#i wAKE WITH YOUR MEMORY OVER ME THAT'S A REAL FUCKIN' LEGACY
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#as we know modern steve would be a swiftie girlie but my GOD how hARD he would scream sing maroon--#I FEEL YOU NO MATTER WHAAATT--#i wAKE WITH YOUR MEMORY OVER ME THAT'S A REAL FUCKIN' LEGACY#hi just normal feelings here this afternoon :)#tbd
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MAROON IS SO FUCKING GOOD. LIKE WOW. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
#midnights#maroon taylor swift#And I wake with your memory over me#it's a real fuckin legacy#so scarlet it was maroon#guys I'm in love with that song#taylor swift#taylor swift midnights
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maroon is so fun to sing though
#theburgundyonmytshirtwhenyousplashedyourwineintomeandhowthebloodrushedintomycheekssoSCARLET it was.#themarktheysawonmycollarbonetherustthatgrewbetweentelephonesthelipsIusedtocallhomeso SCARLET it was#MAROON#and I WAKE with your memory. over me. that's a real FUCKIN legacy (legacy)
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Can’t believe it’s been a year since my ears were first blessed with hearing “When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf ‘cause we lost track of time again laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend ‘How’d we end up on the floor anyway?’ You say ‘Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how.’ I see you every day now and I chose you the one I was dancing with in New York no shoes looked up at the sky and it was The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was. The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was maroon. When the silence came we were shaking blind and hazy. How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbing with your head in your hands ain’t that the way shit always ends you were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway carnations you had thought were roses that’s us I feel you no matter what the rubies that I gave up and I lost you the one I was dancing with in New York no shoes looked up at the sky and it was (maroon) The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was (maroon) The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was maroon. And I wake with your memory over me. That’s a real fuckin’ legacy, legacy. And I wake with your memory over me. That’s a real fuckin’ legacy … to leave. The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was (maroon) The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones the lips I used to call home. So scarlet, it was maroon. It was maroon. It was maroon.” for the first time.
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maroon pt. ii (j.h.s.)
a/n: welcome back to kylie’s pure self-indulgence. you really thought i’d write a part two without writing in some angst? anyways there’s a playlist and a pinterest board for these two (because of course there is expect nothing less from me) anyways do you want a part 3 i’d write one
summary: The aftermath of the night you spent with Jake.
main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | maroon pt. i
warnings: angst, swearing, implied/referenced sex, misunderstanding, family issues, divorced parents, age gap
word count: 3,943
“and i wake with your memory over me/that’s a real fuckin’ legacy to leave”
The first thing you realize when you wake up is that you’re alone.
Which shouldn’t be as alarming as it is until you realize that it’s not your bed you’re in.
And it’s not your shirt that you’re wearing.
You groan, sitting up in the bed as you look around the room, recognizing the familiar soreness over your body.
The Navy shirt you’re wearing isn’t like the old ones you’ve stolen from your Dad, frayed and filled with holes, the ones that smell like cheap detergent you got from the grocery store in your college town.
No, this shirt is soft and clean and smells faintly like bourbon and leather.
It smells like Jake.
You take a shuddering breath, realizing what you’ve done.
You quickly rifle through the list of people you could ask to bail you out, ones that wouldn’t ask you any questions (at least not immediately) as you lean over to the nightstand where your phone is sat.
The house is quiet, you note, as you scroll through your contacts, searching for the person you know who won’t hesitate.
Reuben.
You and Reuben had gone to high school together, always sort of circling each other without ever really meeting until your senior year when you had both taken a concurrent enrollment class in Political Science.
Penny had also hired him, a few months before she did you, as extra help on the weekends. He worked a bit more now that he’d graduated from San Diego State University and it was how the two of you had reconnected after years of not talking.
As a “reformed frat bro”, Reuben had always told you that if you ever needed him to pull you out of situation, bad date or otherwise, he’d do it, no questions asked. It wasn’t a favor you hadn’t planned on invoking until now.
I fucked up.
I did something stupid and I need you to come pick me up.
Your eyes flicker to the door as your teeth worry over your bottom lip, the grey bubble popping up almost immediately.
Send me the address.
I’ll be there in ten.
You swipe over the keyboard, sending him the street name you recall seeing on your way back to Jake’s place last night before clicking the phone shut.
Tossing it on the bed, you pull Jake’s shirt off of you, reaching for your pants on the floor. You tug them on, pulling your top on not long after. You grab your phone from the bed before grabbing the boots that had been chucked by the door when you had come in last night.
You pull the bedroom door open, slipping down the stairs hurriedly. You can hear someone in the kitchen but you don’t stay long enough to find out what they’re doing, slipping out the front door as quietly as you can before heading up the road.
You feel slightly silly, fleeing from Jake’s like this as you half-jog up the hill barefoot, but you’d rather end it here before Jake could tell you that you were a nice girl and he had a good time but he didn’t see this moving forward.
It was silly, this schoolgirl crush you’d developed on Jake.
He was a grown man and he certainly wasn’t going to settle down and end his womanizer ways for some fresh faced college girl who had no idea what she wanted to do with her life.
Reuben’s mini-van, the car he’d inherited from his Mom at sixteen, that was barely hanging on, that he named Dolly after Dolly Parton, turns the corner and pulls to the sidewalk as Reuben spots you. You pull the front passenger door open before the car has ever really stopped, earning you a look of surprise from the brunette.
“You good?”
You shake your head, breathless as shame and embarrassment crawls through you. “No.”
“Are you hurt in anyway?”
“Aside from my pride?”
“Do we need the hospital or the police?”
“No.”
He nods, pulling away from the curb. It’s quiet for a few moments as he drives down the road before turning left to head to your house.
“If my either of my Dad’s ask, you picked me up last night from the bar after I got wasted and Alice left me there.” You say, keeping your eyes locked on to the road in front of you. He chuckles.
“You might want to hide those then if you want that story to be believable.” He says, nodding his head toward your chest.
You glance down before pulling the sun visor down and flipping the little mirror open. It reveals a chest littered with hickeys and you briefly recall that Jake had left more hidden by your top.
“Dammit Jake.” You hiss, flipping the sun visor back up.
