#i'll wreck weddings myself

[theartist-june]

Nevermind. *fucking leaves*

*KICKS DOWN DOOR*

BROHOE ITS ALMOST VALENTINES I DONT HAVE ANYONE TO SPEND IT WITH SO I'M DRAGGING YOU WITH ME TO WRECK WEDDINGS.

[writingoddess1125]

It's Done pt. 2

Asshole Mihawk x Femreader

Angst and Saddness

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"She hasn't returned...."

Mihawk grumbled as he sat at his desk- anger radiating off of him like a cloak as he stared down at the paperwork he had been pushing off, instead staring at the manilla folder you had given him the month prior.

Truthfully Mihawk believed you would return, figuring that your senses would return and you'd come back home. Your sensitive heart always weak to him anyway, however the first week he had figured you were just playing hard- the second week he started to drink to help steady his nerves in waiting for you to return.. the third week he had started to drink harder and go into fits of rage demolishing the East wing of his manor.

Now in the fourth week he had emptied his cellar, having laid there in a drunken depression as he waited for you.

The reality that you had truly left setting in his bones....

On the other end, It had been a rather healing month for you. You traveled to a island closer to the East Blue rather then staying in the Grand Line- an island for yourself years ago before you married Mihawk and having a vacation home built that was never used- truth be told you were a wreck the first week.. or two.. thinking you should just go back to Mihawk and deal with his bullshit- However after many nights crying, drinking and belittling yourself you at the third and fourth week you started to clean up the vacation home. Traveling to villages near by to get supplies to decorate the way you wanted and cook meals for yourself again, meeting people along the way who had been kind to you.

It was refreshing.

You'd slowly been putting yourself back together again, sure you still cried at night- yes you did burn every god damn portrait you had of you and Mihawk in that house- including your wedding dress.

But now mentally you were in a better place, a feeling of peace finally settling in your bones-

Tonight was like that. You had made yourself a nice dinner, some tea and was reading a book by the fireplace. The peace being disturbed however by a hard knock on the door- you knew it was him...

Getting up you walk to the front door as HE knocked again. Opening the door you saw Mihawk.

Your face hardened as you saw Mihawk standing there- He looked like shit.. His shirt was dirty with wine stains, his hair a utter mess and his beard far too grown in for his normal looks.

"...Sir Dracule why are you at my door" You said sharply, seeing his eyes flash with a deepened sadness at you referring to him like this.

"(Y/N) I want you to return home- I was wrong for how I've treated you" He said sincerely clutching the divorce papers in his hand.

"I want you back" He said, admitting some level of defeat at wanting you to return- His pride getting pushed aside mildly at this, tossing the manilla envelope to the ground infront of him.

You rolled your eyes at this, finding his words foolish as you glared at him.

"Mihawk you haven't had me in years... how can you miss something you haven't had in such a long time- if ever" You say, trying to be as harsh as possible- His eyes locking onto yours.

"You loved- No love me (Y/N) don't act like that.. You got what you wanted, I'm begging for you back" He said, You feeling anger bubble in your chest.

"You still think this is some sort of power struggle don't you? No this is 20 years of you disrespecting me- of treating me like total shit! There was a time I did love you Mihawk, but everytime I look at you I feel hate- Not just for you but myself!" You yelled angrily.

"How because I loved you I wasn't smart enough to leave you sooner- I gave my youth to you and my heart and you pissed in it- I hate myself for allowing that.. and I'll never allow it again"

His eyes were of that of shock, you could tell he was most likely drunk anyway- Otherwise this level of emotion wouldn't be on his face.

"I'm sorry I treated you badly- I was ignorant and I want to make it up to you-" scoffing at his words you reached next to you angrily and grabbed the one weapon you kept in this house- A revolver.

"Get the hell off my property-" You hissed, you aiming at him as you cocked the gun. Mihawk stared hard at you, seeing the hatred in your eyes as you locked eyes with him.

"I'm not leaving till you come back home with me"

"Never.." You growled, not letting his stubbornness win. However you would be lying if you said you werent shocked by what he did next- Mihawk got on his knees before you, his hands on his knees as he looked up at you.

"I'd rather die as your husband (Y/N)- Please return home... "

He said, staring at your face of shock as you clutched the revolver tightly in your grasp.

He heard the click of what he assumed was you putting the safety back on- as he closed his eyes, relieved youd finally see his sincerity and-

BANG!

Mihawks eyes snap up in shock as he stared at you- You had tears running down your cheeks as you stared down at him. The breath in his lungs frozen as he looked before him- there was a bullet hole in the soft soil at him, he could tell that from your angle it was less then an inch from were his head was bowed.

"Damn you- I damn you Dracule Mihawk! I want nothing to ever do with you again and after today!... after this moment of what little love I had left for you I will not hesitate to cash in that Bounty on your head-"

You hissed, lowering the gun you quickly emptied the chamber before you could change your mind and tossed the bullets before him onto the dirty manilla folder.

"May the Goddess have mercy on you if you ever dare darken my door again with this bullshit!"

Turning back into your home you slammed the door hard and locked it- The former Warlord feeling the wash of adrenaline leave his body as air returned to his lungs and for the first time in years felt his hands shake-

Mihawk head slacked as he sat there- shame washing over his form... he had taken a gamble and lost- worse of all he lost with his life...

This was something he was going to be forced to live with- which was worse then any death.

Tag List-

@hungrhay @boredperson120 @foggyturtleknightangel @phantom-phantom @scaryinkdemon

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

a good omens grieving update because if I'm crying at 5 am you better be too.

Good morning, maggoty loves of mine. Despite all attempts to distract myself and you all with wedding cakes and dresses and textposts, it is five in the fucking morning, and I've been crying for half an hour already.

I'm listening to the Pentatonix cover of Hallelujah on loop and I will never be normal about anything ever again and there is nothing you, I, God, Satan or even Neil can do about it.

@mirrorleaf was kind enough to hijack my stupid royal family post with this fucking gorgeous edit of season 1 set to Hallelujah. Thank you, I'm now fucking sobbing and I found another edit again of season 1 and then I read fics and now I'm NOT FUCKING OKAY.

All the times Aziraphale looks up to Heaven and prays, how hopeful and desperate he is, and then the way he looks at Crowley while he's pinned against the wall, entirely calm and sure and safe.

And the song playing with Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah over Crowley crying over alcohol when he thought Aziraphale had died. I'm not okay.

I need to watch season 1 again. When I watched it first, it was in two installments with you maggots on livestream, and the first installment was like two days after I was kidnapped as Mascot of Good Omens. Needless to say, it was all a fever dream.

Then I watched this edit now and there's so much. There's so much fucking layers and emotion and nuance that I didn't notice. And it's absolutely going to wreck me and then I'll have to rewatch season 2 and by then I'll have no self-preservation and I'll have read the book and I'll never ever be okay again and I'll have to live with it.

You all really just found a guy on the internet and fucking wrecked him, huh. This fandom really just did that. Now salt and pepper shakers made me think about Crowley's Fall and the inherent transience of human nature and The angel you knew is not me.

It hurts. I thought I was ridiculous about Drarry. No I was entirely fucking reasonable about Drarry. This is a gut punch except to the throat. Repeatedly.

I remember when I made a post a day or two after finishing season 2 and someone, @thescholarlystrumpet it was probably you, told me that grief isn't a linear process and to take care. To anyone outside this broken fandom, that would seem like a disproportional response to a show's season 2 finale when we know that it will end happily. Everyone in this fandom knows how much that reminder is needed, though.

Besides, though we know that the show ends happily, we know that Aziraphale and Crowley will be together and it is inevitable, how does it still fucking hurt so much? I knew all the spoilers, technically, of the show before I started, and it still surprised me with the emotions.

I had to stop writing this post for a few minutes because an image came to my mind and I had to sketch it. Of how I'd felt when I came here, lonely and frightened, and how the fandom grabbed me and forced me to watch the show and how much it hurts and how beautiful it is and how it feels like a mirror. A shattered mirror, one that's soaked with all our blood and tears, but it showed me I wasn't alone. So here, have this brief sketch and do NOT come at with about pretentiousness my beloved maggots because for one, I have always aspired to be pretentious and for another, THE SUN HASN'T FUCKING RISEN AND I'VE BEEN IN TEARS WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Congratulations, the next time anyone asks you if you've ever killed anyone, every one of you can confidently say that yes, you are indeed directly responsible for murder. My blood is on your hands, motherfuckers, you adopted a Mascot and then killed him.

[ginnyw-potter]

2024 Writing Recap

I started tracking my word count exactly during 2023 nanowrimo and have been tracking it since, which made that I knew exactly how much I was writing. While it was interesting to see, I also noticed I was putting pressure on myself to achieve a certain word count each month

I have never started as many AUs as I did this year. I just love a good AU and I think I managed to nail the 30K ones which were fairly quick to write but then some got away from me like certain Regency AUs

Dipped my toes in some Jily, which was fun! I feel like their dynamic is so different from Hinny's, you can write other things with it.

I also connected with some amazing people this year and I just love all of them (also join my hinny discord) and the way they cheer me on and I get to cheer them on. You're all lovely!

I don't think I'll set goals for next year other than don't start so many damn WIPs? (I will fail at this).

Fics I posted/updated on AO3 this year: (under the cut because damn it was a lot?)

Multichap Wreck My Plans Experimentally in love Spilt Blood That has a ring to it Love, I like a challenge The Silver Lining of Dirty Dancing Knight of Mine Peverell's Progeny 7 Scandals and a Baby The Potter Pointe Shop Ginny Weasley and the Secret Potter Pas de Deux

One or twoshots A hungover Harry in her bed Completely and utterly in love In the arms of the boy she loved Blissfully euphoric The Tram Stop: A Tale of Date Accidents and Incidents Hinny drabbles - Ginniversary bingo Not a Done Deal I can fix him (No really I can) Fuck, my enemy Ginny's sleeping spot Everything you lose is a step you take His steed beside hers Because that would be incredibly lame Human Harry A Tip-sy Wedding Cam The Chocolate Draught of Halloween A distracting scheme There's The Silver Lining I've Been Looking For - Drabbles Two picnics two decades apart Lost & Found Precariously hoping

[theladysherlock]

Dalek Week 2024: Day One

Meet the Parents

Deryn-

Ma will have told you about cousin Margaret's wedding by now. I know you don't want to come, but I'd appreciate it if you did. Last time I laid eyes on you, you were careening about in a Huxley Ascender, so I'd like to see you in a regular, low-stakes situation for once. Besides, if I have to sit through Aunt Edith's preening about being the mother of the bride on my own I may just throw myself off a barking cliff.

