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i-can-get-extra-with-my-ships · 5 years

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Only Us

Ok, so more writing for the not bread shrine. (That’s the one-shot tag. The Not Bread Shrine.) The prompt for this one came from anon. I told them that I was writing both, and I am. It’s just that my Prinxietea fiend came out and wanted to write this one first. Also, to that anon, I switched it to songs from various musicals because yeah? (And I’ve only listened to musical theater songs for the past like 3 months. (When I have the choice and my taste in pop music is like earlier 2000s because that was good music that I remember from when I was like 3.) My life aside, serious talk time.

Songs Used: Meant To Be Yours (Heathers) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hD7x_7tUFNI

Only Us (Dear Evan Hansen) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPvO1sZkOx0

(Crap tons of others are mentioned. The words of these two songs are used though)

Parings: Prinxietea (Prinxiety)

Tw: Cursing and the murderous kind of fluff

Word Count: 1985

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“Hey Ro, how much longer till we get there?” Virgil asked not looking up from his phone.

They’d only been in the car for 2 of the 16 hours it takes to get from Florida to New York. 2 hours. This is going to be a long drive. Roman thought before answering his boyfriend’s question.

“14 more hours, love.”

Virgil set his phone down. “UGH!! THAT LONG!!!”

Roman laughed a little bit. “May I remind you that we’re driving from Florida to New York?”

“Well, whoever decided to drive is an idiot.”

Roman laughed again. “You decided to drive stormcloud.” Roman would’ve loved to see Virgil’s expression at that, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the road or Virgil would freak out.

Virgil tried to move on from the fact that he’d just called himself an idiot. “Well, if we’re stuck in this car for another 14 hours can we put on something other than this crap?” He gestured to the radio. Virgil was never one for pop music. Roman would much rather listen to musical theater soundtracks, and that’s what he put on.

It was a long playlist that Roman had put on shuffle. The first song that came up was Meant To Be Yours.

Virgil’s face lit up. Heathers had always been his favorite musical. Virgil didn’t sing, Roman, however, being the extra bitch he was started singing at the top of his lungs. “You chucked me out like I was trash for that you should be dead. But! But! But! Then it hit me like a flash what if high school went away instead!” Virgil stared in awe at his boyfriend. Questioning how he was such a good singer.

Then came a mix of theater songs. However, the order that the shuffle put the songs in was so random. Virgil, being the conspiracy theorist that he was, kept trying to figure out “WHAT THE HELL IT WANTS FROM US!!” Every time another song would start playing Virgil would add on to the story that he’d come up with.

Roman was amused with every addition that each new song brought. After three hous the story went as follows:

(Cautionary Tale (Mean Girls) and Kindergarten Boyfriend (Heathers)) Be careful with love.

(You Will Be Found (DEH)) Even if you're not careful with love, and you get hurt, someone will see you and you'll be found.

(Be More Chill (Part 1.) (BMC)) Once found, be careful what you do and what friends you choose.

(Fight For Me (Heathers)) Also, you will meet someone who's beating the shit out of the people you hate.

(The Pants Song (BMC)) Also, in that moment please be wearing pants.

(Revenge Party (Mean Girls)) You then will invoke revenge on the people that were getting the shit beat out of them.

(I Love Play Rehearsal (BMC)) You will find this person to be incredibly adorable.

(Our Love Is God (Heathers)) You’ll then fall in love with this person and go commit murder with them.

(All You Wanna Do (Six)) This person will be sexually attracted to you.

(World Burn (Mean Girls)) This person wants to watch the world burn.

(Two-Player Game (BMC)) This person will become one of your best friends.

(The Squip Enters (BMC)) You will meet another person who will be similar to the Squip.

(Someone Gets Hurt (Mean Girls)) The Squip person will hurt you.

(Heart Of Stone (Six)) The other person will break your heart.

(Someone Gets Hurt (Reprise) (Mean Girls)) You will tell these two people off.

(Lifeboat (Heathers)) Then you will fall into a deep depression.

(Be More Chill (Part 2) (BMC)) Your self-deprecation will get bad and the voices in your head will be very persuasive.

(Sexy (Mean Girls)) Karen Smith will bring you joy during this dark time.

(So Big/So Small (DEH)) You will start to lose more people close to you.

(I’d Rather Be Me (Mean Girls)) But then you will realize you’d rather be yourself then be with those people.

(To Break In A Glove (DEH)) You will learn that the hard and right way is the way that you should use.

(Do You Wanna Hang? (BMC)) You will be put in an uncomfortable situation and not be able to do anything.

