#thinking about ‘darling it was good // right there where we stood was holy ground’ but it’s about ren and false teaming in mcc

[riacte]

2022 me was so unnecessarily dramatic and unwell about the first gen of mcc hermits taking a step back like i know these tr teams would have her crying and writing disastrous vent fics to all too well lyrics

[humbledragon669]

S1E3 – Hard Times Write Up P2 – The Globe Theatre London (1601) and the Burbage Meta

This part of the write up for episode 3 is going to take on a slightly different format, in that it will only be covering a very short (approx. 4 minutes) section of the episode. It will also contain the details of a meta-theory I have based on the short conversation that takes place in this scene, and I’ll be analysing the comings and goings of the scene in greater detail to try and demonstrate how the theory came to fruition. I’m not going to lie – this theory is likely to be HUGELY unpopular. I am not a fan of it myself but it’s where my head canon is at, and if it were true might explain one other unknown piece of canon. So, with all that said, let’s get started.

Before we get into the weeds, I’d just like to take a moment to appreciate the soundtrack for this scene. I’ve spoken before about David Arnold’s ability to compose incidental music of all manner of styles to assist with scene setting and the piece playing in the background here is no exception. The use of period instruments, simple orchestration and playful melody do an excellent job in establishing our place in the timeline. Chapeau, sir.

Alright, let’s get the ball rolling with some familiar ground, specifically the obvious joy on Aziraphale’s face when Crowley arrives.

Look at that happy little face! It looks like pure reflex too, he just can’t help himself. Did you appreciate that little suggestion that this is a happy couple on a pre-arranged date? Well hold on to it, because things are about to get rocky.

I’m going to skip ahead a little bit, but I will be coming back to look at some of the other interactions that take place here later on. I’ll mention (briefly) that this scene is the first we learn of the “Arrangement” actually being in place and that they have invoked it “dozens of times” (the book confirms it was originally enacted in 1020). It took me a little while to twig, but the fact that they do work on behalf of the other doesn’t just mean that Crowley is capable of blessing things and using his miracles for good (the latter isn’t so dubious – they both seem to use their miracles more like magic tricks anyway), but that Aziraphale is capable of tempting people into (bad) things. Food for thought.

When I first started looking at this episode with a mind to doing a write up for it, there was one of Aziraphale’s lines that stood out to me:

The reason it stood it is because it feels almost… lustful. And it shouldn’t because he’s not talking about Crowley here, but the actor on the stage – Richard Burbage. I dismissed it because I did not care for what that might mean for our precious darlings. That’s ridiculous, right? Aziraphale desiring someone other than the tall dark prince. Absolutely.

Time for a tangent.

After I finished writing Dangerous Liaisons (a 5+1 fix-it fic I wrote based on the theory that the entire Final 15 is all just an act), I found myself wanting to fill in some of the gaps that I had touched upon in the fic. There is mention of certain events, and of declarations of love on both sides, at particular points in their history, and my brain was already whirring about if I was to write them (spoiler alert: I am 100% going to write them), what the details were. One of those events takes place in 1941, which got me thinking about Aziraphale spitting out that he did the “I Was Wrong” dance that year. Which in turn got me wondering about what that dance would have been for. Which in turn got me thinking about what the other instances of the “I Was Wrong” dance in 1650 and 1793 could have been for, and eventually I was at the point where I wasn’t just planning to write more fics about the events mentioned in Dangerous Liaisons, but my versions of how those apology dances came about as well.

At the time, I had a notion that perhaps the 1941 dance had been done as an apology for Aziraphale’s outburst in 1862 about the holy water. Similarly, I had an idea that the 1793 dance could potentially have been about the fact that Aziraphale had (very stupidly) gone to France during a war against aristocracy, dressed in finery, for nothing more than crèpes. But the 1650 dance? I had no clue.

Until I went back to this scene.

What if. What if that lustful undertone I thought I had detected when Aziraphale speaks about Richard Burbage wasn’t nothing at all? Honestly, when my brain offered me that idea, it felt like fireworks had gone off in my head. Did I like it? FUCK NO. Did it make a weird sort of sense? Urgh, so help me, it kind of did. So hold on people, I’m going to say it quickly, because I am not enjoying writing it about as much as you aren’t going to enjoy reading it.

I think Aziraphale had an emotional affair with Richard Burbage.

I think not only did Crowley know about it, but that initially he gave it his blessing. I think Crowley changed his mind when he realised how much he was hurting as a result of it. I think Crowley tried to talk Aziraphale out of it under the pretence of not wanting him to feel the pain of heartbreak when Burbage inevitably died. I think they had a huge row about it. And I think the 1650 “I Was Wrong” dance was Aziraphale apologising for it all.

Hate me now? It’s OK if you do, I kinda hate myself for thinking it in the first place to be honest.

I know you’re probably thinking “well, what on earth were the 1793 and 1941 apology dances for then? If the original dance was for something as awful as an “affair”, what could he possibly have done in later years that would have been bad enough that the dance needed to be repeated?”. I know you’re thinking it because it’s exactly what I thought when my brain force fed me this theory in the first place. So here’s the thing.

I don’t think the dances in 1793 and 1941 were for anything different.

I think all three of the instances of the apology dances were for the same thing – Aziraphale’s emotional affair with Richard Burbage. Because it’s the one thing Crowley can secretly never forgive him for, even though he gave him permission to do it in the first place.

I suppose I had better start talking to explain myself here, shouldn’t I? Well, alright then, I will, but only about my reasoning for the theory – the playing out of the dances I will be writing about in my fics.

Let’s start with the little glance at Burbage we see from Aziraphale when Crowley says he hates the ”gloomy” Shakespeare plays:

I’ve slowed it down so that you can see it, but Aziraphale’s primary concern about Crowley’s criticism is whether or not Burbage has heard it – that’s where his gaze initially goes to before being distracted by an approaching Shakespeare.

OK, OK, a single glance and a single line of script. That’s hardly a confession, is it? Well, I’m not done yet. Let’s have a look at Aziraphale falling over himself to reassure Burbage of his talents.

This sort of gushing simper is something you might usually see from a teenage girl trying to bolster the older boy she has a desperate (and inappropriate) crush on, often when responding to an attempt by him to fish for compliments or show the younger girl up. It makes me a little sick at just how desperately Aziraphale offers his support here to be honest. My feelings aside, his babbling flattery wins him Burbage’s attention, which clearly delights the angel.

I’m sure most people would be happy to believe that the reason Aziraphale denies his friendship with Crowley is because that is the standard for them both, but I think there’s more to it than that. I’m of the mind that Burbage and Aziraphale already know each other at this point, and that they’ve already begun to develop feelings for one another. Burbage asking Aziraphale about his “friend” isn’t just a general question - it’s tinged with jealousy. He wants to know who this man is, not in an attempt to garner more compliments, but because he’s feeling threatened by his presence. As well he should. Let’s also take a look at Aziraphale’s face after Crowley’s presence has been pointed out:

Does it look familiar to you? It does to me. It’s the face he pulls when he’s in trouble for doing something he knows he should be in trouble for. Just like when Nina drops him in the shit with Crowley for having a naked man in his shop:

We can also see Crowley starting to cotton on to things in this little exchange. He sees Aziraphale’s desperation and flustering, sees the human’s jealousy and possessiveness. So what does he do? He does what any self-respecting mischief-loving demon would do. He decides to join the pissing contest. You can see his decision in his expression here:

If that expression wasn’t enough to let you know that he’s entering the ring at this point, his dismissive response to Burbage’s challenge should be enough to tell you he now considers this man fair game.

I think you should get on with the play.

Ouch. Saucer of milk, Crowley? Or maybe just turn your disdain to the person you’re actually upset with? Ah, he’s got that covered, showering Aziraphale with sass when he heckles Burbage. You can see a little train of emotions going through his expression here – amusement morphs into shock and disbelief, finally indicating his incredulity with a head shake so subtle you can only just catch it in the movement of his hair.

Quick side note: in the script, Burbage gives Aziraphale a “grateful thumbs up” at the heckle. Very friendly, don’t you think?

And so we come to the hateful fateful line that got us into this mess in the first place.

He’s very good, isn’t he?

And now it takes on a whole different level of meaning, doesn’t it? This is him asserting his pride at Burbage’s talents, justifying his feelings in a thinly veiled confession, and subtextually seeking approval from the one person in the world that he would ever want it from.

Let me be clear: I do not believe that Aziraphale is sexually attracted to Burbage, or that he’s in love with him. I think he feels a deep emotional attraction to him and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that Burbage’s talent is what’s really driving it. It’s worth remembering that Richard Burbage was a real historical person, who was the resident actor at the Globe Theatre. He played virtually every major role in the company, and it is generally thought that the role of Hamlet was written for and based on him. He was possibly considered the greatest actor of his time.

Crowley’s response, which comes after a tiny pause, seems oddly out of character.

Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety.

For those who don’t know, this line is an almost direct quote from Shakespeare’s “Antony and Cleopatra” (written after 1601, hence why Shakespeare makes a note of it when Crowley speaks). It’s spoken by Enobarbus, Antony’s best friend, who acts as a reasoned counsellor to Antony, offering advice unbiased by an all-consuming infatuation with Cleopatra. The pronouns have been changed in Crowley’s rendition (the resulting line in the play is about Cleopatra, so “his” becomes “her”). I have no doubt that Crowley’s subtext is pretty thickly layered here, so I’m going to try and break it down a bit:

We have a reference to age not having an effect on appearance. This is pretty obviously a characteristic of both himself and Aziraphale, immortal beings as they are.

The second half of the line he delivers is a reference to the subject having a range of moods that are unpredictable in their application.

The line as a whole takes these two ideas and wraps them in the suggestion that the subject is overwhelmingly attractive to many.

So taking all of that into consideration, I believe that the subject of Crowley’s line here is Aziraphale. He’s the one who doesn’t age, who is unpredictable and has fickle moods. It’s a reminder to himself of the things he finds attractive in Aziraphale and why others might also be drawn to him. It’s his admission that in this situation, he must be Enobarbus, the advisor, but that one day he can resume his role as Antony to Aziraphale’s Cleopatra. I mean, where else do we think he gets his 20th century first name from anyway?

That was a lot of analysis for a tiny handful of words. Aziraphale is less impressed with them, presumably because his little crush’s talent has not been recognised and he didn’t get the approval he was looking for.

The conversation that follows lets us know that Crowley has called this meeting. What’s interesting though is that according to Crowley’s opening line of the scene, it would appear that the location choice was Aziraphale’s.

I thought you said we’d be inconspicuous here.

