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Erase Me - jj maybank x reader
summary: after a heavy breakup you and JJ Maybank confront each other about the impact this breakup had on you.
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, break up
word count: 2.2k
author's note: this was inspired by the song "Erase Me" by Lizzy McAlpine. I wrote this about a year ago when I felt really down and it's very emotionally heavy imo. it's written from the reader's point of view and reader is not marked down with a specific gender
link to the fic on ao3
The constant hammering on my door woke me up. His old shirt was hanging loosely from my body as I got up and walked to the front door to open it.
There were tears in his anger filled eyes as he looked at me.
"Did you do it? Did you sleep with him?" He was leaning against the railing opposite the door to my apartment. An apartment that we had called our home once. A home we had chosen together, thinking we'd always stay together. Making it our home because the two of us were all that mattered back then.
"I-" I tried to form an answer but he interrupted me immediately.
"Deny it. Say it isn't real." Yet I stayed silent, lying would've only made things worse.
"Wow. Thank you for your honesty," he scoffed and then he was gone. All while I was still standing there trying to figure out how all of this came to be.
The tears started flowing as soon as I heard his bike roar and watched him drive away. Not even a shower could've helped me calm myself down. Seeing him had brought everything back, all the pain and the guilt. I knew that I shouldn't have to feel guilty about what I had done. Of course it had been a mistake but if he hadn't left me in the first place, I would have never been in this position.
I got dressed, my eyes still filled with an insurmountable amount of tears, and drove to the Château. We had rebuilt it after the fire, it had taken so long but it had been worth it. I hadn't been there since our first party after we finished.
The only place where he could be was here, even after everything it was the only place he felt safe.
"JJ!" I screamed after slamming the door of my car and walking towards the porch.
"Don't you think you have done enough?" John B came running out and built himself up in front of me, stopping me from moving closer towards the house.
"Because you know everything right? Because he told you everything?" I was so angry at him, at all of them. I pushed JB to the side so I could look at JJ.
"You left me! You did that! I had nothing to do with that!" I yelled at my ex-boyfriend.
He jumped up and came at me in full rage. "You slept with Rafe!"
"I made a mistake after you broke up with me! That's hardly comparable, don't you think?" I spat out, there was still a huge gap between the two of us because I knew I wouldn't be allowed closer anyway. JJ ran his hands through his hair, something he always did when he was uncomfortable, but I kept going anyway.
"I was alone at home for a whole month. A whole month, JJ! I didn't leave the apartment because you left me! No one gave a shit about me or how I was feeling. The people that are supposed to be my friends chose you and I don't even blame them. But it still hurts, it won't stop hurting. Because you left!"
Kiara and Pope had come out of the house and now everyone was looking at me while I was having an emotional breakdown in front of the porch, but I didn't care about them. My eyes were solely fixed on him.
"Don't you think I would turn back time if I could?" he yelled at me.
"I don't know. I feel like I never knew you, because you promised me to never leave me and then you did! And I was miserable for a whole month, and no one reached out to me to even just see if I was still alive-" I stopped my yelling for a few seconds to gather my thoughts and started talking quieter. "I know I made a mistake, I know that, but after everything it was nice to just have someone who cared, okay? Can you blame me for wanting to have someone who just listened to me? Just for one night? I had the choice of staying at home again and being miserable or getting drunk and being around people even if they didn't care, at least I wouldn't be alone for a short time."
"Stop trying to make excuses for what you did!" he was yelling at me, but I stayed quiet which seemed to enrage him more.
"J, I'm not making excuses." I gently shook my head, tears streaming down my face as I looked into his anguished eyes. "I'm trying to explain myself. I'm trying to get you to understand why it happened. I don't need your pity, JJ. I just need you to understand it, okay? It doesn't even matter that it was him. I don't care about him. But for a short moment he was the only one I had and he cared about me and I made a mistake because I felt a sense of security that I had been missing for so long." I took a step forward but was immediately stopped by JB who placed his hand on my shoulder. I didn't care that he was restraining me, I was still only focused on the blond boy in front of me.
"You destroyed me. You ripped out my heart and tore it to pieces long before I made this drunken mistake. Do you understand that? Sometimes you seem to forget that your actions have consequences, and if you had wanted to fix things, if you had wanted to not hurt me, then you wouldn't have left me like this." I really didn't want to sob anymore than I already was so I quickly turned around and left again. No one followed me, not like I had expected anything to happen anyway, but it hurt nevertheless.
On my drive home I thought back to the night. I had drowned my pain in alcohol, not wanting to feel a single thing, and Rafe had looked after me. It was weird, I hadn't seen him after we had left for El Dorado months before. But he was there and he was nice and gentle. He made me feel safe, which confused me even more since he had all so often tried to kill me and my friends.