“Jake? Jake as in Jake Seresin? Jake Seresin as Bagman?” He asks, eyes going wide. When you don’t reply, Reuben lets out a low whistle. “You bagged Hangman. Can I say I’m proud?”
You toss Reuben a withering look before twisting around in your seat, searching for the sweatshirt Reuben keeps in the car. It’s his sweatshirt from when he played lacrosse in high school, something you teased him endlessly for. He glances at you through the rearview mirror.
“On the floor behind your chair.”
You grasp onto the black material, tugging the sweatshirt over your head as best you can with the seatbelt on. It doesn’t smell like Jake’s shirt had, smelling distantly of ocean water and McDonald’s fries.
You blow a stray piece of hair from your face as Reuben laughs at you.
“I thought you didn’t do hookups or one night stands.”
“I don’t.”
“Well, you still went for it. You’ve been pining after Seresin since you got back in town. Good for you.”
You groan, sliding down in your seat. “It’s not good for me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not- I don’t do one night stands because I get attached. I hurt my feelings and I was already attached. I was stupid. I’m not the kind of girl he wants.”
“Did he say that?”
You shrug, pulling your legs up into your chest as Reuben turns down the road leading to your house. “I don’t want to talk anbout this anymore.”
He glances at you but does’t say anything as he drives down your street.
After your parent’s divorce the summer before freshman year of high school, your Dad’s relationship with your Uncle Mav had quickly stopped being a secret. He and Mav had bought a house together your sophomore year, a nice sized house that sat beachfront in a gated community. It was a nice place, with two floors and easy access to the beach from your back porch. It was nicer than your Mom’s place, which was the same one-story, two-bedroom, one bath house you’d grown up in.
This house was so much easier to come home to than your Mom’s had been, despite the fact that in high school, you’d bounced between your friend houses and the park more than you did either of your parent’s homes.
Your Mom had checked out not long after the divorce, disappearing entirely after you started college. What had been your Dad and Mav’s house had quickly just become your home, spending Christmases and breaks with the pair.
You didn’t make a habit of going home too much though, the house consistently being empty with your Dad’s long hours and Mav’s deployments.
Still, they’d promised that after graduation, things would be different. With the Dagger team in San Diego, with Bradley and Mav permanently in San Diego, your Dad had promised they would be better.
Reuben gently shuts off the ignition in the car. “You opening with me tonight?”
You nod.
“Well, why don’t you go in and take a shower and change and then we can go to lunch. Get you some hangover food.”
“That’s the thing, I’m not hungover. I think I had half a White Claw last night and that was it.”
Reuben pauses as he pulls his seatbelt off. “So you hooked up with Bagman completely, stone-cold sober... and you still think it was, what? A mistake?”
You sigh, pulling your own seatbelt off you. “I said I didn’t want to talk about this anymore.”
He follows you out of the car, door locking shut behind you as he follows you up the pavement towards the house. You reach for the doorknob, realizing it’s unlocked as you push it open, the cool air of the AC welcoming you into the home.
Mav spots you first, smiling as he unloads the dishwasher. “Hey hon. We were gonna see you you wanted to go to breakfast but you weren’t here and then Alice came by to see if you made it home after last night.”
You shrug, tucking your hands in the pocket on the sweatshirt. “Sorry, I got super fucked up last night and Reuben had picked me up and just took me to his place.”
“Hey Reuben.” Your Dad says, coming in from the back porch, watering can in his hand. “Hey kiddo.”
“The line dancing was so boring you had to drink to forget.” Reuben says, coming around you to sit at one of the chairs at the kitchen island. You snort, rubbing your eyes.
“Something like that. Hey, I think my shoes are still in your car.”
Reuben shrugs, pulling his phone out from his jean pocket. “You can grab them later. Do you still want to change and go get lunch?”
You nod. “If that’s okay with you.” You say, looking to your Dad.
He hums. “Told you kiddo. You’re welcome to come and go as you please.”
You shrug. “Still feel like I should ask. Give me like 20 minutes so I can shower?”
“Take as long sa you need, I know you still have some of those chai cookies Amelia made so I’m gonna go dig through your pantry for those.”
“Fourth shelf on the left.” Maverick says, setting a plate in the dishwasher.
Reuben gives you a goofy smile, sliding off the chair. “Perfect.”
You breath out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn to go up the stairs.
-
“Bagman’s been watching you all night.” Reuben whispers in your ear as you glance up at him from where you’re leaned over behind the bar.
“Yeah, I know.” You whisper back, not daring to spare the blond a glance. “Coyote too.”
He hums, curls bouncing as he stands up. “Hey, after we’re off, you wanna go get In’N’Out and then watch the High School Musical movies?”
You snort, sliding the beer you’re pouring across the bar. “Out of a frat for five months and suddenly you’re all for nights in?”
He shrugs, leaning across the bar as he crosses his arms. “For a Saturday night, it’s pretty slow.”
“Reuben.” You say, giving him a look. “I know what you’re after here and I’m not gonna give it to you.”
He sighs. “Fine, no High School Musical or In’N’Out. Be that way.”
“Why’re you watching High School Musical?” Amelia asks, a confused look on her face as you both turn.
You shake your head. “Nothing.”
“Well, Mom said to tell you’re both free to go.”
You glance at your watch. “It’s only 7:30?”
She gives a half-shrug. “Yeah, Mom said she’s got it from here tonight. I’m just waiting for Ruby to come pick me up.”
Reuben nods, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Well, have a fun night little Benjamin.” Reuben turns to you as you both move to the back to clock out. “I’m still serious about the In’N’Out and High School Musical, though. I won’t ask you about him, I swear.”
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You’re two glasses of Peach Bellini from Aldi, a burger and animal-style fries, and two and a half High School Musical movies into the night when your front door opens. You assume it’s your Dads as neither you or Reuben move.
“I wish someone loved me like Troy Bolton loved Gabriella.” You say, your chin tucked into the blanket you’re curled up under.
Reuben snorts. “C’mon, he sets the standard. Pizza and chocolate strawberries? Who could ask for more.”
“Chocolate strawberries and pizza and you consider that romance? The bar is in hell.” Comes Jake’s voice from behind you.
