#good lord taylor cause same! been there'
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nonsense, it's l-o-v-e!
summary: "she's a, oh my god, she's like a taylor swift song!"
pairing: student!jungkook x student!fem!reader
genre: fluff, mentions of smut, koo is a music major here hence the banner :)
wc: 1.8k
a/n: there was an anonie who wanted a song fic based on into you so i combined that and my new playlist i've been obsessed with! also im abit obsessed with writing a whipped male lead ;)) oktyilybye <3
"are you out of your mind? it's not nausea, you fool, it's called being in love."
"love? like l-o-v-e love or what you and taehyungie hyung do everyday?"
jimin has half a mind to punch the innocent doe-eyed face infront of him, who's slightly trembling because of a text he got a few moments back. and left it on read.
"you idiot, reply to her quickly or she's gonna think you fainted again!"
jungkook scrambles for his phone, tossing aside the controller to goodness knows where. "i will see you, no, i will pick you up and we will go for boba together tomorrow. with a heart, duh." he says what he types out loud, a habit he developed along with your blossoming relationship. either his namjoon hyung would be there to correct his grammar which he would've made a ton of mistakes in his eagerness to reply to you or he would be batshit scared if he sent something which may or may not upset you, very slightly. hence why jimin is there, who is nursing his empty can of beer, wishing he had something stronger, because he doesn't remember signing up for this clownery, just for dance club.
"jungkookie?" jimin calls him sweetly, a fond expression growing on his face when he looks at his best friend's lovesick smile.
"yes, hyung? is it my hair again? i didn't put too much serum this time, right?" jungkook has registered that tone of voice in his head under the category of "uh-oh. something isn't right."
"when you and your, uh, lover move in, do you expect me to do the same with you both?"
"why are you moving? did the landlord raise the rent here too? do you want me to knock some sense into him? people are acting crazy now, don't they know broke college students actually exist?"
"no, kookie," jimin giggles, "you always need one of us around when you're doing anything remotely concerning her. like what we were talking about before, maybe you should tell her, no? save yourself the heartbreak and whatnot."
jungkook's thighs which were shaking in excitement slowly cease. he's way too familiar with that concept, always hoping and praying and wishing that isn't the case with you. he likes you too much that he can't imagine his future without you. somewhere, in his rose-tinted dreams and in a perfect house, you're growing old with him, laughing at something silly he said. in the 2 years he's known you, he was lucky enough for you to like him back, getting giddy again when he remembers you asking him on a date quietly in the middle of class, fingers intertwined with his tightly when he whispered an excited "yes!", not caring if he garnered a few concerned and judgemental looks.
"don't think about it too much, little one," jimin pats his head and pecs, throwing the can into the bin. "go home and worry about the outfit you're wearing tomorrow 'cause lord knows you've pulled all-nighters for that one."
"you look so pretty right now, i'm actually jealous, koo."
jungkook thinks you're more beautiful and more pretty but he's too tired to argue now. the golden rays are hitting the both of you just right, golden hour living upto it's name. your warm skin against his cold one raises goosebumps, wondering if you can hear his heartbeat from the close proximity. you shift from your position on his chest to propping yourself up on your elbows, the duvet slipping from your bare shoulders.
"your hand goes down any further and i'm yeeting you out of this bed, my love." you threaten jungkook half-heartedly, referring to the wandering hand on the small of your back, inching towards your hip chain.
"you couldn't get one more out of me even if you tried your very best, darling." he says, leaning his head back on the new pillow you bought with an infatuated smile, throwing a tattooed hand over his eyes.
"is that a challenge, jeon?" you tease, fingers playing with the thing string of sliver around his neck, matching pendants with your bracelet. you let the magnetic pendants do it's job, looking at the pretty heart stuck together with a solicitous gaze. "looks adorable, doesn't it?" you praise his choice, reluctantly pulling away to place an indulgent kiss on his sternum.
you had all but jumped on him when he had come early to pick you up, in your favourite jacket and his ripped jeans, kissing him all over his face, claiming you missed his cute dumbass. that compliment ensued scattered clothes on the floor, needy lips trying to convey so many emotions fervently.
you're now tracing impatient shapes on his chest, your quickly shifting mood and pouty lips hinting that you're hungry. it's currently 2.45 pm on a sunday, but honestly, who cares? jungkook has the love of his life wrapped around him and is practically on cloud 9. he could literally-
"did you just say love of your life?"
jungkook shoots up, suddenly sitting up and looking at your blinking face, rubbing your eyes for some reason.
"what did you say?"
"i thought you were sleep talking again but it seems like it wasn't," you mumble, looking away from him. this is it, this is where the sky comes falling, pigs are flying, hell is freezing and-
"you're so annoying, i wanted to tell you that first!"
you're close to tears, frustrated for some reason. he takes in your messy hair and swollen lips, courtesy of him of course. you're glaring at him, like he just stuck his tongue out at you and he told you that he finished the last of the raspberry cheesecake in your fridge. "oh thank god," jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, strong arms pulling you to his lap and kissing your lips repeatedly. he's acting like he's come back from war, holding you so close and so tight.
"what? why would you say that? is this some big set up so you can finally ask me to move in with you so you can quote, unquote save money and electricity?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed cutely that he can't help but place the sweetest of kisses on your forehead, smoothing the creased lines.
"let's save money and electricity, i've had enough of you complaining of inflation along with jiminie hyung."
"you're just ditching your hyungie, my precious roommate, just like that?"
ah, so that's why jimin asked. so much for him being concerned about his love life. "we'll think about the technicalities later," jungkook says cheekily, chasing your lips and holding your face between his large hands.
"that's cool and all but can i get off you now? koo junior seems to want attention now."
"you know, some of us are very painfully single here," yoongi comments, staring at jungkook over his simple lunch of kimbap and iced americano. "so, the lyrics sound good?" jungkook smiles, stealing a bite of veggie kimbap.
"you're whipped, man, you've written these lyrics in record time. the last time this happened you were crying on our shoulders, telling us you love us all so, so, so, so-"
"okay, i think the point has come across, hyung." jungkook shudders at the thought, vividly recollecting the time he got drunk with his friends for the first time, dragging them all to their shared studio so he could showcase his latest assignment.
"you must really like her alot, huh?" yoongi comments off-handedly, secretly trying out a theory that taehyung had put out. one mention of you had jungkook's irises turn into pink hearts, his hands quickly taking his phone to show pictures of your latest date.
"i'm sure like is a understatement at this point, hyung," the said whipped man says sagely, like he's preaching to an attentive crowd of 100.
"oh god, here we go-"
an elmo-like laugh resonates in the small spaced studio, jungkook anyway going on a joyful rant about you. it can be seen in his lyrics, the way his eyes light up like you're his most precious person (and you are, no doubt), how he sincerely writes love poems for you and how he loves seeing your face light up when it shows randomly in one of your notebooks, happily tucking it away in a file you've saved especially for his letters.
"its like I can finally relate to those poems namjoon hyung reads to us sometimes you know?"
"mhmm.."
"and every one of iu's love songs is suddenly right and the universe finally makes sense and-"
"uh huh?"
"she's like a, oh my god, she's like a taylor swift song!"
"wow."
"whatcha upto, handsome? too busy to spare some time for your hungry roommate?"
jungkook glances at the time from the digital clock, glaring 12.30 am. he stretches and breaks his finger knuckles, legs moving towards you on a mind of it's own. you're wearing one of his many oversized shirts, a white one this time, big but it seems to fit you just right.
"why are you still up, baby?" he asks, arms around you immediately. "i'm hungry, koo," you say again, "was waiting for you so we can order some snacks and watch hotel del luna again," you mumble against his chest, your hands rubbing his tense back. "let's go then," he grabs his phone and throws you over his shoulder effortlessly, nonchalantly saying it's been awhile since you've had spicy tteokbokki and bingsu. you stumble when he puts you down, unfazed when you're voicing out that you both can't eat spicy food at night anymore, as if the last time that happened wasn't scarring enough.
you kiss his cheek, reminding him to save his work and that you'll get everything ready in a jiffy. jungkook all but zooms to the bedroom, already eager to get back to you. he chuckles at the title on his screen, knowing that "nonsense, it's l-o-v-e!" is going to be the best birthday gift you've ever gotten.
he finds you sipping away on a cranberry breezer, can of chilled beer waiting for him. your eyes are enraptured by jang manwol and her beauty, instinctively leaning on him when he's settled next to you.
it's like a satisfying puzzle, feeling all the pieces click easy when he's with you. in your shared abode, huddled up and in your own cosy bubble, away from the world. hands easily finding their way around your bodies. synchronized laughing at a clever comment passed by the male lead. jungkook feels like this is one of those moments he would write about in a song later or write in one of your weekly love letters. you're the definition of right person at the right time, knowing that if you both were in a rundown apartment or in one of the biggest bungalows ever, you'll still love him the same.
pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @astronaut-jin-moon ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference
#jungkook#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#jungkook drabble#jungkook oneshot#bts x reader#bts jungkook#bts oneshot#bts fluff#wow so soft im.melting bye
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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (VII): I Don’t Wanna Live Forever.
Imagine Aemond Targaryen defies you to play truth and dare…
Warnings: explicit smut, drama, fluff…
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Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you'd call. It's just a cruel existence like there's no point hoping at all
You are a noble lady of House Tyrell sent to serve Queen Helaena and thus find a good match. In the meantime you are good friends with the queen and her brothers, especially with Lord Aemond, whom you have a particular fondness to.
And though discreet you are, since he started courting Lady Alys, notwithstanding the general disapproving, he sensed you stepped away. Because it’s you, he looks after you.
Finding you thus in the gardens, Aemond approaches you carefully—although not without noticing your features, the colour that paints your locks and the smooth skin seen in delicate cleavage, reinforced in a soft shade of green gown that you dress.
How pretty you are, my lady.
A thought that he does not voice, though.
"I have missed your company, dear Y/Nickname", his husky voice comes out loud.
"Oh have you now?", you answer, pretending to be busy smelling roses nearby.
“Yes”, he frowns when seeing you are not giving him any attention. “Why does it come out as surprise for my lady?”
Despite his bad reputation, his words betray it when coming so softly to your ears. And they always have had some effect in you. To your dismay, even now they do.
You feel that same aching in your legs you’ve struggled to suppress in the past four years since you’ve arrived at court and… discovered how attractive is Lord Aemond. But you’d hope you masked well for he never mentioned it, even though he is more than aware of your sentiments towards him.
Perhaps this is why he’s coming after you, detesting to see how cold you’ve grown to him.
“Because”, you turn in careful moves, always vigilante with your sentiments, “you have been busy, my lord, and this is not my place to expect otherwise.”
Aemond throws his hands up in the air, impatience getting the best of him.
“Is this what we’ve become now? Strangers to each other?”
You cast him a hurt glance and it’s when he has a glimpse of your broken heart. Aemond regrets his impulsive tongue and shortens the distance by taking your wrists gently and making you look at him.
“Y/Nickname”, his throat tightens when his eyes scan your soul, denuding it in such a way that a shiver runs over your spine.
Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day. Give me something, oh, but you say nothing. What is happening to me?
You look at him in silence, but then you divert your gaze away. Aemond watches, stunned, as you recompose yourself.
“I should best find my way, lord.”
“No, I shall not permit it.” He then raises your chin delicately. “May I meet you after dinner?”
“What for?”
“I want to apologize for my errors”, his fingertips slide to your cheeks, and a small smirk twirls on his lips when spotting a light shade of red coloring your cheeks. “Please, lady.”
You should not deny him easy access, but this is no ordinary man. A thief is what he is, having stolen your heart.
“Lady”, he almost begs when seeing a struggle behind your eyes. “Have you forgotten our friendship?”
“Nay, lord, but you apparently have.”
He takes your hands again and there presses a kiss each. You see pain in his good eye and this bends you to his will—like always.
“I shall forsake my good sense if you let me see you one more time.”
“Fine”, and then for your good sense. “Midnight. At my privy chambers.”
You turn quickly so he doesn’t see your face going bright red or even read the distrust in your eyes. You miss, however, the sincere smile that spreads shyly upon his lips and the love that replaces agony. Aemond knows now his heart has found it’s one true home…
And Alys’s name is not one thought nor ever to be spoken again. But you don’t know that yet…
***
I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain. And I don't wanna fit wherever. I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home in vain…
Aemond’s eye is glued in you. Following discreetly behind Queen Helaena, you believe you are not getting anyone’s attention. You dress in red, but you cannot imagine you are the rogue prince’s target.
You barely know as you delicately sit in shadows that under his thoughts you are denuded, calling his name as he loves you right. Unbeknownst to you, Aemond has so many ideas involving you. He wants to kiss you passionately, he wants to make you his.
He hates how long he’s wasted your time and his… Looking for glory and creating his own story, he forgot the light of his world. You, the rose of his garden; you, whose motto is growing strong; you, who even now in shadows, shine brighter than anyone.