You should bring that Clanker boy of yours along. Ma and the aunties have too many questions and I can't answer any of them. Barking rude of you to finally get a boyfriend when none of us are here to see him, you know.

-Jaspert

---

The trip to Glasgow from London was several hours long, but it wasn't nearly long enough to settle Alek's nerves. Deryn had opted not to have anyone pick them up from the station, instead choosing to have them walk halfway across the city to her mother's house. He had no idea where they were going, no idea how long he had to steel himself.

"How much longer will we be walking?" Alek finally asked.

"What, tired already?" Deryn asked, grinning.

"I'm just making sure you aren't sending us in circles, Mr. Sharp," he said.

"Aye, we're close."

Alek rolled his eyes. "You said that at the station," he said.

"And I meant it there, too," she said. "We'll be fine, alright? I know you're worried about showing up late to dinner."

"It's not that." Or at least, not entirely that. "It's just very important to me that your family approves. Of us."

"Of course they will," Deryn said. "They'd be idiots not to. You're smart, handsome, polite, rich-"

"Not anymore."

"Aye, but they don't know that."

That wasn't particularly reassuring.

Deryn gave him a warm smile. "Don't worry about it, aye? There's nothing they can say that will change my mind about you."

"Well I'm not worried about you," he said. "I'm the one with a history of catastrophically ruining families."

"Don't be daft. That wasn't your fault, you were a wee baby. And besides, I already wrecked everything long before I met you. Here we are."

She turned towards a red stone townhouse, climbing the steps towards the front stairs. Alek hurried to catch up, caught completely off-guard by how quickly they had arrived. They had been close, after all.

She knocked three times on the door, then took a step back, rocking back and forth on her heels. Alek tried to remember to breathe.

The door opened to reveal a tall man with the same sandy colored hair as Deryn. He looked to be somewhere in his twenties and was dressed casually, as though they'd woken him from a nap. The man broke into a huge smile when he saw her.

"Hello, Jaspert!" Deryn said.

"Ah, just look at you!" Jaspert cried, taking her by the shoulders. "You've broadened out a bit, haven't you? The zoological society must feed you better slop than the air service."

"Aye, or it's all the climbing." She grinned.

Jaspert turned to look at Alek. "And this must be the Clanker boy!" he said cheerfully. "I'll be honest, Deryn, I didn't think you'd actually bring him."

Deryn rolled her eyes. "Jaspert, this is Aleksandar Hohenberg. Alek, this is my brother, Jaspert."

"It's very nice to meet you, sir," Alek said, holding his hand out for Jaspert to shake. Deryn had told him specifically not to bow to her brother or she'd get an earful, but a handshake didn't seem like the right choice either.

Thankfully, Jaspert took it, though the man's handshake was a little more firm than was strictly necessary.

"You know," Jaspert said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "I really thought you'd be taller."

Deryn punched her brother in the shoulder. "Oh leave off!"

He laughed again. "Come on in, let's get you two settled." Jaspert opened the door to let them into the townhouse.

It was smaller on the inside than Alek had expected, but it wasn't cramped. To his right, a set of fabricated wooden stairs stretched up to the second floor. To his left, there was a well-lit parlor with enough mismatched furniture in it to seat an entire council meeting. The wainscoting must have been fabricated wood as well, but unlike the wood in the Leviathan, the wood grain looked more natural, without the patterns grown in. Pictures hung on every wall-- some were photographs, most were landscapes.

It was strange, thinking of this as the place Deryn had grown up. It was strange to think of her before the Leviathan at all.

"Ma's just finishing up dinner." Jaspert lowered his voice conspiratorially. "She's a wee bit nervous about cooking for a barking prince, so go easy on her, aye?"

"Does she want help?" Alek asked.

"No!" both siblings cried in unison.

He blinked, a little surprised by the force of their response. "O-oh. Um. Why not?"

"You're a guest," Jaspert said plainly. "She can't have you cook your own food in our house, it's rude."

"And Ma's a barking tyrant in the kitchen, besides," Deryn said. "She'll throw you out on your ear if you chop the carrots too large."

"Ah. I see."

Deryn caught his eyes and her expression softened. "Don't you worry, Alek, we'll find something else useful for you to do," she said.

"After you put your luggage away," Jaspert added.

Deryn rolled her eyes and started upstairs. "C'mon, your princeliness, I'll give you the tour."

Alek followed quickly. The steps didn't creak under their weight-- the only sound was the soft thump of footsteps against fabricated wood. He didn't think he would ever get used to that.

"Alek's in the guest room, remember," Jaspert called up after the two of them. Deryn waved him off.

The guest bedroom was small, but cozy. There was room for a full size bed and a nightstand and very little else. The bed was piled high with blankets and quilts and pillows, more than any one person could possibly need. On the wall across from the bed was a large watercolor landscape painting of a rolling field overlooking the sea.

"Did you make this?" Alek asked, pointing at the watercolor.

"Ma did."

That made sense. He'd only ever seen Deryn use pencils. "It's very good."

"Aye, I suppose." Deryn shrugged. "She'll be glad to hear you say it."

He nodded, mentally storing the compliment for later.

"So I take it this wasn't your room, growing up," Alek said, setting his suitcase on the edge of the bed.

"Nah, I slept upstairs." Her eyes lit up. "It's the highest point in the house, without going on the roof."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," he said.

Deryn led him by the hand back through the hallway and up another set of stairs that didn't creak when they walked. He wondered how much easier it would be to sneak out of a place like this than his own childhood home had been, with every step echoing in the halls.

"This was my room," Deryn announced, pushing the door open. Her bed was directly in front of the one window in the attic space. Light from the setting sun streamed in through the window, filling her room with a warm golden glow. The ceiling sloped gently to match the pitch of the roof.

Despite being kept exactly as it had been before she left, the room was surprisingly sparse. Deryn's apartment in London was full of her sketches that she had tacked up to cover the walls. Even the lower floors of the townhouse had been filled with knickknacks and her mother's paintings. It was strange that her childhood bedroom was devoid of any decorations.

"And this-" Deryn said softly, picking up a picture from the nightstand. "-is my Da."

It was impossible to miss the familial resemblance. He had the same bright eyes and strong nose as Deryn, the same fair hair and slender build as the siblings. He had a serious expression on his face in the picture, but it was the exact same face Deryn made whenever she was trying not to laugh.

"He looks just like you," was all Alek could think to say.

"Aye, that's what everyone always said," Deryn said. "I really wish you could have met him, Alek. You'd have loved him."

"I'm sure I would have. You speak so highly of your father."

"He was the best." Deryn sighed. "He was always telling stories, you know. Things he'd seen, people he'd met. Ma always said he was full of clart, but it made for a good story all the same."

"That sounds like someone I know," Alek said, and Deryn elbowed him in the ribs.

---

Dinner was a small affair, consisting of Alek and the three immediate members of Deryn's family. The food was delicious, though he hardly had a chance to eat any of it between answering Mrs. Sharp's constant questions. She had, unfortunately, read about him in the papers (it seemed that she kept tabs on both her children's airships in the news), although she had blessedly chosen not to ask him about the night his parents died. In fact, she hardly asked about his parents at all. She focused most of her questions on what London was like, and how different it must be from Austria-Hungary. Alek spent most of the time describing the castle in which he grew up, a fact which delighted her to no end.

Of course, once Mrs. Sharp had run out of things to ask Alek, her conversation turned towards Deryn.

"You brought something decent to wear to the wedding, I take it?" she asked.

Deryn picked at her dinner plate. "Aye. I've brought a suit," she said.

Mrs. Sharp sighed. "Deryn Sharp, you are not wearing a suit to your cousin's wedding-"

"Why not?"

"It's not the done thing," she said.

Alek looked over at Jaspert for help, but the man was intently focused on his food. Brilliant.

"You should still have dresses in your closet, you can wear one of those."

"What, from two years ago?" Deryn said. "There's no chance those still fit me, it'll look like we can't afford to get me proper clothes. That's loads worse than the suit."

"This is a formal event-"

"My suit was good enough to meet Lord Winston Churchill," Deryn said, crossing her arms. "I think Margaret and her new husband will be just fine."

"Did Lord Winston Churchill know who you are?"

"He didn't think to ask."

Alek cleared his throat, hoping to get a word in before things escalated further. "I don't mean to speak out of turn, but does the entire family know about Deryn's career choice?" He asked.

"Aye, they know." Mrs. Sharp shook her head. "It was meant to stay in the family, but Edith went ahead and told all the new in laws."

Jaspert groaned quietly. "Of course she did."

"So then it wouldn't surprise anyone to see Deryn in masculine clothing, would it?" Alek asked. "If we needed to keep it a secret, that would be one thing. But it sounds like we don't need to."

The table went quiet for a moment, three sets of eyes locked on him. He must have said something wrong if it silenced all three of them.

Finally, after agonizing seconds of his stomach twisting into knots, Jaspert spoke. "He has a point."

Mrs. Sharp frowned. "Margaret won't be pleased-"

"Margaret will be too busy getting married," Deryn said. "Aunt Edith won't be pleased, but you think she's a nosy gossip anyway, so who cares?"

"I suppose..." she sighed. "I just don't want you to be questioned all night."

"It's my first time being back in years, of course there's going to be questions," Deryn said. "I can handle it, Ma."

"Aye, but you shouldn't have to. You should just be able to have a quiet night with the family."

Deryn snorted out a laugh. "A quiet night? Do you know what family we're in?"

---

Alek had been warned about kilts on the way to Glasgow, but he still had to force himself not to stare. Being told that the masculine garment looked like a skirt was one thing, but actually seeing it in person, on Deryn's older brother, was another. He had to force himself not to react.

Jaspert looked Deryn up and down, frowning. Alek felt her stiffen next to him under the weight of her brother's scrutiny. "You're not wearing a kilt for the wedding?" He asked.

"I don't have one."

"You don't have one?" Jaspert asked, incredulous.

Deryn crossed her arms, glaring. "Well I don't get much use out of a kilt in London, now do I?"

"You could if you weren't a coward."

"I'm not a barking coward!"

Jaspert rolled his eyes. "I think I have an extra. Let's get you properly fitted out."

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious," Jaspert said. "C'mon, we don't have all day."

Deryn grinned and took off for Jaspert's room, taking the stairs two at a time. Alek elected to stay behind-- she was the expert when it came to her own tailoring, after all, and Alek couldn't do much besides get in the way. It would be better for everyone if he stayed down here.

"It's good to see her smiling again," Mrs. Sharp said, once both siblings were safely upstairs and out of earshot. "I haven't seen her like that since before the accident."

He realized with a start that he had been left alone with his partner's mother, and if any uncomfortable conversations were going to happen, they would happen now. He tried to brace himself.