You shift, seeing Jake standing in your living room. He’s still dressed in his work khakis and you force yourself to look away before you get too caught up in admiring how good he looks, pulling yourself off the couch as Reuben pauses the movie.
“What’re you doing here, Bagman? It’s like 1 am.”
He bristles as you round the couch, following after you. “We need to talk.”
“I should go.” Reuben says, standing up from the couch. “Um, bye.” The sound of the front door opening and closing follows Rueben not too long after as Jake places his hands on his hips.
“Let’s talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
“Why’d you leave this morning?”
You turn again, heading into the kitchen and towards the fridge. “Isn’t that what you do after a one-night stand?”
“No. Not us. Not after- You didn’t tell me your dad was Admiral Kazansky!”
You let out a bitter chuckle, shaking your head as you grab a beer from the fridge. “Not exactly a secret. Thought that was the whole point of you going after me.”
“What?”
You pop the beer open, finally turning to face him. “Thought that was the point. You sleep with me, you’ve just found one more way to piss off good ol’ Pops. Get under his skin.”
“That’s really what you think of me?”
“And when have you ever shown me any different Jake?”
He pauses. “Last night, that was real. And I- I really like you.” His voice drops to a whisper as he takes a few tentative steps towards you.
“Yeah, I’m sure you loved the chase Seresin. And now that you got what you wanted, the satisfaction that you were the one to fuck Admiral Kazinsky’s only daughter and child, you win.”
“That’s not- That’s not what any of this was about!” He exclaims, looking around in bewilderment.
“Then why’d you leave me alone this morning?”
“I was-” He bows his head. “It’s stupid.”
“No, tell me. I want to know!”
“I was making you breakfast! Okay? I was making you breakfast because I remember Rooster told me one time you liked to make yourself breakfast sandwiches. I was making you breakfast. And I was hoping that while we ate breakfast, we could sit down and talk about this like adults because I really like you.”
You let out a laugh. “Oh, I don’t believe that for a second. Making me breakfast? You do that for all your hookups or just the ones you want to keep in your back pocket?”
“What the hell are you even talking about? I was going to ask you out on a date! I- I wasn’t even sure if you’d go for me, a guy who’s a decade older than you, that’s why I never said anything before!”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from Mr. Carved By the Greek Gods.”
“Why are you searching for the worst meaning in everything I say?” He asks, throwing his hands up in frustration
“Because!” You snap.
“Because why?”
“You don’t get it, Jake. You don’t know what it’s like to know you were only born because of what your Dad couldn’t have. You have no idea what it’s like to grow up with your parents in a loveless marriage. You have no idea what it’s like to be the kid who everyone tells their kids to be friends with so you’ll tell your Dad their family is cool and maybe he’ll give their Dad a promotion. You have no idea what’s it’s like to not be invited around because people are afraid you’ll snitch. You have no idea what it’s like to be cozied up to just for a promotion. You have no idea what it’s like, to be a kid of one of the greats, with the expectation to become a great yourself. You have no idea what it’s like to have a legacy you have to follow knowing you don’t want a single piece of it. You have no idea what it’s like to know that the kid that isn’t even theirs will always be better than you because he took the path you didn’t want.
Happy endings don’t happen for me, Jake Seresin. So why should I pretend this is any different?”
Jake stares at you as tears roll down your cheeks in fat lumps. The front door opens again, Maverick’s voice echoing through the house. “Kiddo? You home?”
He comes into view as you lift up the collar of the sweatshirt you’re wearing to wipe away some of the tears.
“Is everything okay?” You hear your Dad ask.
“I was just leaving.” Jake says cautiously and you hear him walk towards the front door as you avoid eye contact with Maverick.
“What’s going between you and Lieutenant Sereisn?” Your Dad asks sharply and you sigh, dropping your head.
“Nothing. I’m going to bed.” You say, sucking in a deep breathe as you walk past them.
-
“So... I was thinking.” You say, pulling the carton of orange chicken from the plastic bag.
“Dangerous thing in this family.” Maverick jokes, pulling out the chopsticks.
“What if I quit my job at the Hard Deck?” You ask, keeping your eyes locked on the meat in front of you.
Your Dad hums as he opens the teriyaki broccoli. “I distinctly remember us agreeing that you would have a job if you were going to live here after graduation. Things don’t just get handed to you, you know this.”
“I remember the job being a suggestion, not a requirement.”
“What’s wrong with the Hard Deck?” Maverick asks, pulling out his chair out from the table. “Someone giving you trouble or something?”
You shake your head. “No, nothing like that. I just want to try out something else, you know? Like volunteering with the Midway, like we talked about over winter break?”
“You could do both, but you’re not quitting your job. Not if you expect to live here, nope, no way.”
“Ice...” Maverick whispers under his breath. “Honey, he doesn’t mean that-”
“No Mav, I’m serious. My parents didn’t hand me everything and I’m certainly not going to hand her anything either.”
“No, no one gets handed anything unless your name is Bradley Bradshaw in which case he gets handed everything because Mav and Ice feel guilty over his Dad’s death.”
Bradley’s head flies up from where he’s picking through his stir fry at your words.
“That’s not fair.” Your Dad says sternly, pointing his chops ticks at you. “We paid for UVA because the agreement was that he’d join the Navy after he went.”
“Well maybe I don’t want to be in the Navy!” You snap.
“And that’s fine-” Maverick tries, voice soft.
“Is it? Because I’m starting to get the idea that it’s not.”
“We should leave.” Comes bob’s voice, a quiet whisper. “This is family stuff, we shouldn’t-” You look over to see some of the pilots standing near the front door where the dining room is.
You huff, chair screeching against the floor as you stand up. “Don’t bother. They’ve got their happy Navy family. Doesn’t include eme.” You push past Hangman and Coyote on your way out, front door slamming behind you.
As you walk down the sidewalk, you can hear Jake’s voice call out for you.
“C’mon, where are you going? You don’t even have any shoes on.”
“Go away Jake.” You call back, wincing at the heat of the pavement, baking in the San Diego sun all day.