This would suggest that Aziraphale knew that Burbage was going to be displaying his talents and that it would give him ample opportunity to show him off. Poor Crowley has been completely ambushed.

The majority of the conversation after this point is largely business-related, but it doesn’t stop Aziraphale from returning his eyes to Burbage at every opportunity, who is relentlessly charging through his lines in the background. Interestingly, the only line we focus on him for is this “the pangs of despised love”, which refers to the heartache caused by love that ends badly. And what other way is there for the affair between him and Aziraphale to end but badly? He’s human. He’s going to die. Leaving Aziraphale heartbroken. The frame just before these words are delivered would suggest that Aziraphale isn’t actually paying attention to him when he says them (shocking), so he’s probably missed that particular point entirely.

It's touching to see that Aziraphale does still care for Crowley, despite whatever else might be going on in his brain – his main concern, at least on the surface, is that it could put Crowley in danger if they invoke the Arrangement. In truth, I think he’s also considering the possibility that he might get to stay in London to spend more time with Burbage if he doesn’t have to go to Edinburgh; it’s written all over the lingering gaze he shoots the actor’s way when he’s offered the change to “toss for Edinburgh” (*smirk*)

And just look how disappointed he is when he loses:

And as if Aziraphale had not asked enough of his demon already, he overhears a conversation between Shakespeare and the oyster vendor (named Juliet, wonder if old Bill stole her name for anything he’d written previously…), prompting him to ask Crowley for a favour. I don’t think this could be interpreted as anything other than a secret gift from Aziraphale to Burbage. He obviously thinks it’s a marvellous idea and has set his heart on having it – just look at his silent ask of Crowley:

If that little eyebrow raise looks familiar, it’s because exactly the same micro-expression we see when he silently asks Crowley to clean his jacket in episode 2:

Let’s just for a moment say that my theory about all of this is complete guff. Why would Aziraphale be so desperate for Hamlet to succeed? Why this particular play? I’m prepared to settle and say the reason he doesn’t do the miracle himself is because he’s just lost the toss and is about to go and do Crowley’s job for him, but I can’t work out why he would be so keen for this play to succeed if there wasn’t some sort of emotional attachment involved with its lead actor and inspiration. So, I’m sticking to my guns on this one. Note: I’m not going into any metafiction stuff about both David and Michael having played Hamlet to high acclaim – everything here stays strictly within the GO universe.

And, like the lovesick little puppy that Crowley is, he gives his heart’s desire what it desires, even though it isn’t him. He even calls it a “treat”, and it earns him a pretty sweet smile of gratitude.

I don’t believe that Crowley’s gesture here is without subtext. I think this is him giving Aziraphale the approval he was fishing for earlier. And Aziraphale knows it – his secondary response (after that big soppy grim) is one of delighted relief. I have no doubt that Crowley is smarting a little by this point, and that’s borne out by the fact that he now leaves the theatre alone. If we look at the ends of each of the historical scenes, there are three where one of our hero couple leaves without the other (I’m not counting the departure in 537 AD where they both leave simultaneously). One is in 1862 (where Aziraphale refuses to supply Crowley with holy water) and another in 1967 (which I obviously haven’t covered yet) where Aziraphale leaves after delivering his soul-destroying “you go too fast” revelation. The other is this one. It’s seems very fitting that the only scenes where we see one of them leaving without the other are scenes where there is emotional tension between them. More importantly for this scene though is not so much that Crowley leaves, but that Aziraphale stays, his gaze instantly returning to Burbage on the stage. Not only is his face still fixed with a soppy smile, but he resumes eating – something we will see him using as a flirting device with Crowley in future years.

There’s one last thing I want to talk about from the beginning of this scene that I think bears mentioning:

Setting aside the fact that he miracles a coin out of thin air right in front of a human’s face here, there’s something else that draws my attention. The vendor in this micro-scene gives a customer two choices: oysters or oranges. Aziraphale chooses a third option, that we as the audience are not aware is available: grapes. Is it too extreme to consider this to be foreshadowing the choice that Aziraphale will make in this scene? As an entity, we have seen him try to choose between Heaven and Crowley for centuries, but here he will instead choose a third, previously unknown, option – Richard Burbage.

So there we have it. If you’ve stuck with me this far, I really do congratulate you. And I’m sorry. I’m not exaggerating when I say that writing this all down was actually really hard to do. I don’t want any of what I’ve theorised here to be true as much as most of the GO fandom, but once the idea planted its seed I could see how much sense it made.

If you’re still reading, and don’t hate me too much, I’ve written the prologue and first chapter of the fic that goes with this meta (you can find it here). I’ll be writing the second and third chapters covering the other “I Was Wrong” dances once I’ve completed the analysis for their relevant scenes, though that does mean the 1941 chapter will be a little while in the making.

Not sure I really want to include my usual sign off here, but… questions, comments, discussion always welcome. (Please don’t throw too much abuse at me!)

[youareinlove]

Thinking very deeply about dancing with our hands tied × holy ground! 😵‍💫

i'd kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down, hold you as the water rushes in, if i could dance with you again...and darling it was good never looking down, and right there where we stood was holy ground...but we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied...but i don't wanna dance if i'm not dancing with you

[healingtheworldwithboburnham]

Ineffable Husbands x Taylor Swift (pt 3)

This is Red + 1989 telling their story, again, with [my commentary in brackets].

State of Grace - “So you were never a saint, and I loved in shades of wrong. We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts. But this love is brave and wild… This is a state of grace. This is a worthwhile fight. Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right. These are the hands of fate. You’re my Achilles heel. This is the golden age of something good and right and real.” [Their relationship is a worthwhile fight, but love is a ruthless game and the S2 ending was not played good or right.]

The Last Time - “This is the last time I’m asking you this. Put my name at the top of your list [before Heaven]. This is the last time I’m asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye.”

Holy Ground - “And for the first time I had something to lose. And I guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the story’s got dust on every page. But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now, and I see your face in every crowd. ‘Cause darling, it was good, never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground.”

Sad, Beautiful, Tragic - “And you’ve got your demons, and darling, they all look like me. ‘Cause we had a beautiful, magic love there. What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair.” [ouch]

Run - “And run, like you’d run from the law [Heaven/Hell]. Darling, let’s run. Run from it all. We can go where our eyes take us, go where no one else is [Alpha Centauri], run.”

Style - for their impeccable sense of style

Out Of The Woods - “You [Furfur] took a Polaroid of us, then discovered the rest of the world was black and white, and we were in screaming color. And I remember thinking are we out of the woods yet? [they were not]

Wildest Dreams - “He said let’s get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds. I thought Heaven can’t help me now, nothing lasts forever. But this is gonna take me down. He’s to tall, and handsome as hell. He’s so bad, but he does it so well.” [this is so Aziraphale about Crowley pre-S2 ending]

I Know Places - [Alpha Centauri] “Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes, and guns. They are the hunters, we are the foxes, and we run. Baby, I know places we won’t be found and they’ll be chasing their tails tryna track us down.”

You Are In Love - “One night, he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, you’re my best friend. And you knew what it was, he is in love… And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars. And why I’ve spent my whole life tryna put it into words.” [So cute to imagine Aziraphale going about life on Earth being so confused as to how these humans could just kill and kill and kill, until he feels that passion for Crowley and it all clicks.”

[awesomewithoutme]

what's your favorite TS album, lyric, song?

Lover is definitely my forever favorite, with Midnights coming in at a close second. ME! Is definitely my favorite song, because I'm as much Sinner (Panic fan) as Swiftie. And for favorite lyrics, It's hard to choose so I chose a "few" highlights.

"And if you come around saying sorry to me, my Daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be!"

"So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light, I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight."

"I'm alone. On my own. And that's all I know. I'll be strong. I'll be wrong. Oh but life goes on. Oh, I'm just a girl, tryna find a place in this world."

"You never did give a damn thing honey, but I cried, cried, for you. And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you."

"It's strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything is gone."

"Our mamas smiled, and rolled their eyes, and said oh, my my my."

"Everytime you smile, I smile. And everytime you shine, I'll shine for you."

"When all you wanted, was to be wanted. Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."

"Romeo, save me. They're tryna tell me how to feel. this love is difficult, but it's real." And "I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around. My faith in you was fading, when I met you on the outskirts of town"

"All those other girls, well they're beautiful, but would they write a song for you?"

"She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts. She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers."

"Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me."

"I took a chance, I took a shot. And you might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not." And "I take a step back, and let you go. I told you I'm not bulletproof, now you know."

"It rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone."

"I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong."

"I watched from a distance as you made life your own. Every sky was your own kind of blue."

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter."

"I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind."

"My mother accused me of losing my mind, but I swore I was fine." And "the girl in the dress cried the whole way home."

"I walk with my head down, trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you."

"I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate."

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you."

Every lyric on "Better Than Revenge" because I worship that song.

"He will try to take away my pain, and he just might make me smile, but the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead."

"So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe. And I'll keep up with our old friends, just to ask them how you are."

"Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me, lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles." And "any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored."

"Maybe I've been going back too much lately, when time stood still, and I had you."

Every lyric on "Today Was A Fairytale" but especially, "fell in love when I saw you standing there." And "now it's getting so much clearer, nothing made sense till the time I saw your face." And "I can't put this down."

"I will follow you, follow you home."

"Flew me to places I've never been." And "and I realize, the joke is on me, hey!"

"Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place." And "so casually cruel in the name of being honest."

Every lyric in WANEGBT because that was my first T Swift song.

"Before you I only dated self indulgent takers, who took all of their problems out on me. But you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing."

"Cause darling, it was good. Never looking down. And right there where we stood, was holy ground."

"Good girls, hopeful they'll be, long they will wait."

"It was a few years later, I showed up here. And they still tell the legend of how you disappeared. You took the money and your dignity and got the hell out."

"So dust off your highest hopes"

"He said, "look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way."

"There you'll stand, ten feet tall. I will say, I knew it all along."

"Everybody here was someone else before."

Every lyric on "Blank Space" because before ME! came out, that was my favourite.

"So It Goes, he can't keep his wild eyes on the road."

Every lyric on "Out Of The Woods"

"Let me remind you, this was what you wanted, you ended it. you were all I wanted, but not like this."

"So if you're coming my way, just don't."

The entire bridge for "Wildest Dreams"

"That's how it works, that's how you got the girl."

"In silent screams, in wildest dreams."

"Rain came pouring down, when I was drowning that's when I could finally breathe. And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean."

"You two are dancing in a snow globe round and round."

"Cause baby I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me."

"I've been looking sad in all the nicest places."

"Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me. Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry, but if I'm a thief then he can join the heist and we'll move to an island."