If Mrs. Sharp noticed his nerves, she didn't show it. "When Artemis died, we all took it very hard. But Deryn took it the hardest."

Alek nodded. "She told me she didn't speak for a month."

"Aye. Poor girl was in such a bad way, we were lucky we got her back at all." Mrs. Sharp shook her head. "We tried to keep her busy, like the doctor said, but it didn't seem to work."

Alek remembered how often Deryn would complain about the tea parties she had been dragged to after the accident, but now didn't seem like the time to mention that.

"It seems strange to think of her that way," he said.

"It's like night and day." She hesitated for a moment, drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair she sat in. Time stretched out for long, painful seconds before she continued to speak. "I wanted to thank you, Alek."

Alek blinked. "Pardon me?"

"For getting Deryn out of the Air Service." Mrs. Sharp said.

Did she think he had dragged Deryn kicking and screaming off the Leviathan? Or maybe that he had charmed her like some faerie prince, luring her away from the airbeast into some far-away kingdom? Neither option sat well with him.

"I hate to disappoint you, madam, but when I asked her to leave the air service for me, she turned me down flat," Alek said. "Deryn got herself a new job with the Zoological Society and was gracious enough to take me with her."

"She turned you down?" Mrs. Sharp raised an eyebrow.

Alek nodded. "It was the right choice. I didn't have a plan for what she would even do in New York, I just didn't want her to leave," he said, smiling softly at the memory. "However fond she may be of me, she loves flying twice as much. I could never take that away from her."

"But the new job was enough to convince her?"

"The Zoological Society doesn't care if she's Dylan or Deryn, only that she's clever and gets the job done," Alek said. He didn't want to tell her too much about their actual work. It was the kind of thing that Dr. Barlow liked to keep quiet, and he didn't want to be blamed if suddenly half of Glasgow knew about their secret missions. "And she gets to personally test all the new Huxley subspecies, which I think is the main appeal at the moment."

Mrs. Sharp let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear it. It's difficult enough, you know, having one lad in the service during wartime. Especially after what happened with their da. But with Deryn..." she shuddered. "Anything could have given her away. Even a little bump on the head could have been the end of it. If she'd been found out, they would have thrown her in chains. Or worse."

Alek nodded slowly, the pieces slowly falling into place in his mind. All that fighting, the arguments, years of trying to stuff Deryn back into skirts... she was just trying to keep her daughter safe, in her own way. He thought of Volger, how he had tried to keep Alek away from danger by hiding him away in the Alps. How horrible it would have been to stay in that castle, alone, for years. Even though they both meant well, their ideas of safety would have been a miserable experience for the very people they were trying to protect.

"My father would often say 'the perils of life are infinite, and among them is safety.' " Alek said. "It's only natural that you'd be worried about Deryn, but you don't need to protect her from everything. She's the most competent person I know. She'll be fine wherever she goes."

For another long moment, the woman didn't say anything, and Alek worried that he'd said something wrong.

"Well. I'm just glad she has someone like you to go with her." Mrs. Sharp smiled at him and Alek felt almost dizzy with relief. He hadn't torn apart a second family.

Any response he may have had was interrupted by the sound of Deryn barreling full speed down the stairs before coming to a dramatic stop.

"Ta-da!" She wheeled about and struck a jaunty pose, showing off her new wedding outfit.

Just like Jaspert, she was wearing socks that went up to just below her knees and what looked like a dark green plaid skirt, but Alek knew better than to say that out loud. It was a good color on her, brighter than the air service uniform he had gotten used to seeing her in. The kilt hung to just above her knees, which was shorter than anything he'd ever seen her wear before, but instead of thinking too hard about that he found himself staring at the massive scar on her knee from her crash landing in Mexico. Between the socks and the helm of the kilt, her knees were the only bit of exposed skin, and one of them was covered with a huge scar. It was difficult not to notice. Although that probably worked in her favor as well-- Deryn loved any excuse to tell another story about her adventures, and people would surely ask about it now.

"Well?" she asked, grinning from ear to ear. "What do you think?"

"You look amazing," Alek said, unable to hide a smile of his own. "The kilt really suits you."

"Aye, it does, doesn't it?" She said. "You'll need to get us invited to more formal events so I can wear it more often."

Alek chuckled. Her enthusiasm was contagious. "I'll see what I can do," he said, taking her hand and brushing a kiss against her knuckles.

Deryn's cheeks turned the faintest bit pink. She shot a quick look over to her mother, who didn't seem to disapprove of her behavior more than the usual amount.

"Alright, don't just stand there," Jaspert said, coming down the stairs behind her. "Margaret might not care about what Deryn wears, but she will care if we show up halfway through the ceremony." He started to usher his sibling out the door.

"Oi!" She cried as she was jostled along. Her grip tightened on his hand and Alek was pulled along, out the door and into the bright sunlight.

[cantstoplovingjude]

Underneath the Black Veil: Jude Jazza Premium

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

(What a disgustin' place.)

I cursed inwardly in front of the church altar after I put all the followers to sleep.

(Why the hell would I bind myself in an eternal promise to someone else, as if that made anythin' better?)

(A vow of love's nothin' more than a curse.)

(What's so great 'bout cursing each other to stick together in sickness or in health?)

The sacred atmosphere, the solemn sound of the organ, the sweet fragrance of the flowers... It all seemed cursed to me.

No "vow" could ever be considered beautiful.

Not for me, anyway.

Just then, the door opened and Kate appeared, wearing a jet-black dress.

(Damn, she looks nervous.)

I watched as she pressed her lips together and looked at me.

The moment our eyes met, a strange look came over her face.

(What's that all about?)

She got this dreamy look in her eyes, like she had a fever or something.

And she began to slowly walk down the aisle toward me.

(Ha...)

(What an idiot. Don't tell me ya got caught up in the moment?)

(Sometimes she's so damned stupid I actually worry about her.)

Jude: "What're ya doin', facial exercises?"

Kate: "Huh?"

It was like she didn't even realize she'd reached the altar until I said something.

She just blinked at me.

(She took on the daft job of being Fairytale Keeper 'n so far she's kept her promise.)

(What a hopeless princess.)

She stood there in her wedding dress, looking utterly defenseless.

The thought crossed my mind that I could tear her to shreds in an instant if I wanted to.

Jude: "Lookin' like you're on another planet. Sure ya wanna get hitched?"

Just then, a gentle-looking man with long hair and glasses appeared.

(Must be the leader.)

Man with glasses: "We are gathered together today to celebrate the true love between our new followers."

Amore: "My name is Amore, the leader of Amour. I am a servant of love, who will grant your love eternal."

(This git's a total nutter.)

He made all these exaggerated gestures while he spoke like some kind of dimwit.

It was so creepy I was getting goosebumps.

(Could just shut him up right now by puttin' him to sleep.)

(But I've gone to way too much trouble. I won't be satisfied till tease her a bit.)

I remembered the investigation report I read on the way here.

("The lovers are most likely poisoned somehow once they take their vows.")

In that case...

(An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And poison for poison.)

Amore: "Now, there is no need for vows between two people who truly love each other."

Amore: "So if you pledge your eternal love, close your eyes and seal that pledge with a kiss."

Kate: "...O-oh."

Kate's breath caught in her throat.

(Why's she so flustered when she knows we're not gonna actually do it?)

I grabbed her chin and felt her tense up beneath my touch.

And when I pulled her closer, her eyes were so big you'd think they were gonna fall out of her head.

Kate: "Ah..."

Jude: "Hm."

(Look up at me, princess. I'll move my face close to make it seem like we're kissin'.)

Her cheeks slowly turned red as she tipped her face up toward me.

(...Huh?)

(Does she really think I'm gonna kiss her?)

I stared at her in disbelief, watching as her lips trembled.

I could tell she was a nervous wreck.

But even still, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly.

(Hah...)

(I didn't think even she was this foolish.)

-Flashback-

Kate: "I'm sure lots of people don't actually believe that their love will last forever just because they exchange vows and have a ceremony in a church."

Kate: "But what's important is that they tell each other they intend to keep those vows."

Kate: "And when they think they might break their vows, they'll remember that day when they swore to each other."

Kate: "And maybe that'll keep them going to try to find a solution."

-Flashback ends-

So naive it made me wanna throw up.

But it probably sounded like the truth to her.

(Stupidly honest, ridiculously obedient and to good for this world.)

(A princess who never knew hardship in her life, who truly believed in her ridiculous naivete.)

(To think a woman like her would swear to stay with me forever... What a joke.)

I envied her for believing in such ridiculous positivity...

But at the same time, the sadistic side of me wanted to ruin it for her just to make her understand.

Jude: "...Ya actually closed your eyes?"

Kate: "Yes?"

Her eyes, which had been closed to accept the kiss, fluttered open.

Jude: "Ya really are an idiot."

I stared into her wide eyes as I brushed my lips against hers.

Her body trembled as she stared at me in shock.

Kate: "A-ahh..."

Jude: "Pfft, look at that dumb face."

(Maybe this'll teach her a lesson for once.)

Amore: "Well, then. I hereby recognize you as husband and wife. Now I shall make your love eternal."

Amore: "Pour this wine into each other's mouths."

Amore dramatically took out two wine glasses.

Jude: "So, this your secret remedy for makin' love eternal, huh?"

Amore: "Yes, that's right."

I was certain the wine was poisoned.

(Haha. What a nice smile.)

I started to feel excited when I pictured that smile distorting with pain.

Jude: "By the way, didja know your waiters spilled water on us today?"

Amore: "...Huh?"

I poured the wine over his head, drenching him.

I aimed just so that I could be sure it would go into his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Amore: "Bwaaah?!"

He immediately became distraught and rushed to the cupboard by the altar.

Kate: "What in the world is he doing?"

Jude: "Lookin' for the antidote, I'd bet."

Kate: "Antidote...?"

The color drained out of her face.

She must've put two and two together about the wine.

Kate: "How did you know?"

Jude: "I read Victor's report on the way here."

She stared at me as if to say this was the first she'd heard of it.

(Course it is, 'cuz I didn't tell ya.)

(If I'd told her, she would've blurted out somethin' stupid anyway.)

I ignored her gaze as I walked over to Amore as he took out a vial from the cupboard.

And I grabbed his wrist before he could open it.

Jude: "Ya ever heard of gettin' a taste of your own medicine? That's what ya deserve for makin' other people suffer."

Jude: "Why'd ya get to live while others die? Selfish piece of shit."

Amore: "Ugh... arghhh!"

(I can make ya scream even louder.)

(The poison must be taking effect.)

Amore: "Th-there's no time! Let me go! P-please, I'll do anything!"