As you are encouraged to dance with other ladies, Aemond follows you with his longing gaze. He can tell you are avoiding him, acting nonchalantly when in truth a small smirk in your lips betrays you.
A deadly game it is, you should know. And when you raise your eyes, meeting his purple good gaze, that old aching raises to your belly and weakens your knees.
And it’s when an invisible spark ties you to him.
I'm sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind. Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life. Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day. I gave you something, but you gave me nothing. What is happening to me?
***
Midnight.
Punctually, Aemond knocks at your door. And when you open it, he sees how nervous you are even though you believe you are not showing it. Your hair is tied in old fashion and your green gown is still on your body.
“Lord”, you greet him with a proper curtsy. “Welcome.”
He takes your hand and there kisses it, eyeing you intently as if he is looking for something behind it. Only then he closes the door. Silently, he follows you to the table close to the fireplace, where you offer him a glass of wine.
“Lady”, Aemond smiles at you. “Looking gorgeous as always.”
You pretend to occupy your gaze with the glass you take to your lips.
“Thank you, but I am unworthy of your praise.”
“How come?”, he asks you, waiting anxiously for your eyes to meet his.
Another sip.
“I am nothing like her”.
And there I go. Taken by my insecurities.
“No”, he agrees calmly. “You are a rose found in noble places.”
Silence comes when you don’t expect to hear such compliment. Aemond reclines back in the chair, pleased to make you blush.
“Since you are quiet this day, I thought we could play that game we played as children”, he smirks.
“What game?”, you cast him a suspicious gaze.
“Truth or dare”, Aemond takes a sip of his gaze. “Like old days, my dear.”
You shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.
“I do not think it is wise to play it when we are both drinking wine.”
Aemond chuckles quietly. You know you don’t trust yourself so close to him and to worse, he knows it well.
“Are you afraid of me, my dear Y/N?”
“Not really, no”, but you answer him more nervously than you’d like. “I mean…”
He then takes your hand and holds it gently. You like the contrast of your warm skin to his cold one.
“I am prepared for the thorns”, Aemond smiles sincerely. “Do you honestly take me as Aegon?”
“No”, and here you calm yourself. “Fine, let us begin.”
“I start”, and he smirks at you. “Truth or dare?”
To his disappointment, you choose truth. But to your consternation, he asks you crudely that question you thought you’d never hear.
“Do you love me, lady Y/N?”
Your eyes go wide and you nearly choke with wine. Aemond is amused by how red your face goes and this isn’t the wine speaking. You take a long sip, trying to elaborate a getaway response, but Aemond is staring at you in a way that lying is only trapping you further.
“I… Why’d you think so?”
“For questions, if I remember your rules well, only answers like yes or not are valid”, the prince laughs heartily as you frown at him.
“That is not funny, Aemond. We were children then!”
“But they remain valid! And we are not children anymore, thankfully”, to prove his point he raises his glass. “Well?”
Unwillingly, and completely red, you say:
“Yes.”
One more sip and you avoid his gaze. Aemond, however, is not letting go of your hand.
“Your turn”, he asks you, amused.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth”, Aemond smirks.
You sigh heavily.
“Very well… Has Lady Alys been the first woman you slept with?”
Aemond laughs at your question and when seeing a dark shade of red in your face, he gently leans closer to stroke your cheek.
“You are very adorable when jealous, my lady.”
“Just answer the bloody question”, you grumble, hating the vulnerability.
“Fine. No.”
“No?”
“No. And you can’t ask me other questions, remember?”
You roll your eyes, but eventually cede a smile.
“Your turn.”
Aemond asks you the same question before. This time you know you ought to choose a different option. Therefore you come up with “dare”.
“I dare you to kiss me”, Aemond smirks.
You stand in protest.
“I shall defend my honor, lord. Who do you take me for? Are you here to play with my feelings?”
He too stands.
“We have played it before. We have been great friends too. Come now, have I ever disrespected you?”
“No”, you hesitate still. “But…”
Aemond places his hands around your waist, patiently waiting.
“Trust in me, Y/N. Do not overthink.”
You have so many arguments, Aemond knows it. But to your surprise—and so his—, you decide to obey. Wherever this is leading you, you opt not to think too much. It’s not as if your elder sisters had not done it…
And so you kiss his lips. Aemond sighs in content when tasting yours against his. It should be just like this, innocent and all, but the silver haired prince wants more. Slowly and respectfully his tongue snakes into your mouth and searches for yours.
In other circumstances you’d have panicked. But you are not a young lady anymore. A damsel you may be, but this is the knight of your dreams. And you feign some experience when cupping his face with your hands and following the rhythm he dictates.
Aemond is somewhat surprised by how good your kiss is, and he wonders if you are indeed that innocent you claim to be. And as it gets more passionate, the prince is surprised by being so captivated by you… Your touch in his face, your fingers gripping his hair, all of which gets him aroused.
Remembering the game is still on, though, he parts it briefly.
“My Gods”, he speaks breathlessly. “You surely are hiding a lot there.”
You smirk at him.
“It appears you know nothing of me, lord.”
He furrows his eyebrows.
“How should I understand that?”
You shrug your shoulders, not willing to share any secrets you might or might not have.
“Truth or dare?”, you ask as you sip one more gulp of wine.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to take off your clothes”, you smirk.
Aemond raises his eyebrows.
“Aren’t you bold?”
“Every rose has its thorn”, you giggle.
But neither parts the gaze when he does as asked. Aemond hates that your wide-eyed gaze affects him so.
“I hope this is no vindictive game whatsoever”, he grumbles under his breath, noticing how you seem to rub your leg into the other, a sight that only makes him further rigid.
You roll your eyes, refusing to answer such comment. You sip your wine, back at the chair now, enjoying the view of this silver prince… until you are surprised by his… well, state.
“Have you never seen one before?”, Aemond inquires at your subtle shyness when watching his member full erect. “Should I…?” he asks, suddenly awkward for misjudging you.
“I have not”, you admit, perhaps more leaded by the wine than otherwise. “But don’t keep it away from me. I…. I like it.”
Aemond feels a strange fever take possess of his body and it doesn’t come from his flame.
“Then I dare you to touch me.” The idea makes him further rigid, and it aches him in ways he never judged possible to feel.
You hesitate, but one more sip and the hesitation leaves you. He is now sitting in your tapestry and you join his side.
“You must guide me”, you whisper hotly in his ear.
Aemond casts you an unreadable look.
“Are you comfortable in doing it?”
Every doubt dies the moment you take the reins of the situation. You watch with a lusty curiosity as you touch his manhood, experiencing it throbbing as a result of your moves.
“Gods”, and he moans so sensually that you feel your nipples going unbearable hard under the cloth of your gown.
“Is it good?”, you ask him anxiously.
“Y-Yes”, Aemond moans louder just as he shows you how to pump it faster. “Go on, Y/Nickname.”
You bite down your lip, obeying as requested. Right under your watchful gaze, Aemond is the victim of his own game. He moans louder, his abdomen goes up and down, his breath goes heavier. You know you should stop right there, but you want to see where this will take you.
It doesn’t take a lot more before a white liquid runs into your hands, nearly ruining your gown. Aemond throws his back to the floor, and something about him collapsing like that makes you wet and fervent in your feminine parts.
“My love, you did a fantastic job”, he smiles so sweetly at you, that you cannot help but smile back. “Why is your hair still tied? I want to see it loose.”
“Let me clean my hands first”, you giggle as you stand and head to the quarters that serve as some sort of bathroom.
Once you go back, you spot Aemond nude still, now sitting in your back. You stand quiet for a moment, reclining against the wall, admiring his features.
He’s so comfortable at your privy chambers, admiring it with his natural curiosity, waiting for you as he finishes his wine. And you cannot look away from his beautiful physique, wishing to be deflowered right here, right now. Your morals can be mended with the moon tea, you decide, untangling your hair.
Sensing someone is observing him, the moment Aemond turns at you, he doesn’t need much to get erect one more time. Your long hair falls like a cascade over your shoulders, falling almost to your knees. There is something about your gaze that has the prince completely on his knees for you.
And oh so he would if you asked…
“Truth or dare, my lord?”
“Dare.”
“Take my clothes off.”
The prince stands, readily to come after you. His hands begin to unlace your heavy gown, but as he does so, he inclines to you, whispering in your ear:
“There is no lady prettier than you. You must be an angel to possess such divinity beauty. And here am I, corrupting you.”
You blush at such wording.
“You are drunk, lord. You know naught what to say.”
“Oh, aye. I do. I want you. So badly…”
And when he turns you at him, you blush at the lust gaze he casts you. Aemond removes your heavy gown, his hands already famine for your body.
“Your breasts…”, he moans, admiringly as he cups each. “Your nipples are already hard. Does my lady know what this means?”
“Nay. What could a damsel know of such matters?”, you tilt your head, waiting for his guidance.
And like a good tutor, Aemond begins to teach you.
“It means that what I feel, you feel too, evidently in different ways because our bodies are different.” He begins to touch the swells of your breasts, each finger eagerly moving to hold it fully. “Fuck. These are good and firm breasts.”
“Do you like what you see?”, you groan at his touch. And you groan louder the moment he plays with your nipples, twirling with his thumbs. “Oh my Gods!”
“Oh yes, I do”, he smirks. “It’s better than I’ve imagined.”
You stare at him in disbelief, finding hard to balance as he touches you slowly. You thus rest your hands over his shoulders.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve fucked Alys thinking of you”, Aemond confesses sincerely. “It’s true. I have loved you long before you’ve grown to love me, my lady. You have been the object of my sweetest dreams, the affection of my heart and the aim of my desires. Always wondered what’d be like to have you all to me.”
Part of you doesn’t believe him, but another one wants to. Either way you lean to kiss him passionately, and soon the game is forgotten. You sit on his lap, feeling the tip of his manhood rubbing in your entrance, which arouses you.
“My Gods, I shouldn’t be doing this”, you speak in between kisses, then dragging him to your bed. “But I need you. I need you now, Aemond.”
Somewhere along lines reason has long left you both, and the prince is prompted to align his desires with yours.
“As I need you, my lady”, and that being said his mouth drops to each nipple, making you moan louder this time, all the whilst his fingers find your entrance and there begin to play along. “All wet for me, oh my damsel!”
He hums against your skin, driving you insane. Wine may have its part to blame, but it doesn’t excuse the heavenly sentiment of doing it right—even if it’s morally wrong.
You want him right there, devouring your breasts with his tongue, his skillful hand releasing the pressure in your womanhood.
Until it gets better… and he replaces his fingers with his mouth. His tongue diving inside you brings greatest delights no book is enough to describe. You feel like a sinner, but a sinner redeemed.
“Oh Aemond!”, you want more of him, to selfishly possess him. You want him so bad that…
Every control is lost and Aemond himself feels brought to the seven heavens.
And when he removes the one thing that covers his eye, no words are needed to be said. He crawls over you, spreading your legs further. Seeking for your consent, you kiss him in confirmation.
Moved by wine, instigated by such a deadly game that played with secretive sins, this is not, however, merely lustful desire. When he penetrates you, deflowering you thus, new promises arise.
“I will make you my wife”, Aemond vows when taking your face with his hands. “No man shall touch you, my darling.”
You moan lowly in response, arms wrapped around his neck.
“Don’t make promises you cannot keep”, you whisper against his lips, enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain that comes with his gentle moves.
“I will keep”, he vows under his breath. “I am going to pregnant you woman and show the world you are mine and mine alone.”
To prevent you to protest it, Aemond searches for your lips as you two lock bodies together, moving as one.
In the end, you know, your prince has the best of you… but fruits are only about to grow.
***
• Epilogue
That a sweet rose as yourself has managed to hold tight the untamed heart of the bad reputed Targaryen prince has been the news for the season in Westeros.
Aemond Targaryen, notices a certain chronicler of Aegon II’s reign, has taken as wife Lady Y/N of House Tyrell on the last days of spring following the fifth year of King Aegon, Second of His Name’s reign.
A random courtier, on the other hand, claims that this is no ordinary marriage, but a lustful and loving gaze all made at once. You are described by your beauty and discreet manners, and rumours spread that you became Lord Aemond’s wife after refusing to be his whore.
And whatever happened to Lady Alys Rivers? No one really cares to know. But a minor chronicler suggests that she turned her whoring to Lord Daemon Targaryen. If that is really truthful, no one is bothered to discover it.
In the meantime, Aemond Targaryen takes possession of Dragonstone and there makes it home for you and the new family that comes with your children.
What really is intriguing is that less than eighth months after the wedding, Lady Visenya is born, which raises some eyebrows. But who dares to express this thought out loud?
Not as if you care or Lord Aemond does. You are all too content with the life that so many moons ago both of you desired but neither had the courage to share with each other.
And here you are now, his lady and mother of his children.
