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witchslove · 2 years

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Halloween Party

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda spent weeks planning your costumes for Halloween this year. At the last minute, she decides to wear something else.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; smut, bratty bottom!wanda, mirror sex, bathroom sex, strap-on use, dirty talk, spanking, degradation, praise, possessiveness

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You stood in front of the mirror, admiring your costume for Tony and Pepper’s annual Halloween party.

Every year you looked forward to it, a night for you and your closest friends to get together dressed in silly or scary costumes and place bets on who would be the drunkest by the time the party was over.

You and your girlfriend had decided on the color red for your matching costumes and you were both excited to show off what you’d come up with this year.

Wanda was planning on wearing a red unitard paired with pink leggings, a red cape, and a red headpiece, going as what she called a “Sokovian fortune teller.” You were going to color-match with her by dressing up as Sarah from Hocus Pocus. You’d put together a pink-toned corset with lacy red sleeves, a scarlet cape, and a pair of dark, maroon-colored pants - you opted out of wearing a dress for a very specific reason.

The reason you decided against dragging around a long flowy skirt all night long was simple; it was also tucked slightly uncomfortably against your leg. You not only wanted to win the bet by not becoming part of it, but you also knew you’d have fun teasing Wanda all night. Wearing Wanda’s favorite strap to the party would achieve both goals with ease and you were certain you’d both be leaving before it was even midnight.

“Okay, I’m ready!” your girlfriend called out excitedly.

When Wanda walked out in her costume, you frowned. “What are you wearing? I thought we were matching,” you said, eyeing her outfit. She was dressed as Cher from Clueless, wearing yellow, not red, from head to toe. Her skirt was sinfully short, you could almost see the plump cheeks of her ass under the hem.

“You don’t like it? I wanted to surprise you,” she responded, her face falling. You honestly couldn’t tell if her pout was real or if she was just trying to get her way.

“I love it, it’s fucking hot…” you murmured, walking around her to get a better look. “It’s just not what we planned. What happened to the fortune teller? I thought we agreed on red…”

“I don’t know, I just wanted to try this instead since we watched Clueless last week. Maybe you can be my hot stepsister,” she rasped, biting her lip suggestively.

Realization hit you. “Oh, I get it, you’re just being a needy slut for me,” you said, standing in front of her now, your hands coming up to grip her waist. Her breath hitched at the way you spoke to her, this was exactly what she was hoping for. “You sure you want everyone at the party staring at your ass all night? Staring at what’s mine?”

Wanda loved when you got possessive. It made heat pool in her core and it usually led to the most amazing sex between the two of you. She was definitely not going to change her mind now.

“Does that make you mad, baby? The thought of our friends looking at me in this short little skirt?” she teased, bringing her lips close to yours. “Too bad. I’m wearing it.”

With that, she moved away and began to gather her things.

You let her, knowing she was in for a surprise and a punishment later on. You collected your own belongings as well as the cupcakes you promised to bring to the party. The two of you left your apartment and when you reached the car, you put the cupcakes in one of the trunk dividers. You smirked when you noticed Wanda’s other costume still in the backseat, your mind swirling with ideas at the sight of it.

You arrived at the party, greeting your friends as they handed you drinks. Pepper, who was dressed as some sort of blue robot, took the cupcakes to the table of food they’d set up and thanked you for bringing them.

You and Wanda spent about an hour socializing, catching up with your friends and enjoying the music. You tried to ignore the way your blood boiled every time you caught one of the guys staring at Wanda’s ass as she bent over to grab a drink from a cooler or “accidentally” spilled and got on her hands and knees to clean it up.

When Monica decided it was time for party games, you decided to put your plan into motion.

The group gathered around the dining table and you made sure to sit between Nat and Steve, so that there were no empty seats on either side of you. Wanda came over to sit with you, but disappointment flashed across her features at the seats next to you already being taken.

“I can move,” Steve offered, motioning to get up.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, patting your lap. Wanda immediately understood and happily sat down on your lap, enjoying the comfort of your arms around her waist.

The first game started and so did the antics of your drunk friends; it was perfect, they were all too intoxicated and absorbed in the game to notice what you were planning on doing. When it was your turn, you shifted to roll the dice.

That’s when Wanda felt it, a hard bulge pressing against her through your pants. The realization that you were packing made her wet and she almost didn’t notice when it was her turn.

When the game moved on to Steve, she turned to whisper in your ear. “You’re so naughty.”

You didn’t respond, instead reacting to the events of the game. Your goal was to make her desperate, both for your attention and for your cock.

By the time the game was halfway over, it was working. Wanda could barely keep herself from rocking down against the hardness between your legs. She was growing increasingly frustrated with your nonchalant attitude and she knew she was dripping through her panties. When you suddenly thrust your hips upwards, the strap rubbing against her clit, she had to cover up her whimper with a cough.

You continued to tease her until she’d had enough.

The game came to a close, with Nat winning and Clint jokingly accusing her of cheating.

Wanda stood up abruptly. “I’m going to the bathroom,” she said, before walking out of the room. Her sudden announcement left room for concern, so you told everyone you’d go check on her.

You knocked on the bathroom door, listening for a response. “Wands, it’s me.”

The door opened and before you could react, you were pulled into the room and pushed against the wall.

“That was just cruel, what you did out there,” Wanda husked, one of her hands reaching down to toy with the waistband of your pants.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” you lied, enjoying how desperate you knew you were making her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her hand moving down to grip the strap through your pants. “So are you gonna fuck me with this or not?”

“Right here? In Tony and Pepper’s bathroom?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “You want everyone to hear you moaning for me like a whore? Such a dirty girl.”

She whined, unable to bear any more teasing. She turned around and bent over the sink, giving you a perfect view of her round ass covered only by a lacy thong.

“Fuck Wands… I can’t believe you left the house like this,” you mused, pressing your front against her, letting her feel the hardness of the strap. You delivered a sharp slap to her ass, making her whimper and clutch the edge of the countertop. “Why should I reward you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a brat all night.”

“Please, I need your cock, I’ll do anything,” she begged, crying out as you slapped her other cheek harshly, relishing in the way the soft skin turned red from the impact.

“Anything? I’m gonna hold you to that.” You pulled down the front of your pants, the silicone toy springing free from its confines. You rubbed it against her clothed pussy for a minute, just to tease her even further.

As much as you loved making her wait, making her desperate, you needed to be inside of her just as much as she needed you to fuck her. You pulled the fabric of her panties aside and slid the length of the toy through her wet folds, coating it in her arousal. You brought your hand down to spread copious juices all over the toy, biting back a smile as she pushed her hips back in encouragement.

You grabbed her hips, stilling them, and lined up the toy with her entrance. You slid inside slowly, giving her time to adjust as you buried yourself to the hilt.

She moaned at the feeling of being stuffed full with your cock. You brought a hand to her throat and pulled her head up so she was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror before shoving two fingers into her mouth.

“You have to be quiet, baby, or they’ll hear you,” you said, knowing she probably wouldn’t listen. She would try, but she had always been very vocal about her pleasure. It was one of the many things you loved about her.

You started to move, thrusting into her slowly, her whimpers muffled against your fingers in her mouth.

The distant noise of your friends laughing and mingling was drowned out by the slippery sounds of the toy stretching her out and her cute little whines as you sped up your pace. Wanda knew it wouldn’t take long since she’d been worked up all night, thinking about this moment even while catching up with everyone at the party.

She’d felt your eyes on her every time she bent over, knowing she was riling you up. The thought of anyone but you looking at your girlfriend in such a way made your skin crawl and she used that to her advantage.

With one hand on her hips, gripping her skirt so roughly the seams were ripping, you removed your fingers from her mouth and brought them down to her clit. At this point, you didn’t care if the whole neighborhood heard her.

She moaned loudly when your fingertips rubbed against her, her eyes squeezing shut from the sensations.

“Gonna cum, please, can I?” she panted out, feeling herself dangerously close already.

“Not yet.” It was difficult to deny her, especially with how badly you wanted to see her fall apart for you, but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

“Please, Y/N, please, I can’t-” she whined, knowing in a matter of seconds she’d be unable to hold off her orgasm and she didn't want to disappoint you after all the stunts she’d pulled.

“Open your eyes, Wanda,” you cooed, admiring how quickly she did as she was told. “See how pretty you look like this, being such a good little slut for me.”

Your words made her clench hard around the toy. “I can’t hold it, please can I- fuck-” she cut herself off with a moan, her knuckles turning white from gripping the countertop.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, watch yourself cum on my cock,” you said, speeding up your movements and bottoming out with every thrust.

Not even a moment later, waves of pleasure racked her body and there was no doubt her high-pitched moans could be heard over the music and chatter of the party.

She couldn’t keep her eyes open as she came and you weren’t mad about it, completely mesmerized by the sight of her before you. You had a perfect view of her slick pussy wrapped around the toy, her ass up, cheeks still red from your slaps, and her face in the mirror’s reflection scrunched up in pleasure, mouth hung open to scream your name.

You slowed your thrusts as she came down and let her catch her breath before pulling out. She whined at the emptiness, her eyes fluttering open and meeting yours in the mirror. “If that was a punishment, I’m never being good again,” she husked.

You chuckled at her words before looking down at her skirt, which was slightly ripped now and hanging off of her body. “I don’t know, I think ruining your costume was enough of a punishment for now,” you mumbled, playing with the torn fabric in your hands.

“What?!” she exclaimed, looking down and pouting at what she saw. “You did this on purpose…”

“Believe me, I considered it. But I actually didn’t mean to, I promise…” you said with a laugh. “Are you really complaining right now?”

She shot you a playful glare. “No, but how am I supposed to go back out there like this?”

You smirked, already having her saving grace in mind. “Your other costume is in the car, I’ll go get it and bring it up. Just stay here for now,” you said, kissing her quickly before tucking the strap back into your pants.

You left the bathroom, heading out through the living room where you were met with knowing looks and teasing comments from your friends.

When you and Wanda eventually reentered the party together, it was in matching costumes like you’d originally planned and you smiled at how everything worked out.

And when the two of you got home that night, Halloween costumes were the last thing on your mind, long forgotten on the floor of your shared bedroom.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x y/n #bottom wanda maximoff #top reader #alexa writes #kinktober

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iamyoursonly · 5 months

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To be loved (17/01/2024)

omg it’s been so long since i’ve last written, i feel rusty. pls donate ideas if you have some to spare and enjoy!!

How I wish I could be loved. How I wish to be able to go home to a person who’d love and treasure me, as I just into their arms with no care in the world. And they’d spin me around and give me a kiss. How wonderful is that. And how I wish to be able to experience that heavenly feeling of bliss.

Dancing around the ballroom, I see your silhouette on the balcony, I walked over, and as I made way to you, I had to resist the urge to fangirl over such a piece of art. How could a man be so gorgeous? How could he be simply perfect?

I made my way over to you, and as if the moon was shining right onto us, I turned over to you and saw you holding a cup of champagne, taking big, big sips from the cup.

“Hello, dear sir, how are you enjoying tonight?”

“I am well, thank you.”

“Would you care to have a dance with me? Because I would like a dance with you.”

The gentleman turned to make eye contact with me. You looked creeped out. I understand, I’m a stranger to you after all, but why do you look at me with such disgust? I can’t understand, so I kept on asking you if you would like to dance with me, but there was simply no response.

Then your gaze. It was so beautiful, I could dream about it all day. Those blue eyes that I could stare into and feel like I’m standing next to the ocean, as strong wind blows into my face. Oh, now I wish to have one more dance with you. But for now, just one. I won’t be greedy.

When you gave me your answer, it was a simple no. How I wished it was a joke, and that you’d ask me to dance again. and you go like “My lady would you care to dance with me?” but you didn’t.

As I left the ball with regret, I couldn’t help but keep thinking of those captivating eyes, your eyes. And I wished that I could see you again.

Why can’t I be the one in your arms? I wish to be the one you hold, treasure and live for. Every moment I’d imagine your kisses trailing down my neck, and you’re desperate. As if I was your one and only divine goddess like how I should be.