Jude: "Anythin'? All right. How 'bout we sign a contract?"

Jude: "A contract to do whatever the hell I say till ya die. You'll make that vow, won't ya?"

After I saw him nod, I let go of his wrist.

He looked so frantic I almost laughed as he gulped down the antidote.

(Yeah, yeah. Nice job.)

I poked his forehead with my fingertips.

And, with my ability, he instantly dropped to the floor in a deep sleep.

Kate: "What do you plan on doing with him?"

Jude: "Haven't decided yet."

I looked down at the leader, who lay on the floor.

(Could use him for experiments, throw him onto a cargo ship...)

Kate: "Hey, where are all the followers, anyway?"

Jude: "Dreamin'. Even the guy playin' the organ went down in the middle."

(At any rate, the mission was a success.)

(That's what she's probably thinkin'.)

I let out an exasperated sigh when I heard her sigh with relief.

Jude: "Had no idea ya were 'bout to sign a dangerous contract, huh?"

Kate: "What?"

She blinked at me and tipped her head cutely to the side.

(Did she already forget what happened?)

(She's more dangerous than I thought.)

(How in the world did she manage to survive this long?)

Jude: "The whole, if ya wanna pledge your eternal love, close your eyes deal."

Jude: "Ya closed your eyes. So ya wanna spend the rest of your life gettin' tortured by me, huh?"

She took about five seconds, and then it finally hit her.

Even her neck turned bright red this time.

Kate: "I thought we had to kiss so you could have a chance to catch him!"

Jude: "All ya had to do was just lean in close 'n we coulda pretended to kiss."

Kate: "B-but then why did you kiss me?!"

Kate: "You should've just pretended, then!"

Jude: "Wanted to see that ridiculous look on your face after."

(Even if it's fake, sealin' your vows with a kiss is a daft idea. That's your punishment for going along with it so easily.)

Jude: "Don't worry. I had no intention of closin' MY eyes."

Kate: "That's not why I closed my eyes!"

Jude: "Uh-huh. Sure."

Her face was still bright red, but now she was speechless and shaking.

(Damn. I love that face. It's the cutest thing.)

Jude: "That ain't the kinda face a blushin' bride makes."

Kate: "I am NOT your bride!"

I wondered how much of this rubbish world I'd have to show her... in order to make that pretty face of hers distort with despair.

(For some reason, I can't even picture it.)

Instead, I pictured her standing proudly, glaring at the harsh reality even if she was covered in filth.

And something stupid tingled deep inside my stomach.

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[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing (Preath x Reader)

Soulmate Au, requested by anon. This turned out to be really long and it's still not finished so I decided to split it up into 2-3 parts. Hope you enjoy!

If I haven't done your request yet it will be coming. I try to write in order of request, but my brain chooses what I write without my consent and I can't focus on anything else. Perks of ADHD.

Words: 2.7k

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Soulmates. It was a concept that I had always despised. Why did the universe or whatever you want to call it get to decide who I was meant to spend my life with? I didn't like being told what to do at the best of times, let alone when it came to one of the biggest decisions one might make in life. Apparently when you meet your soulmate a tattoo appeared somewhere on your body of something that represented where or how you first met. I hadn't found my so called soulmate yet and I really didn't care if I did or not. It's not like I would do anything about it anyway.

"Where are you heading in such a hurry?" Ali asked, as I was getting my stuff together. Ash was my older sister, Ali had practically been my sister since they met, I loved her as much as I did Ash. They had let me stay with them after I got out of the marines last year after being injured in a bad wreck, I was struggling to readjust to normal life and move past the wreck. There were a lot of bad dreams and sleepless nights which had me turning to alcohol. Ash had pulled me out of it before it turned from a bad habit to an addiction. She got me into therapy, stopped me from drinking, slept with me every night for over a month until my dreams started to settle down. 

"I'm going surfing, tell Ash I'm heading to our spot if she wants to join." I ran out the door, but quickly turned back kissing the kids and Ali's cheek, "Love you all, aunty will see you both soon, be good."

"Be safe, love you. Remember some of the team is coming for lunch, it would be good to meet them before you start." I was starting with the team as security in two weeks. With being deployed, trying to sort my life out and working, I had never met most of the team. Unfortunately, I had even missed their wedding because I was deployed. The only person I had ever really met was Megan. 

"I'll be there!" I yelled over my shoulder. 

After what felt like hours and good few wipe outs, I finally made my way back to the beach. I had my wetsuit sitting down around my waist, drying myself off when a voice spoke up, "You're pretty good."

There was a brown haired girl, probably about my age, staring at my abs. I smirked before speaking, "Guess you didn't see the part where I totally wiped out?"

Her head shot up. As soon as our eyes met, an intense burning sensation shot through my wrist. I hissed, gripping my wrist. The stranger seemed to be doing the same thing, but the pain was so intense, I couldn't pay much attention. After a few seconds the pain subsided and I finally looked down at my wrist. Previously bare skin was now covered by a wave tattoo. What was happening finally hit me. The stranger was my soulmate.

I looked at her for a second, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as it felt like everything was falling into place. It felt right. Which was not what I wanted to feel. Honestly, it scared me. I had heard stories about it, but I never wanted to feel that way towards my soulmate. 

"You-"

Before the stranger could say anything else, I ran away. Literally, I picked up my surfboard and sprinted down the beach. I never wanted to meet my soulmate, I didn't want a soulmate to begin with. In that moment I figured that if I ran away, I wouldn't have to deal with it or see her again. 

"Woah, I know you are not about to come into this house with your wetsuit still on."

"Right sorry," I quickly stripped off my wetsuit, making sure to hang it up before rushing upstairs to shower and try forget what happened on the beach. I was in the shower for probably half an hour before moving to sit on my bed, staring into space for another good half an hour. There was a knock on the door, bringing me out of my thoughts, "Yeah?"

"You coming down? The team is starting to arrive."

"Uh yeah, let me just get dressed. I'll be down in a minute."

I quickly got dressed before pushing any thoughts of soulmates out of my mind. Before I could get far, crying from the nursery caught my attention. Ali called up the stairs asking me to get him before heading down. 

"Hi baby boy," I whispered as I picked him up, moving to change his diaper before we went down stairs, "I could definitely use some cuddles from my beautiful nephew right about now, how does that sound? Maybe we can get you a bottle while we're at it, everyone loves good food after a nap."

I was too invested in my one sided conversation to notice the amount of girls gathered in the kitchen as I walked in. As I looked up, I found my gaze drawn to a curly haired brunette. That was until my wrist started intensely burning again. 

"Take him."

Ali looked confused, "What?"

"Someone take him now." Ocean was quickly taken from me as I gripped my wrist, trying not to swear because I knew Sloane was in the room. This almost felt worse than the first time, maybe because the area was already tender.

"Y/n! What's happening?" I heard Ash ask, voice laced with worry as her arm wrapped around me. The pain subsided once again as I looked at the stranger. I got the same calm feeling from the beach wash over me. Ash was still standing next to me, concern radiating off her as I looked around the room, eyes stopping on the stranger from the beach. Before anyone could say anything, I ran again. This time out of the house and back to the beach. I was confused, why did I have that reaction twice? There was no way I had two soulmates right? That doesn't happen.

I finally looked down at my wrist. The wave tattoo now accompanied by a house. I sunk down into the sand, tucking my knees against my chest as I stared out at the water. 

Someone sat down next to me, I knew it was either Ali or Ash, they were the only ones who knew about the little corner of the beach I came to hide. Ali's soft voice spoke up after a few seconds, "Thought I might find you here. You found your soulmate?"

Of course it was Ali. Ash was always there for me, but it was more support, spending time with me, fighting for me. Ali was always the better one at making me talk. I chucked humourlessly, showing her my wrist, "Two soulmates apparently. First one happened on the beach earlier."

"That's why you came in so hurriedly. Going by who you were looking at when it happened, I have a feeling I know who your other is. Do you want to know who they are?"

"I never wanted to know them at all."

Ali wrapped her arm around me, pulling me closer. Her perfume creating a sense of peace as it always did, "I know, I know you don't like the concept of a soulmate, but you're going to be around them a lot Y/n. They're our teammates."

"Of course they are. Fuck this, fuck the world, fuck everything."

She chuckled, rubbing my arm, "You're being a bit dramatic."

I groaned dramatically, "Just let me be dramatic for a second before I have to face this."

"Okay, let me know when you're ready." 

After a few minutes I decided to just face it. It wasn't something I could run from. Ali was right, if they were on the team them I would be around them a lot, "Tell me."

"So the one in the house is Christen, now I'm assuming the one from the beach is Tobin."

"Why do you assume that?"

"Christen and Tobin are together, they're soulmates. They've mentioned a few times that they felt like someone was missing. I know you don't want this Y/n, but you should at least talk to them. It effects them as well, they deserve to know your stance."

Once again Ali was right, just because I didn't believe in it, doesn't mean they didn't deserve to know that I wasn't interested instead of me just running away or ignoring it. I could be an asshole, but not that much of an asshole, especially when it came to potentially breaking some ones heart. "I know. Give me 5 minutes once you get back then you can send them out if they want to."

Ali left, once again leaving me to my thoughts. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I was never good at talking to people I just met or having to potentially hurt someone. Add them both together and I was slightly panicking. 

Shadows covered the sun making me look up. There stood my two soul mates. Who I guessed was Tobin spoke up first, "Uh hey, Ali said we'd find you out here." 

I quickly looked down, trying to stop the feelings that started to rise being this close to them. It was comfortable, calming, peaceful, but I was nervous at the same time. Nervous about what to say, how they would react and how I would feel about it once it was done. It wasn't what I wanted, I didn't want to be forced to be with someone. There was a small part of me that wondered if I would regret it, "Hey."

"I'm Tobin, this is Christen."

"Y/n."

They sat down, looking about as nervous as I felt. There was silence for a few seconds before I spoke up, "I'm sorry for running away. Twice. It was a shock I guess."

"It's okay, we get it."

"Look um I have to be honest with you both. I don't believe in soulmates, well I do, but I don't believe in the concept of just being with someone because you're told you should be. I'm sure you are both great, but this isn't something I'm looking to pursue."

They tried to hide it, but I saw the hurt fill their eyes. My heart ached knowing I hurt them. Hurting people was the last thing I wanted to do. Christen smiled softly at me, "We respect that Y/n."

"I-I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's okay. We understand."

"We're going to head back in. Are you coming?"

"I will. I'm just going to take a minute."

After getting my mind back in order, I made my way back to the house stopping by the door to take my shoes off. It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop, but I accidently overheard the conversation going on. "Yes she's our soulmate, no nothing is going to come of it. She's not looking for that right now and we understand that. Finding out you have two soulmates is a lot especially when you're not looking for a relationship. Yes, it kind of hurts, but please don't let this effect the way you interact with her. We don't hold any negative feelings toward her."