#ewan mitchell#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen x female reader#aemond targaryen x y/n#house targaryen#aemond targaryen smut#taylor swift#I don’t wanna live forever#zayn
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First of all I just wanted to commend you for becoming a TS hate blog despite the annoying fangirl swarm you're probably going to face. You're truly doing the lord's work.
I saw that you said you were her a fan of hers but then realised who she was after her breakup with Joe. I was curious about how long you'd been a fan and how involved were you in the fandom and what was it that caused this 180? Was it one thing that just shook you out or was it little things added up?
For me, I had always considered myself more of a casual fan of her music but never got into the fandom side of it because I always thought of swifties as pretty fucking annoying. However, I've had mutuals through the years who were more in the fandom so I sort of observed from the outside. As for her as a person, I never went to bat for her but I always felt like I gave her a sense of grace and understanding despite her being 7 years older than me and far more privileged. For example, when people accused her of always playing the victim I always thought it was understandable because when you're young you often only see things from your own pov, but with age and maturity you start seeing the bigger picture.
My issues with her started in 2020, the year after she made a documentary where she shed her white women tears and proclaimed she wanted to be politically active and use her voice for good. But when the opportunity came with covid, BLM and the election she did less than the bare minimum, a couple of tweets and some cookies iirc. After that her shitty allyship continued to annoy me especially after that Ginny and Georgia tweet, but what was really grating on my nerves was the way her fanbase and the media were hailing her an artistic genius for the littlest things. She's always been one of the poster girls for white mediocrity in the entertainment industry but it was taken to whole new level with her directing her "short film". I don't know what makes good music, but I do know little more about movies and directors and all too well was just so meh and bland and basic and the fact that Sadie and Dylan are both brilliant actors yet their performances in that "film" were so lackluster tells me she does not have what it takes to be a director. Yet she was invited to one of those variety talks and was campaigning for a Oscar nomination? And will apparently direct a movie sometime in the future? Has the world lost it's fucking mind?
Anyways come 2023 to her dating a bigot and I realised just how much of a performance her "activism" has been and her going back to the same tricks of playing victim that made me realise it wasn't immaturity and age this is just who she is.
Sorry if this is tmi but I thought since I was asking for you story I'd tell you mine in a sense. I also have some completely unqualified armchair psychology takes on miss t if you're interested in hearing them. They're probably not "hot takes" or something someone somewhere hasn't already said about her but this was already too long for me to dump them on you unasked.
Hope you have a great day! X
I started fangirling her in 2016 when the whole snakegate thing happened. With reputation especially, when she wrote those monologues about her being comfortable being her ownself at the end of her 20s and wanting a normal life and privacy outside media scrutiny. Her talking about how she used her "taylor swift sqaud" to heal her past insecurities not knowing how it could affect someone who still doesn’t have that type of friendgroup, her deciding to keep her relationship private instead of making it a circus for the media. You know, you could see the personality growth in her at that time. To me she really felt like a very matured person.
Even though there were still lots of things (that you talked about) used to make me very uncomfortable, like that ginny and georgia tweet and her posting that black image of blm trend with THIRTEEN HEART EMOJIS (so embarrassing and weird?)
Moreover, I never liked any of her self directed music videos. Like those were so bland and boring and never fit with the music. But people still praising her and giving her vmas and shits was just a confirmation that nobody cares about art these days, they only want the clout from her name. Her music is also very boring. She writes about the same events in thousand different songs to milk the shit out of it. Like girl please move on!
But what made me actually unstan her was the whole shitshow she put up after her breakup with Joe. The person she talked so highly about in her whole discography was now a villain too. She went on a brought up a whole hate trend on Joe by making her friends unfollow him publicly.
SHE IS THE ONE WHO INSTIGATED THE WHOLE JOE ALWYN HATRED TREND.
You know no matter whatever someone does (his only fault was not wanting to marry her lol), nobody deserves to go through this type of media harassment. But Joe did. Joe is the person who saved her when she was having this kind of media treatment but later on SHE instigated the same type of hatred for him. That just proves how terrible she is as a human being. And not to forget she immediately started dating a vile, racist, islamophobe, bigot, piece of shit and said that was the best time of her life. She didn’t even acknowledge her wrong in the relationship on her breakup announcement (she acted unbrothered). She used Ice Spice to cover up her mess. I mean how many more reasons did i need after that?
Now in her travis era, she switched completely 180° saying being public is her real personality. She also brought back her squad pap walks. She is really feeding into the narrative that Joe kept her in basement. So like the MAIN thing that made me fall in love with her in the first place was all along a lie? She never matured? She never wanted to have privacy? She never valued a normal life? Her personality growth really went downhill to a shithole.
But after being so invested in her for 7 years, I can tell you that a breakdown is coming very soon and I will not feel bad for it at all!
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Taylor Swift ‘Mine’ with Eris Vanserra pls?
AN: Thank you for the prompt! This is one I might actually save and expand into something longer one day! I love the idea of them slowly falling in love <3
I hope you like it!
As always asks are open for prompts!
Song: Mine
Pairing: Reader X Eris
Content Warning: None
Words: 641
You’d never been more grateful to have a secluded cottage outside of town than you were at that moment. “Fine Eris,” you screamed behind you as you stormed out, “If this is how it is to be then I never want to see you again!” When the door slammed you took a moment to catch your breath, before pivoting and stomping your way into the dark forest.
The tears started the moment you sat in the soft grass beside the river, and soon you found your body wracked with sobs. You couldn’t believe that you had trusted him. You had made such a large place for Eris in your home, in your heart, that you knew your life would never be the same without him.
Things had started rocky between you and the Autumn Court heir nearly a year ago. You had been working in a small cafe in town when he stopped for lunch. You had thought him stuck up and insufferable, and he thought you to be nothing more than a simpering commonfolk. It wasn’t until he’d attended the festival in your village that the two of you had seen how wrong your initial assumptions had been.
The relationship had begun purely physically for both of you. You had been looking for a distraction from village life, and he had been looking for somewhere he could relax and be more than the High Lord’s son for a little while. Though you could pinpoint the exact moment you began to truly feel more for him. You had been sitting in the exact spot you are now and he had held you while you both opened up.
That night you had both spoken about your childhoods and your dreams. You had begun to fall for him then. Perhaps that’s why it hurt so much when he showed up tonight and started talking about an engagement. It was at that moment that you realized he is it for you. You're in love with Eris Vanserra.
It’s only a few minutes later when you hear boots coming through the underbrush. He quietly sits down beside you and pulls you into him.
“I thought I told you to leave?” You weakly mumble.
He chuckles softly beside you, “I’ve never been particularly good at following directions, Love.”
The term of endearment causes a new round of tears, and you tremble in an attempt to hold back your sobs. His grip on you tightens and he begins to rub lazy circles on your back.
“Shhh,” he leans his forehead against the side of your head, “It’s ok baby. I am here, I will always be here. I don’t care what my father says. I am not marrying anyone else. I will come up with a plan, I swear it. I love you.”
In an instant, you go quiet, and you pull away to look him in the eyes. Your voice is hoarse when you ask, “What did you say?”
His eyes are wide as if he couldn’t believe the words that had come out of his mouth, but a moment later he grins at you. “I believe I just said that I love you, Y/N. You know, I’ve known for a while now.” He shakes his head, “Meeting you did something to me. You made me want to be the best version of myself so maybe I could deserve just a fraction of what you were willing to give me. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and it scares me. But I am much too selfish to stay away.”
Your bottom lip quivers as you look into his eyes. For the first time, you have hope for a real future for the two of you. “Then don’t stay away, Eris. We will figure it all out eventually. I love you too.”
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Bear with me as I have The Tortured Poets Department on repeat and Taylor wrote But Daddy I Love Him for John Egan and Julie Jean -
I forgot if this was ever fun, I just learned these people only raise you to cage you - in reference to Lana’s life long career pushed on her by her mother in order to be the money cow for the entire family so if it was something that she ever did for enjoyment and not for the benefit of her mother’s approval it has been to long a time and she can’t recall anymore.
I just learned these people try and save you ‘cause they hate you; to high a horse for a simply girl to rise above it; they slammed the door on my whole world; the one thing I wanted - No one is keeping John away from her for her own benefit they simply don’t want her to have the one thing she wants and the one thing she’s willing to fight for because they want her to continue following the path they have laid for her and her mother stealing her letters and trying to convince her John was dead was never for the benefit of Julie Jean but so she can continue to be only Lana Tierney.
Now I’m running with my dress unbuttoned
Screaming “But Daddy I love him
I’m having his baby”
No I’m not but you should see your faces
Oh Julie Jean, I can see their faces when you guys marry in every Allied territory between Europe and America just so they can’t keep you two apart. I can see their faces when you are having his baby.
Dutiful daughter, all my plains were laid; tendrils tucked into a woven braid
Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all
Julie’s never defied her mother, she has the career her mother wants, is marrying the man her mother chose, and her life is carefully played out by her Mother’s scheming hands. John is the one thing she’s wanted for herself and has fought against them for. In many ways Julie Jean never got to be a child. She’s been working since she was a child but in other ways, her mother has never allowed her t grow up. And she won’t get to experience that until she’s free and she’s with John and he opens her eyes or helps her to mature those aspects in their life together.
He was chaos, he was revelry
Bedroom eyes like a remedy
Soon enough the elders had convened; down at the city hall
“Stay away from her”
The saboteurs protested too much
Lord knows the words we never heard
Just screeching tires and true love
Her Mother and the studios and the press and the fans are all going to have a lot to say once they finally get to be together but none of it is ever going to hurt them or even reach them.
I’LL TELL YOU SOMETHING RIGHT NOW
I’D RATHER BURN MY WHOLE LIFE DOWN
THAN LISTEN TO ONE MORE SECOND OF ALL THIS BITCHIN’ AND MOANIN’
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MY GOOD NAME
IT’S MINE ALONE TO DISGRACE
Sing it with your entire lungs because okay Mrs. Julie Jean Egan GO OFF! Is she not scheming to get closer to him? Playing the game better than the studios and her mother to wait for him? Disgracing her name and sacrificing her body for a chance with him. *ahem, jack Huston*
ME AND MY WILD BOY AND ALL THIS WILD JOY
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AND NO YOU CAN’T COME TO THE WEDDING
I KNOW HE’S CRAZY BUT HE’S THE ONE I WANT
Take that Mother Dearest and Studios and Jack Huston your asses cannot come to the wedding and yes he’s fucking crazy at times but is she not the same amount of crazy for him? Is she not the only one who can be with him through it all and accept him and not need one single thing to change? He’s just her wild boy.
This is my favorite essay
#me and my wild boy and all this wild joy#TAKE ME OUT AND DUMP ME IN A RIVER#masters of the air#mota#💌asks
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Taylor Swift and Things
Note: huge thank you to @meandmypagancrew who assembled the lyrics for this post!
'Taylor Swift'
Tim McGraw: There’s a letter left on your doorstep and the first thing that you’ll read
Teardrops on My Guitar: The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
Cold As You: You never did give a damn thing honey, but I cried, cried for you
Should’ve Said No: And baby, you know all the right things to say
I’m Only Me When I’m With You: And sometimes we don’t say a thing, just listen to the crickets sing
'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'
Fifteen: In your life you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team
Hey Stephen: I didn’t say half the things I wanted to
Hey Stephen: So, I got some things to say to you, ha
Breathe: You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand
Tell Me Why: Why do you have to put down my dreams so you’re the only thing on my mind?
Forever and Always: ‘Cause it seems to me this thing is breaking down
Change: Because these things will change
Change: We’re getting stronger now, find things they never found
Change: It was the night things changed
Jump Then Fall: When people say things that bring you to your knees, I’ll catch you
SuperStar: So dim that spotlight, tell me things like, "I can’t take my eyes off of you"
The Other Side Of The Door: I keep going back over things we both said, and I remember the slamming door and all the things that I misread
'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'
Mine: You are the best thing that’s ever been mine
Mine: And there’s a drawer of my things at your place
Mine: She is the best thing that’s ever been mine
Mean: Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
The Story Of Us: So many things that I wish you knew
The Story Of Us: So many things that you wish I knew
Better Than Revenge: And she thinks I’m psycho ‘cause I like to rhyme her name with things
Better Than Revenge: I’m just another thing for you to roll your eyes at, honey
Innocent: Did some things you can’t speak of but at night you live it all again
Ours: People throw rocks at things that shine
Superman: To save the world or go to work, it’s the same thing to me
Electric Touch: I’ve got my money on things going badly
I Can See You: You won’t believe half the things I see inside my head
I Can See You: Wait ‘til you see half the things that haven’t happened yet
Timeless: I thought about it as I started looking ‘round at these precious things that time forgot
'Red (Taylor's Version)'
All Too Well: Maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘till you tore it all up
All Too Well: You mail back my things and I walk home alone
All Too Well: Back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known
The Lucky One: And all the young things line up to take your place
Starlight: He said, “Look at you, worrying too much about things you can’t change”
Starlight: Don’t you dream impossible things?