(Ex-Wives (Six)) You will get a chance to start again and rewrite your history.

(Fearless (Mean Girls)) You will become fearless. You will no longer fear death.

(Requiem (DEH)) One of the first 2 people mentioned will die. You will refuse to grieve.

(Me Inside Of Me (Heathers)) You will have killed them. You then need to cover up your mistakes.

(Stop (Mean Girls)) Your conscious will tell you to stop doing murders.

(The Squip Song (BMC)) You will be offered a Squip and be in denial because it’s BMC IRL. (Or you know, just like drugs.)

(Freeze Your Brain (Heathers)) You refuse the drugs and/or Squip and obtain a Slurpee addiction to combat your depression.

(Don’t Lose Ur Head (Six)) You will begin to be “Sorry not sorry for what I said”.

(Apex Predator (Mean Girls)) You will judge the most popular girl in school.

(Voices In My Head (BMC)) You will begin to accept the voices in your head and know that they are normal.

(Where Do You Belong (Mean Girls)) You will find a new home where you are accepted.

(No Way (Six)) You will refuse to be accepted by these people.

(Sincerely Me (DEH)) You will write emails to yourself and an imaginary pen pal.

(Get Down (Six)) You will be the “Queen” of your “Castle”

(What’s Wrong With Me (Reprise) (Mean Girls)) You will question what’s wrong with you.

Then it was time for a rest stop. A total of 3 hours had passed by that time. Both Roman and Virgil’s sides aked from laughing as much as they did. Once they got out of the car Roman intertwined their fingers and swung their arms as they walked into the rest stop.

There was a McDonalds inside. They ordered and stood by the counter so then they could grab their food and leave.

While they were waiting, Virgil asked Roman “Hey Ro, how much money do you have?” Roman wasn’t aware of where Virgil was going and said “I dunno. Like 10 bucks? Why?” Virgil was slightly offended by Roman not saying the line. I mean, you should only have to hear “Road work ahead? Uhh yeah. I sure hope it does.” like 10 times to know that this person is going to keep making Vine references.

Anyways, Virgil ignored Roman missing the reference and said “Oh! You know what that means!” Roman sighed before putting on a very dramatic face and said: “I don’t have enough money for chicken nugget.”

Virgil smiled and intertwined their fingers again. (I like the phrase “intertwined their fingers” idk why. I just do) “I knew you would get it at some point.” Roman smiled fondly at Virgil. “Why are you like this?”

Virgil leaned on Roman and told him “Oh come on!! You know you love me.” Virgil didn’t intend for it to be a Disney reference, but Roman took it that way.”Do I know that? Yes. Yes, I do.” They both laughed a little bit before they were interrupted by their order being called. They grabbed their food and went back to the car.

After they ate and threw out their trash, they began driving again. Virgil had forgotten the story that he’d come up with so he just moved on.

The song that came on first after they started driving again was More Than Survive from Be More Chill. Roman sang again (he sang just about every song that came on). Virgil smiled. He had always enjoyed Roman’s singing. This whole time he had wanted to sing, but he didn’t. He knew Roman wouldn’t mind. He’d enjoy having an extra person to sing with.

Especially for duets.

Virgil smiled even brighter at the thought of the two of them singing something sassy like Apex Predator or just fun like Two-Player Game. But he didn’t. He wasn’t planning on singing either.

Well, I guess the best way to put it is keyword: planning.

The first piano notes that were the opening to Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen began to play. There had been an hour or two’s worth of songs that came on between More Than Survive and Only Us. Roman had been wrapped up in his own world of miscellaneous theater songs. Virgil guessed that he was going to take both Zoe (That’s how it is spelled on the Wiki so that’s how I’m spelling it) and Evan’s parts, but he didn’t care. Once Laura Dreyfuss began singing he did as well.

However, Virgil was very quiet, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you.”

The next line he sang a little louder. But not loud enough for Roman to hear him. “I don’t need you to search for the proof that I should.”

The next few lines were just barely audible. “You don’t have to convince me. You don’t have to be scared your not enough. ‘Cause what we got going, is good.”

The next set of lines were only slightly more audible. “I don’t need more reminders of all that’s been broken. I don’t need you to fix what I’d rather forget. Clear the slate and start over. Try to quiet the noises in your head. We can’t compete with all that.”

Virgil had a nice crescendo going and he didn’t even realize until he was singing the chorus very loudly. “So what if it’s us? What if it’s us, and only us? And what came before won’t count anymore or matter. Can we try that? What if it’s you? And what if it’s me? And what if that’s all that we need it to be? And the rest of the world falls away. What do you say?” Roman had stopped singing Zoe’s part once he heard Virgil.