There was quiet conversation as I waited a few seconds before going inside. I appreciated that they had my back despite what just happened. It was one of my worries that it would effect how the team saw me. I couldn't do my job easily if they hated me. I also didn't want my sisters bestfriends to hate me. Sloane was the first person to notice me, she ran up pulling at my hand until I picked her up, "Otay aunt Y/n/n? Ouchie? Kiss better."

I held my wrist out for her to kiss better. It was something I always did for her when she got hurt, "I'm okay superstar, it's all better now thanks to you."

"Ladies, this is my sister Y/n. As you may know she's starting as head of security in a couple of weeks."

Things weren't as awkward as I expected. They didn't seem to hold it against me. Interacting with me, getting to know me. Tobin and Christen kept their distance, choosing to interact with anyone but me. It wasn't unexpected, I was doing the same thing. It was just easier that way.

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No one warned you how weird it would feel to not be with your soulmate or soulmates in my case. It was kind of hard to describe, there wasn't a constant pain or heartache like you would read in stories, it just felt weird. It was a sort of empty feeling, like something was missing. Which I guess there was. It had been three weeks since I first met them and a week since I started working with them.

We were friendly when around each other, but Christen and Tobin kept their distance when they could. I didn't blame them, I knew it hurt that their soulmate didn't want them. Ash had told me when I had asked how they were. Just because I didn't want it, doesn't mean I didn't care. If I'm being honest, I was still drawn to them, drawn to how right everything felt when I was around them. That scared me so I kept even more of a distance. 

I was heading up to my room when someone stopped the elevator from closing. Christen and Tobin got on, standing awkwardly across from me. This was the first time we had been alone since the beach on the day we met. The elevator jolted to a stop, not opening or moving despite trying the buttons. 

"They said something went wrong with the system, some ones coming to fix it, but it could take up to an hour." Tobin informed us as she hung up the phone.

"Great. That's just fucking fantastic. Of course this would happen now of all times"

I noticed Tobin clenching her jaw, "I know you don't want to be stuck with us, but you don't have to take it out on us. It's not like it's our fault."

I slid down the wall, tucking my knees to my chest. Tobin and Christen followed my lead, sitting down on the other side of the elevator. "Sorry, that was just a general statement, it wasn't aimed at you. I have an appointment with my therapist and I don't do well in confined spaces anymore." There was silence for a few minutes before I spoke up again, "It's not that I don't want to be stuck with you guys, I have nothing against you, you're both really nice people."

Tobin sighed, head resting back against the wall, "I know you have a thing about soulmates and we do respect that, but why won't you even just try to get to know us before completely shutting it down?"

"I don't know. To be honest I didn't even think about it. Everything happened so quickly, I got scared."

"What scares you?" Christen asked, voice softer than Tobin's was. I was starting to think that was just how Christen was. She always seemed so soft spoken. I admit it was comforting.  

I was never one to easily talk about my feelings, but I figured I owed them more of an explanation seeing as I broke their hearts with little to no explanation to begin with, "I don't want to be stuck in a relationship with someone I don't like or have anything in common with. I want to choose who I'm with, who I build a life with, not have it forced on me. Having two soulmates didn't help either."

"Chris and I aren't asking for a relationship Y/n."

"Y-you're not?"

"No, we just want to get to know you, see if there is anything there beside the soulmate connection. We never expected you to just jump into a relationship with us, all we wanted was to get to know you. Seeing how you reacted to us, we didn't want to push you."

"No expectations?"

"No expectations."

"That might be okay. For now can you guys just tell me about yourselves? Distract me from what's happening because I'm about to start panicking."

[simwoman2002]

Do you think Red and Chloe will ever stop being menaces to Uma? I'm just imagining in the future that they crash Uma's wedding. She has a kid and they show up to the hospital. It's her 50th birthday party and they are there pulling a prank. That's how long this beef is lasting, hahah

I love your fics so it made me think of this 💖😊💕

Honestly, it sounds like something they'd do 😂😂😂 I love the idea of them just aggravating the crap out of her for her whole life. Imagine if they babysat her kid 😂😂😂 That would be a wreck.

And it's ironic you bring up Uma's wedding... But I digress from that topic. No need to get ahead of myself 😉

Thank you so, so much!!!! 💞💞💞💞 You are so sweet and it means so much to hear that you enjoy my fics 💗💗💗 Hopefully I'll have a chance to keep writing soon. It's been a really busy week and I'm sorry I haven't responded to your ask sooner! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[empressgeekt]

JD: Baby brother let us take Floyd, you're clearly not-

Branch, interrupting: If you finish that sentence, John, I'll rip you a new one! You all come back after twenty years squabbling like children, stressing both myself and Floyd out to the point our brother becomes hospitalized again, and dare to try to claim I, the person who found and had been caring for him for the past two years, don't know what's best for him!? I'm a bad caretaker because a bunch of immature manchildren decide to bust into our lives after everything finally starts to settle down, and we finally begin to stabilize and wreck things!?

Clay: I mean, he was in a wheelchair at a Bergan Wedding when we arrived.

Branch: THE ONLY REASON WE ARE NOT ON THEIR MENU ANYNORE IS BECAUSE OF THE WORK POPPY AND I DID TO GET THOSE TWO TOGETHER AND SHOW THE BERGANS THEY DON'T NEED TO EAT TROLLS! WE WERE SPECIALLY INVITED GUESTS AT THE ROYAL WEDDING OF GRISTLE AND BRIDGET BECAUSE ME AND POPPY RISKED OUR LIVES TO MAKE PEACE WITH THE BERGANS! You're lucky Gristle is such a laid backed king and my personal friend because what you lot.dod could have potentially destroyed everything we worked for and brought us back to the days of Trollstice! Me and Floyd were specially invited guests as a close friend to the groom and one of the people who helped solidify peace between Trolls and bergans.

Creek, just getting there in time to hear this speal: Not to mention the whole Rockapocalypse thing that Branch took an active role in stopping made Floyd very reluctant to let Branch out of his sight. But I guess making peace with he bergans, actively saving the world by preventing Queen Barb from being able to turn everyone into rock zombies, and starting the duet with Queen Poppy to save music after the source of all our music got destroyed isn't enough for a bunch of asses who think leaving a two year old child alone in the Troll Tree to think he grew up to be capable enough to care for the sickly brother that he did all of those amazing feats for.

That got the brothers to shut up real quick. While they'd all heard of all this happening in some capacity, they never realized just how involved Branch was to all of it. Or that he had done it for the sake of Floyd.

Oh...this...this was beautiful. The sass these two carry is beautiful.

[the-fishh]

I LOVE LOVE THE CRANE WIVES !!!!!!!

IVE LOVED EVERY PIECE OF THEIR MUSIC WHICH I THINK IVE LISTENDED TO ALMOST ALL OF IT.

NEVER HEARD A CRANE WIVES SONG I DISLIKED!!!1

THE FUNKY LITTLE LEADING BASS LINE AND THE HOWLING VOCALS HAVE MY HEART AND SOULLLLL

SOME OF MY FAVORITE CRANE WIVES LYRICS: Album - Safe Ship, Harbored

You won't find me where you left me No, I'm long gone (Long gone)You can't bind me in the state you kept meFor so long (So long)

I give up my sight To see I give up my air To breathe

We're the daughters of sinners, we're the sons of saints

If there's a hole in the silver lining I'll be the one, the one to find itI take it upon myself to make sure I do . I might find nothing when I start lookingBut I turn it over in my hands untilMy fingers wear it through

Where does your faith fall? Where does your faith fall in me?Don't break the bottleDon't waste your blessings on me

My dreams keep diggin' up the bones of memories Discarded remnants of former timesNow every skeleton is slappin' its knees Laughin' at the holes he left behind

I have all the time I need (And when full moon beckons)To repent my wicked deeds(She relives the night that took her life)Plant my guilty seed(To suffer it in her eternal penance) By the moonlight in the cemetery

Album - The Fool in Her Wedding Gown

Spreading out the ashes of a love That only gave and gave

I'm swimming in this dress, a child in her mother's clothes This ring around my finger's like a chain around my throatAre you so sure you've tamed me?

Don't just watch me go, you fool Run with me, keep up, keep up, keep up

That though we're gray, we can stay young, and wild, and free

And if I were someplace else And if I were someone elseAnd if I were not myself, would this be easier?

I'm at a loss for better plans 'Cause this is all I haveSo I'll just close my eyes and try To pretend That it gets easier

All you're doing now is losing me

I gave you everything I had And now I want it back

You built the glacier house in the fadin' SummerYou cursed the earth you settled under

I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent

Though I planted the seeds, gave them everything they needBut the flowers in our window box don't growLittle buds make their graves as the warmth inside us fadesBut I still don't know shit about letting go

Just give me back, give me back to the ground

When my ghost sings my battle cry you'll be too sorry to dance

Am I the only thing that keeps you safe when the light is gone?

But I still hold out hope that maybe someday I'll be worth more than all the silence left in my way

But if in the end I lose my voiceWill you forget about your love for me?

And when you break the surface oh without mePlease don't return me to the dark of all the memories

The heart is just a muscle with a rhythm all its own It doesn't stop when you decide not to move on The heart knows nothing of your love or of your loss

Album - Coyote Stories

No amount of fear will keep you safe

With the risk of fall I never climbed at allEvery day I told myself“I’m not ready”

Their stories reveal Regrets their smiles can’t conceal

I could have been anyone, anyone else Before you made the choice for me

Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own

I shine only with the light you gave me

All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymoreThis will be the death of me

I'm one deep breath away from a breakdown My nerves are wrecked and coming unwound

I rip myself apart at the seams I find one weak spot and start unravelingHoping I can find a better me

I keep my closet free of skeletons 'Cause I'm much better at digging graves

I've seen good men spoiled Chained to their jobs like houndsThey work and sleep and work againIn the darkest nights they howlTheir cries are a warningTo everyone followingNo man should stand to work all of his daysAnd have nothing at the end of them

I got no money but the changeThat jingles in my pocketsReminding me how little I haveAnd as for time I amPowerless to stop itIt keeps rambling on like a mad, wandering man

And my dear papa gave me Lessons in regretHe said all that he'd done would be for nothingIf I followed in his steps

He taught me that the hand that feeds Deserves to be bitten when it beats

And that no man should get More of my time than me, than me

I may never be a rich man But I can, make sure that I am free

That these hands of mine were clumsy, not cleverAnd I tried to do the best that I couldBut try as I might I couldn't bring myself to hold you

There is love that doesn't have a place to rest But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders

For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you

I want to know that there are lands Not yet touched by human handsI want to be the one to find them

Album - Foxlore

Sure, you can forget about all the things you've done But what about the rest of us?