My imagination gradually slowing down as all my dreams and desires shattered, making my heart break into pieces like the broken mirror in front of me. Light rays reflecting everywhere as I knelt down and cried out tears of pain, for hours and hours until I can’t anymore. My eyes were swollen and limbs were numb, I just sat emotionless for days and hoped that it was all a daydream.

The fact that you were engaged to my sister instead of me broke my heart. my parents explained that this was not intentional, but my sister looked like she did this on purpose, like how she was trying to humiliate me every time I achieve something. And I hope to have achieved you first, but I didn’t. Instead, she has you too now.

It’s not like I know your name or you know mine, but it’s the fact that I just wanted something that belonged to me. And only me. Someone who would treasure me and love me forever, someone who wouldn’t abandon me or give me up when the situation is hard, someone who will comfort me when times are hard, someone who wouldn’t compare me to my sister at all… Someone like you.

Oh… The feeling to be loved. I don’t think I can feel this at all, I don’t have you nor anyone to share all these complicated feelings with. Dear God, if you hear me. I only wish to have a person who would be by my side and love me. That is all I ask for. Will you grant me this simple wish and bring you to me?

I prayed and prayed every day, hoping that one day you’d show up at my room door and say that you wanted to marry me instead. But every day I waited and waited. You were nowhere to be seen.

So I picked up reading, I read a series and another, and another in the family library, simply hoping to bump into you in there, so we could talk, talk about how you married my sister instead of me, or not. And I actually did bump into you. You smiled and waved towards me, you asked me what I was reading, and that was the first time you willing talked to me. I was overjoyed.

Then the next day, I saw you waiting for me in the library. I don’t know if I should feel at ease about your situation with my sister as you guys were just engaged but not married. But all I could do is smile and let it all go, while hoping for the best.

We talked about books from historical to romance to fantasy, basically every genre. And I loved every moment with you. I feel like you will be happy with me too. The way you looked at me was still different from how you look at my sister. How your eyes were filled with love when you look at her.

So all I could do is sit at the library, then talk to you and look as you go back to my sister. Hoping that you guys won’t last.

Thankfully, you didn’t. And I found out your name was Satoru Gojo. When you got your heartbroken, I was the one that you came running into, in tears. I know what you’re feeling, it was the same when I heard the news about you and my sister.

Oh, how I wish to be loved. How I wish to be loved by you. When you told me that you loved me instead of my sister, and all that loving towards my sister was an act, I could just cover my mouth and feel my stomach explode with butterflies.

“Really?” I muttered out, in shock. and I saw the corners of your mouth lift slowly into a smile, and then you nodded.

I threw my arms over you, and you let me.

The feeling of love and the feeling of home. I couldn’t thank the heavens enough for you and for your love.

Now every day, I can just lie in bed with you, as you read my favourite stories to me. It was my dream come true, and I wish it can last forever. My feeling of love. And the feeling to be loved.

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#jujutsu kaisen #drabble #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo and you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #yayayay

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daenysx · 1 year

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🩷hellooo! I love ur writing and wanted to request aemond (modern or not your choice) reader gets really upset and frustrated with school and is just angry and sad and crying and he just comforts them. 🩷🩷🩷sending hearts

hi!! thank you for this request and your lovely words! crying because of school is totally relatable to me, i hope you enjoy this little shot!

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overachiever

you stress about your exams but modern!aemond is here to comfort you.

you stare at your screen for the past 15 minutes.

you don't understand anything you read.

and it gets too much at some point. how will you ever be prepared for your exams if you can't even keep what you read in your mind? there is almost a week for you to finish studying for your exams but with your lack of focus and high level of stress, you don't think you can finish everything.

you stand up angrily, push the papers in front of you to other side, and try to breathe. you know you should stay calm to achieve your goals, academic validation has always been important for you and you know exactly well what you're going through right now, you've been there countless times.

you can't help the tears streaming down your face. you cover your face with your hands, walking to your bed, and lay facedown. you cry for what felt like hours, your head starts aching. you just want to get out of this terrible mindset and start studying but there is no motivation to hold onto right now.

you hear the doorbell ring and leave your bed with slow steps. you don't even bother to look at yourself on the mirror, who cares anyway. you open the door, only to see your boyfriend aemond targaryen standing there with his perfect posture.

"sweetheart?"

you pull him inside and wrap your arms around him instantly. he never rejects your touch, steps inside, and closes the door. he holds you, curious of what happened. he tries to keep himself from asking questions, he knows you'll tell him after you catch your breath.

he tries to look at your face, cups your cheeks. you look at him with big, teary eyes, and wet eyelashes. he kisses your forehead, your hairline. "let's go to your room, shall we?"

you nod, take his hand and let him lead you. he takes a quick look on the room and sees the thrown out papers, pens everywhere, and your laptop screen which is closed. your bed is messy and there are empty coffee cups everywhere in different spots.

he sits on your bed and pulls you to his lap. your tears slow down, and you take a deep breath. you brush away your tears with angry fingers and he holds your hands, stops you from your harsh touches.

"shh, don't hurt yourself, love."

he gently touches your cheeks, dries your tears and kisses your face. "would you like to talk about it?"

"nothing happened, it's just- there's only one week aemond! and i don't know how to finish them all, how to focus. i've read the entire text this morning and when i finished there was nothing in my head! i'm- i don't know what to do."

he knows how you feel like when you think you don't believe you won't achieve everything you want. he has seen how you act when you stress too much, how you try to stay awake all night to finish your work.

"let's calm down for a moment, hmm? you don't have to start just now. you can take your time baby."

you shake your head. "but it's-"

he shushes you by kissing your lips. your stiff body melts into him, he kisses you until you stop thinking anything but him. aemond targaryen is a good distraction. literally.

he kisses your lips passionately, not stops until you reach for his hand. you break the kiss and put your head on his shoulder. he rubs your back with kind fingers. he wants you to take all the time you need to go back to your normal self from this stressful state.

"i think we should let some air in this room. i'll open the window, and you wash your face. meet me in the kitchen after you finish baby."

you nod, stand up and leave his lap. he opens the window first, then takes all the coffee cups from your room to the kitchen. he knows how you don't like it when someone makes changes on the table you are studying on, how you organize your stuff in your head and even if the table looks messy, it's organized for you.

you go to kitchen after washing your face with cold water. he greets you as he leans to the counter, kisses you hello and gives you a smile.

"are you hungry?" he asks.

you shake your head. "coffee?"

he already knew you would ask for more coffee. "there were 3 cups in your room baby, are you sure you want more?"

you nod. "yes but with more milk please."

"you go to the couch, i'll be back."

you listen to his words, go sit on the couch comfortably and pull the soft blanket on you. he comes back with two cups after a few minutes and puts them on coffee table.

he takes you in his arms with motioned movements. it's always the same with him, big arms around you and his scent everywhere. his presence makes you calm down because you know how he'll convince you into the truths you can't see right now.

"am i going too hard on myself?" you ask with a small voice. "are my goals too high for me to reach?"

he gently takes your hand and kisses the back of it. "no, my love. i don't think your goals are too high for you to reach. i believe you can achieve anything you want, however you want."

"you do?"

"of course i do. you're my perfect girl, remember? you know it's normal to have breakdowns once in a while. you've been through them before and there's no reason for you to fail right now."

you snuggle to his chest. you know he's right and this gives you a chance to breathe without your heart clenching with anxiety.

"thank you." you say with a soft voice.

he kisses your forehead before answering. "there's no need to thank me. you know i'll be here for you, baby."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond × reader #aemond fluff

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marksbear · 1 year

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Hello! How are you? I’m that anon who asked if you wrote for Richard Madden, that was a long time ago and I’ve thought long and hard about this. I’m finally ready to make a request!

May I please request a Richard Madden x Male Reader, where Richard has low-key a crush on him?

The male reader is a writer (more of a historian), Richard has all his books and has a nerdy heart, he finds the Male reader‘s REALLY hot. He never fails to praise the male reader and his accomplishments whenever he’s asked who his celebrity crush is (which isn’t a surprise for those who know him). His co-stars also tease him a lot about it.

They have never met in parson (not for Richard’s lack of trying. They finally meet on a talk show (rather a chat show). The male reader is there to discuss his newest book and his new documentary series. All trough out, Richard notices how the male reader is rather shy and introverted, trying to engage with him and asking him question (that he totally did not he from nerding over the male reader‘s books..), and being really attentive (complementing the male readers achievements). He even flirts quite a lot with him (which is real by he way, and the audience loves it). Maybe he even asks the male reader for a small little kiss (which he hopes to receive from the shy writer).

I just want something fluffy and flirty. With Richard maybe asking the male reader out after?

(On a totally different topic, I just read that you’re half Brazilian, can you speak Portuguese? If so; that’s awesome! It’s hard finding Portuguese speakers, I’m Portugais btw! Can I be your 🇵🇹 anon?)

Yes! Hey 🇵🇹! Nice to hear from you again my friend! Yes I speak Portuguese! It's like one of the best things I speak. 🇧🇷.

RICHARD MADDEN X SHY WRITER MALE READER

Richard Madden is smiling at the cameras on the Oscar red carpet with his co-stars next to him.

Soon enough fans in the crowd turn their attention to something else or really someone and scream and cheer. "Y/n! Over here!" "Y/n!" "Y/n please!" The crowd shouts as Y/n smiles and waves at them.

Richard couldn't help to stare in awe hopelessly smiling to himself staring at his crush from afar.

Y/n begins to sign posters and books for fans even getting into short conversations with them as well. Y/n had just won multiple Oscars like "Academy Award for Best Director,Academy Award for Best Documentary, Special Achievement Academy Award and much more

Richard's agent finally pulls Richard out of his trance pulling him to an interview.

"How are we doing tonight Richard?" The woman asks earning a sweet smile from Richard. "Doing lovely."

"Great! I gotta say I love the film. Everything about it I loved. Your acting was top tier good job on the work." "Thank you thank you." Richard thanks.

"But I gotta ask. Who do you think looks best tonight?"

"That's easy Y/n L/n. He always looks wonderful. Honestly everything about him is wonderful. His books and documentaries are so outstandingly wonderful. And great on him for winning." Richard answers without hesitation even looking around for the writer.

"Have you two ever met?" The woman asks curiously. "No not yet. But I would love to meet him. He's my biggest role model---" Before Richard could fully answer one of his co-stars from a nearby interview pokes in.

"And his biggest celebrity crush!" Earning a play shove from Richard giving them a playful glare.

"Is that true Richard?" The woman says with a smile. "Guilty. It's true he's my celebrity crush. I find him quite handsome." Richard smiles before saying his goodbyes to the woman before getting pulled away by his co-star.

TIMESKIP

Richard couldn't believe it. Just hours later from Richard gushing about Y/n now hes meeting him for the first time.

Richard is in the dressing room getting ready for about the seventh time trying to make sure he looks perfect.

While brushing his hair someone knocks on the door. "Mr Madden! You're on." Richard gives himself one more look in the mirror before getting up leaving the dressing room and walking with the assistant.

As the interviewer introduces Richard he could see Y/n already in his seat smiling at the crowd. "Richard Madden everybody!" Jimmy Fallon shouts as on cue Richard Madden walks out smiling and waving at the crowd.

Richard shakes hands with Jimmy giving him a small hello before turning to Y/n who is standing shyly looking at Richard. Richard says hello to Y/n even giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Now Jimmy is giving Richard all his attention not even asking Y/n any more questions or getting any feedback. Y/n was his own little world being the introvert he is. Of course Richard is quick to notice from not hearing his crush talk. Richard gives Y/n a few glances before finally speaking up whispering into his ear.

"Y/n are you always this cute and shy?" Earning Y/n to blush and a small smile to appear on his lips.

"Y/n. What first expired you first to start doing documentaries and writing?" Richard asks out loud this time to include Y/n in the interview.

"U-uhm. Well my first book was about the history of sharks when I was only eleven... As when I got older I started to study more and more about history then I-I started to write about the human revolution, the earth and it's entire history, space, animals, crime and prison and now my latest documentary the truth of Hollywood." Y/n rambles on cutely.

"Could you tell us more about the truth of Hollywood?" Richard asks moving his arm around Y/n's chair bringing him closer.