The Moment I Knew: There’s one thing missing, and that was the moment I knew
The Moment I Knew: But there was one thing missing, and that was the moment I knew
Girl At Home: You chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have
Better Man: I know the bravest thing I ever did was run
Forever Winter: I say, “Believe in one thing, I won’t go away”
Run: This thing was a shot in the dark
'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'
Blank Space: I could show you incredible things
Style: And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
Bad Blood: All these things will catch up to you
Clean: I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing
Wonderland: Didn’t they tell us don’t rush into things?
Is It Over Now?: Oh, Lord, I think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I’ve been wanting, but no
Is It Over Now?: I was hoping you’d be there and say the one thing I've been wanting, but now
'reputation'
…Ready For It?: You should see the things we do, baby
I Did Something Bad: He says, “Don’t throw away a good thing”
Delicate: Just think of the fun things we could do
Look What You Made Me Do: And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure
So It Goes…: I’m not a bad girl but I do bad things with you
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: This is why we can’t have nice things, darling
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: This is why we can’t have nice things, honey
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: Did you think I wouldn’t hear all the things you said about me
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: And here’s to you, ‘cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do
Call It What You Want: At least I did one thing right
Call It What You Want: Yeah, you know I did one thing right
'Lover'
Cruel Summer: I scream, “For whatever it’s worth, I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”
Paper Rings: I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings
Death By A Thousand Cuts: I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town
False God: I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey
Afterglow: I blew things out of proportion, now you’re blue
ME!: But one of these things is not like the others
Daylight: I want to be defined by the things I love, not the things I hate, not the things that I’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night
'folklore'
The 1: If one thing had been different would everything be different today?
Exile: I couldn’t turn things around / You never turned things around
Seven: Are there still beautiful things?
Illicit Affairs: And that’s the thing about illicit affairs
Epiphany: And some things you just can’t speak about
Betty: The worst thing that I ever did what was I did to you
Betty: In the garden would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing?
Betty: The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you
'evermore'
Willow: As if you were mythical thing
Champagne Problems: But you’ll find the real thing instead
No Body, No Crime: Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen
No Body, No Crime: Good thing Este’s sister’s gonna swear she was with me
No Body, No Crime: Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy
Happiness: Both of these things can be true
Happiness: Both of these things I believe
Cowboy Like Me: And the tennis court was covered up with some tent-like thing
Cowboy Like Me: Oh, I thought, this is gonna be one of those things
Long Story Short: Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things
Evermore: Can’t not think of all the cost and the things that will be lost
Evermore: All the things that will be lost now
It’s Time To Go: Sometimes giving up is the strong thing
It’s Time To Go: Sometimes to run is the brave thing
It’s Time To Go: Sometimes walking out is the one thing that will find you the right thing
'Midnights'
Anti-Hero: I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser
Snow On The Beach: Can this be a real thing, can it?
Midnight Rain: Jumping off things in the ocean
Question…?: We had one thing going on
Question…?: But one thing after another
Vigilante Shit: You did some bad things, but I’m the worst of them
The Great War: Telling me to punish you for things you never did
Bigger Than The Whole Sky: Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
Bigger Than The Whole Sky: Every single thing to come has turned into ashes
High Infidelity: Seemed like the right thing at the time
You’re Losing Me: I’m the best thing at this party
Other Songs written by Taylor
Carolina: And things that only Carolina will ever know
Christmas Must Be Something More: What if ribbons and bows didn’t mean a thing?
Christmas Must Be Something More: What if angels did not pay attention to all the things that we wished they would always do?
Christmas Must Be Something More: It seems the last thing on your mind
Eyes Open: The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children
I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: I’m sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind
If This Was A Movie: I know people change and these things happen
Only The Young: Only one thing can save us
The Alcott: And the last thing you wanted is the first thing I do
The Alcott: It’s the last thing you wanted, it’s the first thing I do
The Alcott: It’s the last thing I wanted, it’s the first thing I do
The Joker and the Queen (Remix): How was I to know it’s a crazy thing
Official Alternate Releases
Better Than Revenge (2010 Version): She’s better known for the things that she does on the mattress
Happiness (Clean Version): All the years I’ve given is just things we’re dividing up
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list of lyrics that destroy me completely when i think about aziracrow
"You know the distance never made a difference to me. I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea. Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen, and all that we believe. So I thought you were like an angel to me" Unknown/Nth, Hozier
(or just all of unknown/nth to be honest)
"We've been living on a fault line, and for a while, you were all mine. I spent a lifetime giving you my heart, I swear I'll be yours forever, till forever falls apart” Till Forever Falls Apart, Ashe and FINNEAS
"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. Oh, take me back to the night we met" The Night We Met, Lord Huron
"For all that was said, of where we'd end up at the end of it. When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace. What good would it be on the far side of things? It was too soon, when that part of you was ripped away. A grip taking hold, like a cancer that grows. Each piece of your body that it takes" Francesca, Hozier
"I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" Francesca, Hozier
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You've left me in the dark, no dawn, no day. I'm always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart. And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped and I was in the darkness. So darkness I became" Cosmic Love, Florence + The Machine
"Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight, the light reflects the chain on your neck. He says, "Look up", and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough" "One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend'. And you knew what it was, he is in love" "And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words" You are in Love, Taylor Swift
"I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you" Turning Page, Sleeping at Last
"One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way. It creeps into the corners as the moment fades. A voice your body jumps to calling out your name, but after this I'm never gonna be the same and I am never going back again" First Light, Hozier
"You and I burned out our steam, chasing someone else's dream. How can something be so much heavier, but so much less than what it seems? Darling, we sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined. This phantom life sharpens like an image, but it sharpens like a knife" Who We Are, Hozier
"You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't". We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't. Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light. Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time
Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always risin' from the ashes, mendin' all her gashes. You might just have dealt the final blow" "And I'm fadin', thinkin'
"Do something, babe, say something" "Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing to believe unless you're choosin' me" You're Losing Me, Taylor Swift
"Say what you want, but say it like you mean it with your fists for once. A long, cold war with your kids at the front, just give it one more day then you're done" "Head full of whiskey but I always deliver. Jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor. And Jesus, if you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?" American Teenager, Ethel Cain
"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life" Take me to Church, Hozier
"you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" "I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school, when I ended up back at our class reunion walking in with you. You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out. I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium and I can still see you now" "I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it. Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door. You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined" Suburban Legends, Taylor Swift
Literally every word of Say Don't Go by Taylor Swift
#this list is not exhaustive#i will be adding to it as i continue to listen to my aziracrow playlist#this playlist slaps so hard#aziracrow#good omens#i made this list instead of studying
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The Era Tour: 06. Act IV: reputation
Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington, Anthony + Kate Bridgerton
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Colin watched as Penelope's favourite artist disappeared from the stage. He didn't know what 'era' was coming next - just watched Penelope from the row above. He watched as she swapped places with Gregory - meaning she was standing next to two fellow Swifties. He was pretty sure that is what Penelope calls herself.
The sound of heels on the floor as well as the hissing of a snake nearly made the entire stadium erupt in screams.
Gregory must have said something to Pen because she leaned over. "Watch the entire stadium go absolutely feral!"
And feral did they go!
Colin could only watch in shock over Penelope as she pulled out body rolls and some kind of sideways hip thrust (somewhat similar to the moves Taylor Swift is producing).
"Knew he was a killer the first time that I saw him, wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted. But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom, holdin' him for ransom," the opening lyrics weren't as eye-opening as the pre-chorus and chorus were for dear Colin.
"I-I-I see how this is gon' go. Touch me and you'll never be alone, I-Island breeze and lights down low, no one has to know. In the middle of the night, in my dreams. You should see the things we do, baby (mmm). In the middle of the night, in my dreams, I know I'm gonna be with you. So I'll take my time, are you ready for it?"
It made Colin look at Penelope with a mix of awe, shock and even wonder. He shouldn't be pinning after his little sister's best friend like he is. But sometimes the heart wants what it wants.
Colin had heard rumours of chants at the concert. Turns out, this was one of them.
"This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so. You must like me for me. We can't make any promises, now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink!"
Which was quickly followed by "1, 2, 3! Let's go, bitch!"
The second chorus made Colin wonder who Penelope had been seeing, may possibly be seeing. She hasn't said anything to him, the often shared stories. If Penelope hadn't told me, Eloise would have (he remembered when Eloise had bragged about Penelope's date to their secondary school prom).
"Third floor on the West Side, me and you. Handsome, you're a mansion with a view. Do the girls back home touch you like I do?" Was sung, which made Penelope look over at the two other Swifties, and shook her head - then giggled when she realised that Taylor Swift was doing the exact same thing. "Long night with your hands up in my hair," Penelope ran her fingers through her hair. "Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs. Stay here, honey, I don't want to share. 'Cause I like you."
It was going to bug Colin, who the hell Penelope was seeing. Whoever it was, didn't deserve her. What if you're good enough for Penelope? A voice said in the back of Colin's brain.
Did he? Could he dem himself 'good enough' for Penelope?
The next song to play was Don't Blame Me, which as Colin listened to it - sounded very gospel-like. Colin watched as Penelope sang along at the top of her lungs, so much so because he was so close, he could only just hear her over the sound of the speakers.
"I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and, toyin' with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use. Something happened for the first time, in the darkest little paradise, shakin', pacin', I just need you," Colin couldn't believe the dance moves Penelope was pulling out, he looked over at Kate (who wasn't paying attention to Penelope), then he looked over at Eloise and his mother (neither were paying attention to Penelope either). "For you, I would cross the line. I would waste my time, I would lose my mind. They say she's gone too far this time."
Then the song hit its pinnacle. Heavily leaning into the gospel sound. "Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be using for the rest of my life," Taylor Swift's backup singers sang, as she looked down the stage and into the camera.
"Using for the rest of my life, oh!" She hit a very high note, then sang the higher notes as both the backing track and her backup singers sang the main track.
"Don't blame me. Don't blame me. Don't blame me for what you made me do," the third sentence made the fans in the stadium freak out. "Don't blame me. Don't blame me. Don't blame me for what. You. Made. Me. Do!"
The gospel sound of Don't Blame Me changed into the dark fantasy sound of Look What You Made Me Do.
"I don't like your little games, don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play of the fool, no, I don't like you," Colin had watched as Penelope and the two Swifties exchanged bracelets much like she did with the little girl in front of her. "I don't like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie. You said the gun was mine, isn't cool, no, I don't like you. Oh!"
"But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined. I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!"
She walked down the stage very quickly, during the bridge. "I'm sorry. But the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead!" She jumped and landed on her shins then her knees
"Look what you made me do. Look what you just made me do. Look what you just made me do."
As soon as she disappeared into the stage, the reputation era was over.
#polin#polin fic#colin x pen#pen x colin#penelope x colin#colin x penelope#colin bridgerton#penelope bridgerton#gregory bridgerton#eloise bridgerton#kate bridgerton#violet bridgerton#taylor swift#reputation#...ready for it?#delicate#don't blame me#look what you made me do#Spotify
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Soulmate scene with Alistair. Everything they see before they find each other is dull, even physical touch doesn't feel vibrant. He could meet her at a "ball" where she's being sold labeled as "pure and untouched" their eyes meet and the rest is history for him. For her she's worried because her soulmate is a buyer
one word: OOF
loved this tho, aaaaaaaa
the rest of the world was black and white
but we were in screaming color.
―“Out of the Woods”, Taylor Swift
The fact that every single thing in life feels muted, (Name) thinks, might be her saving grace.
It’s keeping her from fighting back; keeping her alive, at least for the time being. Every touch on her skin is dull, like she can feel she’s being touched but sensation itself is missing. Her captors have bathed her, dressed her, bound and caged her, and she can’t describe their touches as positive or negative. They just are.
It means she doesn’t retaliate to stop them, because nothing about this is causing her pain, is it? On the other side of the coin, however, it also means that in her whole life, she’s never felt anything good. Everything seems grey at best. She’s gone through life feeling absolutely nothing, no spark of joy nor weight of sadness. Although she’s felt the hint of those things, or what they should be, nothing has come close to the way she sees other people live once they’ve found their soulmates.
The chattering of the crowd, clinking of wine glasses, and the auctioneer selling off the other ladies might as well be a low hum.
Her attention is only pulled when the footsteps of low-heeled boots approach her cage, followed by the auctioneer addressing whoever is interested. “I see this one has caught your fancy, my lord! Inspect her closer, please, if you wish. She is the best of the quality we can promise you ― pure as the driven snow, beautiful and untainted, a true pinnacle of our offerings this evening.”
“May I?” The other voice is low and smooth, with an undertone of something playful beneath the darkness of anyone who would intend to purchase another human being.
“Why, yes, of course, of course. Please. Make sure she’s to your liking.”