High-tail it when it gets to be too much What about the rest of us?

Marrow made a wife of Eve But no one gave up a rib for me and mine

Time has changed the metaphor Now, dust is not the origin of boneLittle girl, don't let them sell you any armorAll your ribs are still your own

The time has come for moving on You can't be always trying to dig upWhat you've already buried

Every word I say is kindling But the smoke clears when you're aroundWon't you stay with me, my darlingWhen my walls start burning down, down, down?

You don't have to believe every single thought That tumbles through your headJust 'cause it sounds like you talkingSometimes all you can doIs say goodnight and tuck your demons into bed'Cause they're not worth fighting

What good has ever come of it? What answers will you find?Turn out the lights on your mind

Don't buy me flowers It pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away

Keep the light so dim that you can't see What's out there ahead

If only I could break the chain of disappointments Weighing me downShake off the ghosts that whisper warnings

The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throatGive me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes

Tell the crows they can have their pound of flesh

Get on your knees and dig up the garden Won't you throw down that spade andDig up the garden, darling?Get your hands dirty and rip up the gardenWon't you cut down that apple tree for me?

Album - Here I Am

I thought it would be easier to change How many times can someone start again?How many more times will it take?

Got bombs that are falling on my mind I'm getting used to the noise and light,

I wanna be found I think I'm ready to be hereTie me down, tie me down

This ghost town is making a ghost of me

They shake me off and ask why I bother The answer is simpleMy father, his fatherI come from a long line of people who believeIn the flowers that growIn the cracks in the street

Tender as a bruise Sharper than a razorWraps her tentacles around meLike she'll never let me goFury shakes the rafters, but never in my favorI'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

Stop the car, I wanna get outI'm craving open air and solid ground'Cause I've been watching from the backseatWatching the world slipping past me

Like a moth in the night I'm desperate for a minute in the light'Cause everywhere that I goSomething pulls me to the shadows

I'm a fool I've been howling at a hollow moon

Is this a bunker or a shallow grave? Either way I'm leftHolding onto the shovel and ropeDigging in the dirtFinding bones, finding ghosts

Take me in my damaged state Walked a thousand miles to be here againPull apart your useless gamesBut your song sings in my veins, and I'mSinging tooI can't drown you out no matter what I do

I’m just a ten cent copy Of people far more advanced than meEvery thought that I’ve ever hadCould be ripped from a magazineCut me a path, and I will follow itDraw me a line, and I’ll avoid itI’m nothing if not obedientYou have my word

I am not a builder I’m much better at blowing things downI will join the wolfAt my door

I keep tallies I keep scoreI'm a petty thing on a high, high horseYou've got your mouth openI hold my tongueThere's so many things that we can't ignore

Congrats to anyone who made it this far down the post lmao

(Life Series / Trafficblr fans, i see you all and im with you all.)

Europe/Britian/Scotland tour when??? plsplspls i need to see them live on stage!!!

This has been a Crane Wives Appretiation Post , Thank you for Consideration and please listen to their music if you dont already!!!

[stardust948]

[Frenemies AU]

Reality T.V. arc part 2

*Kya and Ursa pulling Ozai off Hakoda*

Ursa: Alright! Alright! That phone conversation never happened!!!

Ozai: I saw it!

Kya: I need some more pink lemonade.

Hakoda: That conversation between me and Ursa was fake!

Ozai: You offered to tickle her tummy!

Hakoda: I was talking to a puppy!

Ursa: I was ordering a pizza!

Ozai to Ursa: How does he know you like having your tummy tickled?!

Hakoda: Everyone likes having their tummy tickled!

Kya: It's true. Sometimes I do it to myself.

Ursa: The producers took two different phone calls and cut them together.

Ozai: I want to hear that from them!

___

T.V. producers: Yeah we took two different phone calls and cut them together. Cool right?

Hakoda: Cool?! He almost killed me!

Ozai: I wouldn't have actually killed you.

Hakoda: Aren't you sweet.

Kya: Isn't this supposed to be a reality show.

T.V. producers: Yeah.

Ursa: But that phone call wasn't real.

T.V. producers: Of course not. Nothing's real on reality T.V. Our job is to entertain. That's what you go to school here for right?

Hakoda: Yeah...

T.V. producers: Then think of it like a play or movie but without a script. Like improv.

Hakoda: Well you could have told us before the attempted murder!

Ozai: Ugh don't be so dramatic.

T.V. producers: No, be more dramatic. And the next time you two fight can you call us so we can get it on video? Or maybe you can reenact it now?

*Hakoda and Ozai look at each other*

Hakoda: Action.

Ozai: *smirks*

(Starts fighting dramatically as the camera films)

___

*Later*

Ursa: There's no reason the guys should have all the screen time.

Kya: So, what are you suggesting?

Ursa, sees the T.V. producers coming: Follow my lead.

Ursa: Unbelievable!

Kya: No you're unbelievable! You always have to make a big deal out of nothing!

T.V. producers: Keep going!

Ursa: You trashed my beach house!

Kya: You said I could use it!

Ursa: I didn't say people can puke on my carpet and make soup in my toilet!

Kya: It was a beach party! What did you think was going to happen?!

Ursa: Who put my dog in a wedding dress?!

Kya: It was hilarious!

Ursa: You know what?! This friendship is over!

Kya: Eat a rag!

Ursa: You eat two rags!

Ursa, to the crew: How was that?

T.V. producers: Great work!

Kya: We'll get you more stuff later.

___

Hakoda: Wow, they were great.

Ozai: We can do better.

Hakoda: Whatcha got?

Ozai: Ok, what if what if the janitor got us in trouble and we got so angry we took it out on his car?

Hakoda: We can't trash the janitor's car. He got us those candy apples for Omashu day.

Ozai: We don't trash his real one! My brother works at the junk yard on weekends. We get him to drop off a junk car and wreck that one.

Hakoda: And say it's the janitor's car.

Ozai: *gasp* Wow I wish I thought of that. Oh right I did.

Hakoda: *rolls eyes*

Ozai: Wait, that janitor didn't get me a candy apple for Omashu day.

Hakoda: He didn't?

Ozai: *shake head*

Hakoda: HA.

___

Ozai: There's the car. Is the camera crew coming?

Hakoda: Yep.

Hakoda, grabbing a golf club: Time to fake some reality T.V.

Ozai: Action.

Ozai, to the camera: This is what happens when the janitor gets us in trouble!

*Both destroy the car*

Jeong Jeong: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY CAR!!!

Hakoda: Your car?!

Piandao: What is going on here?! What did you do to Jeong Jeong's car?!

Hakoda: You said your brother dropped off a junk car for us to destroy on camera!

Ozai: Yeah. He must have meant that one. *points to another car in the parking lot*

Hakoda: Aw man! We abused the wrong car!

Piandao, to the producers: Alright T.V. people out!

T.V. producers: But we gotta show to make.

Piandao: Then go make it at another school. You're done here.

T.V. producers: You can't kick us out?

Piandao: What?! *Grabs Hakoda's club* What?!

T.V. producers: There are other schools. Let's go to one.

Piandao: I'll call a tow truck for you Jeong Jeong.

Jeong Jeong: How am I going to get home?

Piandao, looking at the boys: Don't worry. I'll get you a ride home.

(Hakoda and Ozai glances at each other nervously)

___

*Hakoda and Ozai pushing Jeong Jeong in a wheel-barrel*

Jeong Jeong: This is so slow.

Hakoda: C'mon it isn't that bad.

Jeong Jeong: My car has radio.

Ozai: So what do you want us to do about it?!

Jeong Jeong: Sing me a song.

Both: *sigh* 🎵Secret tunnel. Secret tunnel- 🎵

Jeong Jeong: IN FIRE TONGUE!

(Boys look at each other)

Both: 🎵 Himitsu no ton'neru yama o tōru himitsu no ton'neru 🎵

Part 1

[livelovesimallways]

"Prayed Up....." 🎵

(Previous)

(Previous following Dana's story)

Moses and I finally arrived home a couple of days ago after an amazing honeymoon. We spent nearly three months traveling, relaxing and enjoying the best parts of what make us...us. After taking some time for ourselves, letting our friends and family know we were back became top priority. While I reached out on my end, Moses was reluctant to do the same. He says he wants to, "protect his peace", which leads me to believe something serious is going on. Although I fully understand where he is coming from, avoiding things never helps. I just hope that, "protecting his peace", doesn't make a situation worse or leave people in the dark.

Later on that day.....

"So hold on...Let me get this straight...Sean was messing around with that Julia chick outside of Dana's rules? Deanna found out and told her?"

"Basically..."

"Damn...I wonder why she didn't tell me? It seemed like everything was going well. She even sent me their finished wedding plan." *sounding confused*

"Maybe it is for her. She probably feels like what's done is done. Shit, my moms used to get like that whenever my father got caught."

"Humph...I remember having those days myself. You're probably right. Now I feel terrible. Dana isn't the type to come crying about her problems either. She'll tell you, but won't get emotional about it. She keeps a lot bottled up."

"Yeah she's a good ass person too. She don't deserve that shit." *looks down then shakes his head*

"So was this why you were avoiding calls?"

"I mean it's part of it. Sean's been like my brother since high school, but him still doing dumb shit just ain't sittin right with me. I thought he was makin progress but, that ain't the case. I don't know if I want to be around all that. Too much potential to have me in some shit."

"In some shit like?...."

"Being put on the spot to cover, or getting questioned over something he did."

"But that only happened once right?" *narrows her eyes*

"You really want me to answer that? Shit, we both know not to ask questions we really don't want the answers to. You're gonna feel obligated to tell her and neither one of us is trying to stir up past things. She knows what kind of dude she has. Obviously we want better for her, but she's sticking beside him. There's no need to dig."

*sighs* "Fine...I'll leave it alone. What's done in the dark always comes to light anyway, so..." *her phone starts ringing, cutting her off* "Oh look, it's Nica, another person you've been avoiding. I'll put it on speaker."

A Few Days Later.......

"I'm just not understanding why you won't tell your sister you're pregnant? Like, I know it's not ideal, but you're in a good place. You're starting your career at that tech giant and you can stay here as long as you want. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me, I've seen worse. The train wreck that is my father is a great example, and he's a multi-millionaire. You have a village: your sister, me and my family. You just have to embrace it. "

"Look...Mimi I get you're trying to help, but please leave it alone. That's not why..." *get choked up*

"Then what is it? I'm here for you, seriously..."