The entire chorus for "I Did Something Bad"

"I get so high, oh!"

All of "Delicate"

"All I think about is karma." And the whole bridge.

"I'm so chill, but you make me jealous." And "come here, dressed in black now, so, so, so it goes! Scratches, down your back now, so, so, so it goes!

"If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single, that's honestly worse." And the bridge.

All of Getaway Car!

"King Of My Heart" bridge!

Every word of "New Year's Day" because it hurts to good to be real.

All of the album Lover. Every song, every lyric, every sound is magical and heavenly to me.

"Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool."

All of "Cardigan"

The LGAD bridge.

All of "Seven"

The end chorus of "August."

"They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential."

"Illicit Affairs" bridge.

"Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire. Chains around my demons."

All of "Hoax"

All of "Champagne Problems."

Every word of "Gold Rush" because. Because.

"So I'll go back to LA, and the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it."

"The stars in your eyes shine brighter in Tupelo."

"And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to f*ck this up."

All of "Long Story Short"

All of "Right Where You Left Me."

The extra lyrics in All Too Well (10 minute version.)

And all of Midnights, because I'm in my Midnights era now.

Sorry for the long reply, It was not supposed to get this long, but I'm glad it did. I like getting asks and I don't get nearly enough nice ones. Thank you. (You don't have to read all of this though. 🤭)

[at-secret-gardens-in-my-mind]

Holy Ground

ok so in the chorus of holy ground, Taylor says “but darling it was good, never looking down, and right there where we stood was holy ground.” She’s remembering the relationship and thinking about how she should have treasured it more at the time because it was holy ground yet she never looked down to see it.

[blankiejacket]

I always think of Paul and John when I listen to Taylor Swift sing this version of Holy Ground. John met Paul at the garden fete (which Liverpudlians pronounce as “fate”) of St. Peter’s Church in Woolton, Liverpool. They literally met on holy ground.

[aerithisms]

i have a very specific and niche need for a netflix adaptation of the seven husbands of evelyn hugo that leads to a gifset of evelyn/celia set to the lyrics of holy ground by taylor swift

[slwepingbeauty]

tag dump   ›   relationships tags 5 !!

[sadprosed]

𝑳𝒀𝑹𝑰𝑪  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬   RED  (TAYLOR’S VERSION)  ( 2021 )  by  taylor  swift.

pt.  ii,   lyrics  that  made  me  sob  on  the  floor  at  2  am,  taken  from  or  inspired  by  the  lyrical  masterpiece  that  is  red  (tv).

+   feel  free  to  change  pronouns  /  roles  !

STAY  STAY  STAY.

‘  i’m  pretty  sure  we  almost  broke  up  last  night.  ’

‘  i  was  expecting  some  dramatic  turn  away,  but  you  stayed.  ’

‘  you  should  never  leave  a  fight  unresolved.  ’

‘  i’ve  been  loving  you  for  quite  some  time.  ’

‘  you  think  that  it’s  funny  when  i’m  mad.  ’

‘  i  think  that  it’s  best  if  we  both  stay.  ’

‘  i  love  you  because  you  have  given  me  no  choice  but  to  stay.  ’

‘  you  took  the  time  to  memorize  me:  my  fears,  my  hopes,  my  dreams.  ’

‘  it’s  been  occurring  to  me  i’d  like  to  hang  out  with  you  my  whole  life.  ’

‘  no  one  else  is  going  to  love  me  when  i  get  mad.  ’

THE  LAST  TIME.

‘  you  find  yourself  at  my  door,  just  like  all  those  times  before.  ’

‘  all  roads  they  lead  me  here.  ’

‘  right  before  your  eyes,  i’m  breaking.  ’

‘  this  is  the  last  time  i’m  asking  you  this.  ’

‘  put  my  name  at  the  top  of  your  list.  ’

‘  you  break  my  heart  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  ’

‘  you  wear  your  best  apology,  but  i  was  there  to  watch  you  leave.  ’

HOLY  GROUND.

‘  i  was  reminiscing  just  the  other  day.  ’

‘  it  took  me  away,  back  to  a  first-glance  feeling.  ’

‘  i  guess  we  fell  apart  in  the  usual  way.  ’

‘  you  fit  in  my  poems  like  a  perfect  rhyme.  ’

‘  the  story’s  got  dust  on  every  page.  ’

‘  darling  it  was  good,  never  looking  down.  ’

‘  where  we  stood  was  holy  ground.  ’

‘  for  the  first  time  i  had  something  to  lose.  ’

‘  i  see  your  face  in  every  crowd.  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  dance,  if  i’m  not  dancing  with  you.  ’

SAD  BEAUTIFUL  TRAGIC.

‘  words,  how  little  they  mean  when  you’re  a  little  too  late.  ’

‘  good  girls,  hopeful  they’ll  be,  and  long  will  they  wait.  ’

‘  we  had  a  beautiful  magic  love  there.  ’

‘  in  dreams  i  meet  you  in  warm  conversation.  ’

‘  we  both  wake  in  lonely  beds  in  different  cities.  ’

‘  time  is  taking  its  sweet  time  erasing  you.  ’

‘  you’ve  got  your  demons,  and  darling  they  all  look  like  me.  ’

‘  what  a  sad,  beautiful  tragic  love  affair.  ’

THE  LUCKY  ONE.

‘  the  camera  flashes  make  it  look  like  a  dream.  ’

‘  you’ve  had  it  figured  out  since  you  were  in  school.  ’

‘  everybody  loves  pretty,  everybody  loves  cool.  ’

‘  your  name  goes  up  in  lights  like  diamonds  in  the  sky.  ’

‘  your  lover  in  the  foyer  doesn’t  even  know  you.  ’

‘  your�� secrets  end  up  splashed  on  the  news  front  page.  ’

‘  they  tell  you  that  you’re  lucky,  but  you’re  so  confused.  ’

‘  you  don’t  feel  pretty,  you  just  feel  used.  ’

‘  all  the  young  things  line  up  to  take  your  place.  ’

‘  you  wonder  if  you’ll  make  it  out  alive.  ’

‘  they  still  tell  the  legend  of  how  you  disappeared.  ’

‘  it  took  some  time,  but  i  understand  it  now.  ’

‘  i  think  you’ve  got  it  right.  ’

‘  let  me  tell  you  now,  you’re  the  lucky  one.  ’

EVERYTHING  HAS  CHANGED.

‘  all  i  knew  this  morning  when  i  woke  is  i  know  something  now  i  didn’t  before.  ’

‘  i  just  wanna  know  you  better.  ’

‘  your  eyes  looked  like  coming  home.  ’

‘  you’ll  be  mine  and  i’ll  be  yours.  ’

‘  everything  has  changed.  ’

‘  all  my  walls  stood  tall,  painted  blue,  but  i’ll  take  them  down  and  open  up  the  door  for  you.  ’

‘  all  i  know  in  my  stomach  is  butterflies:  the  beautiful  kind,  making  up  for  lost  time.  ’

‘  come  back  and  tell  me  why.  ’

‘  i’m  feeling  like  i’ve  missed  you  all  this  time.  ’

‘  let  me  know  that  it’s  not  all  in  my  mind.  ’

STARLIGHT.

‘  oh  my,  what  a  marvelous  tune.  ’

‘  it  was  the  best  night,  never  would  forget  how  we  moved.  ’

‘  the  whole  place  is  dressed  to  the  nines.  ’

‘  we  were  dancing  like  we’re  made  of  starlight.  ’

‘  we  were  seventeen  and  crazy,  running  wild.  ’

‘  i  can’t  remember  what  song  he  was  playing  as  he  walked  in.  ’

‘  look  at  you,  worrying  so  much  about  things  you  can’t  change.  ’

‘  you’ll  spend  your  whole  life  singing  the  blues  if  you  keep  thinking  that  way.  ’

‘  don’t  you  see  the  starlight  ?  ’

‘  don’t  you  dream  impossible  things  ?  ’

‘  we  could  get  married.  ’

‘  we  could  have  ten  kids,  and  teach  them  how  to  dream.  ’

BEGIN  AGAIN.

‘  you  throw  your  head  back  laughing  like  a  little  kid.  ’

‘  i  think  it’s  strange  that  you  think  i’m  funny,  cause  he  /  she  /  they  never  did.  ’

‘  i’ve  been  spending  the  last  few  months  thinking  all  love  ever  does  is  break,  and  burn,  and  end.  ’

‘  on  a  wednesday  in  a  cafe  i  watched  it  begin  again.  ’

‘  you  don’t  know  why  i’m  coming  off  a  little  shy,  but  i  do.  ’

‘  for  the  first  time,  what’s  past  is  past.  ’

THE  MOMENT  I  KNEW.

‘  you  should’ve  been  there.  ’

‘  it  would’ve  felt  like  a  million  little  stars  had  just  aligned.  ’

‘  i  would’ve  been  so  happy.  ’

‘  i’ve  got  my  eye  on  the  door  just  waiting  for  you  to  walk  in.  ’

‘  you  said  you’d  be  here.  ’

‘  it  was  like  slow  motion.  ’

‘  i  was  standing  there  in  my  party  dress,  in  red  lipstick  with  no  one  to  impress.  ’

‘  there  was  one  thing  missing.  ’

‘  that  was  the  moment  i  knew.  ’

‘  i  try  not  to  fall  apart  as  the  sinking  feeling  starts.  ’

‘  what  do  you  say  when  tears are  streaming  down  your  face  in  front  of  everyone  you  know  ?  ’

‘  what  do  you  do  when  the  one  who  means  the  most  to  you  is  the  one  who  didn’t  show  ?  ’

COME  BACK  ...  BE  HERE.

‘  i  told  myself  don’t  get  attached.  ’

‘  this  is  when  the  feeling  sinks  in.  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  miss  you  like  this.  ’

‘  come  back,  be  here.  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  need  you  this  way.  ’

‘  i  guess  you’re  in  london  today.  ’

‘  if  i  had  known  what  i  know  now,  i  never  would  have  played  so  nonchalant.  ’

‘  this  is  falling  in  love  in  the  cruelest  way.  ’

‘  i  am  falling  for  you  when  you  are  worlds  away.  ’

‘  i  break  down,  cause  it’s  not  fair  that  you’re  not  around.  ’

GIRL  AT  HOME.

