- More than half of those appearances are in only 2 episodes: The Art of Fuckery (7 scenes) and Discomfort in a Married State (5 scenes), but never less than 3 scenes per episode for the other episodes.

- Season 1: we don't hear the theme in The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, This is Happening, We Gull Way Back and Act of Grace. It's interesting to note that, apart from Act of Grace, Izzy and Ed don't interact at all in those episodes.

- Season 2: 14 scenes in 6 episodes (1,2,3,4,5,8). The theme centers a lot more around Ed. At first because he's lost in the persona of Blackbeard and carries the threatening essence of the theme, and then because his fractured vision of himself is mending back with the Kraken and Ed to become one by the end of the season.

- 11 of those scenes are in 3 episodes: Impossible Birds and Mermen (4 scenes each) and Fun and Games (3 scenes). We hear the theme in only one scene for the other three episodes.

- Season 2: similarly, we don't hear the theme at all in Calypso's Birthday and Man on Fire. Maybe signifying the healing amongst everyone involved with Blackbeard? Ed is turning poison into positivity and the crew is healing and embracing him back, and similarly Izzy is embracing his own self-discovery rather than focusing on Blackbeard. In Man on Fire, Blackbeard seems to have become something of the past, especially symbolised with Ed throwing his leathers in the ocean.

- Season 1: the theme is recognizable from one scene to the other, sometimes changing the melody of the motif a little bit, sometimes it’s instrumentalized a little differently (a piano instead of a cello for example), sometimes the motif is only one or two notes, but it mostly stays the same throughout the season.

- The only two times I can think of when the theme is the most “different” is in 1) The Art of Fuckery, when Ed is doing a fuckery with fireworks and descending from the sky with a harness. There, the theme mirrors the theatricality of the scene; 2) the very last time we hear the theme in Wherever You Go, There You Are, when Ed keeps Jim and Frenchie on his crew. The theme is sped up, more colorful and rhythmically more dynamic. To me, it symbolises the change in Blackbeard's persona as someone a lot less stable and more dangerous.

- Season 2: still mostly the same theme but it shapeshifts a lot more. The range gets broader, getting more and more high pitched, to the point of being shrill at times, which contrasts a lot with the low, rumbling sound of the cello we're so used to hearing, the main melody has more variations (with the crew in Fun and Games, with Izzy in Fun and Games and Mermen) and it even appears very distorted when Buttons is talking to a bound Ed in Fun and Games. Interestingly, the theme appears in more distinctly different variations in Fun and Games than any other episode, when every one is dealing with the brunt of their trauma.

- Season 2: when Ed is pointing his gun at the crew then at himself in Impossible Birds, the theme is the most shrill we've ever heard as the tension rises, with the same sustained harmony from the original motif played at a very high pitch and doesn't cease to be played until Izzy yells and the music completely stops. It picks back up once Ed shoots him, and the lower range of the theme emerges as well with the shrill harmony.

- Season 2: When we hear the theme with Ed by himself in Mermen, it's never heard on its own anymore. We hear it partnered with the Kraken theme and/or Gnossienne n°5. BUT the theme is pretty much in its original form and at that point in the season, we haven't heard it like that since Impossible Birds (if I'm not mistaken).

- Season 1: This happens only once, where the echo of Blackbeard's theme quickly morphs into Gnossienne when Stede realizes that maybe Ed does fancy a fine fabric in Discomfort In A Married State. (And no, I’m not taking the Kraken Theme followed by Gnossienne in The Art of Fuckery into account, as I’m only focusing on Blackbeard’s Theme here).

- Season 2: Let me also point out that we don't hear the theme with Ed after his discussion with Buttons in Fun and Games, and it's so fractured and distorted that it's hard to recognize at all. We hear it with the crew, Izzy and Lucius but not Ed until Mermen. And it comes back in Mermen following Pop Pop telling Ed to go back to what he is good at. This time however, what he's good at is not only being Blackbeard but channeling all the parts of himself to protect others.

- Also, as mentioned before, Izzy has a strong connection to the theme in season 1 but not nearly as much in season 2, if at all. The theme really is his in 2, arguably 3, scenes even though he is present in more than those two scenes (6/14). Now this is my interpretation, you're free to make your own, but I tend to analyze this as him losing control over Blackbeard, especially at the beginning of the season where we can see how he doesn’t know how to stop the spiral Ed is in. Izzy wanted Blackbeard and not Edward but it resulted in him having neither. And the disappearance of the theme with Izzy also symbolises that, Blackbeard doesn’t belong to him anymore. It's even more clear when we consider how Izzy was a driving force to the theme in season 1 or at least Ed and Izzy shared the theme somewhat equally -though in Izzy's favor (12 for Izzy, 9 for Ed)-, yet in season 2, 9 scenes out of 14 are all Ed compared to Izzy's 2/3.

- When the theme is heard with him again, Izzy is at his lowest point mentally. He's lost his leg and throws the unicorns ones to the feet of the crew before falling down and crawling away while the crew watches him move away with concern and pity. I personally think the theme coming back in that moment is some sort of reckoning for Izzy, and the theme is a variation of the original one too. Izzy fully faces what pushing for Blackbeard to keep existing cost him and he's having a hard time coping with it.

- The last two times we hear the theme with him after that, are: when he talks to Ricky, and the theme turns almost positive, hopeful even, maybe Izzy is allowing Blackbeard to be something positive instead of negative, paralleling Ed doing the same as he embraces all the parts of himself? Then, as a last echo, the final nail in the coffin so to speak, the theme shows up at the very beginning of Izzy's death scene. Here, the theme is higher pitched than the original version of it, and feels tight, strained and weak, almost paralleling Izzy holding onto life.

Feel free to draw your own conclusions if you even read all of that. That was a lot of rambles, sorry!

#ofmd #our flag means death #no one will care but eh #ofmd music #ofmd meta #ofmd analysis #feel free to correct me as well I might have missed A LOT of stuff #but this is at the top of my head for now #might add some stuff later on #my gifs

[star-quill]

ok but country rockstar!peter who's engaged, but he's not happy. he thought proposing would make everything better, that it would fix things. but it didn't. they're still having problems. but he can't call off the marriage, it's not good for his image. they act all loved up on red carpets and at award shows and everyone just assumes everything's fine. even if he wins an award, he has to act happy, thank his fiancée in the speech and she pretends to be happy for him, but this is just another thing for him to gloat about. they act fine in the cab ride home, but as soon as the door shuts, they're arguing.

arguing about the award, the event, then it turns to arguments about their relationship, the proposal, the engagement, the wedding.

"well is there even going to be a wedding? because if this is life with you, i don't fuckin' want it.."

"this is it.. for life.. you know that.."

"just.. can we stop this and just go to bed, i'm fuckin' exhausted, honey.."

he hasn't called her honey in so long, it felt like a sting at the back of his throat when he said it.

he wakes up the next day to a call from his manager asking to come to the studio. he grumbles and says he'll be there in an hour. when he arrives, he spots you sitting at reception and smiles. he's about to speak to you when his manager walks in.

"hey.. great timing.. needed you to come in and give a tour.. we got a newbie.."

he extends his hand towards you and peter just nods, letting you stand up and walk towards him, shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

"alright.. well.. have at it, i'm in meetings all day so.. i'll see you later, pete.."

peter just nodded, turning to you and smiling. he walked you through the building, showing you the meeting rooms, the recording booths and the editing suites. he kept asking you questions about your music knowledge, your career and most importantly, yourself.

"well i grew up with country music.. then i started singing 'round the house and.. here i am.. it's nice to know i'm on the same record label as you.. got someone i can look up to.."

"you don't wanna look up to me.."

"why not? you're talented, you've got loads of awards, and your fiancée is so pretty.. you've got like, the perfect life.."

"sweetheart.. it ain't perfect.."

you both walked through the building until he made it to the canteen, making the both of you a coffee and taking you to a table to sit for a bit.

"but.. you were like.. so loved up yesterday.."

"yeah.. then came home and had three different arguments.. we fight all the time at home.. that's why i proposed.. i thought it would fix everything.."

"but it didn't.. i'm so sorry.."

"don't be.. we even tried a marriage councillor.. that shit was worse.."

"sometimes people just aren't meant to be.."

"yeah.. anyway.. what about you? you all loved up?"

"me? no.. i did have a boyfriend in 10th grade but.. we broke up after a week.."

"ouch.."

"yeah, well.. boys will be boys.."

he just laughs and smiles.

"men suck.. i'll tell you that.."

you take a sip of your coffee and smile, looking at him while he does the same.

when you both finished your coffees, he walked you back through the building to reception. he turned to you with a smile.

"i haven't got anythin' else i need to do for the rest of the day.. so.. if you need a ride anywhere.. i got my truck.."