The man who’s interested in her doesn’t hesitate. (Name) can feel his hands behind her head, untying the black lace cloth which blinded her for the auction. When it falls down, she’s staring into the violet eyes of a man who threatens to take her breath away by his very appearance alone. She’s never seen anyone so gorgeous, dressed all in elegant white with soft blonde hair that gathers around his shoulders like a crown of feathers.
What startles her more is that when he puts his hand on her face, she can feel it. It isn’t the dull pressure of knowing that someone is touching her. It’s the texture of his glove, the gentle way he cradles her cheek, the snap of someone being suddenly awaken after walking around dead.
It’s him. The one her heart has been looking for is right here, breathing life into her world with a single touch of his hand.
Who is he? Why is her intended here? What is he doing in a seedy place like this, seeking to buy a person? If he pays the auctioneer for her, if he leads her out of here, what will the next cage he leads her into be like?
For the first time in her life, her emotions are clawing at her chest to get out, a wonderful and terrible mix of fear and adoration.
Those eyes of his stand out more than anything. They sparkle at her like precious jewels, reflecting the same desire that she can feel. The sensations of her, of the rest of the world, are finally taking form for him too. Incredible and overwhelming and threatening to swallow him whole, just as is happening with her.
He seems to fall for her in a single instant. She thinks she could drag him to his knees right now and he would have no complaint. That makes her feel powerful and wanted, but it also frightens her.
Someone so devoted to her after knowing her for just a moment ― what is a man like that capable of? What will he do with her? What will he do?
His touch travels to her neck, tracing delicate lines. He doesn’t appear to want to hurt her, does he? That doesn’t mean he’s harmless. She arches her head back anyway, exposing her throat for him as if he can be trusted with it.
At last, he utters three words that seal her fate: “I’ll take her.”
In the blur that follows, the auctioneer is paid, (Name)’s new owner finishes his wine, and he holds her delicately as he leads her down the stairs. Even though she’s out of her cage, she doesn’t think she’s actually free.
“Come along, lovebird,” he murmurs into her ear. “I can’t wait to get to know the one who lit up my world.”
She isn’t sure what to think; too many new, fully blossomed emotions make her feel like they’re going to burst her open at the seams.
She leans against him regardless, somehow content in his embrace.
He doesn’t seem cruel, at least toward her.
Maybe that’s enough for her heart to settle.
#human trafficking tw#twilightlover2007#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Aleister#Aleister Chamber#scenario#romantic#soulmate AU#drama#horror#OOF OOF OOF BUT I LOVE IT#one hell of a queue
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Crimson Rivers as Reputation Songs
hi ive decided that taylor wrote reputation for Crimson Rivers and I'm sure you've all had the same thought, but i wanted to write down all the little ways i see them in the album and my interpretation!!!! soe spoilers for CR ahead so be warned! @mayzarbewithyou
…Ready for it?
jegulus!!!
“In the middle of the night in my dreams / you should see the things we do, baby / In the middle of the night in my dreams / I know I’m gonna be with you / so I take my time”
very regulus to james !! dirty scandalous man hehe
regulus talking quietly to James when they’re alone and not being watched and he opens up and tells james the things he dreams about for them
I see how this is gon' go / Touch me and you'll never be alone / Island breeze and lights down low / No one has to know
regulus at the beginning of the fic when he was in his parting gift era
"no one has to know"
Obviously the “baby let the games begin” is very Crimson Rivers of her!!
“I see how this is gonna go"
Regulus seeing the ending before it can even begin and never letting himself just want and have until be finally does
“Knew I was a robber / first time that he saw me / stealing hearts and running off never saying sorry”
WHEN THEY WERE LIKE “ stole your heart, did I?” “Return it to me will you?” “No I think ill hold onto it for a bit more” IDK if that’s word for word but off the top of my head that’s what I remember and ??? That’s so them im???
“Every lover known in comparison is a failure” regulus after exactly one night and thinking Barty wasn’t as good as James LMFAO
End game
This one is also jegulus I’ve decided
“Big reputation / you and me we got some big reputations / and you heard about me / I got some big enemies / big reputation / you and me we’d be a big conversation”
This is so them before their games!!! Like there isn’t a single person who doesn’t know their names and if they were in love??? They’d be a big conversation indeed
“I don't wanna touch you / I don’t wanna be / Just anther ex-love you don’t wanna see / I don't wanna miss you / Like the other girls do / I don't wanna hurt you / I wanna be your end game”
This is so James to reg. Like he wanted him to love him so badddd he just wanted to be reg’s endgame!!! He didn’t want them to be something only to be nothing to him later :(
“Knew her when I was young / Reconnected when we were little bit older / I Did Something Bad”
Them growing up and being in love so close yet so far and then when they’re older falling in love fr this time??? Yeah this is so them
Don’t Blame Me
dorlenes ANTHEM
“For you, I would cross the line / I would waste my time / I would lose my mind / they say she’s gone too far this time / Don’t blame me love made me crazy”
You’re going to look at me and tell me this ISNT Dorcas meadows starting a WAR to save Marlene ???
“Lord save me my drug is my baby”
Dorcas literally on her KNEES doing whatever she can to save Marlene oh my god they’re so in love they invented love
“And baby for you / I would fall from grace / just to touch your face / if you walk away I’ll beg you on my knees to stay”
This is it. This IS their song it belongs to them and them alone I don’t care
Like dorcas went against both riddle and Dumbledore for Marlene. She made her own side and went against the person she’s been fighting for for years for the love of her life
This whole song is just so them!!! I love a woman on a mission <3
Delicate
Lilymary!!!!! Also wolfstar, but lilymary!!!
“This ain't for the best / My reputation's never been worse, so / You must like me for me / Yeah, I want you / We can't make any promises / Now can we, babe? / But you can make me a drink / Is it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head? / ‘Cause I know that it's delicate “
The first part is so remus to Sirius because he met him at his lowest point and still fell in love. they are the definition of love. Look up love in the dictionary and its them
Then lily <3 she was always so afraid of love and what it can do and how It can rip you apart, but she knows what she has with Mary is so so so special and she wants to treat them with so much love and care!! They have a delicate beautiful thing that she’s holding so gently!!
“Just think of the fun things we could do / ‘Cause I like you”
When lily only wanted a fun time with Mary at first and wasn’t ready for anything else, but then going from that to just “it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head? / ‘Cause I know that it's delicate”
Yeah just them being so lovely and treating what they have with so much love and care
Also very remus and Sirius learning to trust and tentative touches and gentle kisses and washing dishes together and !!!
Just delicate things
Look What You Made Me Do
this could go either way and a little bit of both between dumbledore and riddle.
But either way it’s directed at Dorcas.
Dorcas finding out the things dumbledore has done to ensure he wins this war HE started
“I don’t like your little games / the role you made me play of the fool / no I don’t like you / I don’t like your perfect crime / how you laugh when you lie / you said the gun was mine / isn’t cool / no I don’t like you”
Like we can all agree this is Dorcas @ dumbledore right? Okay cool
“But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time/ honey I rose up from the dead I do it all the time/ I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined”
DORCAS MF MEADOWS BABYYYYY she’s so cool wtf I want to be her and be with her I just need her
“Oh look what you made me do” riddle bc he fucking sucks
But also Dumbledore when he made Gideon and fabion take the fall for dorcas
And dorcas when she started a war because neither side was doing anything so she took things into her own hands.
Dorcas looking at Dumbledore and saying “look what you made me do” is so powerful!
Dorcas is a badass mf put some respect on her name I want to kiss the back of her hand so bad
Getaway Car
this is one of my favorites off the album and it is very much dumbledore and grindelweld. (unfortunately? idk bc zar did so amazing fleshing or their backstory that its fascinating and i dont like them as people, but their characters are fascinating and the PARALLELS mmmm so good)
“It was the best of times, the worst of crimes / I struck a match and blew your mind / But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it / The ties were black, the lies were white”
Albus falling in love during the worst time of his life (best of times worst of times)
Grindelweld not seeing albus’ betrayal coming or maybe he did but the lies were white
"X" marks the spot where we fell apart / He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself / I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed / We never had a shotgun shot in the dark”
He poisoned the well I was lying to myself- albus when grindelweld betrayed him and killed Ariana, he was lying to himself thinking grindelweld wasn’t the man he was and that he wouldn’t do anything to get him back
You were drivin' the getaway car / We were flyin', but we'd never get far / Don't pretend it's such a mystery / Think about the place where you first met me / Ridin' in a getaway car / There were sirens in the beat of your heart / Should've known I'd be the first to leave / Think about the place where you first met me
This part belongs to the moment when dumbledore finally kills him.
Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, think back to the moment you first met me- they were never going to have a happy ending and grindelweld should have seen it coming, they met during the hunger games where he was putting him and his sister in an arena to fight for their lives. They could never exist like they wanted to.
“Until I switched to the other side, to the other side / It's no surprise I turned you in / 'Cause us traitors never win”
Albus turning on the man he loved, betraying him and killing him, but never winning.
“It’s no surprise I turned you in”
Just thinking about dumbledore killing him and saying “don’t pretend it’s such a mystery” as if he would ever do anything less to avenge his sister, even to the man he loved.
Gorgeous
Regulus through and through
This song is literally his internal thoughts about James 24/7
reg wrote this song about James I know bc he showed me his sad boy poetry and this was in there
“You should take it as a compliment / That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk / You should think about the consequence / Of your magnetic field being a little too strong / you’re so cool it makes me hate you so much”
Liiiiike? Regulus coded. Taylor knows CR reg personally and wrote this for him
Him making fun of James because otherwise hell just talk ab how pretty he is and how in love he is
You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / ‘Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But, what can I say? / You're gorgeous”
ITS SO REGULUS.
Like come onnnnnn he can’t even look James in the eye most of the time bc every time he does he’s just a deer in the headlights
James is so pretty im in love with him
Regulus get in line I wanna kiss James face so bad
“You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you / And you should think about the consequence / Of you touching my hand in the darkened room / ‘cus you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts”
God this is so regulus idk what more I can say
“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine / I feel like I might sink and drown and die”
I know James eyes aren’t blue, but the comparison to regulus drowning in them is too good
“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”
UUUUUUUUGH they’re so lovely im clawing at the wall I want what they have ugh ugh ugh
Dress
this is both wolfstar AND dorlene
“Secret moments in a crowded room / but they don’t know about me and you / there is an indentation in the shape of you / make your mark on me”
This is so CR wolfstar Zar might as well have written the song himself.
Secret moments in a crowded room but they don’t know about me and you??? You’re joking. Like it’s so them😭 Remus at parties as a server while Sirius is siting with sponsors like 3 feet away with hickies he left the night before?? Yeah
“Say my name and everything just stops / I don’t want you like a best friend / only bought this dress so you could take it off”
DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE
LITERALLY THEM. When they tried to be friends but Dorcas wanted so much more! Them being in love and being friends never being enough!
When Marlene asked Dorcas to take her dress off!!! God I love them so much oh my god
“Everyone thinks that they know us / but they know nothing about / all of this silence and patience / pining and anticipation/ my hands are shaking from holding back from you”
WOLFSTAR <3 I love them so much. When the hallows think they have Sirius and Remus all figured out and put in their little boxes, the boy who give out sexual favors for sponsors and the servant to the hallow, but they know nothing about them
When they’re around the hallows and have to hold back from each other but all they want is to be in each other’s arms😭
Also dorlene!!! Again everyone thinking they know Dorcas and Marlene and they have them in their little boxes, but Marlene would never be the girl they wanted or thought she was and Dorcas was literally undercover for a war.
The pining and anticipation / my hands are shaking from holding back from you !!!! Dorcas and Marlene!!!! They’re so in love oh my god I love them sm
“Flashback when you first met me / your buzz cut and my hair bleached / even in my worst times / you could see the best of me / flashback to my mistakes / my rebounds my earthquakes / even in my worst lies / you saw the truth in me”
This is so wolfstar and dorlene. Flashback to my worst times- Sirius knowing Remus saw both his games and has seen him at his worst and Remus thinking about grayback but even then Remus saw the best in Sirius and neither love the other less for their lows
Flashback to my mistakes- Marlene finding out about lily and despite not being together still hurting because it hurts! They’re so heartbreaking and I just love them so much
Call It What You Want
THIS IS CR WOLFSTARS SONG I DONT CARE THIS IS IT
“I brought a knife to a gun fight / they took the crown but it’s alright”
Sirius winning his games but never actually winning
“My baby’s fit like a daydream / walking with his head down / I’m the one he’s walking to / so call it what you want”
Remus walking with his head down bc he’s a servant but he’s always walking to Sirius!