‘  don’t  look  at  me.  ’

‘  you’ve  got  a  girl  at  home  and  everybody  knows  that.  ’

‘  i  feel  a  responsibility  to  do  what’s  upstanding  and  right.  ’

‘  you’ve  been  getting  closer  and  closer,  and  crossing  so  many  lines.  ’

‘  it’d  be  a  fine  proposition,  if  i  was  a  stupid  girl.  ’

‘  i  am  no  one’s  exception.  ’

‘  you’re  the  kind  of  man  who  makes  me  sad.  ’

‘  let’s  consider  this  lesson  learned.  ’

‘  i  might  go  with  it  if  i  hadn’t  once  been  just  like  her.  ’

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Can I get Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, and Awesamdude (separately) dealing with a giggly, happily drunk reader, who is very nice to everyone but immediately goes into “I love youuuu, let me stay with you foreverrrrrrrr” cuddly lovesick puppy mode and proceeds to latch onto them for the rest of the night.

I hope you enjoy this! ♥

In Game and Female Reader

Warnings: Implied underage drinking(?)

A/N: I wanted to do like ten different things with these that would have been tooo long and strayed too far off path and then when I did have something I hated it. So, long story short, I had trouble writing it. Sorry it took so long! I’ve also never watched Sam I’m only just getting to the livestreams he was in with Tommy, I hope his character is good.

        Wilbur

        It had been a celebration of the freedom of L’Manberg.

        Naturally, the men and their lady of the hour wanted to go all out and finally have fun after all the war and bloodshed. There were some things they wanted to forget as well, such as the betrayal of one of their own. For once, Wilbur didn’t join in with the drinking that had started, simply just wanting to rest till what felt like the end of time after everything.

        Luckily, he hadn’t as now as he chuckled at (Y/N) rambling on about how adorable sheep were as they sat on the ground.

        “I mean, we can make them different colors, and they just don’t give a fuck. And their little faces.” She put her hands close together. “I want a pet sheep Wilbur.”

        He laughed as he stood up. “I think it’s time we got you to bed love.”

        “What? No, the party is so much fun.” She motioned with a smile at the men away from them, doubled over in laughter.

        He took her hand, pulling her up carefully. “But I believe you’ve had too much to drink. Your face is red, so let’s get you home.”

        She was quiet before grabbing his hand again, smiling. “Ok.”

        “Good. Make sure you get some sleep tonight boys, we got work to do.”

        He got a few responses between their laughter, shaking his head before he led (Y/N) away through the cool night. Her house had resided outside the L’Manberg walls but Dream and his friends took care of that. So, instead, Wilbur led her to the van, deciding to let her stay there for the night.

        “Alright love. You’re going to stay here tonight?”

        “I like it when you say, love.” She giggled. “It makes me feel all fuzzy.”

        He blushed slightly as he chuckled. “I’m sure it’s just all the drinks you had. Now, you get comfortable and I’ll…”

        He let go of her hand, only to jump as she latched onto his arm.

        “No.” She whined. “Stay here.”

        “What are you doing (Y/N)?” He asked confused.

        “I don’t want you to go. I love you. And you’re so warm.” She huffed, putting her forehead against his arm as she held out a few of her words.

        Wilbur was red as he watched the woman beside him.

        “(Y/N), you shouldn’t say those things. Come on, let’s get your uniform off.” He told her gently as he took his arm back from her only for her to hug him around the middle instead, making him laugh in surprise. “(Y/N)!”

        “Don’t go.” She spoke muffled into his chest. “Stay forever.”

        He softened as he took her hat off, putting it down on a chest as he ran a hand through her hair. “I’m not going anywhere darling. I’m just trying to make you comfortable. So, can we please get your uniform off?”

        She pouted but let go, letting him help her take her jacket and accessories off. Plopping on the bed, she struggled but managed to get her shoes off as Wilbur laid down her uniform next to her hat.

        “Alright, you need to get some rest ok? I’m going to go sleep in the front.” He explained to her, going for the door but she took his sleeve.

        “Stay with me. You’re so warm and you give the best hugs and I love you.” She rambled.

        Wilbur went red again as he looked at the door. He didn’t want to just stay here with her while she was drunk, probably unable to remember any of this in the morning, but she was stubborn even drunk. There was a voice in the back of his head telling him she would most certainly just follow him. So, with a sigh, he sat on the bed next to her.

        “Alright, but you have to sleep.”

        She grinned as Wilbur leaned back against the headboard. Coming over, she hugged him as she put her head on her chest, half on him as she hummed.

        “Good night Mr. President.” She giggled as Wilbur put a hand on her back.

        “Good night darling.” He muttered, running his other hand through her hair.

        It took a few minutes but she fell asleep on him and he was red as he watched her. It did feel warm like this and felt so right and comfortable. Maybe in the morning, after he explained the situation that they were in, he’d finally tell her how he felt to celebrate their victory further. He wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

          Philza

        Phil had been with (Y/N) for a long time, dating what felt like even longer. They had been on many travels together and seen the same amount of shit in their lifetime. Naturally, that called for a drink or two.

        In the end, it was always Phil that could his liquor better than his girlfriend and he would usually just have a good laugh at her antics. She was very giggly and thought almost everything was hilarious and this time was no different.

        “And, and he just fell. And I felt so bad for laughing but I did.” She giggled as she leaned on the table, Phil giving an amused chuckle.

        She went to take another drink, but Phil took it from her. “I think that’s all for you tonight sweetheart.”

        “You’re so good for me Phil.” She hummed, resting her arm on the table before putting her head in her hand. “Always making sure I’m ok.”

        “Well, you help take care of me too.” He reminded her as he got up, starting to clean.

        “Yeah, but you’re so much better at it. You’re so good at fighting and stuff. You also look good fighting.”

        He laughed at that as he came back over to her. “Do I now?”

        “Mhm. And-And your hair is so soft and your eyes are really pretty.”

        “Yeah, I think it’s time for you to go to bed. Come on.” He helped her up.

        As he did, she latched onto him and he knew what phase she was in her drunkenness, the clingy phase.

        “You’re going to come with me, right?” She pouted up at him as she nuzzled into him.

        “Of course.” He chuckled, putting a hand on top of her head.

        “Good, because I love you. Just don’t tell Techno, he thinks it's gross.”

        He put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, nearly doubling over. “I won’t…God, I won’t. Holy shit.”

        “Phil, you’re supposed to say it back.” She whispered as he led her to their bedroom once he could breathe right.

        “I’m sorry sweetheart, I love you too.” He kissed her forehead, making the woman giggle in joy.

        “Philza Craft loves me.” She squealed as she hugged onto him tightly.

        “Yes, yes.” He nodded, chuckling quietly as he managed to unlatch her from him to get her into bed.

        He made sure she dressed comfortably before they started drinking, knowing that this is where it would lead. Before she could protest, he got in beside her and pulled her in, hugging her close as he let his wings unfurl and laid one on top of them. She grinned, nuzzling into his chest, acting as if they didn’t do this all the time.

        “You’re-You’re the best.” She muttered.

        “Thank you, now sleep, angel.”

        “You’re the only angel here. Good night.” She hummed.

        “Good night.”

        With that, the two were able to sleep easily into the night.

          Technoblade

        Just a couple glasses of wine, it will be fine, they said.

        Now Techno didn’t know how the hell to deal with his best friend.

        (Y/N) and a few of the others in Pogtopia had decided to have a few rounds of drinks, Techno deciding to opt-out of it as they made it into a party and he just wasn’t that into parties. Yet, now, here he stood as his best friend was giggling like an idiot at Wilbur’s stupid joke. He didn’t know how easy his friend got drunk but here was the proof.

        Techno was trying to think of a way to get her away from the group without her putting up a fight when Tommy came over to her.

        “Hey (Y/N), you know those diamonds you got the other day,” Tommy asked her, making Techno squint as he listened.

        “Oh yeah!” She nodded with a wide smile.

        “Want to know what would be cool? If I could have them.”

        There was no way…

        “Sure!”

        That’s it.

        “Tommy, are you really trying to scam your ally while she’s drunk?” Techno came over, arms crossed.

        Tommy paled as he quickly waved his hands. “No! No! Why would you think that! I’m just going…I hear Tubbo calling for me!”

        The younger boy scampered off as Techno looked at (Y/N), seeing her pout at him.

        “That was mean Techno.”

        “He was trying to steal from you (Y/N), you’ll understand in the morning.” Techno rolled his eyes.

        “Tommy wouldn’t do that. I’m going to apologize to him for you.” She huffed, but Techno grabbed her arm.

        “Nuh-uh.” He shook his head as he pulled her back in front of him. “You’re not going anywhere; you’re staying here with me so I can make sure you don’t do something you’ll regret in the morning.”

        Then the girl smiled, giggling again. “You always look out for me Techno.”

        He was sent through a loop by her sudden change in emotions but merely shook his head. “Because I have to. You’d be dead without me.”

        That wasn’t true. While his friend was one of the nicest people he met, you mess with her and she became a whole new person that could hold her own with ease.

        “E-Exactly.” She hummed, hugging onto his arm, making him stiffen. “You’re so great Techno.”

        “Yeah, I know.” He tried to brush the emotions he felt off as he decided to make use of her holding onto him to lead her away.

        “I hope you never leave Techno.”

        “I can’t ever leave you.” He muttered truthfully.

        “You’re really good at keeping secrets, right?” She asked as he brought her into her room in the cavern.

        “I’d say so, yeah.” He nodded.

        “I’m going to tell you a big secret. You can’t tell Technoblade.” She said and he opened his mouth to say he was in fact that same person but she spoke first. “I love Technoblade. He’s just so cool and nice and I love him.”

        Techno.exe has stopped working.

        Techno tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. It took a few tries but he finally got his mind working.

        “Heh?!” He looked at her in shock.

        “Shh, he can’t know Techno.” She giggled.

        “…I don’t what the hell I’m going to do with you.” He mumbled, taking off his mask to run a hand down his face.

        “You’re going to keep it a secret right?” She pouted at him.

        “Yeah, now you need to go to bed. Like, right now.” He decided, taking his arm from her and turning for the door only for two arms to wrap around him from behind.

        “No! You promised you wouldn’t leave.”

        “I’m not leaving you idiot; I’m going to my room and letting you sleep yours.”

        “Please don’t go Techno. I always sleep better when I know you’re close by.”

        He didn’t know what to do. What were you supposed to do when your best friend you liked told you while they were drunk that they liked you back thinking you weren’t the same person?! His mind was fried and he didn’t have any ideas of how to get her to relent, so instead, he did.

        Sighing, he took his arms off him so he could turn around. “Alright, come on. Get comfortable.”

        She grinned before going over to her bed. After only taking a jacket and her shoes off, she got comfortable and he gave a long sigh before sitting beside her. As soon as he did, she put her head in his lap, humming with that dorky smile.

        “Go to sleep. I’ll be here.” He promised as he ran a hand through her hair.

        “Thank you. Good night Techno.” She muttered.