"Well- It's about the truth about Hollywood. Like what is Hollywood doing to all these actors and actresses controlling their everyone move like much they eat, how they talk and so much more more. It's just me voicing my concerns and just overall exposing them." Y/n says getting cheers and screams from the crowd.

"After this what is next?" Richard asks with a wink already knowing what Y/n is making next. "I'm writing a book of love. About what love is and what it means to the human race and other organisms." Y/n answers timidly.

"So basically he's making a book about us." Richard flirts earning Y/n to blush and shy away from him.

"Y/n. I honestly never imagined you to be so shy." Jimmy teases earning Y/n to be even more shy. "In your writings and documentaries you sound so confident and such a badass, but in real life you're a shy introverted guy!"

Before Y/n could respond Richard says something first. "He's a shy guy with over the three biggest Oscar nominations, worlds best writer award of the year two times in a row, five times Nobel prize winner." Richard praises the audience to roar with cheer.

"In overall he's a beautiful creative man that I think i'm in love with." Richard flirts.

For the rest of the talk show Richard is flirting with Y/n anytime he gets alongside praising him for his work.

With the interview gets to an end Richard asks Y/n one more question. "Y/n I have one more question. Could I get a small kiss?" Once those words fall out of Richard's mouth Y/n smiles uncontrollably blushing covering his face.

The audience begins to chant "kiss him!" over and over again until they get what they want and Jimmy.

Finally Y/n moves his hands away facing Richard mumbling a "fine..." Y/n and Richard move in closer and closer. Y/n is the one who closes the distance pressing a soft kiss on Richard's lips. Richard melts into the kiss for a while before pulling away with the biggest smile on his face.

Richard moves his hand onto Y/n's holding it tightly. Y/n and Richard smile at the audience. While Jimmy begins to end the show.

"And thank you to the newly couple Y/n L/n and Richard Madden everybody!"

THE END

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sequinsmile-x · 7 months

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Promises

They've been called away on a case just before Halloween, and Emily just hopes they get back home in time so she can see the costume her daughter has kept secret from her for weeks.

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Hi friends,

Happy Halloween!

As promised here is your final Halloween themed fic from me this year. It is soft and sweet and will rot your teeth just like Halloween candy!!

I really hope you like this, please let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: Pregnancy

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Emily groans as she settles down on the seat next to her husband, her head thudding dully on the headrest. They were the first to the jet and were waiting for the others to arrive so Penelope could brief them all at once, a case in Montana pulling them all from their comfortable beds too early on a cold October morning.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, looking up at her from his paperwork.

“Yeah,” she huffs out, sounding anything but as she crosses her arms over her chest, “It’s just if we don’t get this case solved in the next couple of days we’ll miss Halloween,” she says, smiling sadly as she looks up at him and shrugs, “It’s the first year Violet really understands it all. It sucks.”

The four-year-old had been talking about Halloween for weeks. Excited about her costume that she refused to tell Emily anything about, claiming it was a surprise that she’d only let Aaron and Jessica in on. For once her husband stood strong in keeping this from her, something he’d not achieved when he proposed or in the lead-up to her ‘surprise’ birthday party just a few weeks ago. Whenever she tried to get it out of him, only half serious herself because she knew how important it was to her little girl that she was surprised on the day, he’d simply smile and kiss her cheek, whispering against her skin that she’d find out soon.

He sighs sympathetically and wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her closer, “I know, baby,” he says, turning his head to kiss her temple, “Hopefully we’ll make it back in time and keep our promise, but Jess said she’d take plenty of photos if we don’t.”

Jessica was as much of an aunt to Violet as she was to Jack from the very start. She was totally bowled over by the little girl just as everyone who had ever met her was, and Violet loved her Aunt Jessie, a wide smile on her face whenever she found out she’d be spending time with her. It made Emily feel better, any guilt she felt about leaving her daughter when she went to work was slightly eased by the fact she was with someone who loved her and someone she loved in return.

Emily hums as she leans into his side, “I know, it just…” she drifts off and blows out a breath.

“It sucks,” he finishes for her, repeating her earlier words, mirroring her smile when it breaks across her face. He leans in to kiss her, stamping his lips against hers before he pulls back to look at her and places his palm on her still flat belly, “How are you feeling?”

She was only 10 weeks along, and the joy she’d felt when the pregnancy test came back positive hadn’t faded at all. They’d struggled to get pregnant this time around, something that had happened quickly with Violet taking time Emily was worried they didn’t have, the sound of her biological clock getting louder with every month that passed. When it finally happened, two bright pink lines staring up at her, she didn’t quite believe it and she’d cried so loudly Aaron had heard her through the closed bathroom door.

No one else knew apart from the kids who they had only just told. At first, they’d wanted to keep it just between the two of them, but the morning sickness had come on quickly. Unrelenting as just about everything upset her stomach, forcing them to tell Jack and Violet they were going to have a sibling so they were no longer worried about her mother being sick all the time. Violet didn’t understand much beyond the fact she was having a brother or sister, something she was excited about, but Emily expected a lot of her excitement came from being part of the secret just between the four of them.

She groans, “I feel like shit,” she grumbles, “I don’t remember it being this bad with Vi.”

He hums, “Well, you are a few years-”

He’s cut off as she covers his mouth with her hand, her eyebrow raised as she looks at him, “If you call me old in any way you’re never having sex again.”

Aaron clears his throat, stopping himself from saying that she’d never stick to that threat, that she always wanted him as much as he wanted her because he knows it’s not a good idea. Instead, he kisses her palm and then removes her hand from his face.

“Would you like me to go make you some peppermint tea?” He asks, hiding a small smile as he kisses her knuckles, “I put the teabags you like in my go-bag.”

She smiles and hums, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He kisses her before he stands up, shuffling past her as she puts her legs out in the aisle to give him room, not sure her stomach could handle standing up.

“Don’t call me cute,” he says as he disappears behind the curtain separating the main section of the jet from the kitchenette.

Her retort is interrupted as Derek steps onto the jet, his face screwed up in mock disgust as he replies, “Please don’t call him cute,” he says, slumping into the seat opposite Emily, “Especially before I’ve had my coffee.”

Emily chuckles, “I’d apologise, but we both know I wouldn’t mean it.”

He shakes his head at her, “What did I interrupt anyway?”

She presses her lips together to stop her smile from spreading, her hand on her stomach obscured by the table between them. She was excited to tell her friends, the people she considered her family, but she also still wanted to keep it a secret for a couple more weeks. She raises her eyebrow at him, and her eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Are you sure you want to know?” She asks suggestively, laughing when he shivers and stands up, shaking his head at her.

“I don’t know why I asked,” he grumbles as he disappears behind the curtain too, leaving Emily alone for a moment.

She laughs to herself and rubs her belly again before letting her hand fall to her lap. Her phone vibrates in her pocket and she pulls it out, smiling when she sees she has a text message from Jessica. She opens it and feels a surge of love rush through her, chased by guilt that snaps at her heels.

The message is a picture of Jack and Violet, their arms wrapped around each other, still wearing the fall-themed pjyamas she’d sent them to bed in the night before. Jessica had captioned the picture, making it the first of what Emily knew would be countless updates over the next couple of days until they made it home.

Missing you already, Mommy!

She blows out a breath as she types out a response and puts her phone down, desperate for the others to arrive, for the jet to leave. The sooner they left the sooner they’d get home, and the more likely they would be home in time for Halloween.

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They make it.

It feels like nothing short of a miracle, a feeling more well-placed for Christmas than Halloween, when they walk through their front door just before when they are due to go trick-or-treating. Jack runs straight at them the moment they step into the house, the large pumpkin costume he’d insisted on not impeding him at all.

“Mom, Dad, you’re home!” He says, running and attempting to throw his arms around Aaron, but is stopped by his inflatable costume.

“Look at you, buddy,” Aaron says, ruffling his son’s hair, “You look amazing.”

“I want to wear it all the time!” He says enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement and Emily chuckles, cupping his chin and wiping some chocolate from his face.

“We’ll see if you feel the same way when it comes to going to the bathroom, sweetie,” she says, smiling when she looks down to see his feet are still bare, “Or putting your shoes on, why don’t you go give it a go so we can head out soon?”

Jack nods, already turning and running back towards the stairs, his arms balancing on his costume as he goes.

“Call for us if you need any help,” Aaron yells after him, shaking his head lovingly when the only response he gets is a wave of Jack’s hand. He crosses Jessica on the stairs who smiles at them when she makes it to the ground floor.

“I am so pleased you made it back in time,” she says, walking over and pulling them both into quick hugs, “Vi is almost ready,” she says as she pulls back, “She was insistent on putting the finishing touches together herself.”

Aaron wraps his arm around his wife and squeezes her hip, “She’s been stubborn since the day she was born,” he says, tugging Emily closer, a wry smile on his face as he does so, “Not sure where she gets it from.

“You.”

Emily and Jessica reply in unison, both of them laughing as their eyes meet and Aaron sighs, trying to suppress his smile as he shakes his head.

“I wonder if there’s a book on what to do when your ex-wife's sister and your wife become friends.”

Emily makes a fake sympathetic nose and reaches up to pat his cheek, “I doubt it, honey, maybe you could write it?”

“I’m ready!” Violet calls from the top of the stairs, cutting off the conversation, and Emily can just about see her shoes from where she’s standing, a plain black pair of sneakers she usually only wore to pre-school. She steps forward, excited to see her daughter after a couple of days away.

“Hi sweet girl, I missed-”

“No Mommy you have to close your eyes,” she demands, not moving, her voice surprisingly stern for a four-year-old. Emily turns to look at her husband who shrugs, a knowing smile on her face that makes her want to kiss him and hit him in equal measure. She rolls her eyes before closing them, turning her body back to face the stairs.

“Okay, my eyes are closed.”

There’s a moment of silence before Violet responds, “Daddy?”

Emily feels Aaron’s hand at her waist as he steps next to her, his hand once against squeezing her hip, “Her eyes are closed, princess.”

“Only a kid that is half you would be such a stickler for the rules,” Emily mumbles just loud enough for him and Jessica to hear her, the other woman’s laughter drowned out by Violet’s loud footsteps on the hardwood stairs.

Emily always wondered how someone so small could make so much noise. How such tiny feet, feet she’d once only felt from the inside, kicks that had once kept her up at night, could thunder against the ground like she was five times her size. It makes her stomach flip as she thinks about going through it all again, how much she already loved the baby she hadn’t met yet. Violet’s steps come to an end when she reaches the ground floor and the house briefly falls into silence.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” She asks, and she feels Aaron hold her slightly tighter as their daughter replies.

“Open your eyes, Mommy!”

The moment she does she understands why this has been kept secret from her for so long. Violet’s costume is made up of a pair of her own dark jeans, a red shirt and one of Emily’s blazers, so big it’s almost drowning her, the sleeves going way past her hands even though they are rolled up. Her usually unruly hair was straightened and styled with a middle part and tucked behind her ears to keep it out of her face. She has a small amount of make-up on, including slightly uneven lipstick, the part she assumes Violet insisted on doing herself.

To top it all off, she’s wearing a homemade FBI badge with her picture on it, pinned to the lapel of Emily’s blazer.

“I’m you, Mommy!” Violet says proudly, her smile wide, and Emily has to blow out a breath in a failed attempt to stop herself from crying. She tells herself it’s her pregnancy hormones but she knows it’s not true, that this would have reduced her to tears no matter what.

She crouches down and opens up her arms, wrapping them tightly around her little girl as she throws herself at her, “You look so pretty, sweetheart,” she says as she pulls back to look at her, wiping her thumb under her lip to even out the lipstick. Violet frowns at her, an expression that is all Aaron.

“Of course I do, I’m you,” she replies, her voice so serious that Emily has to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing.

“Mom, I need help with my shoes,” Jack calls from upstairs, making all three adults in the room exchange a knowing look.

“I’m coming, honey,” Emily replies, picking up Violet and settling her on her hip as she goes, “Come on Agent Hotchner, let’s go help your brother put on his shoes.”