Sirius thinking Remus is so fit all the time and basically drooling nonstop- me too babe, me too
“My baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole thing / loves me like I’m brand new”
Remus never paying attention to rumors and loving Sirius for him and nothing else, loving him like he’s all new and never been tainted by the hallows or the games
“All my flowers grew back as thorns / he built a fire just to keep me warm / all the drama queens taking swings / all the jokers dressing up as kings / they fade to nothing when I look at him”
Sirius feeling like after the games he only destroyed things and like he grew thorns and ruins everything he touches, but Remus showing him he’s loved???
All the hallows trying to get their hands on him and sink their claws in but he only has eyes for Remus (specifically that one scene when Remus is working at the party and all the hallows are throwing themselves at Sirius but as soon as he sees Remus his eyes follow him all night and yeah them)
“ I’m laughing with my lover / making forts under covers / trust him like a brother / yeah you know I did one thing right / starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights”
It’s literally them. That’s all. It’s them building trust and loving each other and laughing together and being in love.
“I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck / not because he owns me / but because he really knows me / which is more than they can say”
No you’re not listening. This is literally cr wolfstar
NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS ME BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME
Remus is the only person aside from his friends who can say they KNOW Sirius because Sirius let’s him know him. He KNOWS Sirius. All the hallows who want to own Sirius and to make him THEIRS don’t get it. Sirius could never be theirs because they don’t know him and they never will. Sirius wants to belong to Remus because it’s his choice! He wants to belong to the man he’s built trust with and who KNKWS him. Oh my god they make me SICK. They’re so perfect
“Would you run away with me?” Sirius to Remus all the time pls pls pls I love them
anyways I have to go do some work so this is all i have but i just love these characters so much and !!!!!
#sirius black#remus lupin#marlene mckinnon#mary mcdonald#james potter#regulus black#dorcas meadowes#lily evans#aberforth dumbledore#ariana dumbledore#albus dumbledore#crimson rivers#jegulus#wolfstar#dorlene#marylily#zeppazariel#marauders#the marauders
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so... i mentioned a dream i had last night about my spidersona and so i decided to take the motivation to draw and write out ideas. Ill put it all under the cut cause its a bit long and goofy.
First things first. Not in New york. This takes place in a city more akin to richmond. or some other southern city. Not too big, not too tall, and near enough to tobacco that that is something that is thought about.
second things second, gotta clear this from my chest. Bitten by a beetle. A Lasioderma serricorne, aka Tobacco Beetle. Agrioscorp was developing and presenting pesticides to use against such creatures. Martha, our tiny hero, was there for a school project about crops and bing boom. Beetle that the pesticide was supposed to murder actually didn't murder the beetle and it gave the magic bite of powers.
Name: Martha Anne Taylor
Hero name: The Dynamic Tobacco Beetle. or Baccy
Alignment: HAHAHHA she watched too much a-team, red dawn, and Smokey and the Bandit growing up. while respectful, she does not see the system as the end all be all and often tries to talk to her villains. Drags them to a good meal.
powers: Climbing walls, super strength, enhanced senses, immunity to certain toxins, can digest less nutritious food (like rotten food) with no problem, good at riding horses (not a power... .. .)
toolkit: rope shooters, ginger cinnamon molasses cookies to offer villains. Armor (the dark brown bits under her jacket)
weaknesses: Cold!! gets slower and slower as she gets colder. at 39.2 Fahrenheit (4 °C) she passes out. she learns to layer pretty fast. Homemade Biscuits and iced sweet tea. offer those and she'll be distracted enough for you to go commit crimes
age: 16ish.
backstory: Lives with her maternal grandpa after most of her family was killed. by hurricanes. :/ dang. Her grampa runs a horse carriage service within the city and she helps care for the horses in her downtime
foes: mostly based on tssm versions. because beloved. BUT we have some changes and some dynamic shake-ups and name changes because.
vulture-> to Falcon (Adrian Toomes): He is an old inventor whose work has been taken over and over and he is done. Osborn (like in tssm) took his design and this was the breaking point. Hes bent on revenge. and Baccy is bent on getting him to calm down and eat a Snickers. eek.
Tinkerer( Phineas Mason): Owns a technology repair store and has underground dealings in tech that the store acts as a front for. Quentin lives with him due to him owing Quentin's deceased parents a huge favor. Quentin used to live in new york city and had to move with tinkerer down south.
mysterio-> Mysterium (Quentin Mason nee Beck): Northern City Kid who feels pretty out of water. Goes to the same school as Martha. They end up as pals. but that's a complicated story.
Tombstone: similar to tssm. crime lord. of a relatively small city so its a bit easier. Also!! Baccy cant go in his office. He keeps it too cold. He has no idea that's the case. She leaves notes on his window to threaten him. Like cut out letter ransom notes. He leaves some in reply on occasion.
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other people ive thought about:
Ella Osborn is the sickly daughter of Norman. She can do some things but tires easily. Very easily. Martha is a tutor for her, as she is mainly homeschooled. it gives her a chance to interact with other kids her age. Not by her parents though. There are people they can pay to do it instead.
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I only know taylor swift as someone who sucks ass at writing lyrics, what are the banger lyrics im missing??
lmao i totally get that. I think it will always be a bit of a personal preference thing, just like some ppl love some writing styles which others cant stand, same with lyrics.
I personally love the lyric writing that tells a good story i can see in my head, and the song creates an atmosphere which you can touch and even smell. I think Taylor's strength is in her storytelling, which shines through especially in folklore and evermore. I personally love "seven" ("Please picture me/In the weeds/Before I learned civility/I used to scream ferociously"), august ("To live for the hope of it all/Cancel plans just in case you'd call"), peace ("Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"), "illicit affairs" ("Leave the perfume on the shelf/That you picked out just for him/So you leave no trace behind/Like you don't even exist"), "champagne problems" ("Sometimes you just don't know the answer/'Til someone's on their knees and asks you"), "cowboy like me" ("Perched in the dark/Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear/Like it could be love/I could be the way forward/Only if they pay for it"), "'tis the damn season" ("We could call it even/You could call me babe for the weekend/'Tis the damn season, write this down/I'm stayin' at my parents' house/And the road not taken looks real good now"), "ivy" ("Oh, goddamn/My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand/Taking mine, but it's been promised to another/Oh, I can't/Stop you putting roots in my dreamland/My house of stone, your ivy grows/And now I'm covered in you").
Now every album she releases has its misses and its hits. I don't love "Lover" that much bc it's a bit too happy poppy for me, though the song "Lover" itself tells a very palpable feeling. Other songs I like are "All Too Well" ("And you call me up again just to break me like a promise/So casually cruel in the name of being honest"), "Dear John" ("Long were the nights when/My days once revolved around you/Counting my footsteps/Praying the floor won't fall through again"), "Back to December" ("It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you/Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine"), "The Story of Us" ("I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how/I never heard silence quite this loud"), "Clean" ("Ten months sober, I must admit/Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it"), "Begin Again" ("And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid/I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did"), "Don't Blame Me" ("Don't blame me, love made me crazy/If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right/Lord, save me, my drug is my baby/I'll be usin' for the rest of my life"), "Delicate" ("We can't make any promises/Now can we, babe?/But you can make me a drink").
Now many people have been dissing the latest album's cringey lyrics for a while, and while I hate them too (god the vigilante one is such a skip its unreal), i actually like some songs with cringey lyrics. "Anti-hero" really grew on me bc it's Taylor self-analising and talking about how she is her own worst critic, which is something we all experience, and I think she made it in a fun self-deprecating way in the song that still delivers the message. other songs in the album which i love and dont have those kinds of cringe lines are "you're on your own, kid" ("'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned/Everything you lose is a step you take"), "Lavander Haze" ("The only kind of girl they see (only kind of girl they see)/Is a one-night or a wife"), "High Infidelity" ("Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?/Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?"), "Would've, Could've, Should've" ("If I was some paint, did it splatter/On a promising grown man?/And if I was a child, did it matter/If you got to wash your hands?") (tbh I love all the lyrics in this song it's my fave atm).
Sorry for the long post! I really feel like Taylor's best lyrics are hidden away in her albums many times, but I do get how she gets called a good lyricist, because she is good at telling stories in them. I believe many people look at her stuff from a biased perspective most of the time bc of the way the media has portrayed her in part, and also bc she got a lot of hate from misogynists when she was young and it stayed around as mindless hate/disregard. She isnt the greatest ever but she's earned her reputation as a lyricist imo.
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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (II): Bad Blood.
Imagine you were Aemond's good friend when politics turned you in enemies. What then?
Warnings: drama, angst, smut--fluff endings as always tho.
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• Before the War
The beginnings are usually sweet, colored with a degree of naivety. These can be also the high of peace, but many forget that to keep it at all costs, should every single being be prepared for wars, regardless of positions. For wars and death walk hand in hand, seizing every life without considering rank nor gold.
As previously said, the start is always embellished with hopes, but shades of grey are already painting the walls of the Red Keep. Aemond Targaryen knows best than all that his presence is not desired by his melancholic mother or his phantom father.
He’s heading to the dragon’s cave, prompted for another ride at Vhagar when he tumbles onto you.
“Lady Y/N”, he whispers your name with a hint of surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Shouldn’t you be at court?”
“No one would notice if I left for a moment”, you say with a sigh. “I went to the gardens to write some poems.”
Aemond is quickly distracted by your presence. You were once playmates as children, but even now as young adults the interests remain the same. For now, Vhagar occupies the second place.
“I remember how well you used to write”, he offers you a smile, pleased to see a faint shade of pink in your cheeks. “May I read a few? Perhaps we could go back to the tree?”
In reference to the spot you used to spend time as children, you agree at once. And there you two go.
“I don’t think I write well, my prince.”
“Aemond”, he cuts you gently. “You can call me by my name.”
Another exchange of smiles.
“Aemond, you flatter me more than I deserve.”
Once reaching the said tree, the prince takes hold of the parchment you hoped to keep to yourself, ignoring your protests. Eventually, though, you go silent, watching his reactions in agony. For he was always able to hold his emotions back, so you constantly found difficult to read him.
But alas! If only you could dive into his intimate thoughts! Then you’d find a rising delight in his chest because the rebel prince feels the same thing for you.
However you’d never know how he truly feels…. Because at this very moment you are discovered by Ser Criston Cole and your father.
You don’t know, but this is the last time you ought to see your cherished prince.
***
• Enmity.
So take a look at what you’ve done… ‘Cause baby now we got bad blood.
You are soon married to Lord H/N of the House Tully. Obliged to move to the Riverlands, you are unhappily tied to a very old man who’s been living with his mistress for decades. The marriage, apparently, is to force an alliance that—you are to discover soon—is meant to support Rhaenyra Targaryen. Therefore, by chance and by marriage, you are now associated to the Black party.
There are, however, some good advantages as you are left on your own. If you do your duties straight as mother to your stepchildren—who are older than you—, look well after your household and not meddle in your husband’s business, you can practice your archery, ride freely and even sharp your mind through accessing the library.
It’s not that bad in practice—your marriage hasn’t been consummated, mostly because Lord H/N is not very, eh, powerful in bed, a secret you vowed to keep—, but you feel lonely. Your friends are now a memory of your life at court and people at Riverlands could be very… strict somewhat.
What’s worse: where is Aemond? Why hasn’t he written to you?
Melancholy starts to crawl over your heart and mind despite the peaceful, almost boring life you lead. Until you perceive a dark shadow creeping over the clouds.
You’d think Lord Aemond came to rescue you, but your heart breaks when you see a dark haired lady on his back, waiting as he helps her leaving Vhagar carefully.
Your heart parts before the view. Why’d you assume he corresponded your feelings, stupid girl? You wish to vanish, a natural response in these circumstances, but you are discovering a little too late that these are trying times.
The gates of the castle are now open and you are forced to act on your husband’s behalf next to his son and heir. After all, duty is one of the mottos of your new house and you never failed to fulfill it so far.
When Aemond finds you, however, he freezes. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting to see you there.
My lady, you look horribly sad. Where has your freedom gone?
A thought he doesn’t bother to voice.
“Lord”, he greets your stepson cooly, and you in the same tone. “Lady.”
“Prince Aemond”, your husband’s elder child, H/N, doesn’t let you act as a bridge between the two parties. “We do not welcome you here.”
A shadow of displeasure crosses the prince’s face.
“By denying me thus you are proceeding with treason, Lord Tully. Is this how we ought to be?”, the silver haired Targaryen prince acts as if you are not there. Unlike him, though, you have never been good in disguising your sentiments. “You are not in position to support the Usurper. Harrenhal is mine.”
And he indicates Lady Alys Rivers as proof. You don’t like her arrogance, her looks nor the influence she exercises over him. Or perhaps all of your judgement comes from jealousy.
Regardless, you feel brutally betrayed.
“Bend your knee, otherwise you shall burn.”
You pale before the prince’s threat. It’s when a sudden courage—or perhaps a moment of recklessness—rises in your spirit. For your stepson might hesitate before Aemond’s treason, but you would not.
Therefore, you take a sword from the young man—who is older than you—and step towards the prince, himself taken aback by your behavior.