        He didn’t say anything as she fell asleep. Yeah, he didn’t know what the hell he was going to deal with this in the morning, but he supposed he should just enjoy this moment.

        Awesamdude

        “Fuck!” (Y/N) shouted across the room where the Badlanders were spending the night.

        “Language!” Bad shouted at her.

        She giggled with Ant, Sam chuckling as he watched the two. It was just a simple party, nothing to celebrate just a moment between friends with a few drinks sent around. Sam had participated in some of the events but had stayed out of most of it, deciding instead to watch his friend as she had a generous number of drinks.

        “I’m sorry Bad! I didn’t mean it!” (Y/N) called to him.

        “You should do it again though.” Ant tried to convince her.

        “No, I don’t want to be mean to Bad.” She laughed, going to have another drink.

        “I think that’s enough for now.” Sam intervened, taking the drink carefully from her hand.

        “Aww.” She pouted. “Ok. Thank you, Sam.”

        He nodded as he put it down. “Good. You can still have fun, just nothing more to drink.”

        “Alright. I can do that Sam. Have some fun with us?”

        “Sure.” He agreed.

        He didn’t do much with the group, however, mostly just sticking by the young woman’s side, though he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He had already planned on keeping an eye on her as he did know how easily tricked, she was into doing what others wanted, such as shouting fuck across the room, as they had been friends for a while; but this time was different. Usually, it was a fight to get her to stay by his side but this time, she refuses to leave his side.

        The creeper-hybrid was genuinely surprised as she followed him where ever he went.

        “Normally you want to be with everyone else, what’s new today?” He raised an eyebrow.

        “I just want to stay with you forever!” She grinned as she took his hand. “That would be nice wouldn’t it?”

        He looked at her surprised as he nodded slowly. “Yeah, that would be. But, why do you want to?”

        “Because I love you silly.” She said as it was the simplest thing.

        “I uh…” His smile grew as he processed her words. “Really?”

        “Duh.”

        He didn’t mean it to go to his head as his friend was drunk but it did.

        “What about me do you, love?”

        “You’re super smart and you’re really good at fighting.” She started to list and he laughed.

        “Alright, alright. No need for all that. Maybe we should get you home. I think you had more drinks than I realized.” He scratched the back of his head.

        “Aw, ok.” She gave a pout before he led her away and to her home.

        He took out her hidden spare key she had told him about and unlocked the door as he went inside.

        “Ok, home safe and sound. You get some sleep alright? I’ll see you in…”

        “No.” She whined as she grabbed his arm. “You said it’d be nice to stay forever so please Sam. Stay.”

        “No, I think it’s smarter if I leave so you’re not confused in the morning.”

        “I don’t care. Please, Sam. Stay.” She pouted at him and he felt his heart race slightly before humming.

        “Yeah, ok. Just to make sure you’re alright.” He nodded. “I’ll stay in the living room.”

        “No, come with me. It’s cold and you’re warm.” She said, making him blush.

        “I uh…Hey, slow down.” Sam protested as she dragged him along by his hand. “(Y/N).”

        She pulled him into her room and sat on her bed, giving him a puppy dog eyed face. His heart melted as he tried to stay strong but sighed.

        “Ok, but if you kill me in the morning, I’m haunting your ass.”

        She grinned, throwing up her arms. “Yeah.”

        “Ok, ok, come on. Let’s get comfortable.”

        The two of them shed the unnecessary layers and laid in bed. (Y/N) cuddled into Sam’s side and he put his arm around her back, gently running a hand along her side. Before another word was breathed, (Y/N) was asleep and Sam chuckled lightly.

        “Good night, I hope you say the same thing tomorrow.” He muttered before sleeping himself for the night.

[imeternallylove]

Holy Ground - BBC Sherlock

Sherlock x Reader

genre: songfic, angst, fluff and (little)strong language

words: 997 words

character: mention to Mrs Hudson, John, Mycroft and Mary

summary: Sherlock's back from the falls

holy ground - taylor swift (x)

(gif not mine)

While having tea all alone, and God, it took me away.

Back to a first-glance feeling on London time

Back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme.

Mrs Hudson gives Y/N a cuppa, so smell, as always.

Sherlock's black armchair is empty, Y/N breathes express sadness out. "Y/N, you need to eat or drink. You look horrible!" The old landlady fixes Y/N's hair in an elaborate updo. "Your hair is done. Now. Before Mycroft's car appears, go put your cloth on, Y/N."

Took off faster than a green light 'Go.'

Yeah, you skipped the conversation when you already know

I left a note on the door with a joke we'd made.

And that was the first day.

Y/N could remember it all. 'Afghanistan or Iraq?' Sherlock asked John in Molly's labs. Four serial suicidies. The science of deduction. 'Welcome to London,' the trio of you ran to escape the police. Pink suitcase, a pink telephone, John's blog; Study in pink. John left his staff. Laughing in the hallway, the two pills, the shot(of John), giggling at a crime scene. That was the first day.

The great includes the odd story of the trio consulting detective. One is a high function sociopath who solves crimes as an alternative to getting high. The next one is addicted to dangerous situations and never back from the wars. The last one is a girlfriend of a sociopath high function sociopath who also solves crimes for fun. Even the landlady used to run a drug cartel. The game is always on at 211B baker street.

Then the tree of love follows, with John/Mrs Hudson/Molly/Greg as the cupid. Sherlock Holmes and Y/N Y/L/N, the King and Queen of Reichenbach, London.

And darling, it was good.

Never looking down.

And right there, where we stood, was holy ground.

The rest of the cases were great kidnapping? John and his girl have been taken away from Chinese immigrants! Dull compared to the bomb now strapped to Y/N's chest? In the school pool with the sniper? That's the day Sherlock propose to Y/N, after the horrific situation.

Oh. Please try The Woman; Unreadable and prefer to call dominatrix. CIA from America breaks her penthouse? How about some hallucinations? Y/N chuckled at that. Those fond memories. She looks down at her engagement ring, teardrop.

Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress

We had this big wides city all to ourselves.

We blocked the noise with the sound of 'I need you.'

And for the first time, I had something to lose.

The falls of Reichenbach. The final problem, St Bart's Hospital rooftop. Sherlock's blood on the pavement, his eyes fully open but no sign of escaping death. Y/N sees his face in every crowd. How did she cope before? This gaping hole is here. Sherlock left to save his beloved. The absence is too much to sore, traumatic and forever changed his people around.

And I guess we fell apart in the usual way.

And the story's got dust on every page.

But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now.

And I see your face in every crowd.

Black sunglasses, along with Y/N's eyes, hid the atop of red face flowing. She wore a black long buttoned coat over her and high heels colour as the same overall. Colourful bouquet set on her lap. Inside the car is Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, John and Y/N, sitting at a loss for words, just sobbing silently. The car driveways to drops at the peaceful Hampshire churchyard.

And darling, it was good.

Never looking down.

And right there, where we stood, was holy ground.

Y/N couldn't stand staying at the grave for too long. It was too much. Way too much for her. Sherlock wasn't there standing beside her as his promised; Snorted as an echo, reflection inside her mind. He's a liar, a cock that leave everything before her. 'I'll be there for you, always with you.' Ridiculous. He was lying beneath in it, at the holy ground.

"I'll leave these flowers here." Y/N touch Sherlock's cold grave. Tremblingly said. "You deserves it."

Tonight I'm gonna dance for all that we've been through.

But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you.

Tonight I'm gonna dance like you were in this room.

But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you.

Y/N didn't want to live. It wasn't possible to live without Sherlock. Not now. That's huge of guilt, unwillingly to accept that he's gone. It's hard to hold on when the reporter askes. They repetitiously push her to go into the broken place of her heart, a kind of surgery with no morphine. They're all invasive into her life.

"Y/N, I'm back."

Those were the words she heard Sherlock say when she walked through the door three years later.

Then she saw him, slap-up, hugging him, crying like a baby with cruse words. Sherlock let Y/N yell at him when she's in his tight embrace and her head placed on his neck.

"Let's go to John Watson."

"No! He's proposal his girlfriend tonight. Don't ruin it!"

"Yes."

"What?"

"Go to ruin it. We've to prepare John. How dare you let him keep growing that ages beard!"

"He's said Mary likes it!"

"Hmmm. No."

"She does!"

"She doesn't!"

The landlady's voice came from downstairs. "Stop it! You two!"

They both stop yelling, lock their eyes smilingly, in touch and, kisses in complacent, then giggle in each other embrace. Y/N presses her chin on his shoulder while Sherlock strokes her hair.

Went back to being two sides of a whole.

The dramatic partner of Baker St.: Sherlock Holmes and Y/N Y/L/N.

Tonight I'm gonna dance for all that we've been through.

But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you.

Tonight I'm gonna dance like you were in this room.

But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you.

[thewritingmagician2022]

Taylor Swift (Red) - Brothers and Dateables

Lucifer - I Almost Do

I bet you think I either moved on or hate you 'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply I bet it never ever occurred to you That I can't say "Hello" to you And risk another goodbye

This is like the perfect break up song for MC and Lucifer because it’s not really about bad blood so much as realizing that even though you want something, it might not be the right thing for you right now. MC is back in the human world and, as much as they desperately miss Lucifer, they can’t reach out to him or ask to visit because the idea of seeing him again, only to know it’ll culminate in another goodbye, is too hard. And Lucifer is just sitting in the Devildom, not having heard from MC in weeks, unlike his brothers, and wondering how he managed to misread the situation this badly. He thought he and MC had something but it appears that was all a lie. 

Mammon - The Very First Night

We never saw it coming Not trying to fall in love But we did like children running - I love you like it was the very first night

Oh Mammon, my lovely Mammon. He tried so hard to pretend he didn’t care about MC but it’s obvious to absolutely everyone that he would do anything in the world for his human as long as it might make them smile. He loves to drag MC along on his adventures and is always pushing them to take a leap of faith with him. While those leaps don’t always work for Mammon, he makes sure that MC always comes out ahead on the other side. It was impossible for them not to fall in love.

Levi - Everything Has Changed

Come back and tell me why I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time And meet me there tonight And let me know that it's not all in my mind

Levi is the kind of person you meet and immediately fall into friendship with like you’ve known him forever (if you’re someone he likes). I feel like Levi could tell from day one that there was something about MC and, once their friendship actually developed, he knew that they were everything he’s ever wanted. It’s really cute how easy their relationship is, platonic or romantic. It’s like finding…well, it’s like finding your true friend. 