Aaron smiles as he watches his girls go up the stairs and he makes a mental note to take as many photos of them together as he can, well aware that this is a memory Emily will love to look back on with fondness, no matter how embarrassed Violet might be by the time she’s a teenager. He looks over at Jessica and his smile fades when he sees how she is looking at him, a glint to her smile that had only meant trouble for him since back when she was just his girlfriend’s annoying 12-year-old sister.

“What?” He asks, narrowing his eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“We had some…interesting moments when it came to Vi’s costume.”

He frowns, his hands on his hips as he tries to read her, “What do you mean interesting?”

“Well,” she says, stepping closer, her smile only getting wider, “I had to talk her down from shoving a cushion from the couch up her shirt.”

Aaron’s eyes go wide, and he sees the excitement and joy peeking out from beneath Jessica’s teasing, her smile only getting bigger as he realises what’s happened. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” she says, nodding, “Apparently her Mommy has a baby in her belly and Vi knows that means she’s going to get fat just like her friend from school’s mom did when she had her little brother,” she shrugs nonchalantly, “She wanted her costume to be accurate.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, “She kept the Emily costume secret for weeks, but this she spills in a matter of days.”

Jessica finally breaks and she laughs as she pulls him into a hug, “She’s excited to be a big sister,” she says as he hugs her back, squeezing him once more before she steps back, “Congratulations, Aaron. I’m happy for you. Haley would be too.”

He smiles, the mention of his ex-wife now something that only brought up good memories, not the traumatic ones it had done for years, “Thank you.”

Jessica smiles at him, “You kept your promise.”

He looks up the stairs as he hears Jack’s bedroom door open and smiles as his family start to walk down the stairs, the kids in their costumes and Emily still in her work clothes, listening intently as Jack talks to her about his day. He clears his throat as he looks back at Jessica, unsurprised to see the same tears he was failing to push back shining in her eyes too.

“Yeah,” he replies, nodding as he looks at his family, “I did.”

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is-nini · 9 months

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Tignari x Fairy! Reader

↬❀ℰ𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊❀↫

Kingdom au!

I am aware there are much fixing and improvements especially with the fact that enchanted is used alot 😔 but I sincerely hope you enjoy this!

'There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place'

"welcome to the party, I do hope everyone enjoy they're stay"

Tighnari's voice echoed throughout the beautiful ballroom. For the guests who are attending the ball, it is such an honour to be attending the Avidya ball but for Tighnari, it's just another way for people to make a name for themselves, after all this would be a very publicized party.

A clap rang through the ballroom as Tignari finished his opening speech. He walks down the stairs while greeting the people who came up to him, congratulating him for his achievement as the next ruler for the kingdom.

'Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face'

Of course his eyes are not focusing on the people around him, rather he is looking for a particular way to escape this party. "My apologies, if you'll excuse me, I have a matter to attend to". Everyone immediately bow and a hushed sorry and of course pours out as they make way for him.

As Tighnari finally reached the balcony door, he stopped for a while to look at the beautiful surroundings. He walked towards the side of the balcony, revealing a beautiful staircase with vines surrounding it that seemed to blend with the surrounding tree. The staircase leads to the forest immediately.

'All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you'

Tignari was walking but he stopped, seeing someone else taking his spot. A glimpse of a beautiful pair of translucent wings that seems to glimpse under the moonlight. Tignari knows any type of wing that belongs to a bug.. but this one is different because it is attached to someone.

You played with the clear water from the pond, splashing around without a care, the cloak that you usually use just lays near one of the trees. You are one of the few lasting fairy remaining in Teyvat. Most of your history is buried under the ground but it's best to not dig it up for now.

'Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me'

Your body jolts when you hear a footstep behind you. You turn your head to see a man with a long ear, a feature you are familiar with that linked him to the Avidya Kingdom. You stare at him, as your body froze. When he takes a step you immediately go to fight or flight mode.

Tighnari noticed this and so he decided to immediately say something "hello, uh.. I.. do not have intention to hurt you". His calming voice makes you falter abit but you immediately tense up when he walked slowly towards your cloak "I suppose this is yours?" He took the cloak as he walked towards you, eyes full of curiosity and interest. You take it slowly from his hand and stay still as you hold the cloak close to your chest.

'The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy'

Tighnari pulled out his hand and offered it to you "My name is Tighnari, what's yours?". You look at him with skepticism but decide to go along with it.. afterall it has been quite a while since you made a friend. "I am y/n" you shake his hand back with much caution before pulling your hand away.

As Tignari tries to look for a topic- anything just to make you feel much more comfortable while you play with the hem of your folded cloak in your arms, looking back at him, mirroring the same curious glint in your eyes. "His majesty Tighnari? I thought you were crowned tonight… what are you doing outside the castle?". Tighnari is quite taken back, you know his status? Have you been living amongst humans without his knowledge? How much do you know? So many questions ran through his mind but those questions can be asked later "The ceremony is done, the only thing going now is the celebration but the guests are just enjoying themselves".

You smile at him after breaking eye contact "shouldn't you be attending to the guest?" You asked with the slight hint of teasing in your tone. He shakes his head and clears his throat "it's the same with me or without me. I would rather enjoy other… places to be in". His eyes locked on yours when he trails off on his words. You let out a little giggle before looking down towards the ground "you're not scared of being cursed by a roaming fairy?".

For a while Tighnari caught on to your teasing and let go a small ghost smile "No, I am not aware.. Perhaps a certain Fairy could teach me how to be more.. cautious?". You pull your head up again to look at him and feign a contemplating look "Perhaps.. with one condition..". The place is quiet, with the only source of music coming from the castle in a muffled noise that you can barely make out the word for " Perhaps if a certain human is willing to teach me they're ways.. I might consider helping you". You know you don't need to clarify yourself when you see the man before you smile and say "Consider it done".

'And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you'

Everynight. Same place, same time the two of you would always meet each other, exchanging information, topics or personal interest. You have always known humans love to have things that they don't have. They are thirsty for the unknown and Tighnari is no different.. but what made him stand out is that he still cherishes you and your boundaries. Perhaps this is what makes you stay and talk to him. The way his eyes look at you doesn't seem hostile.

Tighnari would be lying if he said he's not scared but after that encounter on that one night, he can't seem to get enough of your presence. Sassy but classy is what he might call you.

'This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you'

Today is another ball for the Avidya Kingdom. A ball celebrating the 6th month of being the leader. People are happy with the way Tighnari leadership develops. Strict but with kindness. Of course Tighnari knew that his party would just be everyone's time to make a connection so what better way to spend time other than spending it with you.

"Out again Tighnari?" You smile as you see him getting close towards you "Of course. It's the usual no?" He counters back as he takes a seat beside you. You look at the castle peeking behind the thick trees. "Hm, the music is louder than usual" you noted out loud. Tighnari saw the same reflection in your eye when he first met you, you are looking at his castle with curiosity now.

You stare at the castle with longing as you imagine how the ball is. Women with beautiful dresses, gentlemen with dashing suits. "What does it feel like to dance until the song ends?" You wonder out loud before focusing back to Tighnari. His eyes ponder for a bit before he suddenly stands up, startling you. His hand stretches out towards you before saying

"Would you like to know?"

No other words needed to be exchanged as you took his hand. On that night everything is magical, the sound of the music blasting from the castle and the beautiful dance that is guided by the majesty himself.

As the song slowly came to an end, his hand stayed on your hips and your hand stayed on his shoulder. The two of you look at eachother eyes deeply with no words exchanged as the two of you sway back and forth to the beat of your feet. "You're a very good teacher, your majesty. It's a shame that this has to end" you smile at him, looking deep into his eyes.

"It has to end? Are you sure? I am the majesty. If I haven't ended it, it won't end" he smiled back at you, making your cheeks flush red as you look down towards your feet. "There are no more songs to dance to" you mumbled.

Tighnari cups your face with one of his hands. The sudden act of fearlessness is shocking coming from him. "A dance doesn't have to be Accompanied by a song" he stroked your cheek with his thumb for a while. "Music is important, yes, but the most important factor of a dance is the person who accompanies you".

Your eyes and his eyes shimmer under the moonlight as the both of your face closing up on eachother. "Then can we not end the dance now please?" You whisper. Tighnari doesn't have any intention of saying no so as his face closes the distance by itself he lets out a very soft yet happy "Yes" as the two of you seal the deal with a kiss. You hug his neck, pulling him closer to your embrace while he pulls your hips closer to you.

Tighnari was the first one to pull out of the kiss. Although he stopped, his eyes are still landing sternly on you. "Anything for my fairy" he said before diving back down for a kiss from you.

That night ended with him proposing that you stay in his castle whenever you'd like. As such in a classic fairy tale ending you live with him upon the beautiful castle that you once curious about.

Of course, people needed to know about your upcoming as a fairy but that thought can wait. For now you and Tighnari just drown in the enchanted moments.

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Playlist Analysis: #7 - Pale Blue Eyes

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#7. Pale Blue Eyes – The Velvet Underground

This is a Crowley song.

Overview:

I mentioned previously that Neil has said that in Season 2, Crowley’s favorite song changed from I’ll Be Your Mirror to Pale Blue Eyes. I hadn’t heard it before so I went and listened and my heart broke again.

The song describes a person in love with their best friend. The singer loves them but there are barriers to their being together. They seem to have poor communication skills, they are opposites in many ways, the blue-eyed one is in a relationship and the singer encourages them to sin.

So let’s talk about placement in the list. I think this fits best, both in sound and poetic tone, in a post-kiss world. It’s a season 2 song so it must succeed the season 1 songs, and if I’m honest, I imagine the lingering on those pale blue eyes as what happened between the kiss and the forgiveness. Most of this song exists during Aziraphale’s heartbreaking, stuttering brain reboot.

Lyrics:

Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just Make me mad

Do I even need to explain this first verse? We see Aziraphale cause Crowley to experience each of these emotions, all the time, in both seasons. They bicker so much and every spat comes back around to more happiness, sorrow, and anger. These two really need to grow. David said something to the effect of, “Crowley loves Aziraphale too and it’s very frustrating for him.”

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

After the botched confession, when Crowley dons his sunglasses, he’s stopped listening. The wall is up. He still stops when Aziraphale asks him to, but he’s done with the conversation. He faces Aziraphale but his gaze is clearly not really on him, and the second he mentions heaven again, Crowley turns his face away too. But after all the hurtful words from them both, and that last act, that desperate, pain-filled kiss, Crowley stares at him straight on, lingering on Aziraphale’s pale blue eyes, hoping he’ll change his mind.

Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep I've had but couldn't keep

I don’t think it’s healthy to mark one’s pinnacle according to another, but I certainly understand the feeling. So many of us have feelings of inadequacy or at least self-consciousness; to look at the being you love more than anything and know they don’t look down on you, they see you as worthy. That can feel like the achievement of a lifetime. The best that things will ever get for you. How thrilling to be at the top! But you can't stay at the top unless you die up there. “Nothing lasts forever.” Crowley has lost so much. His angelhood, his refuge, his best friend, his car (restored, but the loss was still experienced), his authority, his flat. Aziraphale is the last, unthinkable thing to add to the list of everything Crowley has had that’s been taken away.

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

Because of the sunglasses, we can’t really see just how often Crowley gazes at Aziraphale, but those shades don’t hide everything, sir.

When he knows he’s about to lose Aziraphale, he lingers on those eyes from behind that dark barrier and, doubtless, through a wall of tears.

If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me

“He’s far too pure of heart to be anybody’s ‘bit on the side’.” Aziraphale’s purity of heart has to be one of the things that both attracts Crowley to him and drives him crazy. But his purity isn’t like the Goodness™ of the other angels. That’s why Crowley has chosen to be a reflection of Aziraphale (see my analysis of I’ll Be Your Mirror for relative context). He sees Aziraphale’s true self and reflects it. Aziraphale already is in the mirror Crowley puts in front of himself. But due to their misunderstandings at the end of season 2, he must feel like there’s something innately wrong with this reflection. He was so sure they were reflecting each other in that mirror, but everything went wrong.

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

The chorus repeated evokes to me that all of these are the kinds of thoughts going through Crowley’s mind after the kiss.

Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup

Skipping something, avoiding it. Fidgeting with something: a leaf that fell on your coat, or a receipt you found in your pocket. Refusing to start that uncomfortable conversation during which you know you won’t ever bring yourself to look at the other person. Tearing the object up among your anxiety, and stuffing what remains into your empty paper cup because you know that ignoring whatever unpleasantness is nearly boiling over will buy you one extra bitter day of holding on to that thing you just can’t let go of.

She said, "Money is like us in time It lies, but can't stand up Down for you is up"

The currency of life, the score we keep, the tally of Good™ and Evil™ deeds Heaven and Hell are keeping track of, can’t stand up to scrutiny. It’s arbitrary and Aziraphale knew it in Eden. Crowley heard him say, not in so many words, that giving away his sword was the right thing to do. Aziraphale agonized over it but he did it anyway. And he chose to save Job’s children because it was right, and while knowing it was Evil™. Crowley and Aziraphale are reflections. They appear to do things differently - left is right, down is up - but the result is the same.

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

Crowley is still waiting through the confusion and the hurt for Aziraphale to change his mind. To say, “Great pustulent mangled bollocks to the Great blasted Plan!” But instead, he gets, “I forgive you.”

It was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves, you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sin

Aziraphale always appears to be on the side of Heaven, but he almost always gives into Crowley’s temptations. He wants to! The kiss is one of a scant few of Crowley’s temptations that we see Aziraphale resist; and he struggles with it. He feels obligated to maintain his commitment to the side of Good™, much like Nina feels obligated to maintain her commitment to Lindsay, but there’s something else Aziraphale truly desires. And our sweet cherub sneaks off to cheat on Heaven with a demon all the damn time. It’s a sin, but not in that it’s a transgression against the Almighty. It’s not a sin that he’s betraying Heaven’s rules to follow his heart. It’s a sin that he’s been forced into this situation. It’s a sin that a being of love is being told not to love. It’s a sin that Crowley was cast out in the first place.

Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes

After that whole disaster, Crowley still lingers. Waiting for his love. Saying with his presence that it’s not too late. Looking into his pale blue eyes before Aziraphale finally boards the elevator and waiting until it’s really gone. He then looks to Nina - the Aziraphale analog - BEFORE looking to Maggie - his analog.

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#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #brain rot #music analysis #i spent a normal amount of time on this #therapy for good omens 2 #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce

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fallenlightsif · 1 year

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ROs theme songs????

Not exactly in reference to their romance routes, more their past and character arcs.

Florian: Broken Crown by Mumford & Sons

The mirror shows not, your values are all shot; but oh, my heart was flawed, I knew my weakness

Marcella: Eight by Sleeping at Last

And I'll give all I have, I'll give my blood, give my sweat, an ocean of tears will spill for what is broken; I'm shattered porcelain, glued back together again

E: Last Words of a Shooting Star by Mitsuki

And I am relieved that I'd left my room tidy, they'll think of me kindly when they come for my things; they'll never know how I'd stared at the dark in that room with no thoughts

Ari: This Will End by The Oh Hellos

I will wait for this to end, the back and forth, the battery; for you, at last, to comprehend the kind of love of which I speak

Dimitri: Spirits by The Strumbellas

And I don't want a never-ending life, I just want to be alive while I'm here; and I don't want to see another night, lost inside of lonely life while I'm here

Julian: Angel on Fire by Halsey

‘Cause nobody seems to ask about me anymore and nobody ever cares about anything I think, and nobody seems to recognize me in the crowd, in the background screaming

Orion: Saints by Echos

Why don't you throw me to the wolves? I thought you were one; you were standing there like an angry god, counting out my sins just to cross them off

Rowan: Are You Satisfied? by MARINA

High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free; they say I'm a control freak driven by a greed to succeed

Kira: Gold by EDEN

And if you want you can breathe on your own, this isn't what I thought but it's beautiful; make peace with your mistakes and they'll turn to gold

Cier: Our Way by Canyon City

Look at my face, time's drawing a line, I crossed and I lost where the road divides; but I think I'm gone where I'm going tonight, I still don't know but I hope you'll find me there

Ilaria: Daylight by David Kushner

Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt, this lust is a burden that we both share; two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer; our souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

#answered asks #florian vasil #orion morosov #rowan lozano #e renaud #ilaria thayer #dimitri volkov #ari novik #marcella dumont #julian fortier #kira argyris #cier katsaros

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theaudacitytowrite · 2 years

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Congratulations for the 1k!!!

Sooo for the requests, may I request 39 (Can I hold you...a little longer?), 77 (you're beautiful) and 28 (Please just open the door)

I want it to be extremely angsty, I want this one shot to have me crying rolling on the floor screaming and shaking. Go ham. Make us cry.

Also if possible Jotün loki crumbs? I'd do anything for my boy <3

#39: "Can I just... hold you, a little longer?"

#77: "You're beautiful."

#28: "Please, just open the door."

I finally got to yours! I looked forward to write this one. Ofc this is a continuation to the Jotunheim Saga bc we need a bit of angst and Jotun Loki in it!

Also you didn't have to flatter me to write some Jotun Loki for you... but it helped 😜😘 I hope it’s angsty enough. Not sure if it's cry worthy tho^^

Ruby eyes stared back at him unrelentingly as he observed himself in the mirror only clad in a towel. His hair laid heavy on his shoulders, still wet from the shower.

Loki's jaw clenched as he looked back at his reflection until he couldn't bear the monster in front of him taunting him with its blank stare.

His eyes fell as he let his gaze wander over his dark blue skin, the tips of his fingers and toes almost black as if they were frostbitten. His eyes wandered up his arms until the intricate icy blue markings meandered up his shoulders, connecting on his chest. They looked like they were carved into his flesh, disfiguring his skin. His hand instinctively reached up to trace the fine lines on his chest, his stomach churning at the still unfamiliar sensation. Nausea filled his mind as he recoiled his hand in disgust.

If it wasn’t for this norn forsaken diplomatic visit to his home planet Loki could have gladly gone without having to change into his Jotun Form ever again. But since his Aesir Form would’ve stirred up even more unnecessary challenges he had no other choice than to change into a more acceptable appearance. And even in this abominable body, he had a hard time earning to earn the respect of the Jotun council and its people.

Loki sighed deeply as he ran a hand through his wet curls. He shook his head in defeat. It had been almost three months now and it didn’t seem that he could ever fully accept his heritage nor be accepted here. Soon he would have to leave again and it felt like he hadn't achieved anything at all. He was deep in thought as stared blankly into the mirror.

“Wow... you're beautiful." your gasp made Loki's eyes shoot up, meeting your gaze in the mirror, his eyes wide in horror.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?!” Loki yelled shocked, his hand quickly shooting in your direction. As if on strings your body was pulled out of the room, the door shutting harshly right before your nose.

“I'm so sorry, Loki!” you pressed your palms flat against the door, “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You should've knocked!” he spat against the door.

“I did! I promise!” you felt your throat closing up as you could hear the anger in his voice. You knew his Jotun Form was a delicate topic as he had told you about his aversion because of the tour in the first place.

“You should've never seen this!” Loki tried to snarl but the tremble in his voice gave away the distress he was in.

“I'm so sorry, Loki.” you whispered sheepishly, your hand slowly sliding down the door, "But why shouldn't I see it? What's so bad about it? I saw you just now and nothing happened, did it?"

“Why not? Why not?!” he chanted furiously, his breath got erratic as a maniacal laugh resounded in his room.

“Loki, please just open the door.” you pleaded softly, fearing for his well-being, “Please let me in."

A deathly silence fell over Loki’s room. You were already wondering if he had teleported himself away when a quiet click of the lock echoed through the empty hall. The door opened slowly, Loki’s Aesir figure appearing behind it.

His blue eyes met yours, staring you down as he slowly walked out of his room. With every step he took his skin started to change into a blue hue and the marks appeared on the surface and his blue eyes darkened into a vibrant red.

"’Why not’ you ask.” his normally velvety voice had turned into a husky rasp, “This is not beautiful, Y/N. Far from it. I am a monster."

You gulped hard as he approached you, mirroring him as you took a step backwards every time he stepped forward. You felt like prey in his piercing gaze. Your back hit the cold wall in the hall but Loki’s steady steps didn’t halt. He only stopped when he was towering over you.

“But why do you say that?” you knit your brows doleful, “Loki, you look beautiful, you're not a monster."

“Have you seen my kind?” he snarled bitterly.

“Yes I have.” you nodded your head sternly, “And all I see is a nation that wants to live a normal peaceful life on their home planet. Where is the difference to the Aesir? Where is the difference to us humans?”

“It's different. Jotuns are a brutal nation. Just now I can feel all this rage in my veins." he looked down at his hands horrified.

“Is it really your ancestry or is it your hatred towards Jotuns because of what Odin had told you as a child?” you asked bluntly, ”Loki, they were just tales. Tales to scare children, to make them believe that diversity isn't natural.”

“So you’re not afraid of this?” he asked challenging.

“Of you?” you asked amused, a small nod from him as an answer aching in your heart.

“What is there to be afraid of, Loki? Your beauty?” you looked up at him.

“It’s not pretty.” Loki shook his head, avoiding your gaze.

“You are.” you softly cupped his cheek with your hand, gently urging him to turn back, “Inside and out.”

Loki slowly nodded as he gazed down at you with glassy eyes. Without another word he bent down, slinging his arms around you. You were quick to hug him back.

"Thank you." he breathed into your ear, "I think I needed to hear that."

You were about to pull away, loosening your grip when Loki's suddenly tightened.

"Can I just... hold you, a little longer?” he whispered only over a breath.

"Of course," you chuckled, tightening your embrace again.

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navigatorjin · 2 years

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Chapter II: Flare and Frost

A/N: Our first periodical test just ended, and we have 5 days break to refresh our burnout braincells. I hope y’all got the scores you deserved:)

And by the way, if some of you are confused about the reader’s appearance, I based it off from Chongyun to match the reader’s abilities.

“We’re done with orientation and dorm assignments?” a red headed boy mouthed, voice lacing authority, “All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it’s off with your head!”

“Well, that ceremony is as boring as ever,” a tired yawn erupted from someone with a lion ears, boredom written over his face. “I’m going back to the dorm. If you’re in Savanaclaw House, follow me.”

“New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement,” the boy with glasses said, yet somehow the hidden tone in his voice doesn’t paint the same as his charming face. “As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience.”

“Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony....” A handsome boy spoke. If his ridiculously handsome face can’t make you fall in love, then his honeyed-husky voice sure can.

“Some headmage he is....” A throaty voice remarked from the other side of a floating device.

“Maybe he had a tummy ache?” A boy with red eyes innocently presumed, and as if on cue the large door open comes with a dramatic reveal of their infantile headmaster.

“I most certainly did NOT!” The said headmage walk through the door, followed by someone who looks like out of the world as they mutter something incomprehensible.

“Ah, speak of the devil.”

“If you must know, I was searching for the new students who'd failed to show for orientation,” Crowley crossed his arms unimpressed at the students’ impression of him before dragging the person beside him, they did not failed to notice how the person’s icy blue eyes pierce through their headmaster’s soul who merely shrugged it off. “You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, be quick about it. I’ll watch your weasel.”

“Arguing with stubborn old people isn’t my forte. Respectfully, shut the fuck up.” The person grumbled, a silent groan bubbling on their throat as they begrudgingly complied.

“State thy name.”

“I’m [Name].”

“[Name]...” The Dark Mirror repeated. “The nature of thy soul is.....” There was a deafening silence until it spoke again: “..... Unclear to me.”

“What did you say?”

“I sense a tremendous amount of magical power from this one—no, rather, I sense a strange otherworldly elemental power from this one. But their soul.... Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Utterly vacant. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.”

‘Their...?’ A confused hum left [Name]’s lips. ‘Err.. I mean, it’s just my soul that this... mirror... looked at not my gender, right? ... Right?’ It doesn’t matter what gender [Name] was confused as, for she knows well enough how much she looks and acts like a boy herself.

“What do you mean elemental power and not magical power?” The headmage questioned, a clear and visible rage and confusion lacing his tone, “That is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence!” He voiced out, loosening his grasp on the háozi, “But how could this be...”