He did come in with Evan’s part though.

“I never thought there’d be someone like you, who would want me.” Virgil smiled. “Well.” Roman looked at Virgil using his peripheral vision as to not get lectured for not keeping his eyes on the road and how they could’ve died. “So I give you ten-thousand reasons to not let me go. But if you really see me if you like me for me and nothing else, well that’s all that I’ve wanted for longer than you could possibly know.”

Roman braced himself. He knew what was coming next. He was scared that once he started singing with Virgil that he’d crash the car.

“So it can be us. It can be us, and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore or matter. We can try that.”

Virgil smiled at Roman before coming back in and having the two of them sing together.

“It’s not so impossible.” Roman was starting to get convinced that he was going to crash the car. Virgil’s voice was incredible. “Nobody else but the two of us here.”

Virgil noticed Roman tensing up and intertwined their fingers. “‘Cause you’re saying it’s possible.”

“We can just watch the whole world disappear.”

“Till you’re the only one I still know how to see.”

“It’s just you and me.”

“It’ll be us. It’ll be us and only us. And what came before won’t count anymore!”

“We can try that! You and me! That’s all that we need it to be! And the rest of the world falls away! And the rest of the world falls away. The world falls away. The world falls away.”

“And it’s only us.”

God. What Roman would’ve given to kiss Virgil in that moment.

However, he’d made up his mind.

Next rest stop…

He’d kiss the fuck out of his Emo Nightmare.

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Taglist: @winterswishing @thetomorrowshow @an-existing-leah @iixclementine @elatedgiff

@rain-bound I was that anon who asked if you’d like to be tagged like 2 days ago.

@just-some-gt-trash I figured you’d love this.

@stop-it-anxiety I value your opinion greatly and I’d like to know what you think.

#Em's crappy attempts at writing #The Not Bread Shrine Writings #That tag is here to stay #Also this is my new favorite thing I've written.#Just ahh!!!#Too cute!!#prinxietea #prinxiety

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ignisloquitur · 4 years

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main characters → aurora olsen, bill olsen(father), lillian olsen(deceased mother) mentions → aurora, bill, lillian, cane, headteacher. location → new orleans time frame → 2001, she was 15 warnings → parental abuse, depressive thoughts, drug abuse notes → aurora’s headmaster demands her father’s presence after she’s threatened with suspension for gratifying her locker tags → @colpodifulminex

“it was only lipstick! i can wipe it off with a baby wipe!” aurora stomped her foot in her pace up and down the headteacher’s office. he’d had it in for her, for around a year now. he wanted her out. what he didn’t know was that every time he called her father, she suffered the wrath. in this scenario, she didn’t see the wrong. she’d doodled on the inside of her locker with her pink lipstick and had been caught doing it. but at the end of the day, how could he call it graffiti? it could be cleared with a wet rag. nonetheless, her father arrived, smelling like whiskey and cigars the whole time he sat in the office and listened to the situation. “did you do it?” he asked. “well, yes, but dad, it can be–” wiped off, was her last two words that he didn’t allow her to speak. “aurora.” his voice boomed, his eyes turning to her with a distaste that fired up the glare in his eyes. a look only she ever seemed to get. it made her fall silent, slink into her chair as though she was silently wishing it would just eat her up. she could never seem to win. not with her father, not with the head of the school, they may as well share a damn drink and talk about how much she pisses them off.

the teacher left the office so they could talk and almost like instinct, she jumped up to leave, only to be grabbed and pulled back down into the chair. bill didn’t release the hold on her arm and though she could feel it bruising her skin, she held a strong face and a pair of eyes that just told him.. get it over with. say what you gotta say. tell me how much you hate me. she was used to it by now, it wouldn’t surprise her and she’d only let it hurt her feelings when she was alone. “you’re bringing shame to this family. your behaviour… it’s not how i raised you.” his voice was soft, but it was a warning, yet all aurora heard were those keywords… ‘how i raised you’. “you really mean that, don’t you?” she whispered, shocked at first but her fire and her fury very quickly outweighed her potential defeat. she slung herself out of his grip and stood so quick the chair behind her tipped over. “you didn’t raise me, father!” she spat. admittedly, she was still a little high from whatever drugs she’d consumed the night before, but it wasn’t an obvious thing, only if someone was to actually look at her and see her, see her eyes for what they were… wild, for reasons not solely because of the drugs.