"oh.. i was just gonna go home.. if that's ok?"

"absolutely.. c'mon, let me take you home.."

there was just something about him driving that got you riled up. the way his hand gripped the wheel, his other hand tapping along to the beat of the song playing over the radio. you kept getting urges to kiss him but you had to remind yourself he was engaged. even though he had problems at home, you weren't about to be a home wrecker.

he pulled up outside your apartment complex and got out, jogging round to the passenger side and opening your door for you.

"m'lady.."

you just smiled and coughed up a laugh.

"hey.. i'm trying to be gentlemanly.."

"oh is that what that was.."

he just frowned at you and you smiled.

"well, i'll see you another time, hopefully?"

"yeah.. yeah.."

he walked round to his side, watching you go up to your door. he waited a while and then saw you at a window, waving to him. he waved back, smiling before getting into his car and driving back home. he knew there'd be an argument when he got home, but he really couldn't care less. for the first time in his life, he was truly happy. then the realisation hit him. he was happy because of someone else. he feels like he's cheated on his fiancée, not physically, but emotionally. you and peter just clicked so well, he's actually looking forward to seeing you again. for a second he thinks about turning the car around, going back to your place and kissing you, but he couldn't, he shouldn't. now he's parked up outside his house and he realised he never stopped thinking about you the whole drive home.

everything is fine at home for the rest of the day. then he goes to sleep in his own bedroom, having not slept in the same bed as his fiancée since they got engaged. he drifts off to sleep and there you are, looking so pretty. you're flooding every thought he has and he jolts awake, sweat dripping from his body. and he's hard.

shit.

he needs to get laid and he needs to get laid quick. he gets up, throws a t-shirt on and walks across the hall. he's about to knock the door and wake his fiancée up, but he stops himself. he feels himself walking downstairs and out to the front door. then he slips into his car and drives off, back to your place. he walks up to the front door, finds your name and presses the buzzer. he steps back and looks up, seeing your light come on. after a while, you open the main door to him, still looking half asleep.

"it's like.. two in the morning.. are you ok?"

"i need to get laid.."

"what?"

"i.. i had a dream.. about you.."

"pete.. you're engaged.."

"i don't care.."

"we can't do this.."

"but you want to.. i noticed you when i drove you home.. you were itching for it.."

you knew it wasn't right, but now you were dragging him in and up to your apartment, sitting him on your couch before you sunk down onto his lap. your hands cupped his neck as you leaned down and kissed him, feeling his hands slide up under your t-shirt to grip your waist. you felt him smile against your lips and you pulled away, only to be met with a frown.

"why'd you stop?"

"you were smiling.."

"i ain't kissed anyone like that in so long.. felt so good.."

"mmhm?"

"mmhm.."

#i got lost in this im sorry djdjjxjx #i know cheating = bad but........ #i cant help it #peter quill #peter quill drabble #peter quill smut #peter quill angst #peter quill fluff #peter quill x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #text post

[elvisabutler]

sentimental over you

summary: sometimes your fiancé's insomnia has its perks. namely that he'll let you sleep while your daughter and him have a little one on one time. rating: g, it's literally a baby on big daddy's chest. like what was i gonna do to it. pairing: big daddy elvis x female reader word count: 867 warnings: fluff. talk about elvis's insomnia. babies being babies and not sleeping like adults with nine to fives. it's tame, i'm being silly with these warnings. though there is unsafe sleeping practices in that a baby in any bed that isn't a crib for the first chunk of their life is technically speaking a no-no in the us now. author's note: literally blame this on the at least two times i saw someone come into- god i think it was daisy's and tam's inboxes mentioning elvis and babies and being adorable. i just wanted to write fluff and this has been in my head since i read those things. also i did mention curly hair in relation to the baby so know this is meant to be both for poc and non-poc readers.

Elvis would like to argue that both times he's had a child, first with Lisa, his Yisa and then with little Crystal, Lisa's lil Crys-Crys- he hadn't actually planned for them to come when they did. Lisa coming nine months to the day of his and Priscilla's wedding and yours- well yours right after you had just gotten engaged. You could have been married for when she was born but you had put your foot down, telling Elvis that under no uncertain terms were you going to be walking down the aisle with your belly as round as it was in a wedding dress.

You haven't gotten married yet and there's a nebulous promise from both of you to each other that once Crystal is sleeping through the night comfortably you'll get married. At the rate she was going, you and him would be an old married couple without the marriage part before she decided it was a cool thing to sleep. You've gotten used to waking up in the middle of the night and it used to be to feed her but nowadays it's just to have her look at you with eyes so blue you swear no part of your genes even entered the equation when it came to figuring out her eye color. Sometimes she's crying, other time she's just making noise but tonight- tonight you find yourself sleeping past your normal wake up time. Tonight you find that you sleep past the midnight hour, the witching hour for your daughter and into the early morning hours of 4AM. What wakes you up is the low murmur of your fiancé singing.

You blink slowly, your eyes trying to focus in the low light of the room. It takes you a minute or five to actually notice that it's not just him in the bed next to you, that there's a soft cooing noise being made on his chest. Crystal doesn't sleep with the both of you ever, unless she's sick and even then one of you is usually awake to make sure she's alright. Last you had checked when you put her to bed in her crib she was fine, there was no real reason for her to be making noises on Elvis's chest. Elvis is too engrossed in singing to your daughter to notice much of anything in relation to you waking up and hearing him sing a version of one of your favorite Ella Fitzgerald songs does bring you a bit of joy that you don't want to pop just yet by announcing your awake state. When he stops his hand moves to play with your daughter's hair, taking note of the curls starting to finally grow. The jury was still out on how tight they would be but you were hoping for a potential middle ground between your hair and Elvis's.

"Ya gonna go back t'sleep lil one? Gonna let Daddy put ya back in your crib all nice and comfy?" He whispers to her, almost trying to bargain with her like that was ever something that worked with babies. Crystal's answering whimper as he starts to shift in the bed to attempt to get up answers for him. "Gotcha, ain't gonna move from this spot I guess. Gonna have mama wake up t'you all curled up like a cat on me. How we gonna explain that t'her?"

You can't help the tiny giggle that escapes your lips at the last part before you see Elvis's head turn to look at you with Crystal's head following suit, blinking slowly. "Satnin. You supposed t'be sleepin'."

You hum, moving a little closer so that you can nuzzle noses with him and then with your daughter. "Was. Singing woke me up. She been up long?"

"Half 'n hour. She's gettin' drowsy. Gonna have her out like a light in no time." He says with all the confidence in the world. "Go back t'sleep. We'll be here in the mornin'."

You shake your head. "Sing us both to sleep? Maybe even yourself?"

Elvis looks at you and looks at your daughter- your daughter that both of you made together- and exhales. "Drive a hard bargain y'know that?" But he aquises nonetheless, moving his arm out so that you can scoot closer, and place your head near Crystal's on his chest and a soft kiss to her nose. Your arm drapes across his stomach, pulling him closer as you hear him start to sing again.

Crystal falls asleep first, a small yawn leaving her body before she burrows into Elvis's chest, turning it into a warm and comfy little pillow. You feel your eyes starting to droop soon after but then you hear a light snore coming from Elvis instead of singing. You glance up and a smile crosses your lips, he fell asleep mid-song. You follow soon after and the next time you wake up it's to the first rays of sunlight entering your room casting a light on your future husband and your daughter's face that makes your heart full to bursting.

Maybe a few more minutes of shuteye wouldn't hurt. After all, they'll be there in the morning- the later morning.

They were.

#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfic #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley fluff #elvis presley x reader #big daddy elvis #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley x you #ally writes #i don't know what has come over me. #apologies for basically seeing that idea and being bitten by the urge to write this. #( i really just needed a fluff interlude to my life. )

[bi-bard]

Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Gilmore Girls Guys - Gilmore Girls Preference

Title: Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Gilmore Girls Guys

Characters: Dean Forester, Jess Mariano, Logan Huntzberger

Word Count: 3,183 words

Warning(s): (Dean's) none, (Jess's) jealousy, mentions of abandonment, (Logan's) bit of arguing (playful, but still arguing)

Author's Note: I might write for more characters in the future, but this felt like a good starting place (especially because of how long things like this take me).

These aren't written in chronological order.

Fearless gives off the same vibe as Gilmore Girls and I will not be explaining any further.

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Dean Forester:

Today was a Fairytale

Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me Fell in love when I saw you standing there

To this day I don't know what gave me the confidence to say yes when Dean asked me out.

It was a nice date.

I just wish I hadn't been so nervous. Maybe I could've actually appreciated it.

It was small. We really just got ice cream and spent a while walking around. It didn't really matter though. The entire event was perfect to me... besides how stupid I had been acting the entire time.

I tried to play it cool.