*whispers* "Fuck...."

"Damn...Umm...I didn't mean to upset you. You don't have to..."

"No, I do. Just please don't judge until you hear everything. The reason why I'm scared to tell her is because it's Sean's baby..." *tells her their entire history*

"Whew...That's a lot." *pauses for a few seconds* "Sleeping with your sister's man is foul as fuck, Dee. I get the whole college and first love thing before they met, but she's the one with him now...Has been for the past what, six years? And now a baby? You have to tell her before she marries this man."

"I know...I will..."

"This is crazy but, as much as I want to rant, I feel bad for you. He's manipulated this entire situation since you were eighteen. He was twenty-four and he knew to take advantage of your naivety. Now he says he loves you? He's full of shit and is using that as a way to keep you quiet and around." *pauses in thought* "Shit!..."

"What's wrong?"

"Remember a few days ago you were throwing up a lot?"

"Yeah?..."

"Well, I got scared and called Nica for advice. She had a rough first trimester so I figured she could help. I told her it was for you."

"Do you think she told anyone?" *extra concerned*

"I mean, it's possible, but that was a few days ago. I feel like if your sister knew she would've been knocking on the door. I'm gonna call Nica and check. But regardless, Dana's gonna find out sooner or later. You can't hide a baby bump and Sean's family has some strong genes. When the baby comes out looking like him..."

"Girl!...I get it. Can you please just call your sister for me? I'll figure it out from there."

To Be Continued......

Next

[minquiec]

songs that I've convinced myself are abt jipunk

Cause I'm utterly mental and I need more content abt them for myself so like I'm gonna list out all the songs I have abt them with specific lyrics that especially tickle that certain part of my brain heehehhaahahahhh

Some remind me more than others so I'm gonna put a 🍊 next to it

might update this as I go yauayyayayy

seasons - wave to earth 🍊

this is THE song for them

- 'If I could be by your side, I'll give you all my life, my seasons'

- 'I can't be your love, because I'm afraid I'll ruin your life'

i wanna be yours - artic monkeys 🍊

tbh this is just my fav song of all time

- 'secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide then I thought'

london boy - taylor swift 🍊

c'mon yalls self explanatory KAKAK

- 'you know I love a london boy, I enjoy walking camden market in the afternoon'

yellow - coldplay 🍊

I caNNOT believe I forgot about this song until like recently and I heard it and I was like 🤯

- 'I came along, I wrote a song for you and all the things you do'

- 'and you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry'

- 'cause you were all yellow'

[remember how I said in my other post how if jia was a colour she'd be yellow yEAAH THE STARS R ALIGNING]

mine - taylor swift 🍊

there's. quite a lot of taylor swift in my playlist HAHS this leans more to modern au but it can still apply generally

- 'do you remember we were sitting there by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time'

- 'you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter, you are the best thing that's ever been mine' [HEAVY ON THIS LYRIC]

sparks fly - taylor swift

yes taylor again

- 'you're the kinda reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far'

paper rings - taylor swift

yes YES TAYLOR THE THIRD ONE IN A ROW THE THIRD WEEK IN A ROWW

- 'I hate accidents, except for when we went from friends to this'

I miss you - soyou 🍊

THIS SONG cause it reminds me more of the in every lifetime thing they have going on

[transl lyrics from good old google search]

- 'did you go round and round to come to me? this love is unavoidable'

- 'even if I'm born many times, wherever you hide, I'll find you'

- 'let's never separate again, beside me, don't go away'

daisy - wave to earth

- 'my daisy, it's my happiness to run into you'

can you see my heart - heize

there's not rlly a specific lyric this song just makes me sad HAHSHA

pasilyo - sunkissed lola

ik this is more of a wedding song and they wouldn't rlly get yk MARRIED but STILL I LOVE THIS SONG SO SHH

kisame - rhodessa

very jia pov based

[transl lyrics from google]

- 'but why are you so far away? can I be yours?'

lover - YES TAYLOR SWIFT AGAIN LEAVE ME BEEE 🍊

- 'have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?'

- 'can I go where you go? Can we always be this close, forever and ever'

binibini - zack tabudlo

also habang buhay I love that song too

boyfriend - ariana grande

THIS MOSTLY APPLIES TO HIGHSCHOOL AU BUT IG IT WORKS FOR ATSV TOO?

- 'you ain't my boyfriend, I ain't your girlfriend but you don't want me to see nobody else, I don't want you to see nobody else'

- 'damn, baby, I'm a train wreck too, I lose my mind when it comes to you, I don't want a smile if it ain't from you'

- 'cause I know we be so complicated, loving you sometimes drives me crazy'

in your time - lee suhyun 🍊

I LOVE this song it's so sad and angsty but anyways this song is mostly for like,, the sadder aus like jade coin or grim swallow

[transl lyrics from google]

- 'after meeting you once again, I'm find the pieces of you that have been erased'

- 'I'm holding onto you, I'm still living in your time'

- 'I'm afraid you're still waiting for me'

here I am - jo hyun ah

same gist as in your time, sad songs -> sadder aus

[transl lyrics from google]

- 'I'm lost looking for you'

- 'here I am, always in the same place'

- 'still I am, waiting for you'

katawaredoki - radwimps

LITERALLY AN INSTRUMENTAL ANYWAYS

summertime sadness - lana del ray 🍊

this song literally makes me so sad for no reason but this is mostly abt uhh jade coin au

- 'kiss me hard before you go'

- 'I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight'

- 'think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky'

stay with me - chanyeol, punch 🍊

SO obsessed w this song

[transl lyrics from google]

- 'my heart’s beating it goes, when I look at you so close, I’m finding it hard to breathe, even when you’re not around'

- 'my heart was heading towards you'

- 'feels like I’ve loved you from a long time ago'

- 'the other half of my being'

daylight - david kushner

for grim reaper and swallow au *throws up blood and tears*

- 'oh I love it and I hate it at the same time, hiding our sins from the daylight'

paruparo - sugarcane 🍊

THIIIS SONNNGGG props to oomf for introducing and translating LITERALLY THE WHOLE SONG I literally can't get this song out of my head rn

[transl lyrics from aech1gwen on tiktok]

- 'you are my past, present and future'

[I'd copy and paste the entire lyrics if I could but for technical reasons I'll just put this one cause AAYGEGGGAGGQ 💔💔💔]

kumpas - moira dela torre 🍊🍊🍊

I haven't even known this song for half a day and im already gonna cry over it recommended by the same person who transl'd paruparo for me :))) godsend fr (I'm literally about to cry)

[transl lyrics from aech1gwen sent thru DMS ueue)

- 'I didn't think you would arrive suddenly without warning'

- 'you are my compass when I'm lost'

- 'even if you aren't aware you have saved me many times now'

[HEAVY ON THIS ONE AUGEHGEH]

- 'in an instant, I had changed. I can't bear to be away from you'

- 'you are my first and last'

[IM LITERALLY GOIGN TO CRY AUDINFHCHEB ID POST THE WHOLE SONG IF I COULD BUT YK]

timeless - taylor swift 🍊

this song is so good

- 'The kind of love you only find once in a lifetime'

- 'and somehow I know you and I would've found each other'

- 'in another life you still would've turned my head'

- 'so even in a different life, you still would've been mine'

- 'story of a romance torn apart by fate'

- 'hundreds of years ago, they fell in love like we did'

- 'and I'd die for you in the same way'

桃花诺 - G.E.M

non eng love songs are so 😢💔😨🤧🙏😭❓❓🕯️💥🚶🏌️💥🥲

cupid's chokehold/breakfast in america - gym class heroes

THIS SONG IS CUTE IDK the song just loves the gf sm and it's so ☹️☹️💔

- I mean she even cooks me pancakes and alka seltzers when my tummy aches' THIS LYRIC IS SO CJTE TO ME IDK WHY

- we even got a secret handshake and she loves the music that my band makes'

- 'if I had to choose her or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun'

- 'i can tell by the way she says my name'

- 'but I know as soon as I get home, and I take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor, she'll be back in my arms for sure'

[THE WHOLE SONG TBH ITS SO AJSJJS ☹️☹️☹️]

the night we met - lord huron

Holy shit this song hurts me

- 'i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you'

- 'i don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you'

stars burn out - cykim

Pls go listen to this

OKAY I think that's all for now unless I missed some which I probably have cause of my big age 🏌️

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 38 - Wedding days. Episode 1.

-----Andy's point of view-----

Andy: IT'S HERE!!! THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE!!! I looked around with my drowsy morning eyes, I had just woken by some hammering in the garden, it could only be Congo and the others getting ready for the wedding. I grabbed my phone from the night stand and looked at the time. Just past 7??? Ugh!!! Maybe it was only Congo after all? I mean, who else is up this early in the morning? I turned around and looked at sleeping Evan next to me. Mmm he was completely naked. My eyes rested on his tiny brown chest hairs for a few seconds then travelled further down his body, meeting the light trail of hair leading towards his dick… mmmmm I could stare at it for days… on second thoughts, nah… I would probably get tired of just starring. My thoughts got interrupted as I heard voices outside… was that George and Gaby? Of course it was! Those two were the only ones crazy enough to also be up at this God forsaken hour of day! Wait…. Clover as well? ….And Robert? Alright, time to get up then I guess? I sighed deeply, stretched my body and once again got caught in starring at Evan, this time his lips and the light stubbles around them… mmm mmm…. that boy is perfection! God I wish I could marry him today as well!

Evan: You're starring at me again…Stop it! he mumbled with a sleepy voice

Andy: I chuckled hoarse Sorry… did I wake you up?

Evan: He grunted

Andy: God I wish I could just lay here and watch him the next hour, observe the way his chest rises as he breathes… The way his long hair waves and frames his perfect face

Evan: Andy, you're doing it again.

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and planted a soft kiss on his face I'll go get a shower. After showering and getting dressed, I found myself in the garden among friends and family. It turned out Daniel and my parents were already there as well. Everyone was happily chatting, and I spotted Congo pretty fast, hammering on what was to become the wedding arch. He spotted me quickly and dried his hands in a piece of fabric, then quickly made his way to me, wrapping his arms around my waist kissing me deep and lovingly. I moaned softly and grunted lightly

Congo: He chuckled softly Sorry, I know it's very early… he planted a soft kiss on my nose and looked around us Hey! Can anyone get Andy a cup of coffee please?

Gaby: Sure darling!

Congo: Alright… I need to go and make something ready… can you do me a favor and stay here please? He smiled lovingly and grabbed my hand, planting a gentle kiss on the back of it. You look gorgeous! I'm so happy. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered in a deep voice and thank you for last night. He winked at me as he straightened up again Just give me 5 minutes, I'll meet you here.