Satan - Come Back, Be Here

This is falling in love in the cruelest way This is falling for you and you are worlds away

Another perfect break up song for when MC goes back to the human realm. If you play the romantic route and kiss Satan before you leave, he tells MC how cruel they are because it’s like letting him have just a taste of their love when they know it’s going to end soon. This song fully encompasses the feeling of falling in love when you know you’re on borrowed time and you’ll eventually have to say goodbye due to the distance. You try to fight it and act like it’s not a big deal only to realize right at the end that you’re losing someone you’ve grown to love and it’s just not fair. 

Asmo - Holy Ground

'Cause darling, it was good never looking down And right there where we stood was holy ground Tonight I'm gonna dance for all that we've been through But I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you

Red really is the break up album. It’s so funny but, while I know this is a break up song, it’s always sounded so upbeat to me and never made me sad. I feel like that’s exactly how it would go with Asmo when MC returns home. Yes, they’re going to miss each other like crazy, and they’re going to reminisce so fondly of each other but they’re going to keep living and enjoying life because that’s what the other person wants. Of course they want to be together but they have the best memories to look back at and they lived every day together as happily as possible. So, until they meet again, they’re going to dance alone and remember the good times. 

Beel - Stay Stay Stay

You took the time to memorize me My fears, my hopes and dreams I just like hanging out with you All the time

A lot of people make fun of this seemingly shallow song that somehow made it onto Red (which is kind of fair) but I adore it and it’s perfect for Beel’s himbo vibes. You’ve got a cranky MC throwing phones during a fight? Beel’s got his helmet. You want a boyfriend who opens doors and carries your stuff? He’s your guy. (Maybe not groceries though cause he will eat them on the way home) Beel’s not a man of many words but he shows his dedication in many ways and, honestly, he wants to hang out with you all the time. 

Belphie - State of Grace

Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right These are the hands of fate You're my Achilles heel

A love song that’s both a celebration and a surrender, which is what I feel like it would be with Belphie. Their relationship started out dark but a twist of fate (and timelines) brought them together and changed the entire course of their relationship. MC turns Belphie’s ruthlessness into something soft and kind; they’re his Achilles heel, and now they’ve created something beautiful between the two of them that can change everything. 

Diavolo - Message in a  Bottle

But now you're so far away and I'm down Feelin' like a face in the crowd I'm reachin' for you, terrified 'Cause you could be the one that I love I could be the one that you dream of

The tune of it is very reminiscent of Diavolo. It just gets totally stuck in your head and you want to shout-sing along to it whenever it comes on. It also sticks to the theme that MC knows there’s something between them and Diavolo but is there every going to be a chance where they can actually be together? Do they have a chance in Hell? All they can do is let Diavolo know that they’re there and ready when he is. 

Barbatos - Treacherous

Put your lips close to mine As long as they don't touch Out of focus, eye to eye 'Til the gravity's too much - And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand

Definitely Barbatos to MC. When the human exchange student showed up, the last thing he expected was to get attached to them. But they’re kind and smart and they notice him, even when they’re surrounded by the brothers and angels and prince and wizard. They draw him in effortlessly and he finds himself not just doing as they ask because it’s his job but because he wants to make them happy. Wants to prove that he can be the one to make them smile. He knows he should stop and push away their advances but, as long as he’s not actively pursuing them, he can’t be faulted…right?

Solomon - Begin Again

'Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wednesday in a café I watched it begin again

Solomon’s lived thousands of years so I think it’s safe to say that he’s fallen in love and had his heart broken many times over. After a while, it makes sense that he would put up walls and stop believing in love because it always ends the same way - heartbreak or death. What’s the point when you know it has to end? But MC is different. They see right through that mischievous, nonchalant façade to the real Solomon and it’s as terrifying as it is liberating, and just like that Solomon is falling in love after centuries of keeping himself isolated from other people. This time he thinks he might get his happy ending.

Simeon - Run

I could see this view a hundred times Pale blue sky reflected in your eyes So give me a reason and don't say no, no

Simeon, my love. I live for the angst and I think the angel and human trope is perfect for it. Simeon and MC get together in the Devildom where heaven can’t see. It’s forbidden and Simeon knows it’ll have to end but he can’t find it in himself to stay away from MC. MC eventually goes home and Simeon thinks it’ll be the last time they see each other until MC dies but he can’t stop thinking about his sweet human and she can’t stop thinking about her angel so they decide to do the only thing they can - run. 

[spideyspeaches]

The Prince and the Archer ↬ t.h

EDIT: LOOK AT THIS AMAZING MOODBOARD @mischiefmanaged011​ MADE!!!!!!

A/N: So @blissfulparker and I wrote a fic on this prompt I sent to her. She already posted hers AND GO READ IT IT’S AMAZING OKAY?! ANYWAYS-

WC: 2.3k (EXACT HOLY SHIT)

Pairing: Prince!Tom Holland x Archer!Reader

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Thomas had been nineteen years old when he first saw You.

He had been coming back from the stable with his mentor after a session of horse riding, exhaustion evident in the young Prince’s face. It had been a tough ride, his horse- Jakie- had not been very compliant that day, and Harry had been poking fun at him all day. He loved his brother, but he could be annoying sometimes (most of the time.)

Walking towards the castle, his eyes fell around the sports fields, his vision zeroing onto the Archery range. He had always found the sport interesting. How a single shot from an arrow and a bow could do so much as slice a fruit or pierce an organ, he would never understand. It never ceased to amaze him though.

“You look a little lost there mate.” Harry smirked, eyes following his brother's. He startled when Harry laughed, punching his biceps playfully. 

He didn’t understand what Harry was talking about, until he saw You standing in the field, hands stretched out and legs apart, a perfect stance for a fight. A bow was held tight in your hands, stretching the arrow. He hadn’t even noticed that he had been staring at you, your hair flowing with the wind, a serious expression with your lips pursed as if you were ready for combat, the half of your face glowing with the sun.

The snap of Harry ’s fingers got him back, a blush raising his cheeks at being caught.

"She's pretty isn't she? She's the cook's daughter." He said. 

“Mr. (L/N)?” He asked absentmindedly.

Tom saw as the arrow went sailing in a perfect trajectory, hitting the centre of the eye. He watched in a sort of trance as arrows after arrows hit the various targets, your hands not wavering once even.

 “Uh- you, you go ahead. Tell mother I’ll be back in a minute.” He stuttered. 

“Okay. Her name’s Y/N, by the way.” Harry  retreated, patting his back and giving him a smile that he knew all too well. 

He gestured at his mentor to make his way back to the Castle, walking towards the field where you were practicing. 

You noticed him coming towards him, immediately bowing your head as he approached you. 

"It's alright darling, you don't need to do that." He smiled at You as you nodded feverently. He smiled at you, cooing at the way you shied and hid your face from him. 

“You’re Y/N right?” He asked slowly as you fiddled with your bow, nodding but not looking up for a long time.

“That's me, your majesty, to what do I owe you the pleasure of you visiting the archery range?” You finally said, looking up and stopped fiddling. 

Your heart sped up when you looked at the young prince, hair slicked back in a short mullet, horse riding clothes donned on. 

You had seen him quite a few times while practicing, and even admired him from afar like any other girl your age, but never had the guts to speak. You didn’t know how you would talk to the royalty without the intrusive thoughts of what he would possibly think of a poor girl talking to him. You felt giddy now that he was actually here, talking to you. 

"Oh no no! The pleasure's all mine sweetheart. I, uh, you're good at it."He said, clearing his throat when you raised an eyebrow, “Could you show me? Uhm, how to work a bow and an arrow? I’m actually really bad at it.” He chuckled as you smiled, eyes lighting up when he mentioned the sport.

“Only if you teach me how to ride a horse.” You said back. You couldn't hold back the grin that appeared on your face, neither did he, when you agreed. 

You couldn’t help but do an internal victory dance when he smiled, his soft brown eyes shining in the sunny day sending your mind into a frenzy.

"I could do that. So do we meet here tomorrow? Same time?" He asked, too giddy to notice anything around him. His heart was beating like crazy, feeling a pang of excitement in his tummy as you nodded shyly. 

"Uh yes. That would be great, Mister Holland." You nodded, packing your bow and arrows. Shuffling your feet, you stared at him before he moved out of your way, chuckling when you saw his cheeks flame in a blush. 

"Just Tom is fine!" He said, waving at you with a goofy expression on his young face. He chuckled, shaking his head as he felt an unearthed excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

The feeling felt foreign to the young prince. He had been offered services with other princess' before, danced with them in balls and even had fancy dinners with them, but the thought of spending time with you in the fields felt different, yet the excitement felt the same.

Skipping over to the main halls with a smile on his face that rivaled the brightness of the sun, Tom sighed. His heart was still fluttering from your previous encounter, stomach churning with an unknown feeling. 

It was a few days later, during dinner, that the others started noticing his absences and random visits to the royal grounds with his horse (or how he suddenly was interested in learning archery of all sports).

"What's got you so excited?" His mum smiled, snapping him from his stupor as he looked up from his plate. The steak from his fork nearly fell, the laughter of his brothers making him blush. 

"Is it the girl?" Harry smirked, eating his dinner innocently as he could.

"What girl?" Sam piped in. Everyone's eyes were on him now. Shuffling in his seat, he smiled, remembering your smile when he offered to learn archery from you in exchange of teaching you to horse ride.

"The girl in the archery fields. She's really beautiful. And her aim is impeccable. She's perfect, mum! I've never met a lady like her before." Tom said, looking at his mom with large eyes, anticipation making him sweat. He saw his mother nod, giving him a small smile. 

"An archer you say? Is she by any chance, our cook's daughter?" She asked, resting her fork on her plate. 

"I- I don't know, maybe? How does it matter though?" 

"Tom, you know the rules. There are so many other princesses waiting for you in a like, you can't go for a normal low-life girl." She said, eyes betraying the sadness missing in her stern expression. 

"Just because she's not as wealthy as us doesn't make her a bad person mum!" 

"Tom honey, it's not about that, you have to understand we have certain rules and regulations to follow. For all you know she's a gold digger!" 

Tom was used to the burden of being royalty, and he often felt guilty for feeling burdened with having all the wealth of London, when there were so many poor kids in the streets begging for food and a shelter. 

Sometimes he felt like he would break under all the pressure and rules. 

"How can you say that? You don't even know her! You know what? I don't care. I- You have to understand mum. She's different! She's not like those other snobby princesses who only want to marry me for my name! She's so much more better than those fucking pompous brats okay?-"

"Mind your language Thomas!" 

"You can't stop me!" He said, pushing away his chair angrily before storming away, walking towards the ballroom and ignoring the servants running behind him with apologies. 

Stomping his way to the ballroom, he opened the huge doors, slamming them as fast as he could with his strength. Locking them from the inside, he switched on the lights, sliding down the doors. 