But I tripped leaving my house, rambled for ten minutes, and almost ran into Dean and knock over his ice cream. But through all of those moments where I wanted the ground to swallow me whole, he would smile.

He would smile, grab my hand, and keep going like nothing had happened.

When he dropped me off, I expected a shell to crack. I expected some sign that this had all gone wrong.

But he walked me to my door.

It was then that I noticed how he was looking at me.

It was disappointment or shame. He was smiling at me with this look in his eyes that made me incredibly nervous.

"I had a great time," he said.

I just nodded, "Me too."

I looked down, wanting to avoid any other potential mistakes.

"(Y/n)," Dean spoke softly. I slowly looked back at him. "Can I kiss you?"

I blinked at him a few times before nodding quickly.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine gently. It only lasted a few seconds, but it still made my heart do front flips. He leaned back and his smile was even wider than before. It made me smile back.

It was magic.

Paper Rings

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

We both knew that we were moving faster than most couples our age. We had committed to each other fiercely. I wouldn't have traded this for the world.

It was the summer after we graduated that Dean decided he wanted to take a risk.

After making dinner for me at his house and having a lovely night together, we were sitting at the table with smiles resting on our faces.

"We should get married," he mumbled, almost in a daze.

"What," I asked. He nodded. "Are you being serious?"

"I know we're young," he explained. "I don't want to rush you into anything, but we've been together for years, we both love each other, and we're about to take a huge step in both of our lives."

I blinked at him, completely stunned.

"We... We can wait," he shook his head. "I... I don't even have a ring yet. I just... I'm ready to commit to you."

"Dean," I placed my free hand over our hands that were resting on the table. "I... I don't think I'm quite ready for a wedding because of college and the costs that come with that, but... I want to commit to you too. I'm ready to be with you... just not financially."

"Really?"

"Yes," I nodded. "I love you. Endlessly. As soon as we're both at the point where we can afford it without killing our savings, then I want to marry you, Dean."

He chuckled before leaning forward to kiss me. He pulled back abruptly.

"Hold on," he said, standing up quickly.

I watched him grab some twine and a pair of scissors.

"Give me your hand."

I held my hand out and watched him make a ring out of the twine. I smiled at the knot tied around the top of my finger.

"Just until I can get a proper ring."

"I love it," I nodded before kissing him again. "And I love you, Dean Forester."

"I love you too, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)... or Forester," he muttered.

It had a nice ring to it.

You Are In Love

'Cause you can hear it in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love

Our dates had become a normal pattern.

Dean and I had managed to find a pattern that suited both of us very well. It all just felt so natural with him. It was like this had been a part of my life forever.

I loved it.

I loved him.

Not that I had brought myself to actually say that to him.

Dean stopped in front of my house and I smiled at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"Yeah," he nodded.

I leaned over and pecked his lips.

There was a pause as I pulled away. We just looked at each other for a moment. There was so much in that moment that went unsaid. Silence truly spoke volumes.

I grinned again and got out of the car.

I was about halfway up the walkway to my front door when I heard a car door open and close. I assumed it was further down the road.

"(Y/n)!"

I turned around when Dean said my name.

"What is it-"

I froze up when Dean pulled me into another kiss. His hands held the sides of my face. I slowly kissed him back as my hands touched his sides. He pulled away slowly, only moving a few mere inches from my face.

"I... I love you," he said quietly, almost studying the look on my face.

I smiled at him, "Really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling back. "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too," I replied.

I leaned in and pecked his cheek nervously before pulling back fully and heading to my door. I stopped with my hand on the doorknob.

"Bye," I waved awkwardly.

Dean waved back.

It was innocent and precious and perfect.

I wouldn't have traded that moment for the world.

Jess Mariano:

The Other Side of the Door

I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you To stand outside my window throwin' pebbles Screamin', "I'm in love with you" Wait there in the pourin' rain, comin' back for more

I jumped when something bounced off my window. I pulled open the curtains just as another pebble hit the window. I glared down at Jess, who was standing in my yard with that stupid ass smirk.

I opened the window, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Don't be like that," he groaned. "Come on. We need to talk."

"I told you what I wanted."

Commitment.

That's what I wanted.

I was tired of Rory Gilmore feeling like a potential third player in our relationship. I could only blame her so much when she wasn't making any moves. But I was tired of Jess's behavior suddenly changing whenever she showed up.

"I know, I know, that's why we need to talk," he said. "Come on. Let me in. Please."

I crossed my arms and shook my head.

"Fine," Jess replied. "You want commitment, right? You want to know that you're the only one that I want?"

I nodded.

He smirked, "Then, watch closely."

He took a few steps away from my window and looked out at the street. He placed his hands around his mouth as a makeshift megaphone.

"I am absolutely in love with the person up in that window," he shouted into a pretty busy part of town. "I am in love with (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and I will continue yelling it until I know that (Y/n) believes me!"

"Holy crap," I mumbled.

This boy was so lucky my dad worked night shift.

"What the hell is going on," my mom asked as I pulled on my shoes and started running outside.

"I'm sorry," I yelled over my shoulder. "I'll take care of it!"

I ran into the yard and grabbed Jess's arm, pulling on it so he would turn and face me.

I quickly kissed him before he could speak. His hands touched my sides, pulling me closer to him.

"I love you," he repeated quietly once I pulled away. "I'm sorry that I didn't show it the way I should've."

"I love you too," I replied.

He smiled before leaning in to kiss me again. My arm wrapped around his neck. How perfect could this have been?

Run

Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go like they're trying to chase us Go where no one else is

Soft moments with Jess weren't super common.

They were mostly saved for times when we were alone, usually late at night or early in the morning. Those seemed to be the only time that Jess's sarcasm switched off for the most part.

"We should go on a road trip," he suggested one night, running his finger up and down my spine. "Just... go."

"What," I asked. "It's the middle of the school year."

"And?"

"We can't take off on a road trip right now," I chuckled.

"Why not?"

"Do you want a serious answer to that?"

He rolled his eyes.

He suggested things like that a lot. I had to be his voice of reason. I would love to do something like that. Just the two of us without anything else affecting us. It was a sweet idea. Just not realistic.

"We can plan for a trip over the summer," I offered. "You know I hate missing school like that."

"And there's nothing I could do to convince you?"

"No," I chuckled. "Plan a summer trip for us and we'll see what happens."

"'We'll see what happens,'" he mocked me before leaning over to kiss me.

I grinned against his lips. I started planning our trip in my head. I could only dream of how great it was going to be.

This Love

When you're young, you just run But you come back to what you need

Jess was impulsive.

That was truly the best word for it.

I never saw it as a particularly bad thing. It was just a part of him that I had long since accepted. Like every part of him.

I just never thought that would culminate in him leaving me behind.

I went to the diner to see him only to be told by Luke that Jess had left town. I asked where he had gone. Luke didn't know, but he was trying to figure it out. I asked if he had mentioned me at all before he left. A note, a passing comment, anything to make it seem like he had me in his thoughts at all.

Nothing.

I spent that night in bed. I cried until the exhaustion had finally forced me to fall asleep.

I had to eventually give up on trying to track him down. He clearly didn't want me to know where he was. I stopped trying.

I thought I was doing a good job moving on.

And then Jess showed up at my door.

I let out a huff and immediately went to close the door.

"Hey," he said, stopping the door with his foot. "Please. Talk to me."

"Like you talked to me," I snapped.

"I-"

"No," I shook my head. "You left me, Jess. You don't get to waltz back in. No. No."

I tried to push his foot out of the door with mine. He didn't budge.

"Do you think I wanted to come back here," Jess asked. "I came back for you-"

"Then you could've called," I said. I wanted the tears in my eyes to go away. I didn't want to show him any emotion.

"I know," he leaned on the doorframe. "And I'm sorry. I will do anything, and I mean anything, to get you to forgive me."

I looked away from him. I felt like I had wasted so much time waiting on him. I did everything in my power to fight off the sob that wanted to come out.

"(Y/n)," Jess softly pushed the door open.

When I didn't stop him, he stepped inside and pulled me into his arms. His hand cupped the back of my head to guide my face into the crook of his neck. My arms wrapped around him, and I finally started crying.

"You left me," I said through my crying.

"I know, I know," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

I felt him press a kiss to the side of my head.

"I'm going to fix this," he promised. "No matter what it takes. I promise."

I just moved closer to him. I had missed him so much. As much as he hurt me, I didn't want to send him away. He was all I wanted.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

It was the first time I hadn't said it back. He didn't expect me to. Not yet, anyway.

Logan Huntzberger:

Ours

Don't you worry your pretty little mind People throw rocks at things that shine But they can't take what's ours

It was the first night I had stayed the night with Logan.

It had been calm and relaxed. It was perfect to me. I don't think I had anyone ever make me feel so completely comfortable. I loved every moment.