“Mmmph! Nnnrgggh!” A gurgle of incomprehensible muffled sounds bubbling from the háozi left everyone staring at him, loud gasp escaping his mouth as the whip binding him was left hanging by the hip of the headmaster, “ME! Let me have this student’s seat!”

“Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!”

“Unlike that human, I have and can use magic! So let me be a student here!” He exclaimed, his taunting smirk widening. “Look, I’ll show you! My spells’re the cat’s meow!”

“Everyone get down!”

“Myaaaaaah!”

[Name] is confused, to say the least. First, she was standing there having an identity crisis. And the second she came back from her world of thought, the whole room is already flooded in a sea of blue flames. Chaos settling down in the burning room, much to [Name]’s dismay.

“AHHHHH! Help! I’m on fire over here!”

A shaky breath escaped [Name]’s lips as she watch everything fall apart. The screams and the cries of help fell silent to her ears.

She could almost swear that by the time everything is over, she will be a mess of a puddle.

“Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze!” The headmage ushered, telling them to be quick, but seriously? Can’t he do it himself?

“Ugh, can I go now, or...?”

“Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. Go and help yourself to that plump little morsel!”

“Too much effort. Do it yourself,” ‘Mood.’

“Allow me to handle this, headmage Crowley,” the same guy with glasses interject with his charming smile, but [Name] saw it through his facade. “If none of you are up to the task of catching the small animal, I will accept the responsibility.”

“WTG Azul. Rackin’ up those participation credits.”

“Hey, uhm, my butt’s still on fire... Could someone maybe put this out?!”

“I’m sorry, were my instructions unclear?!” The headmage demanded, much to everyone’s dismay.

The lion-eared boy sighed, “Preeeetty sure you can handle catching one mangy weasel all on your lonesome there, headmage.”

“How many times do I gotta say it?!” Said weasel yelled, “I’m Grim, spellcaster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!”

“Aren’t you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind....?” The boy with glasses, Azul, ushered to the red headed boy next to him.

“Furry miscreant. I will abide no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand.”

It was a pure silence, excluding the sound of someone asking for help because their butt is on fire, until a sound of something cracking erupted.

Hold up, did they just heard something snapped...?

“Ugh... Dealing with a mess I’m not even a part of is the toughest thing.”

As if the Great Seven heed their calls, the room’s temperature gradually turned below the average temperature of earth. Something soft and cold rain down the burning room, immediately distinguishing the flames.

Icicles forming and snow raining, such a magnificent field magic indeed.

“Much better...” [Name]’s body temperature returned to normal again, well at least something she could deem normal from the actual normal temperature of human body.

Riddle stared in awe for a moment, snapping out of his thoughts after realizing the reason why he’s dealing with this fucked up ceremony in the first place. Pointing his pen at the háozi, he chanted:

“Off with your head!”

“MYAH?! What are you doing?!” The weasel, who's name is ‘Grim’ as to what [Name] remembered, stuttered out, a heart-shaped collar locked around his neck.

“The Queen of Hearts’ Rule 23: “One must never bring a cat to a formal affair,” the redhead said, still keeping his neutral face. “Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately.”

“But I ain’t a cat either!” Grim exclaimed, paws clenching on the collar as if trying to burn it down but to no avail. “Don’t you try’n collar me! I’ll burn it right off! Huh....? W-what gives? My fire ain’t workin’!”

“Until I deign to remove that collar, you won’t be using any magic. You’re naught but a pet cat now.”

“M-meoWHAT?!” He shouted in disbelief, “I ain’t nobody’s pet—NOTHING!”

“Oh, you’ve nothing to worry about there. I certainly have no interest on having you as a pet.”

‘Dang...,’ The light blue haired girl internally winced as she let out a small, quiet snort.

“The collar will disappear once you’re removed from campus,” The Heartslabyul’s housewarden explained.

“Ha-HA! Good show as always, Riddle. Your signature spell locks down any magic. It's quite handy. I’ve just got to have it—ah, I mean, I just got to respect for it,” the Octavinelle's housewarden’s soft voice echoed, his eyes were closed but she could feel the greed oozing from it even without looking.

‘Well, isn’t this just lovely...’ [Name] sarcastically commented in her mind.

“Was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar?” The birdman interjected, looking at the light blue haired student in utter disappointment.

“Sir, actually, I do not own a familiar,” [Name] answered, pinching the bridge of her nose in pure irritation . “Heck I didn’t even know a talking animal exist!”

“Now discipline your—what’s that?! It isn’t yours?”

“I’ve told you repeatedly that that wasn’t mine!”

“Oh... Is that so?” Crowley muttered before composing himself once again to avoid an ungracious embarrassment. “Then I shall have it expelled from campus. I shall even spare it from being serve as a dinner,” he mouthed before turning to someone, “My, but I am kind.... Someone take this away, please.”

“Noooooo! Let me gooooo!” The weasel struggled. “You fools better remember my name! ‘Cause I’m gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!”

That was his last word before he was thrown out of the campus.

“I feel kind of sorry for him,” [Name] muttered, not loud enough for the bird man to hear.

“Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation has concluded,” Crowley declared.

‘I want to sleep... I still have to restock my fridge,’

“Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms,” he ordered, but stopped immediately. “... Hm? Come to think of it, I don’t see housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere.”

“And that surprises you? Dude’s a total recluse.”

‘Damn... I feel bad whoever this Draconia guy is.’

“Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?” The same boy with red eyes spoke.

“If you’re that worried about him missing out, maybe you should’ve told him yourself.”

“Maybe, but I don’t know him well either...”

Then the whispering continued again.

“Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?”

“So it’s true? He really does go to school here?”

"Yikes."

“Ah, just as I’d expected,” a boy with deep voice spoke contrasting his body stature.

‘Man, this guy would certainly have competition with Xiao in the longest emo phase moments.’

“I figured I’d come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance. But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony.”

“You have my sincerest apologies. I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub,” Azul ‘apologized’.

‘I don’t know what’s going on and I simply don’t want to know.’

“I mean, you must admit, he’s not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with,” Riddle commented.

“No matter,” the deep voiced male interjected.“"All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn’t sulk about this...” He ushered, whispering the last sentence.

Not long after, the students leave the Chamber by group, the only ones left were Crowley, [Name] and the Dark Mirror if you counted it.

“Well, [Name]. This is a most unfortunate turn of events,” he spoke.

‘No shit Sherlock,’ [Name] only deadpan at his obviousness.

“I’m afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven College after all,” He said with a slight frown on his face—how did she even see it through his mask. “Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student who isn’t suitable for any dorm, even if you possesses such power.”

‘I didn’t even wanted to attend this fucked up academy of yours’

“But, worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home,” he reassured the female who only nodded in response. “Now, step into a gate, and visualize the place from whence you come from.”

And so, she did, ‘What a long dream this was.’

Visualizing the bountiful country that lies in the east of Teyvat. Mountains stand tall and proud alongside the stone forest, that, together with the open plains and lively rivers, make up Liyue’s bountiful landscape, which shows its unique beauty through each of the four seasons.

The thousands of lanterns ascending into the night sky every year during Lantern Rite, an event one can not afford to miss. And so on.

“O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!”

Silence....

It was an awkward silence until Crowley break it with a light cough on his fist, “L-let us, er... Try again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul—”

“There is no such place.”

“What?” “I beg your fucking pardon?”

“There is no place in this world where this soul belongs,” The Dark Mirror blankly blurted. “None.”

“How can that be?” Crowley drop his hand over his forehead in such a dramatic way. “My, but today is veritable cavalcade of impossible phenomena!”

“....”

[Name] could only sigh for the nth time this day, ‘Give me a break please... An eternal break would suffice.’

“This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am at something of a loss,” he mumbled, loud enough for the ice-blue eyed female to hear before looking back at her. “Tell me: From what land do you hail?”

“Sure. I’m from the country of Liyue.”

Putting his thumb and index finger below his chin, he hummed, “I’m afraid I am not familiar with such a place,” he said. “I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet.... This mysterious homeland of your eludes me. Let us go to the library and look it up, shall we?”

The female groaned before nodding her head, what can she do anyway?

‘Whoever is watching me from above, please take the air out of my lungs and put me out of my misery...’

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11 | Unlike You

Series: A Zombie's Serenity

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

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"Zed, wait." I catch him outside in the hall.

"I lost the election." He turns to me as I walk up to him.

"I know." I sigh as Eliza comes out. "Look, but the problem is you lost yourself first." She looks at his poster next to us before walking away.

"Look at me." I grab his chin turning his head away from the poster, "You were great in there and you did win over everyone before this little thing messed you up." I hand the necklace over to him so he can give it back to Addison. "I understand you're reason because being a monster isn't easy with all the obstacles you have to over come in life. I get you want to protect us from that but it's not exactly your choice to make. For her or me, if I wanted to see if I really was a werewolf. You know better and you aren't someone to stop people you care about from achieving something important to them."

"I know... And now they will always see me as a monster." He shakes his head.

"Well you're Zed Necrodopolis. A 16 year old zombie from Zombietown which makes you a monster... but you're a very sweet, confident, headstrong monster. Who is also very loyal to his friends and will do anything for them. A monster who always stands up for what's right and is compassionate, but also can be impulsive at times." I rub his arm before letting him be.

I join Eliza as she stares at one of Zed's posters, "I really hope I don't have to do the whole but you are a monster speech to Zed after this." I look at the poster before taking it off the wall.

"Really?" She chuckles as I crumble the poster.

"I hate when he tries to be someone he's not. Like I told him, I fell for a zombie not someone normal." I look at her. "I swear sometimes he doesn't deserve someone like you. The type of person you are... you always put others before you and will tell them how important or special they are, but then tell yourself you're nothing." She makes me smile, "Because I can see and understand others better than myself. I look into a mirror and sometimes it's like I see nothing." I explain tearing up.

"You wanna know what I see and have to say?" She takes my hands into hers, "I see the first human, who all her life only heard and was taught bad things about zombies, but never believed a single word. After meeting a zombie on the first day of school, you snuck out of class to go apologize for your brother being a jerk. The first person to interact and befriended zombies when no one else wanted to because we were still hated by them. Not to mention you went against people telling you to stay away, and not listening you fell for a Zombie. You a Human who developed feelings for a Zombie. And you changed that zombie's life. You got me to like you very quickly and accept you once I saw who you really were. I see you as someone who can make peoples lives better. You bring out the best in others and make people feel welcomed. So next time you look in the mirror and feel like you see nothing... remember everything I told you. You may think you're nothing but you're something to others."

As I give her a hug the alarm goes off confusing us, "Attention! Attention! Monster activity at Seabrook Power." It announces.

"It's the werewolves. We need to find Addison." We rush off to find her and we run into each other.

"We need to rally everyone up to go help." Addison and I say at the same time so Addison goes to get some cheerleaders, I go with Eliza to get some zombies. Once we have everyone we could get we all head to Seabrook Power together. When we get there we see the werewolves were arrested. "No!" We yell at them.

"The world has gone crazy and no one seems to listen. Gotta step in, no more maybes, and stop the demolition." Addison steps up.

"Is it hope or fear? Look in the mirror. Everything we built is coming down." I tell them.

"No more hesitation, it's time we start to realize. With all this separation, silence is still taking sides." Eliza steps out with the zombies.

"So use your voice, make a choice. And tell me, are you standing with the crowd?" I join her then we all join together.

Oh-oh-oh-oh This is a declaration Oh-oh-oh-oh Of a new generation It's now or never, we're in this together We'll fight through the highs and the lows No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone

Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us

"History changes, but we lost the pages we wrote. When you lose direction, can't see the reflection you know. We came from the bottom then became the problem. Now everything's out of control. So hey, are you with me? Let's go." Zed shows up and joins us.

"You gotta stop the demolition, Dad. I know how hard you worked to get this job. But if it's gonna hurt the werewolves, you have to stop it." Zed walks up to his dad.

"You're right. And the girls are right. Shut it down. Stop the detonation. Tomorrow, when it's safe, we'll find what you're looking for. But right now, you can all go home." Zevon agrees making us all cheer.