“Come here, will you at least put shoes on for me?” You turn, seeing him holding your flip flops that you usually chuck precariously by the front door that Maverick always trips over when he comes home. “Please.”
You sigh, holding out your hands as he tosses you the shoes. You slip them on as a silence settles between the two of you.
“This wasn’t always just about me.”
You let you a bitter chuckle, letting your arms fall to your side. “Nope, you caught me. I actually have daddy issues which is insane considering all he’s ever done is love me.”
“Just because they love doesn’t make them any less absent.” He says, taking a cautious step towards you. “You know, the house always feels too quiet when they’re gone. You grow up knowing you got to be just like them, knowing they’ll see anything less as a failure, even if they’d never say that out loud. I know you, a little too well. Because you were wrong that night. I know you. I know what it’s like. You’re at least better than me and put your foot down and told them that wasn’t what you wanted.”
“I don’t know if I’d say that. I’m 22, I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and here I am picking fights with my brother figure just because I’m mad for something he can’t control.”
He finally closes the distance. He reaches out for your cheek, guiding you gaze up to meet his sea-glass eyes. “I should’ve done this right from the beginning. Ask you out on a date, bring you flowers, take you somewhere nice. I never should’ve let you think this was just a one-night stand. I just always liked how easy it was with you. How fun it was. I reveled in the fact that you’d blush when I would flirt with you. Your cheeks would go scarlet, almost maroon, you know? But you were just-” He shakes his head. “I just liked you.”
“Jake...” You whisper, pulling back from him. “We’re over a decade apart from each other.”
“I know that.”
“My Dad would kill you.”
“I know that too. But hell, darling, I’m willing to try for you.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this right now.” You say, shaking your head.
He sighs. “You’re right. We’re not doing this right now. We can discuss this later. Right now, you need a friend. And because in all your storming out glory, I’m assuming you forgot your phone, so... can I call anyone for you? Reuben? Bob, maybe?”
You shake your head again, reaching out for his hand.
“You, Jake. I just want you.”
-
He watches the door shut behind Jake as he turns back to the group of pilots. “Anyone want to cough up as to why my daughter’s acting so weird?”
Natasha throws up her hand in defense. “I know nothing.”
Mickey shrugs, looking at Bob. “She hasn’t said anything to us.”
He eyes Javy, who’s suddenly staring the cream white ceiling like it’s the most interesting ceiling he’s seen in his life. He steps a few feet closer to him, catching the man’s attention.
“Lieutenant Machado?” He shrugs, sticking in his hands in his pockets as he continues to walk forward. “You want to cough up to what’s going on between Lieutenant Seresin and my daughter?”
“Not particularly. Bro codes and all that.”
He fixes Javy with a look. “Hm, okay. And what about the code of doing what your commanding officer asks?”
Javy withers under his look. “They um- they hooked up. Slept together.”
It’s dead silent in the room for a minute before he speaks again.
“I’m going to kill him.”
#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin fic#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin fic#top gun: maverick#top gun: maverick fic#maroon
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taylor swift // midnights rp meme.
edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!
lavender haze.
meet me at midnight.
you don’t ever say too much.
i’ve been under scrutiny.
you handle it beautifully.
all this shit is new to me.
i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say.
all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride.
they’re bringing up my history.
they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening.
i just need this love spiral.
maroon.
we lost track of time again.
you were my closest friend.
how’d we end up on the floor anyway?
i see you every day now.
i chose you.
we were shaking.
how the hell did we lose sight of us again?
ain’t that the way shit always ends.
i feel you, no matter what.
and i lost you.
i wake with your memory over me.
that’s a real fuckin’ legacy.
anti-hero.
i get older, but just never wiser.
midnights become my afternoons.
my depression works the graveyard shift.
i should not be left to my own devices.
i end up in crisis.
i wake up screaming from dreaming.
one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving.
one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving, coz you got tired of my scheming.
it’s me, hi. i’m the problem, it’s me.
i’m the problem.
i’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror.
it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.
i’m a monster on the hill.
did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman?
life will lose all its meaning.
she thinks i left them in the will.
she’s laughing up at us from hell.
snow on the beach.
life is emotionally abusive.
time can’t stop me quite like you did.
i’m unglued, thanks to you.
it’s like snow at the beach: weird, but fucking beautiful.
you wanting me tonight, feels impossible.
this scene feels like what i once saw on a screen.
i’ve never seen someone lit from within.
my smile is like i won a contest.
to hide that would be so dishonest.
it’s fine to fake it till you make it.
i can’t speak.
i don’t even dare to wish it.
can this be a real thing?
you’re on your own, kid.
summer went away, still the yearning stays.
i play it cool with the best of them.
he’s gonna notice me.
we’re the best of friends anyway.
i hear it in your voice.
i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out.
there’s just one who could make me stay.
i waited ages to see you there.
you never cared.
you’re on your own, kid. you always have been.
you’re on your own, kid.
i see the great escape.
he loves me not.
something different bloomed.
i’ll run away.
i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this.
the jokes weren’t funny.
i took the money.
my friends from home don’t know what to say.
there were pages turned with the bridges burned.
everything you lose is a step you take.
you’ve got no reason to be afraid.
you can face this.
midnight rain.
he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain.
he wanted a bride, i was making my own name.
he stayed the same.
all of me changed.
my town was a wasteland.
for some, it was paradise.
i broke his heart coz he was nice.
i was midnight rain.
i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.
he never thinks of me.
i guess we all get some kind of haunted.
i never think of him.
i never think of him, except on midnights like this.
question...?
we had one thing going on, i swear that it was something.
i don’t remember who i was before you.
i just may like some explanations.
can i ask you a question?
did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?
what did you do?
did you ever leave her house in the middle of the night?
did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?
it was too much.
do you wish you could still touch her?
did you realise out of time?
fuckin’ politics and gender roles.
i just may like to have a conversation.
does it feel like everything’s just like second best after that meteor strike?
i’m sure that’s what’s suitable.
vigilante shit.
draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.
you did some bad things, but i’m the worst of them.
sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie.
they say looks can kill and i might try.
i don’t dress for women, i don’t dress for men, lately i’ve been dressing for revenge.