There was only one moment of pause.

I woke up around two in the morning to find the other side of the bed empty. I frowned and looked around the room. I spotted Logan pacing the room.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he muttered.

"That's not what I asked," I pulled myself into a sitting position. "What's going on?"

"I just... I got stuck in my head a bit," he shook his head, trying to wave the question off.

"Any reason why," I stood up and walked over to him.

"My dad... I called him today... he... wasn't very nice about us."

"Oh," I mumbled. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't want you to have to deal with this," he cut me off. "You don't deserve to be judged. You deserve to be able to be happy without getting crap from people. You deserve better."

"Logan-"

"I dragged you into this."

"Please stop," I grabbed his hands. "I chose this. I chose to be in a relationship with you. And as long as it doesn't change how you feel about me, I don't really care what your parents think of me."

He looked down.

"Logan," I stepped forward. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes," he replied. "Of course, I do."

"Then that's all that matters," I continued. "Anyone else can fuck off. Your happiness should come first. As long as you aren't hurting anyone, your happiness should be the first priority-"

Logan leaned forward to kiss me, cutting off my little speech. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned into the kiss as he pulled me closer.

"I love you," he blurted as soon as he pulled back. "God, I love you."

I smiled even wider, "I love you too."

He kissed me again. I pulled away a moment later.

"Let's go back to bed," I said. "Please. It's two in the morning."

He chuckled and nodded.

After that, the night was perfect.

Besides my issues falling back asleep after being woken up, but that wasn't important at the time.

Enchanted

This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name Until I see you again

Meeting Logan was a complete accident.

I was just at work when he walked in.

At first, I didn't take much note of him. Just a handsome, rich kid that waltzed in. It wasn't the most uncommon thing for me to see on a day-to-day basis.

However, when he leaned on the host's stand and smiled at me, it definitely got my attention.

"Hi," I said, a bit awkwardly. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"Well, a phone number would be nice," he replied.

I had to bite back a scoff. He was confident at best, arrogant at worst.

"I'm afraid that's not very appropriate, I'm sorry," I explained. "Thank you for the compliment. Your table will be ready in a few minutes."

"Is there any way I could convince you-"

"Hello, how can I help you," I asked the person behind him.

He chuckled, watching my interaction.

When I finished with that customer, I turned back to Logan. He still seemed a little shocked that I had completely ignored him.

I gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, "Can I help you?"

He smirked and shook his head before stepping away.

"We'll call you when your table is ready," I called as he walked away.

I couldn't help but hope just a little bit that he would come back to bug me later.

I Think He Knows

He got my heartbeat Skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh, I mean Wanna see what's under that attitude like

I was just trying to get through my workday when I heard the door open.

"Hi, welcome," I said as turned around. It was Logan. "Welcome back."

"Hey, there's my favorite host," he greeted. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"I was visiting my parents," I explained. "Have you been stopping by every day?"

"It's my favorite place to eat," he shrugged. "And you're always a pleasant surprise."

"That's not weird," I muttered.

"Ah, yes, the sarcasm and attitude I get in response every time I see you," he said.

"I don't give you attitude," I replied.

"Oh, yeah, none at all," he mocked sarcastically.

He had a point.

After meeting him the first time, the two of us had ended up in a bit of a competition of who could sass the other person more. I was winning, by the way.

"So... I have an offer," Logan said when I had a moment to pause.

"Oh, I am so intrigued about what this is gonna be," I smirked as I leaned on the stand.

"Let me take you out to dinner," he offered.

"What," I asked, stunned.

He hadn't actually asked me out before. It was playful flirting. That's all it seemed like. I didn't mind it because he didn't seem like a threat at all. I also didn't think that he was genuinely interested. I thought I was just fun for him to mess with... hence the attitude.

"I want to take you out on a date," he continued. "Dinner, specifically."

"Are you being serious?"

"Completely," he nodded.

I stammered for a moment, every potential sarcastic comment falling apart.

"So...?"

He knew. He probably had known from the first we met that I liked him. That little bitch.

"Uh, yeah, okay, sure," I nodded awkwardly.

Logan grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it before letting go and going to leave the restaurant.

"See you later!"

I sat there in shock for a moment. That smug little asshole.

He better make this worth it.

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Masterlist (Includes links to All Writing Challenges)

What I Write For

Some Original Characters

#gilmore girls x reader #gilmore girls imagine #gilmore girls fanfiction #dean forester fanfiction #dean forester x reader #dean forester imagine #jess mariano fanfiction #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano imagine #logan huntzberger imagine #logan huntzberger fanfiction #logan huntzberger x reader #fanfiction #imagine #x reader

[gyubby99]

Jelsa headcanons because THEMMMMM LOOK AT THEM

Elsa is an insomniac and Jack is a heavy sleeper I HAVE SAID IT AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN.

Love language is physical touch. Loves holding hands often to remind them that they're more than just cold hands

Elsa loves looking at him when he's not looking. And when he does, she smile grows as he smiles as well.

Dumbasses. There are millions of dumbasses but they're my favorite.

Elsa sometimes doesn't get his dad jokes

Jack talks about Elsa the way Aladdin talked about Jasmine to the genie in that one scene

In Taylor Swift songs, I would describe their relationship dynamic as the 'sweet nothing' and 'afterglow' type.

THEY BOTH ARE MAMA'S BABIES. JACK IS A MAMA'S BOY AND ELS IS A MAMA'S GIRL. FOR SURE.

They both do not know how to dance and they just sort of learned to dance with each other.

Elsa takes her gloves off when she's with him. (Pre-coronation)

I don't think Elsa gives him the silent treatment when they fight. She knows that all his life people were passing through him like he doesn't exist, so pretending that he doesn't exist would strike a memory in him.

Constantly argues, but not too much. It's normal for them to have disagreements and things doesn't necessarily have to end up with them raising voices.

Elsa will do anything to get cuddles with this man. Everything.

Enjoys stargazing.

Taylor and Joe = Them. End of discussion. They're a little too significant it leaves me in awe

Elsa has panic attacks, Jack has nightmares. Get them therapy.

They're menaces that Tooth and Anna has to keep in a leash constantly /hj

Jack: "I still love you no matter how many times you sing in the middle of the night"

Jack is Elsa's ball of sunshine aside from Anna.

Jack jokes about how big her eyes are

Elsa steals his hoodie.

Jack is a switch for sur-

I cannot stress enough how much they love being in each other's arms. Ten page long essay. Powerpoint presentation. I'll do it.

They'd be cheezy parents that their future kids would be embarrassed of them being over each other.

Jack kisses her all over when she's mad at him

They both play pranks at Anna

Jack makes funny faces to make Elsa laugh when she's upset and it works.

Their mutual pining lasted longer their actual relationship /hj

Jack has scars on his back from when Pitch yeeted him, and Elsa was the first one he trusted to see them.

Elsa is a songwriter and he listens to her works.

Their first kiss was under the mistletoe

They make perfect snow angels

Elsa makes a huge ass snowball like she did with Anna in that one short clip while chasing Jack in high heels and he'd never felt more terrified and inlove before in his life.

Jack's the flirty one, but when elsa flirts back, best believe he just stands there beet red.

Jack is big on surprises, and Elsa loves giving gifts.

Their pet name for each other is either Love, or Snowflake/Frosty. Im not accepting anything more. This is my headcanon.

Elsa is thirsty for him. Girlie I know what you are. She's the thirsty one in the relationship

They're both bisexuals :)

Jack fell first, Elsa fell harder.

Sunshine = Elsa. Sunshine protector = Jack.

Jack gets along with Elsa's snow children (olaf, marshmallow, snowgies) very well. They're his children now. Marshmallow has a soft spot for his dad. All of them appeared in Jelsa's wedding. Marshmallow cried.

Jack starts the snowball fights, Elsa finishes them.

Lots of bickering.

Jack teases her about the "let it go" sequence and she loathes it.

They both play with Sandy's dream sands.

Elsa gets along with Tooth very well. Me personally, I see Tooth as too busy swooning over Elsa's teeth to consider her a love rival. They're besties and that is the hill I am prepared to die on.

For the first time in Jack's life, when they first started dating, Jack Frost was on the nice list.

North SHIIIIPPS THEMMM. He'd be the type to embarrass Jack in front of Elsa and HE WOULD. HE WOULD.

The elves adore Elsa and Jack had to shoo them away for being all over her.

Elsa helps North make toys and Jack is just being Jack.

They love playing with each other's hairs. They can't stand cuddling without doing it.

Elsa, surprisingly, was an open book to Jack.

Jack's favorite pillow is her lap.