"You're right..." Zed walks up to me as I walk with Eliza.

"About what?" I stop but she leaves us alone.

"Everything you said in the hall. I know I'm a monster and there's nothing wrong with that. I don't think you'll have to give me any more speeches." He makes me wrap my arms around his neck to hug him so he picks me up.

"Hey, we did it, we stopped the demo." Addison walks up to us with Bree, smiling. Zed put me down and I give him a look and he knew what I meant. "What's wrong?" Addison asks him so he pulls out the necklace.

She gets excited thinking he found it but he tells her the truth. "I stole it when you weren't looking."

She starts to get upset, "I thought I lost it. I questioned myself." She raises her voice while he apologizes.

"I was afraid that if you, even Serenity, turned into a wolf, I'd lose you both." He tells her.

"You don't get to make that choice for me! And you knew he took it and didn't care to tell me!" She shouts at us.

"Hey, when I saw it I was disappointed in him. You're right it's not his choice and he knows that now. But I get his reasoning, sorta... We have no clue how hard it is being a monster and what they had and have to go though. So the thought of just jumping in without a care in the world is dumb if you don't think about what we might have to deal with." I explain to her.

"I finally find where I belong, and you would let him steal that from me? What kind of cousin and friend are you both? I even thought you felt like you belonged." She gets louder.

"If I wanted him to steal that from you, I wouldn't have told him he knows better. I wouldn't have gave him a small speech about how it was wrong of him." I raise my voice now.

"And I never once felt like I was a werewolf and I let Wyatt know multiple times. I let Willa know when I returned the necklace they gave me. I can sorta say I felt like I belonged but not in the same way as you think. Like I saw new friends that make me wanna be me more and more confident. The only reason any of them thought l was a werewolf was because of my hair but to me it has no meaning. I was just born different compared to you and Bucky and I'm fine with that. Unlike you being so obsessed with your hair and wanting it to mean something important. You can't live with the thought that it has no special meaning. You constantly whine about not feeling like you belong, not having your own little pack, when you have so many people who care and love you for who you are. You're little pack/crew you want to be apart of so badly is literally a mixture of humans, zombies and now werewolves."

She just glares at me when I was done, "You're saying a lot about me when you yourself said you don't know who you are... you can't see yourself or understand yourself. You say you're nothing but then say you're okay with not being something... so what is it? Oh, I know... it's the constant reminder in your head telling you, grandma said I'm more special. You hate the fact that you don't know why she said that. So you have no choice but to see yourself as nothing and pretend you're okay with that. At least I know I'm something and I'm trying to find what I am unlike you, cuz." She turns away then puts on the necklace.

It lights up but when she turns back to face everyone she was still the same Addison. "Am I?" She asks Bree.

"You're beautiful, Addie, but the same beautiful that you've always been." She tells her.

"Looks like you gotta keep trying, cuz." I let out a scoff and we all were in a awkward silence.

"Oh, my gosh, boss, boss! We got a problem." One of the workers run to Zevon and says the detonation started running again and wouldn't shut off.

We all run towards Seabrook Power just to see it get destroyed. All the wolves start to cough as their necklaces lose more if it's charge. "It's gonna be okay... We'll figure this out." I walk over to them.

"The building is gone, Serenity." Wyatt tells me.

"But the stone is still standing... your moonstones haven't fully lost all its charge yet. I'm sure if the stone was crushed..." I look at them.

"You could be right." Willa looks at me.

#zed necrodopolis #addison wells #bucky buchanan #eliza zambie #bonzo zombies #bree zombies #wyatt lykensen #willa lykensen #wynter barkowitz #a lan #a li #a spen #zombies #disney zombies #zombies 2 #dcom #zombies dcom #milo manheim

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unculturedmamoswine · 1 year

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Gravity Falls Fic: Call on Me

My fic for day 2 of @polyshipweek! The prompt I chose was second chances. It’s a Ford/Fidds/Emma-May fic set when Ford calls Fidds for help on the portal. Emmy has another idea. You can read it under the cut or on AO3 here.

Bill doesn’t like it, but it has to be Fiddleford. Ford’s finally made his muse see the wisdom of bringing in someone with Fiddleford’s talents. Much as he’d like to say that he’s capable of designing and building a poly-dimensional meta-vortex on his own, he has to admit that, really, he can’t. “And, no offense, Bill but it seems like you can’t, either,” Ford had pointed out. “Unless you have a depth of mechanical knowledge you haven’t revealed to me yet?” he added, half-hopefully.

Bill had laughed ruefully and scratched his head (the tip of his body under the hat, rather.) “Yeah, yeah, you got me there, IQ. Go ahead and call your buddy. But keep me under your hat, got it?” For a dramatic exit from Ford’s mindscape, Bill had squeezed himself into a tiny fraction of his usual size and disappeared into his own hat, which then popped out of existence, allowing Ford to wake up and stare at his ceiling until light crept through his window.

That had been five days ago. Ford hasn’t heard from Bill in that time, and so hasn’t had anything to distract him from his anxiously churning thoughts.

What will I say? What will he say? What do I say if Emma-May answers the phone? Should I ask to speak to her if she doesn’t? What if their son answers the phone? Do (whatever age he is) aged children answer phones? Did Stanley and I ever get the phone when we were children? Maybe Shermie answers the phone at home. I should call Mom and Dad and see if he answers.

“Look,” he tells himself in the mirror one afternoon. “You’re just going to have to do it.” Ford drags the razor across his jaw. “You’ve reached the point of shaving to avoid talking to Fiddleford and Emma-May again,” he points out. “So you know you’re being cowardly. If you want to achieve anything in your life, you have to be willing to face your fears.”

Ford rinses his face and gives himself a stern nod in the mirror. He’s right. He should listen to himself.

Ford makes the call in his office, hoping the professional atmosphere will keep him grounded. It’s been years. He’s a grown adult now, he reasons. He’s surely over his bizarre youthful experimentation stage, and over any lingering hurt feelings over any breakups that might have resulted in Ford moving alone to Oregon and Fiddleford and Emma-May getting married and settling down. In the last couple of years, he’s been better able to look back fondly on his… relationship time with Emma-May and Fiddleford. He used to try to avoid thinking of them as much as possible. He couldn’t say he resented them; their parting of ways was mutual, after all. But he couldn’t say he was entirely sanguine about them, either.

Ford makes the call in his office, hoping the setting will make this feel like a professional interaction. He paces like a dog on his short leash, twisting the phone cord in his fingers. He fits each finger of his free hand in between the tightly curled spirals of the cord, and thinks suddenly of Emmy’s– of Emma-May’s hair on the days she took the time to do it. It curled almost as tightly, those times. The rest of the time her hair was much like Ford’s– an unhappy medium between curly and frizzy, usually settling into fluffy on days she didn’t wash it. They used to sigh about it together when they were alone and Fiddleford wasn’t around to tease them.

He’s jostled out of his memory when the ringing stops. His stomach drops sharply, but that’s nothing new, not specific to this situation. It’s always unpleasant when someone he’s calling actually picks up.

“Hello, Fiddleford Computermajigs.” A very large portion of Stanford’s nervousness curls up and withers away as if it had never been. It’s Fiddleford, after all. Just Fiddleford, who Ford has always been able to talk to. He grins and shakes his hand free of the phone cord.

“Fiddleford, it’s Stanford Pines. It’s been a long time, I know, but I was calling because I was hoping you’d help me with some work I’ve been doing. I’ve hit a roadblock.” Fiddleford stays silent while Ford explains what he’s doing and what he hopes Fiddleford will be able to help him with. When Ford is done, all Fiddleford says is that Ford’s idea is ‘mathematically feasible,’ thank god. (Both thank god that Fiddleford doesn’t need convincing that it could work and thank god that he’s still the same old Fidds and is instantly invested in an interesting problem, rather than any pesky emotions either of them could be feeling.)

“It’d be a real treat to come up north and help you out with your project, Stanford!” he says, with perfect sincerity. “What number are ya callin’ from? I’ll talk to Emmy about it and call you right back.”

Ford gives Fiddleford the relevant information and hangs up, monumentally relieved.

Buoyed up by the idea that Fiddleford will be here sometime soon, Ford launches into some work regarding recent magnetic field disturbances for some fun. He thinks it’s probably just Crash Site Omega acting up, but without making the trip out there he can’t be sure. For a while he is thrilled to realize that whatever is going on is also causing faintness, weakness, and shortness of breath, but sadly, the feelings go away once he’s had lunch.

Once one PM rolls around, it starts to occur to Ford that Fiddleford is taking an awfully long time. Would Emma-May have told him he shouldn’t go? In a way it would make sense. How many wives would want their husbands spending extended time alone with an ex, even if it was a mutual ex? She hadn’t seemed angry or resentful when they’d last seen each other; she’d hugged him and cried, but hadn’t yelled or thrown anything.

Ford, sweating in the heat, opens his refrigerator door to stand in the cool. Rather than worry over things he can’t influence, he forces himself to list his least favorite professors from Backupsmore, starting with the worst and moving on to the most tolerable. When the phone rings he springs to answer it.

“Hello, this is Stanford Pines.”

Click. Great, another prank call. He gets them very rarely, but it does happen.

Now he has to wait around again. Ford angrily hangs up the phone, and then jumps into the air when the phone rings again immediately. He yanks the handset off the receiver.

“Hello?” he demands, sounding like an angry recluse even to his own ears.

“Hi, Stanford, it’s Emmy. Heard you needed Fiddlford for something up in Oregon? You’re still in Gravity Falls?”

“Yes,” Ford says automatically. How did it not occur to him that Emmy might be the one to call back? “I can’t think of anyone better suited to help me with my work. At least, the work I’m doing, uh, at the moment.” He chuckles nervously.

“Well, I think it’s a great idea,” she says easily, with a determinedly casual air that Ford recognizes at once. It’s the cool, easy demeanor she adopts when she’s about to say something outrageous that she wants to trick people into going along with. “I’m gonna come, too, I think. And Tate, of course, he’ll love gettin’ to run around and get some fresh air. How’re the schools up there, d’you know?”

“Well, fairly bad, I think, but, Emma-May,” Ford stammers. He takes a breath to organize his thoughts as quickly as he can. It’s an absurd idea, and she knows it. “All three of you can’t come up here for an undetermined amount of time, surely? Fiddleford said his own work can wait, but don’t you work for the city?”

“I was thinkin’ I might take some time off soon.”

“Ah. I suppose then I can see why you might not want Fiddleford gone,” Ford says slowly.

“So you see why it makes so much sense for us all three to come see you,” she persists. “Fiddy shouldn’t be the only one who gets a vacation.”

“I’ll pay him!” Ford squawks indignantly. “I’m not asking–”

“I know it, Ford, I’m kidding!” Emmy laughs, her deep, hoarse voice gently teasing.

“Emmy, I have a lot of work to do,” Ford tells her, trying to hide his frustration. “Fiddleford and I, if he comes, will be very busy.”

“And if I don’t come, we’ll be all alone here anyway, Ford, Tate’n me,” she points out. “If, up in Oregon, you two spend all your wakin’ hours building a time machine or whatever, I won’t be any more by myself than I would be here.” She hesitates. “Look, Fiddy agrees. It’s been too long since we’ve seen you. We’d like to catch up. You oughta meet Tate.”

Ford has no idea (except that he does, a very stupid and wrong idea that he won’t entertain) why he ought to meet Fiddleford and Emma-May’s son. He’s never even seen a photo of the boy.

“I’m sure he’s great,” Ford says weakly. “But.” He can’t tell her that he’s trying not to want to see her, that wanting to see Fidds again was already so much. He can’t tell Emma-May that Bill wouldn’t like it if Fidds brought his whole family along to distract from their work. He can’t say that Gravity Falls is beautiful and anomalous in the way he’d always dreamed, in a way that she could appreciate for the wildness and strangeness, while Fidds would value it for its wealth of scientific oddities. Couldn’t possibly tell her that they’d both love the small town full of outdoorsy people that Ford hasn’t gotten to know, but that they undoubtedly would, given half a chance.