Holding his head, his shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears falling free as he felt himself break. He felt weak, for having such variations of emotions over some girl he saw not long ago. 

Sniffing, he stood up, fixing himself as much as he could in his state, before looking at the small door behind one of the curtains. It was only noticeable if you were looking for it. He smiled, walking towards it. Touching the small latch, he opened the door, sneaking into a garden, the garden only he and his father knew about. 

Pushing aside the shrubbery growing around it, he finally found the rusted gates, slowly removing the rusty chains with his hands.

He smiled fondly, remembering the day his dad had brought him here. He had been sad that day for whatever reasons he didn't remember, sitting on the small swing set as his father pushed him higher and higher until his tummy hurt because of giggling so much. 

Sitting on the swing that was slightly too small for him, he idly pushed his feet back and forth, lost in his thoughts. 

"It's beautiful here isn't it? I didn't think anyone would know about this place, much less the Prince of England." 

His eyes widened, jaw dropping when he heard your voice.

"How do you know about this place?" He asked. 

"My grandfather built this place before you and I were even born. My father told me about this. Now, answer my question." You shrugged, picking the leaves of the bush you were leaning against. 

"That's nice. My father used to bring me here when I was a child. He doesn't do that anymore. I just, I wish he would spend more time with me." He said, biting his lips. 

“You come here often then?” You asked.

“Yes, whenever I feel like being left alone. I come here.” He bit his lip, nervous of the sudden silence.

"I'm sorry." You said, cutting off his wandering thoughts.

"What are you sorry for?" 

"Good childhood memories are sometimes more painful than the bad ones. At least you can deflect the bad ones, but the good ones are just a reminder of what you had and what you can't now." You said. 

"That's not entirely true, good memories can still be made you know? With the person you love." He said, getting up from the swing set. 

Walking towards You, he held his hand up, pushing a strand of your hair from your face as you ducked, shying away from his touch. 

Your breath hitched, your hands clenched behind you as he came closer. You were standing head to head now. You could feel his breath on You, your lips nearly touching. 

In the moment of courage, you leapt forward, capturing his lips in yours. 

You loved fairy tales, small stories that described kisses as magical that made sparks fly. You always thought they were exaggerations, but at this moment, when you were kissing the most beautiful boy, the Prince of England and the boy you had been crushing on since forever, you felt like you were a part of those fantasies. 

The kiss was indeed magical, albeit a little wet. You giggled when you broke apart, short of breath as you laid your hands on his chest, feeling the expensive fabric under your palm. 

"What will the others think?" You whispered. Your hair flew in whisps, the air around you whispering it's reassurance as you stood in front of him. 

"Let them think what they want to, darling. I've been the prey before, I'm ready to do it again." He smirked, pulling you by your waist for another kiss. 

"You're cheesy." You chuckled. 

"Yes, I'm melted cheese for you." 

"That was a terrible joke Holland." 

***

"Okay so you need to hold your stance, stiff but not too stiff. You will feel pressure in your shoulders the first day-" 

"- darling can't we just make out please?" 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as if his yapping was giving you a headache. 

You had gotten comfortable around him since your first encounter, and you felt special, seeing the goofy and happy side of the Prince. Didn't mean he didn't manage to make your heart stutter with his devilishly handsome grin (that made you want to pinch his cheeks and suck his dick).

"Thomas no." 

"Thomas yes! I don't know how you manage to do this, this bow is so heavy!" He whined, keeping down the bow and folding his hands on his chest. He looked adorable with his pout.

Smiling, you shook your head, heaving a sigh, "the bow isn't heavy, Tom. Here, how about this, I'll hold your elbow while you aim alright?" You offer.

"That would be great, princess." You blushed at the nickname, not quite used to being called that. 

"Alright drama queen, don't need to butter me." You muttered, moving closer so your chest touched his back, one hand on his elbow and the other on the string of the bow. 

He could feel your breath on his neck, shuddering as you leaned in, your hair tickling him, your rough but nimble hands featherlight on his skin.

"Now aim." You said, moving your hair from your face. 

He stuttered a response, holding himself straighter. You pushed his elbow up, right as he unleashed it, the arrow hitting the bullseye with a thud. 

"We did it! Oh god Y/N did you see that? We did it ! It hit the centre!" He laughed, turning around, the bow laying on the ground as he lifted you up.

You shrieked as he spun you in circles, laughter bubbling in your chest as you rested your head against his. 

"We did, your majesty." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. 

You weren't afraid of being caught, you were way past that point. And you felt that you could live like that, if it meant living with the loveliest Prince of England.

[aroace-cat-lady]

Shadowhunters ships as Taylor Swift songs: Wessa

Stay, stay, stay

You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes and dreams

I just like hanging out with you all the time

All those times that you didn't leave it's been occurring to me

I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life

Holy ground

And I guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the story’s got dust on every page

But sometimes I wonder, how you think about it now, and I see your face in every crowd

'Cause, darling, it was good, never looking down

And right there where we stood was holy ground

Last kiss

And I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes

All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss, never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

The very first night

I wish I could fly, I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time

I'd write this in the sky, I miss you like it was the very first night

[ruby-xanthia]

Negan’s Ping Pong Kitten

Negan x (Female) Reader

WARNING!: This is a dark fic that includes Smut, Non-Con, DDLG, Abuse, etc. Do NOT Read if you’re easily triggered by those topics.

This fic is a scenario where you are captured by two Saviors and brought to The Sanctuary. Negan was playing Ping Pong when his men brought you to him, and he offers you a chance to win your freedom if you beat him in a match. But if you lose, you have to give him an.. awfully special favor in return...

“Let go of me, you asshole!” You shouted as one of the men dragged you out of the van. The daylight burned into your eyes as you were dragged before this huge, unseen building.

The other man slammed the car door shut, walking out towards you.

“You best be quiet hun, trust me right now is not the time you want to throw a fit.” He warned.

You gave him a dirty look, continuing to kick and struggle your way out as you entered the building.

This place was huge and empty, for the most part.

Checking your surroundings, you noticed in the distance what appeared to be three men who were.. playing ping pong? Not being given enough time to think, you were then dragged towards them.

“And that, my friends, is how you properly fuckin’ win!” You heard as two men walked away from the table.

The men threw you onto the ground behind the man who appeared to have just won the match. He must have heard you fall, because he turned around to face you.

The man wore a black leather jacket with this red scarf wrapped around his neck. His right hand was covered with a leather glove, and he wore large black combat boots.

“Now what do we have here?” He stared down at you. You twitched your arms, your head lifting up to face him.

“She was out scavenging, possibly for another group.” One of the men answered.

“Well then what seemed to be the problem with that, David?” He asked. “She was on our turf, sir.” David replied.

As they spoke, the man kept observing you.

“Alright, let her go; I’ll take care of her.” David nodded, releasing their grip off of you. They were about to walk away, but the man stopped them.

“Hold on, where do you two dimwits think you’re heading off to?” They paused. “W-We’re sorry, s-s-sir.” They both apologized, kneeling down to him.

“As you were.” They then stood up and made their way out.

The man then crouched down to look you straight in the eyes. “Hey doll, you got a name?”

You stared with absolute anger, refusing to say a word.

“No response?” He asked, holding his hand to his ear.

“Well, the name’s Negan.”

“Now you can sit and mope on the fuckin’ floor here, or you can win your freedom in a match of ping pong.”

Your eyebrow raised at him.

“And if I lose?” You asked suspiciously, as you stood up to face him. He was a lot taller than you expected.

“Then you’re stuck here, but obviously with a consequence..” He smirked.

“What might that be..?” You asked, your suspicion growing.

“Well..” He leaned in ever so close to you, “You’ll have to find out...” His eyes shifted downwards, hinting at something.. not ideal or flattering in the slightest.

You instantly spit in his face, shocked and full of rage by his offer. 

Negan started to chuckle as he wiped his face off with his glove. His facial expression suddenly changed.

“Well, I guess fuck ping pong then!!” He laughed as he grabbed you roughly by the shirt, dragging you up many flights of stairs. You struggled and pushed for freedom of his grasp.

The door opened with a loud slam as he threw you on the ground. You both appeared to be in a bedroom, you assumed it was his.

Without thinking, you stood up ready to fucking strangle him, only instantly stopping in your tracks to the sight of Negan holding a baseball bat. “This is Lucille, isn’t she fuckin’ awesome?” He laughed as he stroked her barbed-wire softly with his fingers.

He held Lucille up to your leg, her barbed-wire poking your inner thigh,

“Shirt off, now.” He ordered.

“Let me go!” You shouted back.

You only received a cheeky grin in return.

“You already missed your chance with that one, sweetheart.”

You wept, giving in and slowly removing your shirt. This was too revealing for you.

Negan began to inch closer to you. You kept your guard, backing away from him each step. Eventually, your back was pressed against the wall.

His eyes stared into yours for what seemed like an eternity.

Placing Lucille softly on the table next to you both, he turned back to you. His hand was gripped onto your throat; with that same damn grin on his face, he traced his tongue across his teeth.

“What are you gonna do to me..?” You asked him with a shaky voice, his hand reaching for his belt.

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you heard it begin to unbuckle.

No this cannot be happening right now, there’s no fucking way.. this has to be a dream, so wake the fuck up Y/N!! Wake up!!!

You snapped back into reality as shirtless Negan grasped you by the waist, pulling your body against his. The mountain in his boxer-briefs hugged onto your crotch. You could strongly smell his cologne mixed with cigarettes and liquor.

“Please stop..” You whimpered, hating how warm you felt in his arms.

“Not happenin’ babe.” His fingers eagerly traveled down, tracing the inside of your waistband. The feeling of his hands so close to your crotch made you shiver.

Negan pushed you roughly onto the bed. Your first instinct was to cover your face in shame as he pulled your pants off. Your face turned completely red as the goosebumps began to form on your skin. Your body was revealed; all for his hungry eyes to see.

“Well, would you look at that! You look absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous like this, y’know that sugar?”

All you could manage to do was sob into your hands.

“You don’t gotta cry sweetheart, the fun has just begun!” He laughed.

Negan took his leather jacket off, placing it around a chair. He then gently made his way on top of you; your faces just inches away from each other.

“Come to think of it, I haven't gotten your name doll..” He explained softly, stroking your chin in a gentle manner.

You hated the fact that him being more gentle calmed you..

“I at least want to know who this fine and lovely lady is that I'm fuckin’ on this fine and lovely day.” Negan told you as he continued to stroke on your neck.

“If I tell you will you l-let me go..?” He shook his head. You should have known.

You let out a shaky sigh.