#jelsa #royalfrost #snowtp #jelsa headcanons #jack x elsa #elsa and jack frost #crossover #crackships #rise of the brave tangled frozen dragon #rotbtfd #2013 flashbacks #here to remind u that this is still a thing

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Jack Harlow Concepts

Wedding Planning

Surprise Trip Home

Make A Stressful Day Better

Early Morning Shower Sex

Jack Getting Sick

Lazy Day

Bleached Hair

Jack Forgets your anniversary

Nightmares

Daughters Caught Cursing While Singing Jack’s Songs

Snow Day

Jack surprises you with a puppy Part 2

Vacation

All You Want

Newborn Cuddles

Parents Night Out

Be Quiet

Dinner Date

Monopoly

Friends with your ex

5th baby

Stressed out

She’s So Tiny

Awake before the kids

Busy

Quiet

Eternity Ring

Interrupted Interview

Vacation

Dance Party

Temporary Wedding Ring

Pool Day

Matching Pajamas

New Year’s Kiss

Spoiled

Waking Up Sick

Jack Hangs Out With His Ex

I Miss Daddy

Grumpy

Want To Be Close To You

Edging Jack

Cleaning Day

Arguing In Front Of The Girls

Tea Party

Silent Treatment

Falling Asleep On FaceTime

Overwhelmed

Early Morning Snuggles

Stolen Blankets

Ignored

Playing Basketball

Too Far Away

Interrupted

I Don't Want To

That's My Thing

Pillow Fort

Sleepover

On Stage

Vulnerable

I Love You

Celebrity Crush

Reading

I Know My Daughter

"We do not say that!!!"

"How could I ever believe another word you tell me?"

“Have anyone ever told you how annoying you are?”

“what do you say? You, me and no phones”

"Every time I turn around, one of you has done something"

"Baby... is this for me?"

Paisley's First Loose Tooth

Olive's First Cold

"Don't you dare."

“Anything my wife wants, she gets.”

"It was just a bad dream."

"Did I hear that correctly?"

Baking Cookies

“Daddy I want a new sister this Christmas! Mine is ugly,”

“I’m so sorry, I thought your gift would be here by now”

Snoring

Christmas Party

"This isn't what I wanted!"

“Jackman get off me I can’t breathe!!”

“Daddy, I saw Mommy kissing Santa,”

“You’re the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen”

Santa Letters

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

[draventhedemon]

A lot of people already have asked for a part 2, so here it is!

Lets hope it lives up to you expectations!

⚠️ There is swearing ⚠️

(2 days before the wedding)

It has been 3 months since the big reveal. And every time me, Clay, Nick or George go live we have been bombarded with questions from chat. And we have always answered it the same

"You don't need to worry, Tommy will vlog it so you get to know what goes down."

So we could continue our streams with less interruptions. And we also have FINALLY found out who Clay's best mans gonna be. And well the options were supposed to be Nick or George but because of the constant arguing... Patches, has been bought a suit and will be the best man.

But enough about the past few months. I gotta tell you about today!

Today I have packed my stuff because I'm gonna be spending the next 2 nights at a Hotel with Eret, my bridesmaids and some friends.

And also Tommy because he wants to vlog

And because of the superstition of no seeing the bride before the wedding. I have been packing. Slowly, because of Clay distracting me with his honeymoon phase already being activated.

"Clay... Stop before this goes to far" I say as his chin nudges even further into the crook of my neck.

"do you haft to go? The tradition is stupid anyway?" He says with a whiny voice while kissing my jawline "the tradition may be stupid but I've already told my friends I was gonna be there in an hour" I respond while moving a bit away from him and kissing his nose while getting up. He whines as he tries to drag me back to the floor "jesus, your acting like a clingy cat" I laugh while I pick up my bag and walk out the bedroom door with Clay following shortly behind me. "do you have your dress?" He asks even though he already knows it's in the hands of Eret and the bridesmaids.

"bye Y/n!" I hear Sapnap say from the living room as George holds Dream back from follow me out the door.

"bye you guys!" I say as I wave goodbye and walk out the door. "There gonna burn the house down" I mumble to myself while getting into the Uber.

"It will be around a 30 minute drive" The Uber driver says while I nod and turn on my favorite song to listen to for the drive.

And when I look up from my phone I see my friends all waiting for me. Which Tommy has brought over Ranboo and Tubbo to keep the vlog interesting.

(A/n in this universe Ranboo and Tubbo still get along)

"The woman has arrived!" Tommy says while holding the camera up to my face "You don't need to scream, I'm right here!" I scream back jokingly as he continues to scream into my ear.

"How did Dream take you leaving?" Eret says while taking my bag from the car and all of us walking inside. "I think he took it well" I say while clearly joking as I look around the hotel lobby. "This is gonna be a fun 2 days" I say as Tommy turns off the camera

(1 day before the wedding)

I have been playing competitive Candyland with the Bench trio for the the last 10 minutes and so far Ranboo is in first, Me in second, Tubbo in third and Tommy in last. "You haft to go back to licorice castle Tommy" I point as he screams "What the fuck!?!" As I move his red character back to the castle. "Why do you keep on going back?" Tubbo says with a laugh as Ranboo pulls a card. "I win!" Ranboo lifts his card up showing that he has landed a red and moves his character to the end.

"What the hell did I just walk into?" Niki says as she walks in with Wilbur shortly behind her. "NIKI!" I scream as I run to her because of her sudden appearance "Did you think I was gonna miss this! I get to be a bridesmaid!" She says as she hugs me. "I'm just gonna slip on through here" Wilbur says while walking in and immediately getting tackled hugged by the three boys that we're just sitting down in the living room. "All my bridesmaids have finally arrived" I say while letting go of Niki.

(the wedding will be the very next thing I write!)

#dream smp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dreamwastaken #dream smp #dream x reader #dream mcyt #ranboo dsmp #tommy innit #dsmp tommyinnit #ranboo #dsmp tubbo #tubbo #dsmp eret #niki nihachu #wilbur soot

[laurellerual]

why do you think/say gendrya has all the tropes of the romance genre???? also, do you think jonrya will or could happen?

Romance tropes in Gendry and Arya relationship

The Family: Baratheon and Stark have a tragic love story (which we later find out isn't quite like that, but that's how it's told to begin with).

The love interest meet the father first and the mother second: Gendry meet Lord Eddard and Lady Stonheart.

The first meeting: the boy intervenes to protect the protagonist from bullies.

The hidden identity: the protagonist is disguised as a boy, only the love interest realizes the deception.

Forced coexistence: these two would never have met if it hadn't been for fate (the author) that forced them to embark on a journey together and have only each other to count on. And don't tell me Hot pie etc, … because Arya doesn't confide everything she does to her other supporting cast. She only have this relationship of trust with Gendry.

The protagonist goes to save her love interest: when Gendry is captured by the Mountain.

The children: Weasel is adopted and rescued by them. In the hierarchical dynamic that is established in this improvised pack the two take on the role of mom and dad.

Flirty banters: too many to write here.

Boy sees girl in a dress for the first time: Acorn Hall.

The two are too young to write them in a context of more explicit romantic tension so: rolling on the floor for no reason, tickling and ripped dress.

Insurmountable conflict: class difference

The love interest protects the protagonist from unwanted sexual attention.

Feelings begin to change: 'you are not my brother'

Everyone notices their dynamic except them: See the Brotherhood who gave Arya Lem as a chaperon.

Song that is sung to them and is clearly inspired by their situation: 'My featherbed'.

Innocent jealousy: Edric and Bella.

Misunderstanding at the end of Act II; the obstacles that have accumulated explode: conversation in the forge 'can you be a blacksmith for my brother', 'too lowborn to be kin to mylady high', 'I don't even care about you'.

Premature separation without a good bye: Arya is kidnapped by the Hound on her way to Riverrun (not too far from where Lyanna was abducted, probably on her way to Riverrun for Brandon and Cat's wedding).

The love interest waits parked in the last place where the protagonist has left a clear sign of her presence: (the bloodstain on the floor of the Crossroad inn). He's protecting the children like Arya would have want.

I'm sure that if I thought about it more I would find others too, but for now the list seems exhaustive enough. ASOIAF is not a romance story and Arya and Gendry are too young to play too much into that. Yet the writer decided to dedicate a lot of otherwise useless scenes to this relationship. Something have to happen in Act III to give them closure.

Jonrya

Despite all this I think Jon x Arya is not an unreasonable prediction. I admit that on first reading I had interpreted their relationship as entirely platonic.

When I found out about the 1993 outline I was surprised. The fact that Martin didn't take well to that being leaked is suspicious. Rereading the books after reading the outline it seems clear that he has reused and recycled several points and concepts that make it difficult for me not to consider Jonrya as a possible future.

Then the fandom worked its magic: there's a lot of well-argued meta in the Jonrya side of tumblr. So even if I prefer Gendrya to Jonrya I don't think the latter can be totally excluded until we read ADOS, that is never.