i don’t start shit.
i don’t start shit, but i can tell you how it ends.
don’t get sad, get even.
i’ve been dressing for revenge.
she needed cold hard proof, so i gave her some.
picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife.
she looks so pretty, driving in your benz.
ladies always rise above.
i’m on my vigilante shit again.
bejeweled.
i think i’ve been a little too kind.
didn’t notice you walking all over my peace of mind.
putting someone first only works when you’re in their top five.
i’m going out tonight.
best believe i’m still bejeweled when i walk in the room.
i can still make the whole place shimmer.
familiarity breeds comtempt.
don’t put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart.
i polish up real nice.
i think i’ve been too good of a girl.
i think it’s time to teach some lessons.
i made you my world.
have you heard? i can reclaim the land.
i miss you, but i miss sparkling.
sadness became my whole sky.
but some guy said my aura’s moonstone.
you can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line.
a diamond’s gotta shine.
labyrinth.
it only hurts this much right now.
i’ll be getting over you my whole life.
i’m falling in love.
i’m falling in love again.
it only feels this raw right now.
lost in the labyrinth of my mind.
you would break your back to make me break a smile.
you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back.
karma.
you’re talking shit.
addicted to betrayal.
you’re terrified to look down.
you’ll see the glare of everyone you burned.
it’s coming back around.
karma is my boyfriend.
karma’s a relaxing thought. aren’t you envious that for you it’s not?
my pennies made your crown.
don’t you know that cash ain’t the only price?
ask me what i learned from all those years.
ask me what i earned from all those tears.
ask me why so many fade, but i’m still here.
so many fade.
i’m still here.
karma is the thunder rattling your ground.
karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter.
sweet nothing.
they said the end is coming.
the end is coming.
everyone’s up to something.
i find myself running home to your sweet nothings.
all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.
this happens all the time.
you should be doing more.
to you i can admit that i’m just too soft for all of it.
i’m just too soft for all of it.
mastermind.
the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned.
the touch of a hand lit the fuse.
checkmate, i couldn’t lose.
i couldn’t lose.
what if i told you none of it was accidental.
none of it was accidental.
the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me.
what if i told you i’m a mastermind?
i’m a mastermind.
now you’re mine.
we were born to be the pawn in every lover’s game.
if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
strategy sets the scene for the tale.
the first night that you saw me, i knew i wanted your body.
i wanted your body.
it was all my design.
no one wanted to play with me as a little kid.
i’ve been scheming.
i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since.
i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me.
this is the first time i’ve felt the need to confess.
i’m only cryptic and machiavellian coz i care.
you knew the entire time.
you knew that i’m a mastermind.
the great war.
my knuckles were bruised like violets.
cursed you as i sleep talked.
spineless in my tomb of silence.
tore your banners down, took the battle underground.
flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur.
my hand was the one you reach for all throughout the great war.
i vowed not to cry anymore.
if we survived the great war.
you drew up some good faith treaties.
you said i have to trust more freely.
you were playing with fire.
maybe it’s the past that’s talking.
maybe it’s the past that’s talking-- telling me to punish you for things you never did.
i justified it.
i vowed not to fight anymore.
i vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the great war.
got a sense i’d been betrayed.
that was the night i nearly lost you.
i nearly lost you.
i really thought i’d lost you.
we can plant a memory garden.
there’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair.
we will never go back to that bloodshed.
we’re burned for better.
i vowed i would always be yours.
i would always be yours.
paris.
all the outfits were terrible.
i’m so in love that i might stop breathing.
i was taken by the view.
romance is not dead.
romance is not dead if you keep it just yours.
levitate above all the messes made.
i want to brainwash you into loving me forever.
high infidelity.
i didn’t know you were keeping count.
you said i was freeloading.
put on your records and regret me.
i bent the truth too far tonight.
i was dancing around it.
do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
seemed like the right thing at the time.
there’s so many different ways that you can kill the one you love.
there’s so many different ways that you can kill the one you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough.
do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?
glitch.
we were supposed to be just friends.
maybe i’ll see you out some weekend.
i think there’s been a glitch.
i’m fastening myself to you.
i’m not even sorry.
i was supposed to sweat you out.
our love is blacking out.
the system’s breaking down.
i’d go back to wanting dudes who give nothing.
would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.
if you tasted poison you could’ve spit me out.
if you’d never looked my way i would’ve stayed on my knees.
i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil.
the pain was heaven.
now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts.
memories feel like weapons.
i wish you’d left me wondering.
if you never touched me i would’ve gone along with the righteous.
you made me feel important.
you made me feel important, then you tried to erase us.
you tried to erase us.
you’re a crisis of my faith.
if i’d only played it safe.
i miss who i used to be.
the tomb won’t close.
i regret you all the time.
i can’t let this go.
i fight with you in my sleep.
the wound won’t close.
i keep on waiting for a sign.
if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die?
living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts.
give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.
dear reader.
if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one.
just run.
pick somewhere and just run.
desert all your past lives.
if you don’t recognise yourself, that means you did it right.
never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.
bend when you can, snap when you have to.
you don’t have to answer just cause they asked you.
the greatest of luxuries is your secrets.
when you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss.
i prefer hiding in plain sight.
you should find another guiding light.
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and i wake with your memory over me, thats a real fuckin' legacy to leave
[sixteen] lee donghyuck x reader
: ̗̀➛ moodboard/aesthetic – then | [now]
[teaser] [read here]
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MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 6🍷🥀🔪
"And I wake with your memory over me. That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave” - Taylor Swift
Content includes: you being depressed! that's all
PT. 1 of Maroon I PT. 2 of Maroon I PT. 3 of Maroon |
PT. 4 of Maroon | PT. 5 of Maroon |
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You looked up, Danny Running into the police station with exhaustion on his face. "I came as fast as I could" "did you?" Tara questioned. He had become a suspect, not seeing him all day and now suddenly he appears, it was weird ."Guys, I'm scared" Mindy, who was always strong was scared, so the rest of you were horrified.
"I really don't wanna get hurt again" she mumbled. You took her hand into yours, placing your head on her shoulder. "Neither do I" Chads voice was shaky, cold, scared. The battle between the group and ghost Face was more than exhausting. You felt your will to live drain with every person you saw get hurt.