Andy: I nodded softly and smiled relieved as Gaby returned, handing me a big mug of coffee Thank you! I desperately need this right now!

Gaby: She chuckled softly No problem darling. She looked around a bit secretive So where's Evan hiding? Is he still in bed?

Andy: I nodded softly and sipped my coffee Yeah… I think he's still sleeping?

Gaby: She smiled softly Ahh… so he isn't hiding?

Andy: I pulled my shoulders lightly I dunno? I don't think so?

Gaby: I'm surprised. I thought he would be a nerve wreck today. I mean, after that car ride home. She leaned closer and lowered her voice so only her and I could hear the conversation So… did you continue in bed or?

Andy: I blushed lightly and chuckled hoarse, sipping my coffee, while trying to avoid eye contact with her

Congo: Andy? Will you look over here please?

Andy: Phew! Saved in the last second! I turned around slowly, still sipping my coffee, and I couldn't believe the sight in front of my eyes! A rusty/golden brown cocker spaniel came running through the grass. I coughed on my coffee and quickly handed the mug to Gaby, looking at Congo with questioning eyes

Congo: Chuckled warmly Happy anniversary and wedding day!

Andy: I looked at the puppy with happy tears in my eyes Is it mine?

Congo: Yes she is! My gift to you on this special day. Go on, go say hi to her…

Andy: I chuckled softly and dried my hands over my eyes to remove the tears that had gathered in them, and quickly walked up to the puppy, instantly picking her up, laughing softly as she kissed my face, but as she was too wild, I quickly put her down again, as I didn't want my clothes to be dirty. Hi there… who are you?

Congo: He walked up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek She's a mix… I picked her up at the animal shelter yesterday, but dropped her off at Clovers. She brought her with her when she arrived today. He smiled warmly She's a little old for a puppy… 6 months, but she's healthy and very friendly as you already noticed. I signed the papers already, but they gave me a week to return her in case you feel it's too overwhelming for you?

Andy: I shook my head lightly No. It's perfect… she's perfect… thank you. I smiled at him happily and hugged him tight You're perfect!

Congo: He chuckled warmly I'm very happy you're happy. Go play with her a bit, I'm gonna go mingle with the guests and then go finish the arch. He smiled warmly and kissed my forehead How's Evan doing? Does his hip still hurt?

Andy: I pulled my shoulders I dunno? I barely talked with him, he was still half asleep when I left, and pretty annoyed by me I chuckled hoarse

Congo: Oh… he grabbed my arms softly and pulled me a bit further away from the others So, do you think he regret last night? He looked around a bit nervous

Andy: I frowned lightly Did you guys continue after I fell asleep?

Congo: He grunted softly We kissed a bit in the shower, but that's it. I stopped it cause I didn't feel it was right to continue. There should be a clear limit as he isn't gay. Things can way too quickly get out of hand, and I don't wanna lose anything we have in our little family. It's simply too big of a gamble. Plus, I am in no way interested in a second relationship. That just doesn't agree with me he chuckled softly Go play with the puppy, I'll pop my head in and check up on him, alright? I want you to have no worries today, alright?

Andy: I sighed softly and smiled Thank you… for everything. I leaned in and French kissed him lovingly for a good minute, then hugged him close and let go, quickly picking up a twig from the ground and started playing with my new puppy.

------Congo's point of view-------

Congo: I chuckled warmly as I observed Andy and the puppy playing, then quickly made my way towards the tv room, to go and check on Evan. He was nowhere to be seen, so I made my way to the bathroom, knocking lightly on the door Evan… are you in there?

Evan: Congo?

Congo: Yeah? I leaned against the door to better hear him

Evan: Can you come in here, please?

Congo: I hesitated a few seconds Are you dressed?

Evan: Yeah… just…. I need help!

Congo: I opened the door slowly and stepped in. He was standing in front of the big wall mirror, fully dressed in black, what you would expect from Evan, and he looked damn handsome too. He was seemingly fumbling with something on his right arm Are you alright?

Evan: Yeah he grunted it's this wrist band… he grunted lightly I got it from Andy recently, but didn't have time to wear it yet, so the leather is still very stiff… he grunted irritated I can't close it myself.

Congo: I smiled warmly at him although he didn't look my way Let me… I walked up to him, gently grabbing his wrist with both hands, and in a few seconds, I had closed the wrist band in the right hole There you go. As I let go of his wrist I let my right hand slide forwards a bit, grabbing his hand gently, letting it disappear in mind, gently placing my other hand on his lower back How are you feeling today? my voice was calming and warm

Evan: He kept looking at his own reflection as he talked in a lowered deep voice I don't know…. anxious, but at the same time calm… I don't know how to describe it? He turned his head and looked at me with tired eyes

Congo: Do you need anythi I didn't get to finish my question before he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head against my chest

Evan: I just need a quick hug… please…. I'll be okay, I just need a moment.

Congo: I nodded softly and wrapped my arms around him tight Sure…. take all the time you need. We stood like that a couple of minutes before he let go and took a deep breath, splashing some cold water in his face Better now?

Evan: He nodded softly and opened the bathroom cabinet, grabbing his black eyeliner and started to apply it

Congo: How is the hip doing? Any better?

Evan: He smiled softly Yeah.. well it looks like shit! He chuckled softly But there's no pain as long as I don't touch the spot or around it.

Congo: I smiled warmly That's nice to hear. If you feel like, Akin can take a look at it when he comes later?

Evan: He grunted softly No, I'm good.

Congo: I smiled softly as I kinda knew that would be the answer. So, did you sleep well?

Evan: He nodded softly Yeah… thank you.

Congo: You're welcome. I smiled at him warmly and nodded at the bathroom door I'll go join the others if you don't need anything else? I still have a wedding arch to finish as well.

Evan: He half smiled at me a bit forced I'm gonna join you in the garden in few minutes. I just need to brush my teeth.

Congo: I nodded softly and couldn't help but feel the awkward tension that suddenly seemed to enter the room Okay… if you need anything you know where to find me. Andy is in the garden too.

Evan: He nodded softly as I slipped out the door

Congo: The day went on well. Breakfast was shared in the garden, more people started showing up, and soon our little gang was gathered, and even my dad found his way with Sparkle. Soon I had finished the arch with a little help from Evan and Lenny. And I could also sink down on a chair and enjoy a few pieces of bread before the day could truly start. The day and afternoon went great. Everyone was at a good mood. Andy, Gizmo and Sparkle mostly played with the puppy, Delilah as Andy quickly had decided to name her. Drinks were streaming, food was plenty, music was flowing and the good mood was everywhere. And as the sun started sinking, the music got dimmed. It was time. But before I could get to the arch, Andy was already there, sitting on a chair, with a guitar in his hand. He smiles softly and asked for everybody to gather around. And as they did, he with a warm voice told us, he would like to honor the tradition of dedicating a song to me on our wedding day. He took a long deep look into my eyes, and then started playing, Evan and Daniel along the way joining in on electrical guitar and drums from further away in the garden so Andy was still main focus. It was the best wedding gift I could have gotten. My three boys, coming together: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3i0eOfchxg

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i held an apple in my hands and dreamed it a heart

it's not your fault. never really was. you've never asked for any of my adulation, not a lick of my obsession. i sit here dancing on telephone poles and choking myself to death in power lines and you're supposed to take responsibility for the hanging corpse gently swaying in the breeze? no, no; you were innocent. you were under no duress, no pressure. you made the best choice you could

and i'm happy

because if i set aside my all-too-characteristic trepidation for a second i can tell you'll be happy, too

but i was born with a void in my stomach i only ever filled by weaponizing you. and so now i'm left with nothing but this gnawing, crushing misery, that hollows me out as if with a spoon. scraping, scraping, scraping away at my cilia, at my flesh, at my bones

want to know something awful? does it matter, if you do? i've trampled all over you with my presumptions already, anyways, one more can't hurt

every foghorn in my mind screams that none of this will work for you. calling out that it's too soon, too quick. that all this is being made under too much duress. your boyfriend made a group chat just to worry about you and he's so close to the brink of a mental breakdown it'd be tragic if i wasn't a monster who didn't care even a lick about him. he can't handle this, those traitorous speakers whisper into my ear, blaring at a hundred sixty decibels. he's already falling apart. he's already sacrificing his other relationship for you. all this is doing is keeping the cage around him shut tight

i'm smarter than the foghorns, luckily. i know that he loves you. that you love him. that nothing else matters, but that. that i should check to see if i can get a bridesmaid's dress in black

if you aren't fiances, frankly, you might as well be. his parents may as well be yours by now, given the job your father's so steadfastly failed at. he's as much a home to you as you are to me, and you've seen how i act around you. want to go ring shopping? there's pop-up jewelers all over the streets here, i know a place if you want to sign all that away, away, leave me behind as you finally embrace that light you'd shown me

maybe it'll be too quick. maybe it'll hurt. i'll try not to say it's good if it does

christ, look at me. you're inviting this into your house tomorrow? all this? this ruined, thorned wreck of a woman who can't make up her mind as to whether she wants the best for you or the very worst, who aided and abetted the revelation that's blinded you instead of waiting for it to shatter you naturally, this crying, desperate girl begging you not to leave her when you have to go out for groceries for an hour? terrible. why? why do you tolerate me at all?

why do you care about me?

why do you like me?

why do you love me?

i should have talked to you sooner. immediately after that campaign. i was already intrigued by you then. i could have coaxed you out of your shell, instead of the other way around. i could have wormed my way into your life like a parasite so much sooner. we could have been together, by now. and you'd be straining against the stitches waking up every day and wondering why you felt like dying just that little bit more

all i had were the mad fantasies of a gibbering fool, all along. you don't like women that way. even if you did, you'd never like me. i'm so resolutely not your type you'd catch frostbite in seconds. but,

but i wish,

god, i don't even know why, i know it's not going to amount to anything, i hope,

i pray,

i wait for the day you get married to him. what was it i said, earlier? i can handle planning your wedding, but not your funeral? i stand by that. so i wait. think about what i'd do to make that day all the more special for you. wonder how many amaryllis flowers are too much, too tacky

and when you walk down the aisle, hand in hand,

i'll be sitting there, radiant in my delusions, waiting for you to leave him there and take me with you

i'm so sick. bring me a bucket? i want to vomit all this out.

[devotedlyvaliantchild]

The best thing about ofmd arriving in my tz at about 9 am on Thursday is that I have full on intense stressy work Mon-Wed and the my therapist first thing on Thurs, so I'm already utterly emotionally ruined before it even starts and then I have a full day to rewatch it xxx times and wreck myself completely all set for the weekend when I'll watch it some more and eat the walls. Life, eh?