“My name is.. Y/N...”

Negan smirked at you. “Y/N? Well that’s fucking fitting.” He adjusted himself. “Well then, Y/N baby, what’s my name..?”

“Your name is Negan; I already knew that.” You scoffed. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly.

“Nope. Not to you cupcake. What is my name..?”

“What the fuck else would be your name?!” You snapped.

Negan turned his head, and everything switched. Immediate regret sank in.

“I..I mean... I-I’m sorry.. I“ He cut you off, shoving two of his fingers down your throat to shut you the fuck up.

Beginning to choke up, the tears falling heavier down your cheeks.

“You best shut the fuck up, doll. You’re only making this worse for yourself..”

“There is always more.” He growled in your ear.

It was then you felt his twitchy hand wandering up your waist.

The way his hot breath touched your skin, the way you hated feeling this vulnerable. You knew what was coming next; all you wanted was for him to just get it over with already.

Negan lips crashed on yours. He kissed you in a rough, messy manner. All you could taste in that moment was him.

His hand traveled up to your chest, as he slid his fingers under your bra. You felt warm but absolutely torn as he fondled you, treating you so provocatively.

“Why are you so god damn tense, sweetheart? Could you just fuckin’ relax a little? Daddy’s not gonna hurt you unless you give him a reason to.” Negan chuckled.

Why is this happening to me...? What did I do wrong..?

All of a sudden, it didn’t seem to matter much anymore.

Negan’s hand was in your underwear.

It began to feel too hard to breathe.

“Holy fuckin’ shit, It’s like a jacuzzi down here! Daddy loves how much of an eager little girl you are for him..”

“N-Negan-..” You tried to speak, but of course, he cut you off.

“Relax darling.. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so fucking good. By the time he’s done with you, you won’t be able to run away from him anymore.”

“Hell, you won't even want to!” Negan laughed.

“J-Just get it over with..” You cried to him.

“Oh, baby! I’m gonna take my sweet fuckin’ time with you!”

His two fingers shoved inside of you, your body reacting with a long harsh twitch.

Negan let out the biggest laugh. “I fuckin’ knew it! When I saw you I thought ‘well shit.. here’s a lady who ain’t gettin’ much’.”

“or.. maybe just not as rough as she wants it...?” He chuckled as he began to move his fingers deep, forcefully rubbing your walls with every push.

Breathing growing heavier, you bit your tongue in panic. The moans began to escape you uncontrollably.

"You better keep that shit up. Daddy wants to hear it all.”

You felt as if you were just lit on fire. Absolutely unbearable. Every inch of you felt shameful. You began to sweat uncontrollably.

“O-oh god N-Negan.. no... please stop...”

“Oh god Negan yes, please keep going!”

Your eyelids closed as you lifted your arms above you, in hope of being able to cover your face from this horrible scene; only to have Negan’s grip forcing your wrists above you.

“Nope, that’s not allowed. Daddy wants to see the look on your fuckin’ face when you make a big, dirty mess on him.”

“Open your eyes and fuckin’ look at me, doll.”

Your eyelids opened. Slightly shivering in terror, the sensation of his touch was growing to be too much for you to handle. Knowing soon, your body would betray your heart. Negan knew this; he could just sense it.

“Now.. you’re gonna cum for Daddy right...?” He asked, his voice eager.

You truly didn’t want to answer him. Everything was just too much for you. You could barely even think straight.

WHAM! Negan smacked you right in the face, forcefully grabbing you by the jaw.

“You speak when you’re spoken to!” He roughly demanded.

The pain began to settle in your cheek, as you tried to gather up an answer. 

Your head nodded, but by Negan’s facial expression you could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“..m..mhm...” You managed to moan to him in desperation.

His eyes lit up at the sight of how dirty he truly made you feel.

You felt weak for giving in; for letting him control you like this. As if he owned you or had the authority to speak to you that way. But, of course, with the world being shit you had no choice. There’s nobody to save you, nobody in charge except for him.

Negan; and only Negan.

At that moment your climax had reached. You tensed up in Negan’s arms, as he continued to laugh at you.

“For someone who truly doesn’t want it, this very much shows fuckin’ otherwise.” He let out a slight chuckle.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, shoving them in your mouth.

“..Oh yeah you like the fuckin’ taste of yourself, baby?” He moaned in your ear. The sudden urge to gag came rushing over you.

No words came out. Negan had just stolen you with his very two fingers. You were in terror for what came next, all you could think about is how much you wanted out.

What scared you more is the fact that you somehow enjoyed being sexually tortured by this man.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, forcing you to sit up on the bed. Your legs felt numb.

“Hey sweetheart, Daddy’s gonna need you to take off every-single-fuckin’-thing keeping him from seeing those pretty little tits and that pretty little cunt.” He demanded.

You obeyed. Crying almost endlessly as you prepared yourself, revealing your body to him.

He stared at you, unable to look away.

“Oh, baby, you seriously look irresistible!”

“I’m gonna need you to give me a little bit of a twirl, doll.”

You twirled for him.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous. Come here you.” He growled with excitement.

His hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back onto the bed.

He then placed your hand on his crotch.

“Rub it.” He commanded. Rubbing him the way he wanted, you could feel how rock solid he was.

You felt strange comfort from his fingers rubbing the tears off your face. Your heart was beating out of your chest, unable to recognize your true feelings.

Suddenly Negan grabbed you off the bed with him.

“On your knees, babygirl.” He ordered.

Legs shaking uncontrollably, you obeyed.

“Take them off.” He pointed to his boxers.

All you could feel at this point was defeat; but even then you still tried to sway him.

“I-It’s okay Negan I understand.. I-“ Negan immediately cut you off, pulling you roughly by the back of your neck to face him.

“If you understood you would be listening to me darling... Do you really wanna piss me the fuck off..?” He growled, menacingly.

“Take. Them. Off.” He demanded, pushing you back onto the ground.

You did not in the slightest want to see what was in front of you. Your fingers wrapped around the waistband of his boxers as you slowly pulled them down.

You immediately covered your face, in little hope of avoiding what was about to happen.

Negan caressed your cheek, forcing you to face him anyway.

“Daddy feels a fuckin’ tooth scrape him and you’re fuckin’ dead, doll.” He threatened, yet in such a soft tone of voice.

Truth was, a big part of you would rather be dead than have to suffer from this.

He grabbed you by the back of the head, shoving his man shaft deeply inside of your mouth with a grunt.

You began to slightly suffocate as he continued to push your face closer to his pelvic bone.

“Y/N; darlin’.. I think I almost came right there...” Negan groaned, but let out a slight laugh.

He began to thrust, suffocating you with every push inwards. His shaft slid deeper and deeper inside your throat with every thrust, moving faster than the last.

“Just want to make sure, are you asking me to stop?”

You couldn’t reply because his massive dick was down your fucking throat, of course you wanted him to stop.

At least you thought you did, but even then you couldn’t protest.

“No? Alright sugar.” Negan grunted, thrusting even faster.

All you could feel was his cock twitching in the roof of your mouth.

“Just to let you know, Daddy’s about to come. So when he does, you better swallow all of his milk. Not one drop is to be on this very floor; do you fuckin’ hear me sweetie?”

You tried to nod.

“That’s a good girl..”

And with one grunt and a painful push, Negan’s semen filled your mouth. The tears wouldn’t stop. You tried to swallow all of him, but there was just too much.

As Negan pulled out with his stuff leaking down your bottom lip, eventually dripping down your chin. He stared down at you, and that’s when you knew this was it.

He kneeled down to face you on your knees, using his finger to scoop up his leftover junk on the floor. You both stared at it on his finger for a few seconds, until he shoved it down your throat aggressively.

“I told you Y/N..”

Your eyes met his, your gaze sorrowful with pure regret.

“I fuckin’ told you.”

“You know what's gotta happen now, doll.” He sighed.

No god please no.

Negan lifted you up off the ground, with a slam onto the bed. He quickly climbed over you, making absolutely sure to assert his dominance over you more than he had previously in that very moment.

His belt was in his other hand. He grasped your wrists, wrapping them tightly and trapping them above the headboard.

You were stuck as his fingers began to rub your clit in a rough fashion. He gripped onto your waist firmly.

There was no going back now.

“Tell Daddy how much you want his cock; how much you want him.” He groaned in your ear.

You slightly moaned in response, not being able to answer him.

His hand pinched on your thigh, his fingernails piercing your skin. You yelped in pain.

“How fucking much baby..” His teeth gritted.

“S-so.. m-much… I-I…. I want you..” You cried to him.

He chuckled at your misery as he stole you right then and there, filling you to the brim as he entered inside of you with one hard thrust.

You moaned in agony as you felt every inch of him become one with you. It was then you had given in. This was Negan claiming you.

Negan owned you; from then on and for the rest of your days in this sorrowful world.

“You repeat after me; you are mine.”

“..I-I am y-yours..”

“You belong to me.”

“…I b-belong to you..”

“You obey me.”

“..I o-obey you…”

Weakness overcame you as Negan took enjoyment in completely and utterly gutting your insides with his massive cock, over and over again.

The feeling was quite painful but absolutely euphoric at the same time.

This man hurt you, but you wanted him to do it. You didn’t want him to stop. Have you gone mad?

His hands gripped you tight, his nails indenting your bare skin.

“..N-N-Negan…”

BAM! A hard slap right to your ass.

“What the fuck is my name, Y/N?”

“D-Daddy!..” You cried.

Negan gave you the biggest smirk you’ve seen from him yet.

“That’s fucking right, princess! You’re such a dirty little girl..” He groaned as he pushed himself on you even move, moving faster and faster.

You gripped the sheets tightly, trying not to fall apart as he continued to impale you. Every thrust turned you into a fucking mess.

“Oh yeah.. You fuckin’ like that, sugar..?” He asked, his hand aggressively grasping your throat as he continued to move faster than ever.

You could feel your orgasm reaching near, as he continued to thrust aggressively.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for Daddy right fuckin’ now.” Negan growled.

You moaned in response.

With one hard and forceful thrust, you let out.

Screaming as Negan’s cock pulsed inside you, filling your womb to the absolute brim with his seed.

Everything began to burn. Negan had absolutely torn you to shreds with all the strength he had.

He slowly pulled himself out of you and placed himself onto you possessively.

The tears began to fall down, but you let a smile.

“Well doll,” Negan stared down at you, laying there still on the bed as he began to dress himself.

“Looks to me like you are gonna make one hell of a wife.” He chuckled.

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This is my first ever posted fanfic so please let me know how I did, I would love your criticism! <3

I hope all you JDM/Negan sluts enjoyed this one.. ;)