"I don't want you getting hurt again either, Chad" he rested his head on his twins shoulder, a soft "I know" escaping his lips. Sams was emotionless, eyes looking down as she thought, hard. "So what do we do now?" You sighed, Chads question going unanswered. None of you knew what to do, there was nothing you could do to make this stop. It was a never ending game and you weren't ready for the next level.
"Maybe he gets to win this time" Sam bit back on her lip, all of you looking up at her. "He wants to punish me, me. So maybe i let him" She stood up, defeat all over her face. "I'll just give myself up" she sniffed, shaking her head. You all looked at her with concern. "If this is what I have to do, to keep you safe. It's worth it" "No? We're not doing this, Sam. Alright? You loved back to Woodsboro to protect me, every singe day you make the decision to protect me. None of us would even be alive If it weren't for you" the three of you nodded, agreeing with Tara.
"You have to let us protect you this time" tears welled in her eyes, Sam shaking her head. "Yes, Sam...we're a Team? Remember?" You felt Mindy stand up, letting go of your hand. "Actually, we're a family" Chad smiled as he dragged you up, clapping. "Let's go! Fantastic 5! Come on" chad smiled at all of you, his face filling back with his classic smile.
"Fantastic five..yea okay" you felt bad for Danny, being excluded from the group. "It's an us thing" Chad added. "He's gonna keep coming after us" tears fell onto her cheeks, wiping them away with the sleeve of her jacket. "Isn't there somewhere safe we can just hol up in?" You almost forgot Quinn was still here, her presence not missed. "He's just gonna keep finding us" you answered, a sigh escaping her lips. "Great.."
"We could use that though..." you looked up at the group. "He keeps finding us, right? So what if we just go into a secure location and kill him...I mean it makes sense, we could use it to our advantage" the light bulb in your brain flickered with ideas. "Call Bailey" Tara grabbed her Phone, calling His Number.
"You want me to do what?" You could hear his confusion from over the phone, Tara going over the plan again. "And then what..?" You gulped, biting your lip with nerves. "We execute him" you waited for a response, scared that he wasn't gonna agree. "Are you gonna help us?" The silence was nerve wrecking. "Let's kill the son of a bitch" weight lifted off your shoulder, Chad patting you on the back.
"Now, I'm stuck here but Gale gave us the Key cards to the theater., It's got heavy surveillance and security cameras but we can use that against him. I'll tell Kirby to meet you there and I'll meet you kids as soon as i can" "Got it" you smiled, your plan already in action. "And remember, travel in public. The more people around you the less chance he has to take a shot at you before you get there" you chewed on the inside of your cheek, playing with the blood stained bracelets on your wrist.
"We should get going then" Quinn mumbled. "You guys really think this is gonna work?" You questioned your plan, everyone nodding. "Well it better, it's not like we have any better ideas" the walk to the Station was painful, crowds all over the streets of New York. Everyone was in costumes, what a fun way to spend your Halloween night.
"This plan feels junky" Quinn added, walking down the heavily crowded stairs. "You don't have to come if you don't want to" Tara spat. "So we just peel off and then the killer kills us off one by one? Yea, I think I'm good" "let's just get to the theater" you shook your head.
You followed Sam, taking a hold of her hand as she pushed inside the train. Chad and Tara followed behind. "Where's Mindy?" You furrowed your eyebrows, standing on your tiptoes to try and find her.
"Hey, Mindy! Mindy!" You watched as Chad tried to pull her in, blocked off by a stranger. "Fuck!" She banged against the door, a groan escaping your lips. "Well, we're fucked" you smiled awkwardly. "She's with Quinn right?" Sam asked. "Yea, great...shes alone with one of our suspects" chad mumbled.
"Shit..." you all looked at what Chad was looking at. Two masked figures mixed into the crowd. It was like a haunted house packed into a train, the masks varying from ghost face to jigsaw. "How many stops do we have?" Tara asked, Sam looking at the map. "Ten..." you all looked at each other again, heads shaking as you pulled out your phone. You opened Mindys text, reading it out loud. "Great, I'm stuck with gf. I'll meet you guys there" well, this plan is going really well!" You exaggerated. You began to question why you even brought up the idea. But it's not like anyone had anything better. It also just made the most sense.
The train made a stop, Scooting yourself back as you saw a ghost face mask walk towards your group. "Guys.." Cute boy stood in front of all of you, your paranoid states calming down as the mask man walked out of the train.
"Finally, come on let's go" You all walked out of the train station, Kirby waiting as you exited. "Hey, I talked to Bailey, we've got everything set up...where are Mindy and Quinn?" "They're 5 minutes behind us" you filled her in, walking into the dark alley to get into the theater. "Not you, Dan. Don't trust anyone...remember? We don't know you" it was safer if he didn't come, if he was ghost face than fuck, but if he wasn't it would be safer if he wasn't involved at all.
Your heart raced as you entered, looking around the familiar space. "I cleared the whole place before you got here, so this is the only way to get in it out. We've turned it into a kill box" "and...the weapons?" She pointed down to her belt. "One gun, and I hold onto it" Sam gave her a stare. "I'm the only one with a badge here, so that's the way it's gonna be, we're safe here"
"I'll check in with Mindy, see if they're close" sam and Tara took off their jackets. You tied Ethan's tightly around your waist, checking for the knife in your pocket. You started carrying one since Woodsboro, you knew it would come in handy.
You decided to wait upstairs by yourself, probably not the best idea but you knew you'd be safe. Chad and Tara wandered off, Sam in your eyesight as she stood on the stage.
You heard her phone ring, running up to the balcony before rushing down the stairs. "Sam" she turned, her eyes squinting as she took the call. "Get out of there Sam, you're not safe" You looked down at the phone in confusion, Bailey on the other line. "I heard from the Atlanta field office, they said agent Reeds has been on a downward spiral since the Woodsboro murders last year" "What is he talking about?" She shrugged, turning up the volume on her phone.