#arya stark #gendry #gendry waters #jon snow #gendrya #arya x gendry #jonrya #arya x jon

[my-st0ff]

Curse

Chapter One

Fandom: American Horror Story

Pairing: Dandy Mott x female reader

Chapter Song: Curse of the Balckened Eye - Orville Peck (lyrics in bold)

Story Summary: When you, a devoted to work detective, are put on the case of the Motts, you rise to the challenge. Though you do your best to focus your attentions on all aspects of the case, the son of Mrs. Mott seems to be doing all he can to take up your time.

"Why and how did you leave Aubrey, Miss Mott?"

You hold focused eye contact with the woman that sat on the velvet couch opposite the one you warmed. One leg crossed over the other, and a notepad rested upon your thigh.

Mrs. Mott: "Please, again Detective, it's Mrs. Mott. I'm still lawfully wed"

You: "My apologies... So, about Mr. Mott"

Mrs. Mott: "Yes, of course. Well, by 27, I was planning on how I would get away. I always said, "I should work on my escape" to Dandy but stalled so much"

You: "Dandy was, what? Seven?"

You knew how wrong it was to try and have a child process their parents' separation. But you were not here to express any sort of opinion. So you remain stone faced.

Mrs. Mott: "Two"

You couldn't have heard her right. You think.

You: "Hm? Sorry, I didn't catch that?"

Mrs. Mott: "Little Dandy was two"

Her gaze drifts from yours, images of her son as a toddler replaying in her mind. This was only when your pupils flickered up to the topic of discussion. Dandy stood behind the sofa with a hand resting on the back of it, one by each of his mother's shoulders - a few inches from them. His towering stature had to lean a little for his palms to reach the back of the sofa. He had not yet said anything, as you had made it clear you had to talk to Mrs. Mott first. But it still felt so much like he was in charge of this whole ordeal.

You: "Okay, so"

You clear your throat.

"I must bring us back to topic. How and why did you leave Aubrey?"

A glimpse of offence flashes over her eyes before they join yours again in a polite manor.

Mrs. Mott: "He was suspicious, and it made me nervous in my own home. Coming home late in a scruff, yelling and hitting"

Though hearing things like this disgusted you, it barely had an effect on you after all the cases you had dealt with.

You: "Was this around the time he had committed his first murder? Is that correct?"

Mrs. Mott's jaw clenches, and as it does, Dandy's sinister glare you had been doing your best to ignore finally drops from you and lands on his mother.

Mrs. Mott: "My Aubrey did not murder anybody"

She says, avoiding eye contact. Urges to argue were drowned out by professionalism as you mustered up your next question.

You: "Did you have any other children, Mrs. Mott?"

Mrs. Mott: "No, I've been hiding out, running from the curse. I wouldn't dare bare another child. I got so very lucky with Dandy"

She answers instantly.

You: "The curse?"

Mrs. Mott: "Oh, don't play coy, detective"

She smiles down her nose at you.

"You've heard what people say about this family"

You: "You believe in the Mott curse?"

You felt silly asking something like this.

Mrs. Mott: "How could I not. Every man related to Aubrey displayed concerning behaviour similar to his. I was so lucky to have him, and not one of them"

The repetition of 'lucky' was curious.

You: "What about the women? Have any of the women in the Mott family tree been known to become violent or even just very abrasive?"

Mrs. Mott: "No, dear"

She smiles sweetly.

Mrs. Mott: "More tea?"

You peer down at the tea you had forgotten about and not touched once. Now presumably cold and staining the china.

You: "Um- no, thank you, ma'am... and what can you tell me about the disappearance of Tomas Mott?"

Dandy: "Oh, please, don't upset my mother"

The mystery chips in. Though you needed him to remain quiet until it was his turn to be interviewed. You were somehow so intrigued by him that you did not become irritated by this. You only realised after the fact how out of character it was for you to agree to him being in the room for hers. Dandy Mott held a threatening authority in this household, and the moment you entered the grand doors you could feel it.

You: "I understand this is a very difficult topic, for the both of you. But this would be so much easier for all of us if you would provide me with anything you know so that I don't have to dig deeper"

You return your now empathetic gaze to his mother.

"Either way, I fully intend to find out what happened to your son, Mrs. Mott"

Mrs. Mott: "I don't want to- I won't discuss this. I think I have given you enough, detective"

Her voice pitches up a sylobal.

You: "Of course, but I will need to hear more about your son from you personally at some point or another, ma'am"

Dandy: "Goodie, my turn"

He rolls his eyes and moves impatiently around the sofa as his mother leaves the room.

Mrs. Mott: "I'll be reading in my bedroom if I am needed"

She calls back without giving a second glance.

Dandy finally enters the light upon stepping in front of the couch and then sitting. He had glass skin and stiff-with-jell hair. His thin lips lay permanently downturned, and his hands clasped together between his lap. His legs a bit apart. You smile at him modestly.

You: "Right, let's begin"

You clear your throat once again.

You: "As you already know, I am Detective y/n y/l/n. I am here today to ask you a few questions regarding the disappearances surrounding the Mott family"

The fail to continue when you notice Dandy's yawning habit.

Dandy: "Why are you telling me all this crap?"

You smile and huff in a laugh. Remaining polite and professional.

You: "I have to, Mr. Mott"

Dandy: "Yes, but I've just heard you give this whole schpiel to my mother. I was in the room, remember?"

He continues, his bratty tone grinding on you just a little.

You: "You really weren't supposed to have been but-"

Dandy: "My house, my rules, right?"

He smirks.

You: "Of course, I can make small exceptions to make sure I am respecting people's comfortability"

Dandy: "It is appreciated, detective"

He gives a small stirring smile. No clear signs were given as to if it were genuine or not. Before you could voice any questions, Mott leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

Dandy: "May I ask you a question before we begin?"

You curled your lips inwards, as you did when thinking, for a moment.

You: "Go ahead"

Dandy: "Are you being paid for all aspects of what you're putting into this case?"

You: "I beg your pardon"

Your brows knit softly in confusion.

Dandy: "Are you just doing what you're assigned to be, or are you doing, how do I say vigilante work on this case also? Since police and detectives have been investigating this family for years, they don't seem very interested anymore. But you do"

He studied your whole form as he spoke like a fish in a tank.

You: "I just take my work very seriously, Mr. Mott"

You choose a short and non-fuffiling answer. You pushed on to keep this interview professional.

Dandy: "That I see... just wondered"

He retreats back from his lean.

Dandy: "Please continue"

You: "You and Tomas were twins, is that correct?"

Dandy: "Yes"

You: "Were you close growing up"

Dandy: "Very"

Though he answered you promptly, his attentions had already been stolen by the window behind you.

You: "How so? What sort of things did the two of you get up to together? How did you bond?"

Dandy: "We went fishing"

He smiles fondly.

You: "Sounds nice. And do you remember exactly how old the two of you were when he went missing?"

Dandy: "16."

You: "What year was it?"

Dandy: "42, 1942."

You: "And what month was it?"

Dandy: "March."

His eyes flick back into yours.

Dandy: "What the actual hell are these questions?"

He laughs. You push on.

You: "And where were you the night he disappeared?"

Dandy: "At home, asleep. It was in the middle of the night."

You: "Was it?"

Shit, you think. Shouldn't have asked that. That surely made him nervous. This isn't an interrogation, y/n.

Dandy: "Oh, please, we both know he ran off in the middle of the night"

He come backs strong.

You: "How are you sure?"

Dandy: "He was to be married in a month's time to a servent lady, realisation took him a while I'll admit but when it hit him that he was bringing that sort of dishonour to the Mott name he thought his only option was to run."

Your almost impressed.

You: "You've had a lot of time to think on it, and you have been using it, I see"

Dandy's face screws into a disappointed glare.

Dandy: "Of course I have. He was my twin brother, for heavens sake"

Was.

You: "The whole ordeal hurt you alot then, yes?"

Dandy: "To this day, detective. It hurts. I sat around wishing so many times that I would die... but I learnt that eventually, there really is no point dwelling on the past"

Dandy stands with dominance.

Dandy: "That's all you need, yes?"

You: "As a matter of fact, no. May I ask you to sit back down, sir?"

Dandy: "As a matter of fact"

He mocks.

"Look, it's true, if that is what you want to hear"

You stand as well, notepad in hand and pen in the other. In an attempt to catch up with his movements.

You: "What is, Dandy?"

You accidently use his fist name in a state of urgency.

Dandy: "True it follows me around. The Mott curse, I'm sick like the rest of the men that have come and gone"

He gives you a side glance from where he stands away from you.

Dandy: "I'd keep an eye on me if I were you, y/n"

He repeats the use of informal referral. Then casually leaves the room.