You were never the one to act so imprudently, my dear Y/N.
“What is this?”
“Where is duty?”, you yell at him, eyes puddled with tears as you raise the sword to him. “Where is sacrifice? For years you’ve been nothing but a spoilt man who followed freely what your own heart commanded you to! No burden to carry, you play with whores and take what’s not yours so carelessly?”
“Lady Y/N, I strongly recommend you to be reasonable”, says Aemond, cooly, but in his eyes there is shock. You are the last person he’d expect to find resistance.
“Reasonable? To whom? You threat my stability, my family, for what purpose, lord?!”
You press your sword against him, but he makes no move, skeptical about your intentions. Surely, you’d not harm him, not when he read your soul not so many moons ago.
But something eclipses the goodness in your heart. And though the world seems to spin slower, Aemond doesn’t let guards to interfere.
These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you. Take time and erase you, love don't hear no more, no, I don't fear no more. Better yet, respect ain't quite sincere no more.
“Is this your choice?”, he frowns at you, a hand resting on his waist, ready to unsheathe the sword. “Do you opt for enmity?”
Is this what you’ve become? His eyes yell silently at yours, but you are blind to such accusation. And Aemond knows he’s the cause of it.
“Madame!”, lord H/N thinks wise to interfere. “It is unwise to opt for enmity!”
“He is our enemy now!”, you turn at the stupid boy. “He’s been waging wars, burning castles and fucking whores!”
Aemond doesn’t excuse himself from such offenses, but the same cannot be said of lady Alys.
“My lady, these are not manners of a woman who is expected to rule Riverrun”, she smirks. “But since you are putting your family at risk, perhaps a cage would do you good.”
“She doesn’t mean to”, the redhead male insists anxiously, taking from you the opportunity to defend yourself. “We’ll bend the knee, lord, if you spare us. I’m sure you’ll understand the advantages that comes from our loyalty.”
By now you feel double betrayed. Aemond, the man you loved, shows off his power over you and chooses a whore to accompany him everywhere. Lord H/N, the one son you judged reasonable, does anything he can in his father’s absence to retain some influence.
You are useless. And yet you are too proud to let tears show the path for defeat. Nonetheless, even that is better than to burn in flames. After all, you live to honor this family with the duty you’ve been taught.
Therefore you are silent. Aemond reads all that has not been said. Part of him chooses to amend what he judges to be misunderstandings, but his conscience knows precisely why you behaved the way you did.
A lioness’s pride when broken is worse than hearing a ghost’s haunting. So he thinks, taking in consideration your ties with the Lannisters, in spite of you belonging to a minor house.
***
• War
Now we got problems. And I don't think we can solve 'em. You made a really deep cut…
A cage is a cage even if it doesn’t look like one. To consider weaving revenge is useless. Despite the early disagreements with your husband in light of recent events, with now war openly declared between Aegon and his sister Rhaenyra, all you do now is focus in your womanly doings, which is looking after your new home, trying to amend relations with your stepson and so it goes.
Time begins to fly, albeit slowly. You haven’t produced any heir, but to your stepchildren your allegedly infertility is welcoming news. Ironically, this is when they start to improving relations with you.
Forgotten by your family, though, you seem forcibly content with yourself when news arrive that Lord Aemond desires to have a feast with the Tully’s. His unwanted arrival, especially regarding his royal status, means that you should dress beautifully and play the role to perfection.
“And if you point the sword once more, I’ll gladly remove your privileges”, so your husband warns you.
You agree. What else could you do? Like a creature in jail, you’ll be exhibited to enemies as if you are some sort of war prize.
Before the feast begins, though, Aemond needs a conversation with you first. He would not admit, naturally, that he’s been dreaming about you—and such dreams might reflect well his remorse in his behaving towards you. Yet, something should be done.
When you meet him in a private quarter destined to important guests, you are dressed in your best clothes. Your y/c hair is tied in a fashion braid, but your gown is red and reinforces your curves. Aemond’s eyes discreetly undress you, and the idea leaves the man to an almost bone he quickly controls.
“Lady Tully”, he begins the conversation softly, greeting you regally from his seat. He wears something to keep his lack of an eye in secret, dressing dark shade of green robes. His silver hair falls loose behind his back, giving the prince a royal look.
“Prince Aemond”, you echo his coldness, taking a seat once he indicates with a nod of his head. “I pray your journey has been safe and well.”
Aemond sees you well and part of him wishes to take you in his arms and tell you all that he never could. But this isn’t the time yet.
“Indeed I did, thank you.”
You ask the servants to fetch yourselves some wine and fruits.
“What’s the need to talk to me alone like this?”
Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show. If you live like that, you live with ghosts.
Aemond studies you, not responding you immediately. He strokes his chin, playing with his fingers on table.
“I needed to see you.”
You scoff.
“Did you, now?”
“Yes.”
You don’t say a word. Atmosphere is heavy with tension. Aemond, sitting on the edge side of the table, watches you with his intent eyes.
“So much has happened since that day”, he begins to say. And it’s when he shows his sapphire eye. “I lost an eye, Y/N.”
For the very first time, you show some reaction.
“And because of it you sought war?”
It’s when he closes his fist and hits on the table. But you are not frightened by his temper, familiar with it.
“I did what I had to do! I was humiliated!”, and now staring into your eyes, he adds: “I thought you would understand that!”
“That is the difference between us, Aemond. Content never makes amends of broken things. It only worsens it”, you speak softly.
He shakes his head, skeptically.
“You speak like a fool.”
“You underestimate me”, you retort. “Like most men do.”
“I am not like most men”, he stares at you and now you are able to read his emotions.
“You should not, but by looking for battles you presented me with wars.”
Aemond sighs heavily, impatiently so. But he is not ready to give you up yet. This bad blood would have to cede.
***
• Winds of Spring.
You are riding by yourself early this morning. Dressed in red, you take this time to enjoy yourself. To have some peace. It’s when you spot him.
“Aemond”, you freeze before seeing him. Your heart races and your first instinct is to turn your horse and ride away.
But you dismount instead.
“Y/N”, he walks to you, distressed. “Run with me.”
“What?”, you pale before his suggestion. “What are you saying?”
“Fuck this war. Fuck them all”, he takes your hand with one all the whilst delivering you the old parchment. “I remember this.”
As you take it and open it, you read the poem about your prince of spring. Tears rise to your eyes and you stare at him in disbelief.
“You’ve kept this.” It’s not a question.
“I have, yes. I’ve never had the chance to say I love you too, my princess. But your father swept you away from my sight. I had no idea where you were… I was forced to follow my duty to my family”, he explains in a whisper.
You lean to cup his face with both hands.
“Oh my dear Aemond. But what about lady Alys?”
“She was just a trophy of my conquests”, he murmurs. “This isn’t about her. It’s about you.”
And without waiting further for your response, the silver haired prince takes you in his arms and presses his lips against yours. You don’t resist him, finally letting love blossom from hatred and frustration.
“I love you, my prince of spring.”
“I love you, my summer princess”, he smiles at you with the purest devotion. “Let us leave this life behind. This world is not for us.”
As much as you want to, you hesitate.
“I am still a married woman, Aemond”, you smile weakly, sadness evident in your eyes.
“Fuck them”, he pulls you against him. “They won’t dare to reclaim you anyway. My brother’s on the throne, therefore, we can rely there shall be no uprising against his authority. Less so against his brother’s.”
When you look into his eyes, you know you see someone so similar like you, a mirror of your soul.
“I came to release my lady from this golden cage”, the prince says, taking your hands and there kissing each. “Be my wife, lady. It’s all I ask for.”
You smile down at him.
“When have I ever refused you anything, my lord?”
And this is how it ends. A princess freed by her prince. You are finally able to be yourself.
***
• Epilogue
You cling onto your husband’s arms, ignoring the scandal you left behind, which had your name erased from the Tully’s records, but added to the Targaryen’s.
Politics aside, you are now Lady Targaryen by marriage, but what does it matter when he loves you so dearly, so intently every day?
Harrenhal is yours, but mostly important is his. As you watch him sleep, you prepare to wake him up with naughty intentions. As you begin to kiss his shoulder, you use one hand to caress his face, his neck, not stopping until you reach his manhood. Praising the Gods for his nude state, you do not need to slow down before you start to stimulating him, all the whilst your kisses go to his neck and more.
“Mm…” the prince groans, not entirely awake nor fast asleep. “My lady…”
You feel your own body react in response, but this is about him, you want him to come undone in the first moment of the day.
As your delicate fingers play with his now erected member, your lips move slowly downwards and now Aemond’s eyes are starting to open. And his eyes go wide when seeing what you are about to do.
“My lady, what have I turned you into?”
You give him a mischievous look.
“Good morrow, husband.”
And just like that you take him with your mouth. You still have in mind when, right after taking you as his wife, he enjoyed being your first man. How he touched you, making you discover every bit of a sensual pleasure you’ve only dared to know in books. You took such a linking in these domestic activities that the fire of dragon has you burning alive.
“Y/N!”, he groans louder, properly awake this time. “You are such a good lass. You learned so quickly. Oh!”
But as good as this is, Aemond does not intend to release his seed on your mouth, so hence why he throws blankets away and gently rises you, turning you under his strong body.
“No, lady. I have a better place to seed you”, he smirks at you, pleased to make you blush as he lifts your hands above your head and starts to kiss you fervently.
Aemond is well aware you like to submit to him easily, and he dominates you promptly. He finds his equal, and it shows in every part of this marriage. But in truth, as his body now tangles with yours, he knows that he’s been tamed by such a damsel.
Little wonder why is that in two weeks you are about to discover you have conceived. And a long list of children will be written by a surprised chronicler of King Aegon II’s reign.
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My Fav Sapphic Ships + Taylor Swift Songs
1. Dani x Jamie (The Haunting of Bly Manor)
The Lakes— Folklore
“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you”
“I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
'Cause I haven't moved in years
And I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief”
“I'm setting off, but not without my muse
No, not without you”
2. Calliope x Juliette (First Kill)
Don’t Blame Me— Reputation
“Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right
Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I'll be usin' for the rest of my life”
“For you, I would cross the line
I would waste my time
I would lose my mind
They say, ‘She's gone too far this time’”
“And baby, for you, I would fall from grace
Just to touch your face
If you walk away
I'd beg you on my knees to stay”
3. Shoni—Shelby x Toni (The Wilds)
Wonderland— 1989
“Flashing lights and we
Took a wrong turn and we
Fell down a rabbit hole
You held on tight to me
'Cause nothing's as it seems”
“Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?
Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?
Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?”
“So we went on our way
Too in love to think straight
All alone or so it seemed
But there were strangers watching
And whispers turned to talking
And talking turned to screams”
“We found wonderland
You and I got lost in it
And life was never worse but never better”
4. Emaline x Kate (Everything Sucks!)
Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince— Lover
“It's been a long time coming but
It's you and me
That's my whole world
They whisper in the hallway, ‘she's a bad, bad girl’ (okay!)”
“It's you and me
There's nothing like this
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay!)
We're so sad, we paint the town blue
Voted most likely to run away
With you”
“And I'll never let you (go)
'Cause I know this is a (fight)
That someday we're gonna (win)”
5. Mae x George (Feel Good)
State Of Grace— Red
“So you were never a saint
And I've loved in shades of wrong
We learn to live with the pain
Mosaic broken hearts
But this love is brave and wild
And I never (never)
Saw you coming
And I'll never (never)
Be the same”
“This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
These are the hands of fate
You're my Achilles heel
This is the golden age of something good and right and real”
6. Deena x Sam (Fear Street Trilogy)
Dancing With Our Hands Tied— Reputation
“I, I loved you in secret
First sight, yeah, we love without reason”
“I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets
Picture of your face in an invisible locket
You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
I had a bad feeling”
“I, I loved you in spite of
Deep fears that the world would divide us
So, baby, can we dance
Oh, through an avalanche?
And say, say that we got it
I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted”
“Yeah, we were dancing
Dancing with our hands tied, hands tied
Yeah, we were dancing
(Ooh, we had our hands tied)
And I had a bad feeling
But we were dancing”
7. Idgie x Ruth (Fried Green Tomatoes)
Ivy— Evermore
“Oh, goddamn
My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
Taking mine, but it's been promised to another
Oh, I can't
Stop you putting roots in my dreamland
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you”
“What would he do if he found us out?
Crescent moon, coast is clear
Spring breaks loose, but so does fear
He's gonna burn this house to the ground”
“How's one to know?