"They fired Kirby two months ago for being mentally unstable" You gave Sam a look, the both of you putting the pieces together. "She's no longer with the FBI" Your eyes widened before you ran towards the door. "No! Sam, it's locked, remember?" She tried to wiggle the door open, stopping as the lights shut off. "Where'd you get that knife?" "My dad's box.." she pulled your closer, holding the weapon out in front of her.
Your heart jumped as you heard a noise, a voice. Coming from the projector. There was a video playing on the ripped-up screen, no idea how it got down. "Oh...shit" it was a girl getting stabbed, murdered by someone in a ghost face mask. The two of you watched in horror, no words as the film continued to play.
"Could you put that thing down?" You asked and she shook her head. You heard a loud scream, glass breaking as you and Sam rushed towards the others. You swung open the door, scared as Tara screamed in pain. "Come on! Come on! Go, go" you panted as you ran, helping Tara stay up. "It's Kirby! She's the killer!" "No shit!" Chad ran towards the door. "That's locked!" You screamed, "She made this whole theater a kill box" you added, walking down.
"Hey! What about that? There's an Exit door! Maybe it leads to the roof or something?” You pointed, everyone, looking down at the ladder. "There's only one way to find out, come on let's go" "Baileys on his way by the-" You jumped back, Ghost Face waving his awful knife in front of you. “God, we’re fucked”
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Perspective's Sentence Starters; MIDNIGHTS by Taylor Swift (Part I)
LAVENDER HAZE
"Meet me at midnight."
"You don't ever say too much."
"You don't really read into my melancholia."
"You handled it beautifully."
"All this shit is new to me."
"I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."
"I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say."
"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."
"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride."
"The only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife."
"I find it dizzying."
"You weren't even listening."
"Talk your talk and go viral."
"I just need this love spiral."
"Get it off your chest."
"Get it off my desk."
"I just wanna stay."
MAROON
"We lost track of time again."
"You were my closest friend."
"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"
"I see you every day now."
"I chose you."
"So scarlet, it was maroon."
"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"
"Ain't that the way shit always ends?"
"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."
"I feel you, no matter what."
"I lost you."
"Looked up at the sky and it was maroon."
"I wake with your memory over me."
"That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave."
ANTI-HERO
"I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser."
"Midnights become my afternoons."
"My depression works the graveyard shift."
"All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room."
"I should not be left to my own devices."
"They come with prices and vices."
"I end up in crisis."
"Tale as old as time."
"I wake up screaming from dreaming."
"I'm the problem."
"I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror."
"It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero."
"I'm a monster on the hill."
"Pierced through the heart, but never killed."
"Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism?"
"I've realized all this time."
"Life will lose all its meaning."
"She's laughing up at us from hell!"
"It's me, I'm the problem, it's me."
SNOW ON THE BEACH
"I saw flecks of what could've been lights."
"It might just have been you."
"Life is emotionally abusive."
"Time can't stop me quite like you did."
"My flight was awful, thanks for asking."
"It's like snow at the beach."
"Weird but fuckin' beautiful."
"This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen."
"I've never seen someone lit from within."
"To hide that would be so dishonest."
"It's fine to fake it 'til you make it."
"I can't speak, afraid to jinx it."
"I don't even dare to wish it."
"Your eyes are flying saucers from another planet."
"Can this be a real thing, can it?"
"It's comin' down."
YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID
"Summer went away, still the yearning stays."
"I play it cool with the best of them."
"He's gonna notice me."
"We're the best of friends anyway."
"You're smoking with your boys."
"I didn't choose this town."
"I dream of getting out."
"There's just one who could make me stay all my days."
"I waited ages to see you there."
"I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that you never cared."
"You're on your own, kid."
"You always have been."
"I picked the petals, he loves me not."
"Something different bloomed."
"I'll run away."
"I called a taxi to take me there."
"My dreams aren't rare."
"I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this."
"The jokes weren't funny."
"I took the money."
"My friends from home don't know what to say."
"I saw something they can't take away."
"There were pages turned with the bridges burned."
"Everything you lose is a step you take."
"You've got no reason to be afraid."
"Yeah, you can face this."
"You're on your own, kid. You always have been."
MIDNIGHT RAIN
"He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain."
"He wanted a bride, I was making my own name."
"He stayed the same."
"All of me changed like midnight."
"My town was a wasteland."
"But for some, it was paradise."
"My boy was a montage."
"I broke his heart 'cause he was nice."
"He was sunshine, I was midnight rain."
"But for him, it's every day."
"All the love we unravel."
"The life I gave away."
"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted."
"He never thinks of me except for when I'm on TV."
"I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted."
"I never think of him except on midnights like this."
QUESTION...?
"I remember."
"We had one thing goin' on."
"I swear that it was somethin'."
I don't remember who I was before you."
"You painted all my nights a color I've searched for since."
"One thing after another."
"Fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications."
"I just may like some explanations."
"Can I ask you a question?
"Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?"
"Then what did you do?"
"Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night?"
"Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight?"
"She said it was too much."
"Do you wish you could still touch her?"
"It's just a question."
"Did you realize out of time?"
"She was on your mind with some dickhead guy."
"It was one drink after another."
"Fuckin' politics and gender roles."
"You're not sure and I don't know."
"I just may like to have a conversation."
"Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?"
"What's that that I heard?"
"That you're still with her?"
"That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable."
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AND I WAKE WITH YOUR MEMORY OVER ME! THAT'S A REAL FUCKIN' LEGACY....,.,,. to leave.
#if maroon has 100 fans i am one of them etc whatever that saying is#i'm not typing it all out you get it
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29092023; i wake with your memory over me, thats a real fuckin legacy to leave // loving down to your battle scars
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And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave
- or in which pearl watches rivusa edits on youtube and gets inspired
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Hello! This is for the ask game you posted. Hope it's okay.
Song line: And I wake with your memory over me, that's a real fuckin' legacy to leave (Maroon by T.Swift)
Character: Leon Kennedy (can be RE4 or older)
And I wake with your memory over me,
That's a real fucking legacy to leave
You hate waking up to an empty bed. The sheets that were once warm with him are now ice cold. You place your hand there, as if expecting something different, only to be welcomed with nothing.