Dandy: "Dora will show you out"

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[academyofbrokenhearts]

As We Move You Can't Tell Us Apart

Suna is unusually silent and dismissive, and Kaya attempts to talk to her, with unexpected results. One-shot.

Author note: We saw Kaya implying that there used to be something between him and Pırıl in the latest trailer, and we also saw him touching her cheek. We also saw Suna apparently walking in on this.

As of now, I have zero idea what this will mean canon wise, but Twitter user hanasfx came up with a jealousy prompt inspired by the scenes in the trailer, so I took it and ran away with it. Hope I did justice to everyone who was expecting a fic based on this.

Title inspired by Klaxons's song "Twin Flames". I did struggle with the title more than usual.

AO3 link here.

Suna has been in the bathroom for a long time, and Kaya starts to believe something is amiss.

She has kept her distance from him the entire day, but he hasn't been very alarmed at first - he knows she goes through a difficult period (to put it mildly), and is perfectly content with giving her space until she sorts everything out.

Except that sorting things out seems to take her a lot more than he expected. She had been acting out with him the entire day after her fight with Pelin, but at least she had been talking to him, even if it was only to argue. Today she has been awfully quiet - and he doesn't like it one bit.

Right at the moment when he finally makes up his mind to go and knock at the bathroom's door, she gets out. It looks like she took a bath; her hair is still slightly wet, and her cheeks are pink and flushed, but her entire posture is rigid and cold, and she doesn't even look at him.

He takes a deep breath. Not ideal to start this conversation in the evening right before sleep, but it does look like their bedroom is the only place where she can't successfully avoid him.

"Suna, care to tell me what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing is wrong," she answers with a fake cheerfulness that doesn't fool him one bit.

She had the exact same smile when she had told him, before their failed wedding, that he was never going to be able to get rid of her. At that time, her words had bothered him deep down inside; he had understood her reaction only after she had confessed she knew about that horrible conversation he had had with his mother.

That's how Suna acts, at least with him. Walls up whenever she's hurt - or whenever she fears she might be hurt.

"No use to play this game with me," he says out loud, studying her carefully. "You forget that I do know you a bit better now. I know something is wrong."

"I can only admire your insight," she answers, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Did it take you long to come up with that one?"

"I don't mean the current general situation," he replies patiently. "I mean with you. You look like you are upset with me, and no, don't tell me this is about Pelin, because you did not act like that after the Pelin incident. There's something more, I know it. In fact..."

He pauses for a bit, tries to think of it. There was a moment during the day when he pinched Pırıl's cheek, but she cannot possibly be mad about that... can she?

Suna presses her lips together, her expression more stubborn than Kaya thought it possible. It's clear she is not willing to talk, and well, something's got to give, so he just says it, even if he doesn't believe it himself.

"Wait, is this about Pırıl?"

And then he watches in wonder his wife's cheeks reddening, She's lost for words for a few seconds, and then she explodes in a laugh that is just as loud as it is fake.

"Pırıl? Please, why would I even care about Pırıl? But it does look like you care about her a lot, I have to say I think it's interesting. I didn't know you were such good friends."

All the stars above, Kaya thinks in disbelief. She cannot be jealous. This is simply not happening.

"I just think," Suna goes on, voice raising slightly, "that it's a bit unfair to go on about how we promised to be honest with each other and have each other's backs and all that sweet talk, only for you to have friendships I am not even aware of. I do wonder how many other friends you have I know nothing about."

"Oh for the love of God," Kaya begins, only for her to cut him off immediately:

"And don't even bother trying to deny it, because I saw you, and I do clearly remember telling you not to play with me!"

"Wait a second," he says, increasingly angry. "Are you seriously accusing me of having a thing with Pırıl behind your back? For your information, when I make a promise, I always intend to keep it! I asked you to marry me, and I promised you loyalty and support, and I intend to keep that promise for as long as we are married! Or maybe you're implying we had a thing in the past - in which case, newsflash, everyone has a past! Even you have one! May I remind you that your ex is actually living in this house, and you have not heard a single complaint from me about this?!"

"Well, maybe you should talk about it, if it bothers you so much!" Suna explodes all of a sudden. "Maybe you should ask me about it! But it's very clear that it does not bother you in the slightest, and that I am the only one who is bothered by all of this!"

Before she can go on any further, he covers the distance between them in two steps and kisses her.

She's struggling at first, trying to escape, but then, when his tongue parts her lips and enters her mouth, she stops fighting him, and actually drags him more towards her, responding to his kiss with the same intensity. It goes on, and on, and when they finally stop, they're both breathless, and there are a few seconds of silence before Kaya finally speaks:

"Who the fuck says it does not bother me?"

And then it's Suna's turn to kiss him, and it's not any more gentle than the kiss he gave her. It's so intense that he feels just as weak in the knees as a teenager.

This woman is going to be the death of him, he thinks.

#Yalı Çapkını #Yali Capkini #Kaya Sönmez #Suna Şanlı #Kaya Sonmez #Suna Sanli #KaySun #fan fiction #As We Move You Can't Tell Us Apart #writing #made by me #okay so I lied and here I am writing again for the clown show #based on a Twitter prompt #this will probably not be canon but if I don't write it I won't be able to spend New Year in peace - actual thoughts when I was writing #I WANT THEM TO BE ENDGAME SO BADLY

[mayfieldss]

Dating Sarah Cameron would Include;

Movie nights. Lots of them.

Whenever you can, you're together on a couch in pitch darkness, except for the light of the TV, munching on popcorn.

Sarah is stubborn when it comes to movie choices though. If she doesn't want to watch a certain film, she's not going to and that makes it hard to pick one. But you get there eventually.

Sarah is a head-on-your-shoulder kind of girl. Anytime she's next to you, the girl is gonna be doing it, head on your arm or shoulder.

You think it calms her, and it's true.

She is a legs in your lap kind of girl too. If she's reading a book or scrolling through her phone her legs will most definitely be propped up on your thighs as she does so.

Picnic dates. <3

She loves resting her forehead against yours after a kiss or hug. There's something about the feeling of being close enough to breathe you in and feel you with space still between your bodies, that she enjoys.

"You're so cute when you're nervous"

She loves spending money on you, but she knows you hate it.

But if she can buy you a gift, she will. And if she sees you looking at something you like with longing, you best believe she's in that store in an instant, getting it for you without a second thought.

Shopping dates for sure.

Sarah loves trying things on and twirling around for you until she finds the right dress or pair of pants. You love it too but pretend you don't.

Sarah IS a swiftie and she will most definitely dance around her room to Taylor Swift songs with you whether you want to or not.

Ice cream and milkshake dates are a must.

Every week, Sarah insists on getting Ice cream or a milkshake and walking down to sit in the sand dunes by the beach. (if it's not too windy of course.)

She loves cuddling, even if it's not too PDA based. Sarah will most definitely be pulling you in for a hug whenever she can, and pulling you onto her lap for kisses too.

Sarah is the big spoon. You can't argue with her about it. She is set on being the one holding you close in bed, no matter what.

"You're gorgeous."

Sarah is a valentines day girl. The day comes around and it's like a wedding where she's showering you with gifts, love, and affection. (not that she doesn't do that every day, it's just that valentine's day is 10 times crazier.)

But Sarah doesn't care how many gifts you get her, she just loves the giving of it all. And the way you react to seeing everything she's done for you.

She does love gifts though, but it's more the thought that counts.

Sarah has a picture of you and her on her nightstand. That's a gift you gave her that she will never forget.

Her lock screen is one of those video backgrounds where you and Sarah are dancing around the kitchen in the light of the refrigerator. (courtesy of her Taylor Swift obsession.)

Matching bracelets with each other's initials on them. Sarah hates to admit that she gets sad when you don't wear yours.

She loves playing with your hair, whether it's twirling it between her fingers, braiding it, or just swishing it around.

Kisses. Lots of them.

She likes giving you sweet little pecks. Short kisses on the lips as a goodbye or hello. (or just when she feels like it)

Lots of selfies and photos too. Sarah loves having photos of you and her together. It's like she needs them to breathe.

BONUS;

When the holidays come around, Sarah's favourite tradition is Christmas crackers. She loves the tug of war of it and of course the prizes inside. Even if she wins, she always makes you tell her the cheesy little jokes.

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AN: Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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[gentaro-kinniecom]

"Always Forever"

↦Pairing: Leo Tsukinaga/afab!reader

↦Cw: Semi-nsfw, Forced marriage, medieval au!, first time, possessiveness, ooc (?)

↦A/n: I think this might be my fav fic by now teehee <3 (title inspired by this song!!)