He couldn’t ever say to Emma-May that he can see her and Fiddleford living in Ford’s little town as clearly as he sees the gnomes that steal his trash can lids.

Emmy takes a breath, clearly planning to carry on with her campaign, but Ford, suddenly feeling decidedly weak-willed, interrupts.

“You’re right. You’re right. I have no idea how long I’ll need Fiddleford, so… yes, fine. All three of you. Come to Gravity Falls,” Ford is grinning foolishly. He always could be talked into any old crazy scheme, given the right circumstances and light persuasion.

He’ll probably regret it, and Bill won’t be happy, and he may possibly be miserable when Fidds and Emmy leave again, but why not? Why not do something slightly crazy? He doesn’t have much time left before he becomes a household name and he won’t be able to get away with this kind of silly, emotionally-driven decision.

“Great! Oh, Ford, that's great. I can’t wait to see you! Fiddleford and me have got some things to sort out down here, but how about I have Fiddy call you tomorrow and we’ll let you know when we’ll be there?”

“That sounds great, Em.” Ford can’t believe that he’s standing alone in his kitchen, blushing because a girl wants to come over. “I can’t wait.”

#my fic #gravity falls #ford/fidds/em #polyshipweek23 #polyshipweek day 2 #second chances

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pr1ncesspopstar · 8 months

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Reap and Joy - FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 28: Blunt

Ao3

Jandelaine all but screeched at the sight of the Warrior of Light. His scissors shook in his finger as he gasped and gawked at the mess on her head. Halditar just offered a lop-sided grin, well aware how it probably looked worse than it felt, flyaway strands tickling her ears and neck at odd length.

“Please, spare me. Tell me this was caused by- by a ruffian . Some monster.” The Elezen man begged one of his best customers as he looked at her from the sides. Just as terrible, if she had to guess from his expression.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Was all she could tell the man in confidence, knowing she couldn’t torture him with the hair murder scene that was now in her bathroom.

It had been a spur of the moment decision, a blur of pure instinct she just needed to act on. After her meltdown, her armor strewn all around her room, Halditar picked herself up and started the process to clean herself off. Following a warm bath, she stared long and hard into the mirror. At those heavy, curly blonde locks that weighed her head down. Cumbersome, difficult to comb, dyed the least recognizable shade she could think of. Before she knew it she had a knife in hand, hacking away at the tangled mess she knew as her mane. Heart pounding in euphoria as the weight slipped off her head and the locks severed. She cared little for how it looked, just that it was off, relishing in the shorter, softer locks.

But she knew she couldn’t leave with the massacred blunt bob that was what remained of her hair. And she had a token in her bottom of her bag that was long overdue to be spent.

“While ghastly , it thankfully isn’t unsalvageable. I just hope you don’t mind trimming down quite a bit.” Jandelaine said, eagerly snipping his scissors. Halditar just laughed and nodded, the idea making butterflies dance in her stomach from excitement.

“I have more than that to ask of you. Think we can get rid of this dye?” She asked and held up a bit of her straw-like hair. The aesthetician’s eyes glinted in delight.

“Oh, dear, I’ve been praying for the day you realize you aren’t a blonde. Happily, let’s show off those fiery roots.” He turned to his make up case, and began pulling out vials of liquid and brushes. Halditar had a feeling this was to become an all day affair.

“…Done. You look gorgeous.” Jandelaine set down his brush, and turned the Warrior of Light around.

Gone was both the long nest of curls and the choppy, blunt bob she had given to herself to free her. Away was the muddy to obnoxiously bright blonde she doused her hair in for so long. Framing her defined features and soft, snow white skin was a long hidden red. Ruby in tone, the oils and soaps applied earlier made her hair shine like silks. The curls flowed freely in soft, natural waves with plenty of volume. It was indeed short, to be expected of a salvage job, but it still looked beautiful. Even her eyelashes and eyebrows, once pains to match the right shade, were the same beautiful red.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I-I like it, thank you.” Halditar coughed roughly, to keep from crying all over again. She almost wanted to sit and stare into the mirror, admire the change. It was almost like she was reborn, taking back what was hers from the depth of the murky, dark pits of her memory.

“I can’t really overstate my relief. Thank you, Jandelaine.” Halditar practically bowed to the man, who flushed and playfully waved his hand in feigned modesty.

“It was nothing, an honor really to help you achieve such a fresh, true to yourself look! And if you ever need anything else in the way of aesthetics, I’m more than happy to help~”

“Hmm…” Halditar pushed the old glasses back up her nose, more than a few ideas coming to mind. “In that case, any good reccomendations for a place to get glasses?”

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #ff14 #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #my writing

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sweetearthandnorthernsky · 1 year

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listening links: youtube, spotify

i will be back one day - wanna visit the windswept shores / of a time before / when the moon and the stars were aligned / i remember the bright spring day / when you sparked that flame / and a fire that continues to burn

glory - stories told to me / and stories told to you / did you ever feel / like they were ringing true? / and all their words for glory / well they always sounded empty / when we're looking up for heaven

battle cry - as the weight of time, it shakes / as the earth, it turns and quakes / shed your fears, your tears, your pride / and then ramp into the night

art of war - but you know me / i wanna go back but I can't back down / and you know me too well / 'cause i'm a soldier, till it's over

dreamer - do you believe in miracles? / we can achieve the impossible / just give me a sign, a sign of life / cause maybe i'm a dreamer, i'm a dreamer

hero - you could be a hero / but here you are / scared of your shadow / looking at the stars / when everybody runs you gotta stand tall / hit after hit, you can never fall / if the stars come crashing / you'll be the one to catch them

nightmare - a flare of hope / a flare of light / a flare though darkness in the night / to remember / to survive / to run a blade into a life

legends never die - they never lose hope when everything's cold and the fighting's near / it's deep in their bones, they'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce

collapse - these ancient skies have seen / more than you could ever dream / so watch the world collapse around you / to melt that heart of stone

mars - so we found our way back home / let our cuts and bruises heal / while a brand-new war began / one that no one else could feel

wander. wonder - half awake i wander through this house / lost in a labyrinth and left with no way out / i built this hall of mirrors all myself / faces staring back at me look like somebody else

grow - and the way the shadows on the wall are cast / look like a twisted apparition from the past / and all the memories come flooding fast / a wilderness you kinda miss / but were taught you ought to cut it back

where the shadow ends - when you can't go round and you can't outrun / what lies behind, what stands in front / through the broken gates of kingdom come / i will see you again when the night is dawn

ready now - you said "i will listen, tell me it all / you don't like the ending?/ then we'll find one that's yours" / oh, how did you know / that's all we need? / a promise of hope / is enough to feel free

#sae stuff #i have Too Much Time on my hands lmaoooo #however this was Fun TM #youtube is slightly out of order though and i don't know how to fix it help #og post

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lgist · 1 year

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A self-fulfilling prophecy.

Plagiarized personalities that constantly shift, tear apart and rebuild again, like the very ground beneath us. All heading towards the same destination, unfamiliar with our routes. Boarding, with our heads in the clouds, dreaming. Hoping to not miss our stop, hoping to find it in time. Our journeys, characterized by our luggage, we tread carefully as to not reach the weight limit. Avoiding eyelines as we shrink, some of us wish to not be seen, to be invisible. Covering our insecurities with substance, hiding our masks with red eyes and black lungs. Abusing that which gave you a moment of peace, for moments are all you can achieve. Forever coasting, observing, hoarding envy. Staring at life through the mirror of a pupil that isn’t yours, silently begging for a chance to engage with that emotion. Convinced this void is what makes you unique in a world filled with black holes, an ego’s delusion. My heart yearns but my mind bickers, so focused on the insignificant, unable to find what is important. A self-fulfilling prophecy that repeats, like living life within purgatory, I am trapped. Uncomfortable in my own skin, I disconnect, ready to be alone again. Comfortable in the dark, I yearn to connect once more. Avoiding confrontation, a good impression is necessary, so I sink into my seat, unwilling to be heard, ready to listen and comply. Surrounded by progress, I am behind, feeling the pressure and succumbing to abuse. Surrounded by love, I am separated, struggling to maintain connections. Surrounded by passion, I lack motivation, forever hitting brick walls and dead ends. Unable to cry as self-pity has found me guilty for the transgressions that have placed me here. Regretful of what I said or didn’t say, of what I did or didn't do. A painful existentialism, knowing there are versions of you that have achieved, that have blossomed and flourished while you lay shriveled and dying. Continuously pacing within the crevasses and folds, there is not an instance of quiet, of peace, of harmony. Empathizing with worlds beyond my pain, I feel ungrateful. I have been provided with every privilege and yet I cannot realise my duty. A safety net serves to catch me and I cannot find the strength to jump, to take a leap of faith. For what I fail? What If I make a mistake? What if this isn’t what I want? So focused on the insignificant, unable to find what is important.

I cling to dreams and their promises. Their ability to take me away during my slumber and put me exactly where I want to be. How I awaken, alone again. How that dream becomes a memory, forever repeating for another attempt to get me going. For dreams are a product of the heart, your deepest desires, hope. How they can infuse you with a melancholy sorrow and a burning impulse simultaneously. It is real magic, as our minds pass time until the sun rises. Magic that binds us to the ground, that allows us to maneuver through the smog, that allows us to find that what we have been searching for. Relentless in their efforts, they will drag you into confrontation, into the uncomfortable, into passion. Show you who you really are beneath the veil, reveal the authenticity of your power. Your power to create, to astonish, to inspire, to connect, to begin again. However, when your knees are buckling under the weight of your luggage, dreams quickly become nightmares. These memories that repeat due to a tragic heart, it is trauma from an ever repeating experience. Lost within the piles of hoarded angst, the heart no longer desires to beat, to produce hope. A perfect harmony of relentless wake and antagonizing sleep, the mind and heart are in agreeance. Again, we reveal ourselves to abuse, for a moment is all we can achieve.

Why must I feel this way? Why do I feel beaten by pressure? Pleading for a release, a chance to breathe. Dissatisfied with the outcomes, I cannot find my route. For I am plagued with destinations, unable to choose one, I grow ever confused. My path is waning beneath me, as I lose direction. My compass, misaligned, pointing me at the wrong destinations. Conversations dwindling into white noise, I cannot focus as my ego presses my issues to the forefront of my mind. I feel narcissistic, as I cannot put others above my own. I feel guilty, as I am not in a position to empathize fully with those around me. Like gasoline to a fire, this only worsenes the problem. Another dead end, I am unable to fix or navigate around. Is this the direction the rest of my life will take? Just a valley of forgotten disappointments and newfound grievances?

Maybe, or perhaps a different story is planned for me. A future in which I stand confident, where I can be of use. Where the self-pity ends, where connection begins. Where I am able to fully comprehend the stories of those around me, how interesting the lives of others have shaped out to be. Where I can engage with the emotions I desire the most, where I am not imprisoned with the key dangling out my grasp. Where my dreams become reality, where I find my route. Where I can offload my luggage and move freely. Where pressure doesn’t dictate my life, rather enhance it with adrenaline surging. Where I can truly spend my hard earned time with those I cherish. Where I am a wizard, who controls my fate, who aligns my own destiny. Where passion burns where I walk, providing me with a bounce in each step. Perhaps that is meaning, perhaps that is purpose. To live individually, to feel together. To live through strife, to find reason for tranquility. To bestow these lessons to those after us, to allow them to dream and to grip hope to harness it’s infinite energy, so it can shine a light when they are lost in darkness. To teach empathy so we can eliminate useless struggle, struggle placed upon man by man. To live in a world of connected development, where we are not isolated by where we work and how much we make. That is the future, the dream, the hope, that inspires me to continue. What’s yours?

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Well that was a trip, wouldn't you say so? Perhaps this isn’t resonating at all with you, that’s ok I hope you still enjoyed. I hope you could find something in this that you could connect with, that is my ultimate goal. More consistency coming soon, Much Love - S

#philosphical #philosophy #leftist #leftism #marxism #marxist #communism #communist #writing #writer #Writers and Poets #writers on tumblr #Writerscommunity #politics #political #mental health #mentalheathawareness #artists on tumblr

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