I'd live and die for moments that we stole
On begged and borrowed time”
“So yeah, it's a fire
It's a goddamn blaze in the dark
And you started it
You started it
So yeah, it's a war
It's the goddamn fight of my life
And you started it
You started it”
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Click Here For My Fav MLM Ships + Taylor Swift Songs
#it was very difficult not to make this extremely long#Taylor Swift is for the sapphics!#the haunting of bly manor#dani x jamie#but these two have my whole heart!!#victoria pedretti give me one chance#first kill#calliope x juliette#first kill netflix#the wilds#shoni#shelby x toni#everything sucks!#everything sucks#deserved a second season#everything sucks netflix#feel good netflix#mae x george#fear street#fear street trilogy#deena x sam#more lesbians in horror media pls#fried green tomatoes#idgie x ruth#canon but not really but read the book but def lesbians but directors are cowards#sapphic ships#taylor swift songs#wlw ship#kate x emaline
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i have done it 😎
LOCK IT WHEN YOU LEAVE
(reader)
• all eyes on me - bo burnham
"you say the ocean's rising like i give a shit,
you say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did,
you're not gonna slow it, heaven knows you tried."
• love in the dark - adele
"please, stay where you are,
don't come any closer,
don't try to change my mind,
i'm being cruel to be kind."
• empty space - james arthur
"and i won't hear it,
whenever anybody says your name,
and i won't feel it,
even when i'm bursting into flames."
• soon you'll get better - taylor swift
"you'll get better soon,
'cause you have to."
• set fire to the rain - adele
"'cause there's a side to you,
that i never knew, never knew,
all the things you'd say,
they were never true, never true."
• war of hearts - ruelle
"i can't help but love you,
even though i try not to."
• king - lauren aquilina
"you're alone,
you're on your own,
so what? have you gone blind?
have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?"
"you don't get what all this is about,
you're too wrapped up in your self-doubt,
you've got that young blood, set it free."
(joel)
• home - cavetown
"get a load of this monster,
he doesn't know how to communicate,
his mind is in a different place,
will everybody please give him a little bit of space?"
• slipping through my fingers - abba
"the feeling that i'm losing her forever,
and without really entering her world."
• the night we met - lord huron
"take me back to the night we met,
i don't know what i'm supposed to do,
haunted by the ghost of you."
• i'll be good - jaymes young
"i never meant to start a fire,
i never meant to make you bleed."
"for all of the light that i shut out,
for all of the innocent things that i doubt,
for all of the bruises i've caused and the tears,
for all of the things that i've done."
(eliie and reader confrontation)
• my goodbye - jorge rivera-herrans
"i just like you, why should i be surprised,
selfish and prideful and vain,
unlike you, everytime someone dies,
i'm left to deal with the strain."
"one day, you'll hear what i'm saying,
one day, you might understand,
one day, but not today."
(tess)
• wings - birdy
"we watch the day go by,
illuminates our skin,
it made me think of you."
• i miss you, i'm sorry - gracie abrams
"nothing happened in the way i wanted,
every corner of this house is haunted,
and i know you said that we're not talking,
but i miss you, i'm sorry."
HOWL YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE.
it’s not fair bc i’m the one emant to cause pain ehre NOT BE THE SUFFERER OF PAIN!!! also the way i was shocked, flabbergasted, bamboozled by the inclusion of tess??? MY HEART.
also idc i’m gonna say it ehre and link it to the part 3 anyway. THE READER AND ELLIE CONFRONTATION ONE IS SO SO GOOD. i’ve seen some people not happy with ellie for her reaction and i just want to say SHE IS VALID!!! READER IS VALID!!!
lets think of everything ellie went through on that journey after leaving jackson. she has been through SO much. and she gets back to jackson, to this actual town, to find the reader there. and the reader is angry? angry for being left in this slice of heaven? for missing out on events that ellie WISHES she could forget? she’s angry and she’s hurting and so is the reader and they’re not understanding each other. they’re not seeing the other’s side of the story.
the first lot of lyrics fit r’s perspective SO WELL in my view too, because to her, ellie hasn’t felt the pain of all those deaths before jackson like she has. especially with tess. it’s not the same. BUT THEN, they also fit so well for ellie, especially in the second half of their journey. I CANT CONTAIN MYSELF WITH THAT SPECIFIC CHOICE. ITS SO INCREDIBLY PERFECT.
#heartpascal says#howl <3#SOBBING#all eyes on me for reader’s perspective too???? ITS TOO PERFECT.#ITS TOO GOOD#all of the ones for reader are SO SO APT#as always but i just feel especially passionate about the choices for this part#WAR OF HEARTS AND SOON YOULL GET BETTER???#THE LYRICS FIT TOO WELL AND JUST !!!!!!!!!#also you cannot add cavetown in here and expect me NOT to sob and cry#I AM A CAVETOWN LOVER!!!#HOWL YOU REALLY HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF WITH THIS ONE#I CANT EVEN PUT INTO WORDS.
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–––– is that TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ? no, its actually FRANK LONGBOTTOM! according to HIS file, they are an TWENTY-FOUR year old FORMER RAVENCLAW. they reside FULL TIME in scotland because they are working AGAINST lord voldemort and they believe in the LIGHT. that explains why they are so AMBITIOUS and PERCEPTIVE. but i’ve found that they can also be DETACHED and PRIDEFUL, so i guess people can’t be all good! they always reminded me of READING GLASSES THAT HAD A CERTAIN CHARM, EXPECTATIONS THAT WERE TOO MUCH OF A BURDEN FOR ONE MAN TO CARRY, KINDNESS THAT IS OFTEN OVERLOOKED. i heard from albus dumbledore that they are currently working as AN AUROR/ DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS TEACHER. i don’t know about you, but i’m excited to see what their story holds!
FULL NAME:
Franklin Ramon Longbottom
PRONOUNS:
he/him/his
DATE OF BIRTH:
September 20th
Frank’s a virgo -- Virgo’s are infamous for being loyal, hardworking, analytical, practical and kind and these are all positive traits that Frank encompassed. They are also known to be over critical of themselves and others as well as being ‘all work and no play’. The balance was essentially Frank struggled with, though he has his life in order -- from the outside looking in, he was the golden boy -- but that balance, that need for him to be okay and have everything be exceptional all the time - something his parents had a hand in. Virgo’s are attentive and they are known to have a deep sense of humanity and I think that’s something that Frank values -- he’s never one to sit back and stay hushed at the sight of injustice.
FAMILY HISTORY:
Augusta Catalina Longbottom and Mateo Daniel Longbottom were not the worst parents - truly, he knew that as far as pureblooded families went, he hadn't really gotten hit with tragic start. As the only son - and truly, he wondered if that was a blessing or a curse - he had felt the pressure at a young age. He had shown sides of his magic fairly early on, and merlin knew how hard he had to work at his grades to avoid a gloomy holiday/summer break.
Constantly riddled with needing to achieve more, because however will he measure up to the great Mateo Longbottom, exceptional Auror - currently seated with the Wizengamot, it was a legacy that Frank never asked for but it became his burden as soon as he could understand what it all meant. He loved his parents - he really did but in moments of clarity as he grew up, he could see how unhealthy their relationship with each other let alone theres as a family could be.
CURRENT EVENTS:
he had been told that it was only a matter of time - he took urgency for granted - he lived for danger, he was confident in who he was and perhaps that worked when it was only himself he had to worry about -- one injured partner later, an injury that was caused by his own carelessness and Frank found himself willingly on desk duty. it wasn't that they didn't try to get him back out there - but he was lost -- and he'd rather not let his fear cause more harm than good.
it's not that he was in denial about the current state of his career - what good was an auror that couldn't go out in the field. so he didn't hesitate when a teaching spot opened up at Hogwarts - of course he told Headmaster Dumbledore it was interim. just something new he had wanted to try out, as if a break was enough to sate the fear - you can find Frank teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts at the moment
SEXUALITY
For Frank, intimacy and attraction were one of the same. He could appreciate beauty, but for him to be attracted or drawn to someone -- it was more about the individual than their appearance. Frank is pansexual -- it’s more about him loving their personality and mind.
WAND
Frank’s wand is 7 ¾ in length, it’s a wand that is sturdy an in his earlier years it was hard to wield it until he actually put his mind and effort into mastering the spells correctly and wielding the wand the way that it should be wielded. When Frank had arrived to Ollivander’s shop ready to meet the wand that would be his companion throughout his life, he never thought that he would end up with a wand that was composed of Alder. The young boy eager to be ready had read up on what he was looking for, he often thought that he’d end up with a wand made up of Birch but he was bounded to the wand whose wood was seen as inauspicious.
But the wood itself was not enough to drive him away, the core was the curious bit to him, for something so unstable it needed a counteragent to provide balance and that element was doxy wings. Doxy wings was an unstable core usually but matched with Alder, it would prove to be a stable wand but wands of this nature was usually wielded by those who practice the dark arts. The core of his wand was doxy wings and though his father had been initially worried considering that those creatures were unmanageable and mean spirited he truly believed that it was what the wizard does with the wand is what counted. Frank had never been so happy and at comfort with any other wand, his actions were the ones that defined him, not the core of his wand and he knew that he would do great things with this wand and prove that a Gryffindor could wield it just as well as a Slytherin without giving into the temptation of darkness.
FOUR CHARACTERISTICS:
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Loyal – For as long as Frank could remember – his mother had always told him about the importance of family, and how we always had to be loyal to those we love. It was one of the greatest acts of love and support. His father however always taught him that loyalty was a two-way street – If he were to expect it from another, he should be sure that he could provide the same level of unwavering loyalty. It was not something given out of convenience and though it was a symbol of love, it was also a symbol of respect. If you had the luxury of calling Frank a friend – he’d go to the ends of the world for you. He loved his friends and family with all he had, it was in his nature to provide in halves -- he was either there or he wasn’t.
Adaptive – Ever since he was a young boy -- he craved change, he understood the importance of stability and security, but the need for new perspective -- new talents, new skills and his dream job -- it all required flexibility. He thrived in his environment regardless of what challenge was thrown his way. Frank learned at a young age that he had to change to succeed. When Frank decided he wanted a career in Magical Law Enforcement -- following in his father’s path, he knew that his life was not going to be static. To succeed in that world, he needed to constantly move – reinvent himself, he needed to be the best version of himself and be able to be flexible. He dabbled in many things -- explored his interests, tested out what worked for him.
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Calculative – Nearly every move Frank made in his life had a purpose. He didn’t just act on his whims and though he had one thing that was his heart’s desire and could possibly lead to his happiness; it wasn’t something that he made a habit of. He had come this far because of well thought out moves and he’d continue to succeed because he played the game to win.
Intolerant – It wasn’t that Frank wasn’t patient, he truly was -- he was just not completely capable of stomaching idiocy and ignorance. He was intolerant of nonsense – they weren’t toddlers, as a prefect he had a responsibility to maintain the rules and ensure the safety of his peers, yet somehow quite often he felt like a glorified babysitter. Frank wasn’t one to bite his tongue and made a point out of being vocal on the matter.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
EX-PARTNER - this could be his last partner on the job, the one he watched get injured because of his own carelessness, or it could be someone he's worked with in the past. someone who would know him fairly well - this would be his work family.
BETROTHED - the Longbottoms are many things - traditional is certainly one of them. His parents would have given him till his twenty third to find someone of his choosing and Frank had done nothing but dive headfirst into his work at any chance -- so they set him up, Frank might currently be reluctant but up until having to step away from his Auror duties, he never had the time - now things are looking a bit different -- (totally open to a different kind of plot here)
DISLIKE - he might not have enemies just yet, but someone he thoroughly dislikes and perhaps this could be because of school or work -- but something (we can plot out) led to them hitting a sore spot
FRIENDSHIPS - we love a good platonic relationships, as much as he loves his parents, he doesn't always get alone with them let alone see much of himself in them -- his friends would be his family of choice
HEADCANON 001 - AMORENTIA
He might not openly admit it but Frank is quite fond of lavender, it’s a smell that reminds him of his mother. Augusta Longbottom was not the most affectionate of women, she was quite bold and blunt but when it came to her son, she never failed to give him the best hugs. It was something that he adored as a child, lavender was the scent that he always associated with his mother.
He was also quite fond of the smell the sea exhibits, it was a tangy fresh scent that he’d encounter whenever he took his morning walks during the summer. They resided near a shoreline and it was a smell that always had a way of waking him up.
He also enjoyed the earthly scent he inhaled whenever he took a walk on the outskirts of the forbidden forest
HEADCANON 002- VICES/QUIRKS
Vices: Frank isn’t one to enjoy the stench that came with smoking, he found it to be a terrible habit but he does in fact enjoy a drink every now and then.
Fears: Frank wasn’t too fond of spiders. He couldn’t stand the sight of them, if he was a foot within one, you will see him screaming and running in the opposite direction. He also has an irrational fear that the great squid will entrap him and suffocate him to death, he wasn’t too fond of taking a dip in the Black Lake.
Habits/quirks: Frank lived to pace. Whenever something was troubling him, you’d find him wearing out the floor with his pacing. Aside from pacing, messing about with his hair would probably be the only thing that would sooth him. Even if his hair looked perfectly fine, you’d often fine Frank running a hand through.
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