Life as a princess was not the typical 'happy ever after' ending in movies, still, if you knew how to play your cards right, things wouldn't be more of a mess as they were

"Mother, I cannot simply accept his proposal. I don't love him." They argued, not wanting to imagine how life would be with whoever their mother made them marry

"That's not up to you to decide, we already arranged a dinner with them to celebrate your upcoming wedding"

Unbelievable, even after all their protests, Y/n's parents dragged them towards the entrance hall. Not quite literally but, a butler escorted them. Even in their best outfit, they didn't feel ready to meet whoever was awaiting for them. To their surprise, a very well dressed guy stood beside his faithful knight. One had grey-ish hair and blue eyes, scanning the room as he greeted y/n's parents, the other simply stood still, ginger hair and green eyes gazing into your e/c ones. They looked away, not knowing how to react to that meaningful 2 second eye contact.

"Good afternoon, my name is Leo Tsukinaga, I'm Sena's loyal knight, at your service madam" He bowed, taking your hand while kissing the top of it and smiling.

"Lovely meeting you Tsukinaga, I'm sure Sena is just as eager as I am to meet him"

Let's just say, he wasn't what you expected him to be. Izumi wasn't rude at first meetings, but the more you've got to know each other, the urge to take you away and force you to marry him was becoming stronger by the minute. Of course, that also implies a certain relationship between Y/n and Leo.

They couldn't help but start falling in love with him as time passed by. Unfortunately, it was too late, Izumi's plans were to arrange the wedding at the end of the month. Which meant only 5 days left before they'd have to marry him for the purpose of creating an heir to both kingdoms and peace between them.

"Leo, what am I going to do? I don't want to marry that good for nothing obsessed prince for the sake of my kingdom!" They yelled out of frustration, placing their palms over their eyes as they cried. Leo tried comforting them, giving y/n kisses all over their face and taking their hands away

"I was hoping if, you'd like to run away...together" That didn't sound like a bad idea, after all, you had already packed for an occasion like so. Without thinking twice, Y/n left on the night of their so called wedding.

"Oh Leo, how could I ever thank you?" He smiled mischievously. Placing his hands on your lower back as he closed the distance between you both.

"Hmm...you've always been mine, we could get married, yeah, you'd like that too right?" They nodded as he quickly pushed them onto the makeshift bed he'd made before escaping together. The cabin was small enough for one person, but it'll do just for tonight.

"Of course, I'd like nothing more but to just be yours, forever" Hearing this, Leo took off the remaining clothes off your bodies, wasting no time to claim you as his.

"I'll love you forever, so don't think about leaving me dearest" With those words, he finally thrusted inside your tight cunt. Smiling at the sight of both bodies connected as they wrapped their arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss

"'Always forever'...doesn't that sound lovely?"

#ensemble stars smut #leo tsukinaga x reader #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #Spotify

[protemporescitor]

Spoilers Begone

With Rebirth's release mere hours away, and the increasing risk of spoilers seeping into even the most well-curated social media feed as a result, it's time to batten down the hatches. Going radio silence until March. I may visit mutuals or reply to the occasional message, but no more idle scrolling for me until well after the 29th. With that in mind, I'll leave you with some final thoughts and predictions…

On shipping vs. respecting the narrative

The shipping wars have been done to death. We all know this. Nearly three decades of pointless bickering about whether CloTi or Clerith is canon, as if that's the only thing that matters about FFVII's story.

Judging by its promotional materials, Rebirth seems to be leaning very heavily towards Clerith. However, this may yet turn out to be a red herring. We just don't know, and won't know until Square finally unveil their true intentions regarding the remake trilogy as a whole. As much as they've revealed of the game thus far, they've been equally careful to conceal their ultimate goals in creating it. In other words, right now they are playing us harder than Kojima did back when Metal Gear Solid 2 was still in development.

My own bias is towards Clerith, obviously, but… to be perfectly honest, at this point I don't give a damn whether they canonize it or not, or even if they end up going completely in the other direction. So long as these characters find some kind of happiness and closure at the end of the road, (and so long as it all makes sense for the story) I'll be satisfied. People get so caught up in all this shipping nonsense that they often forget that, at the end of the day, this element is intended to be in service of the STORY, not the other way around. I'm no exception to this.

That all being said, I'm not particularly worried about Clerith being sunk at this point. I mean, have you seen the trailers? That, plus two separate theme songs about Cloud and Aerith expressing their longing to be together? It's not hard to see where all this is going. (Also, canon or not, I'm not going to stop liking Clerith just because it gets sunk by the narrative. The fuck were you expecting?)

Obviously, I want to see as many Clerith moments as possible in Rebirth, but I don't want Square to leave CloTi fans out in the cold. I'm not that petty. That interpretation of the story clearly means a lot to a great many fans, and I believe they deserve to get their fair share, too.

To be honest, I've always thought that the remake trilogy was an opportunity to undo some of the damage that the ambiguity regarding Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith's relationships has wrought. And the simplest way to do that would be to let individual fans control how that part of the story plays out, similar to something like Mass Effect. It might not be a perfect solution (and some fans might quibble that doing so would be a cop-out from Square's "true" intentions), but at least that way, everybody gets something.

But even that, I suspect, ultimately won't fix the fandom. Which leads me to my next point…

Rebirth won't settle the love triangle debate (and neither will the trilogy's concluding act).

This is admittedly a somewhat pessimistic prediction on my part. I'm hoping that with the conclusion of the remake trilogy, maybe the fandom can grow up somewhat and that CloTi and Clerith shippers can finally bury the hatchet. But even if Square were to go so far as to include a full-blown romance, wedding, etc. for one pair or the other, even that probably won't end the debate. My suspicion is that the topic of discussion will simply shift over to arguing about what the developers' ORIGINAL intentions were, before the remake trilogy or even the compilation came to be.

Here we may observe a pair of goalposts, endlessly shifting.

Aerith will (probably) die.

Much as I would like to see Aerith survive and flourish, I find it highly doubtful that Square would leave out one of the most iconic scenes in video game history. So, at the very least, Aerith will probably "die" in some way, and her funeral scene will undoubtedly be in Rebirth in some form. I can't imagine Square retelling FFVII's story and leaving out this moment entirely. It'd be like removing the baptism scene from the Godfather.

However, something tells me Aerith won't stay gone this time around. Whether she ends up in the afterlife, or in a state of limbo, there's little doubt in my mind that she'll return for the grand finale. Furthermore, I would argue that she's already been resurrected in a meta sense. Fans who insist that Aerith needs to stay dead in order to uphold the original title's themes of loss and grieving (the ones who aren't being disingenuous and insisting on this point merely to promote CloTi, that is) are forgetting that it isn't 1997 anymore. The rules aren't the same.

That said, I do expect that Aerith will die at the end of Rebirth. "No Promises to Keep" seems to be foreshadowing as much, and it would make sense for the song to play over the end credits (intended to soften the blow, perhaps, or to tide us over until part 3), reaffirming once again that Cloud and Aerith's bond is stronger than death.

As Vera Lynn once sang: "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

In closing

The wait has been excruciating, but it's nearly at an end. We all have strong opinions on this story and these characters, so the occasional dust-up is inevitable. (I'm as guilty of that as anyone else. I can be an absolute gremlin online, I'll admit it.) But with Square's aim being to deliver a maximalist reading of FFVII's story, jam-packed with every beloved moment and quirky element of the original title dialled up to eleven, there should be plenty of content for everyone to enjoy.

So whatever differences we might have, whatever characters you choose to ship together, etc., I want to take the opportunity to wish you all well, and I sincerely hope that everyone has a great time playing Rebirth.

Signing off until March.

Cheers, -Scitor

#final fantasy vii #ffvii #ffvii rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy vii remake #prognostications

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if you don’t mind me asking, what are your swiftie!marauders headcanons if you have any? 🫶🏻

Sirius's favourite album is Red

everyone thinks he likes Reputation more because he's always singing those lyrics to seduce Remus

he has a "Fuck The Patriarchy" keychain specifically for the taylor reference

James's favourite album is 1989

"Blank Space" would mysteriously come on at almost every gryffindor party and a drunk James would get on top of a table and sing for Lily (she would pitch in for "boys only want love if it's torture")

when anyone says a word or phrase that reminds him of a taylor swift song he will start singing it and he will continue until he reaches the end (or until someone stops him)

Remus's favourite album is Evermore

"willow" was played at his a Sirius's wedding (they totally got married, don't argue)

he has had to teach his friends what a word means when it comes up in a song and he sings the correct lyric while everyone else descends into nonsense

Pete's favourite album is Fearless

he knows who every song is about and what was happening during that time of taylor's life

he has told a lot of it to Remus when they were listening to her together

none of the marauders will change genders/pronouns while singing, for 3-5 (or 10) minutes they are women in whatever situation taylor has set up for them

#I hope these are satisfying enough #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders #taylor swift #swiftie!marauders #marauders headcanon #marauders era #marauders fandom #wolfstar #jily