You know he left for work. It would always be work and nothing else. It's a bittersweet type of feeling, knowing he doesn't want to leave yet has to. Bills have to be paid somehow.
You notice a yellow piece of paper on your nightstand and immediately grab it. Leon's messy handwriting greeted you.
Hey, sweetheart. Sorry I had to leave so soon, but you know how it is. I was going to wake you up, but you were knocked out so I don't think I would’ve been able to.
I'll call you later today. Love you.
A part of you didn't want to get your hopes up. Work leaves him so busy he forgets he has a phone. But the other part, who loves him so deeply, wants to believe he will.
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and I WAKE with your memory. OVER ME! that’s a rEAl fuckIN legacy. ✨ legacy ✨
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Spell Your URL
I was tagged by @thefathersbride to spell pout my URL. Thank you for the tag, friend, I always appreciate the tag, even if I'm not as active here as I used to be😊
Tagging @nightwingshero @deputyash @teamhawkeye @meatcrimes @dolphinitley @chazz-anova @unclefungusthegoat @swannscroft @decertatio @lulu2992 @alexxmason @seasidefanasties and to whoever sees this and wants to do it! No pressure, as always😊
Rules: Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC/pairings, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!
Girls by girl in red
“I’ve been hiding for so long, these feelings they’re not gone / Could I tell anyone?” for Iris
Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men
“You’re gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear / All that’s left is a ghost of you” for Layla Rook and Eli/Hudson
Out of My League by Fitz and the Tantrums
“‘Cause you were out of my league, all the things I believed / You were just the right kind, Yeah, you were more than just a dream” for Maddie and Sanji
Wherever I Go by OneRepublic
“I know I could lie, but I won’t lie to you / Wherever I go, you’re the ghost in the room” for Iris and Faith
What Kind of Man by Florence + the Machine
“You do such damage, how do you manage? Tryna crawl in back for more / And with one kiss, you inspired a fire of devotion that lasted 20 years / What kind of man loves like this?” for Tess Rook-Shepherd and Jacob
Opheliac by Emilie Autumn
“Whether I swim or sink, that’s no concern of yours now / How could you possibly think, you had the power to keep me breathing as the water rises up again / Before I slip away” for Iris
Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac
“Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn’t you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?” for Layla Rook
Maroon by Taylor Swift
“And I wake with your memory over me / That’s a real fuckin’ legacy to leave” for Tess Rook-Shepherd and Jacob
Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA
“Do I really see what’s in her mind? Each time I think I’m close to knowing, she keeps on growing / Slipping through my fingers all the time” for Tess Rook-Shepherd and Hazel/Fern Shepherd (her daughters)
Medusa by Heather Dale
“Damn ‘em all, I create my own perfection / Damn ‘em all in the face of their rejection / Damn ‘em all, well this dog will have its day / My garden’s full of pretty men who couldn’t stay away” for Iris
I’m Still Here by John Rzeznik
“And what do you think you’d ever say? I won’t listen anyway, you don’t know me / And I’ll never be what you want me to be” for Kotone Starling
Trouble by P!nk
“You think you’re right, but you were wrong / You tried to take me, but I knew all along / You can’t take me for a ride / I’m not a now, so you better run and hide” for Layla Rook
Hurt by Johnny Cash
“I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel / I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real…Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything” for Iris
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The Last Hours as Midnights
it’s long overdue. been in my notes for a while
lavender haze : cordelia and james
“And you don’t really read into my melancholia. I’ve been under scrutiny. You handle it beautifully. All this shit is new to me. I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me.”
maroon : anna and ariadne
“And I wake with your memory, over me. That’s a real fuckin’ legacy, to leave. The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me. And how the blush rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was (maroon).”
anti-hero : matthew
“I should not be left to my own devices. They come with prices and vices. I end up in crises, tale as old as time. I wake up screaming from dreaming. One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving, ‘cause you got tired of my scheming.”
snow on the beach : lucie and jesse
“I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it. I don’t even dare to wish it. But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet. Now I’m all for you like Janet. Can this be a real thing, can it?”
you’re on your own kid : alastair
“I’ll run away. From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes. I called a taxi to take me there. I searched the party of better bodies, just to learn that my dreams aren’t rare. You’re on your own, kid. You always have been.”
midnight rain : grace
“My town was a wasteland. Full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders. But for some, it was paradise. My boy was a montage. A slow-motion, love potion, jumping off things in the ocean. I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice.”
question…? : matthew and cordelia
“Good girl, sad boy, big city, wrong choices. We had one thing goin’ on. I swear that it was somethin’. ‘Cause I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights, a color I’ve searched for since.”
vigilante shit : cordelia
“You did some bad things, but I’m the worst of them. Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie. They say looks can kill, and I might try. I don’t dress for women, I don’t dress for men, lately, I’ve been dressing for revenge.”
bejeweled : anna (& ariadne)
“And we’re dancing all night. And you can try, to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line. What’s a girl gonna do? A diamond’s gotta shine. Best believe I’m still bejeweled.”
labyrinth : alastair (& thomas)
“Lost in the labyrinth of my mind. Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile. You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back.”
karma : lucie
“Sweet like justice, karma is a queen. Karma takes all my friends to the summit. Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me. ‘Cause karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend.”
sweet nothing : matthew and james
“I wrote a poem. You say, ‘what a mind’, this happens all the time. Ooh… ‘Cause they said the end is coming. Everyone’s up to something. I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.”
mastermind : grace
“What if I told you none of it was accidental, and the first night that you saw me nothing was gonna stop me. I laid the groundwork, and then just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line.”
characters from @cassandraclare
lyrics by @taylorswift
stay tuned for 3am edition ;)
#the last hours#shadowhunters#tsc#tlh#chain of thorns#chain of iron#chain of gold#jordelia#thomastair#ghostwriter#blackdale#grace blackthorn#matthew fairchild#james herondale#cordelia carstairs#thomas lightwood#alastair carstairs#lucie herondale#anna x ariadne#anna lightwood#arianna#ariadne bridgestock#kamala joshi#heronchild#fairstairs#cassandra clare#taylor swift#midnights#taylor swift x shadowhunters
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