“do you even realise, the only times you ever look me in the eye is times like this? when you’re furious with me? whenever you’re summoned here and forced to actually acknowledge that i exist? whenever you want me to see how much of a god damn disappointment i am to you? those times!” she raised her voice. “those are the only times you actually see me. well, i’m done answering you. why should i? you don’t care about me, i’ll do whatever i want!” perhaps, to someone listening, it would sound like a typical teenage rant, an outburst that would be forgotten, but for aurora, it was defining. she’d never said those things to him before even though she’d wanted too. what pushed her to do so was basically the fact she was so over trying to please him… now? now, she didn’t care, any reaction from him was a bonus because… even though she didn’t realise it at the time, she wanted him to acknowledge her so badly that it didn’t matter if it wasn’t for a good achievement, even being in trouble and getting him there to her school, in her mind, with her shattered self-esteem, any attention from him was good attention. it reminded her that she really did exist. like, at least he cared enough to notice her mistakes, right?

“don’t you embarrass me, young lady. your failures are your mistakes and your choices.” bill rose from his seat too, eyes holding a rage that was new even to aurora. “what a disappointment you’re turning into.” he spat, pushing aurora to burst into tears at the same time she chose to display her rage. she shoved him, both hands, hard as she could. “fuck you! i’m not those things!” her raised voice spooked her father but only because he didn’t want anybody hearing this conversation, not because he cared for her outburst. “you blame me… for her. for mom. you blame me for her death… and i get it.” laughing, she opened out her arms. “you hate me, i know it. you know it. but nobody else knows, because to them, you’re just a poor, sad widow. except that bullshit story doesn’t fly anymore because you moved on. new woman, new daughter… like, finally, a daughter you can actually bear to look in the eye, right?” aurora was still laughing, but it wasn’t from amusement. she was hurt and angry and after all these years she had finally split open and she was letting him know. the truth was, aurora loved her little sister, her heart was pure and kind enough to always understand that it wasn’t matilda’s fault, it wasn’t her mothers’ fault, it was him. it was the way he chose to see things.

“it’s not my fault!” she gave one last yell before she burst into tears in front of him, shaking her head, legs turning to jelly as they threatened to collapse under her. “it’s not my fault.” aurora repeated in a voice barely above a whisper. “i just wanted you to love me….. but i’m done trying to win your affections. i don’t need your love. i have all the love i need from the people that actually do give a shit about me.” she scoffed, making her move to storm out as her hands wiped away her tears. “that monroe boy?” her father had moved to the doorway and she paused in the corridor. “you think he loves you?” bill chuckled, but the sound made her shiver, it made her cringe. “what do you know about love?” he was mocking her and it took everything in her not to burst into another fit of tears. “what do i know about love?” she repeated, turning back to face him, anger all over her features. “nothing you ever taught me, that’s for sure. but it’s also how i know that you’re wrong. he does love me… because he doesn’t tear me down like you do. he doesn’t tell me i’m not good enough and he doesn’t fucking shit on my achievements. and most importantly?” she scoffed, closing into his space with confidence she’d never shown him before. “he makes me feel safe… and wanted.” she breathed out, barely getting the chance to take in her own confessions. she’d never said those things out loud before, not to her father, she knew he’d only mock her for it. tell her that what she felt wasn’t real, as if he had any idea what she could and couldn’t feel.

before she could actually have her moment, the moment to bask in the fact she was literally in love… she was caught off guard by a palm colliding against her left cheek. her father struck her so hard she fell to the floor. it wasn’t the first time it had happened, it wasn’t even the first time he’d had the boldness to strike her in the school corridor. her palms were against the floor, head hung low so her hair was covering her face, he’d caught the corner of her lip with his slap and caused her teeth to snap down on her inner gum so hard it bled. aurora spat the blood out on the floor, a growl emitting from her throat as she pulled herself to her feet. she looked at him and laughed through the sting of tears in her eyes. “nice. real nice, bill.” she gave him a tight-lipped smile and started backing away. “i’m not the only one who’s making her turn in her grave. the next time you lay a hand on me i–” she was cut off by her father. “you’ll what? silly little girl. you won’t do a damn thing.” his eyes were coated with hate and aurora just scoffed quietly, nothing more to say. she jumped back when he stepped forward and took off running down the corridor, heading up to the roof deck where she’d often go when she couldn’t be bothered with class, that, or when she just needed some space to breathe. collapsing in a miserable heap once she was there, she hugged her legs and let her tears flow.

#cane&&aurora #aurora&&bill #aurora&&highschool

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