We talked most of the night, I don't remember much other than crying and talking, and then a kiss and everything else was a blur.
I had woken up next to him feeling like absolute shit. Not only because I had just made a huge mistake but also because there was no way that I could recover from this socially. I was still too intoxicated to walk, but somehow I had made it down the stairs of the mansion and some girl had offered to drive me home. After that rumors about the night started spreading like wildfire.
But all I could think of was that JJ would find out in the worst way possible. Even after everything I was still more focused on him being okay than on myself. I didn't let myself fall back into self-destructive behavior for the whole month we had been apart, not because I didn't want to, but because I knew it would hurt him more to see me in pain than I could ever hurt myself.
I hated love. I hated the stupid universe for doing this to us, to me. I hated him for leaving me.
As soon as I got home, I got a text on my phone. Rafe. "Call me." I ignored it, nothing good would ever come of it. I changed back into JJ's old shirt. It didn't even smell like him anymore, but it was the only way I could feel at least a tiny bit less sad.
Three days went by where I didn't do anything. I didn't eat at all and barely drank enough water to stay alive. My whole life I had been abused and in pain because of it, but I had never felt this horrible. I didn't know how to deal with this type of pain. It encapsulated my whole being and the only thing I knew that would help me through it, was the guy that brought it all to live.
It was light in the night when I heard keys turn in the door and then footsteps as the door fell into its lock. I took the knife from my bedside table and walked into the living room.
JJ was just standing there, only illuminated by the small night light that I had on behind the couch.
"I think I broke his jaw," he slurred while looking at his bloody hands.
The knife fell to the tiled floor with a loud clatter as I ran into his arms. I didn't care about what had happened. He was there, he was home and he embraced me with the same tightness as always.
"I'm sorry, my love," JJ whispered against my neck, his tears running down my back.
I really didn't want to let go of him, but I needed to tend to his wounds so I walked him into the bedroom. He sat down on my side of the bed while I took out the first aid kid, just like I had done so many times before.
He took off his jacket and then his shirt. His abdomen was covered in bruises and small cuts. I cleaned his wounds and he flinched every single time that I had to press the cleaning pad against a wound.
"Are you okay? Anything broken?" I asked quietly and he shook his head. "Is he still alive?" I tipped JJ's head up with my finger so he had to look at me.
"Why do you care?" His eyes were filled with pain and anger.
"I need to know if I have to deal with you getting assault or murder charges. He won't let this go, you know that." I tried my best not to enrage him more because I was too scared that he would run away from me again.
"He's alive and well. He was laughing the whole time, I wanted to kill him," JJ mumbled and went back to looking at his bruised up knuckles.
I got up and put the kit away. "You should sleep. I'm gonna take the couch."
He grabbed my hand as I wanted to walk away. "Don't. Stay, please."
"I don't know if that would be wise," I whispered and tried to avoid his sad eyes as much as I could. I didn't want to drown in him again, to lose myself in how good he could make me feel. His actions had scarred me and I really didn't want to get hurt even more than I already was.
"I need you, I do. And I was stupid to push you away and it took me way too long to understand it all, all right? I'm not okay and it's worse when you aren't there. I know that it's all my fault. Can you forgive me? Not immediately, I know that's too much to ask, but in the future, could you forgive me for everything I did?" he pleaded.
"You should sleep," I said and walked into the bathroom, leaving him behind. I scrolled through my gallery, specifically all the pictures we had taken over the last year of being together. It hurt to see how happy we had been but it gave me hope too. Maybe it was stupid to do so, but I had already decided to forgive him the moment he stepped foot back into our home. I convinced myself that it was the right choice because the thought of losing him forever was unbearable. It hurt more to know he could be happy with anyone else than it had when I had thought him dead after falling off the Coastal Venture, or his bike accident.
"Don't ignore me." Another text from Rafe popped up on my screen and ripped me out of my thoughts.
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Rafe Cameron: Don't ignore me.
Me: I was drunk and I made a mistake.
Me: Stop texting me.
Me: I am not interested, bye.
Rafe Cameron: He's back, isn't he.
Rafe Cameron: He nearly killed me tonight.
Rafe Cameron: Does that not matter?
Me: Leave me alone!
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I put my phone down and went to bed. JJ was lying on his side, eyeing me as I walked in and lied down beside him.
"That's my shirt," he noted quietly, but I didn't reply.
"Can I- can I hug you?" The insecurity was all present in his voice, he had never been like this, not when it came to me.
I turned around to look at him. "Are you gonna leave me again?"
He shook his head rapidly. "No. I'm sorry that I did that in the first place."
I moved closer and he put his arms around me. Just minutes later he was asleep and I rolled over so his head was lying on my chest. I started playing with his hair, just like I had always done. It felt nice to pretend like nothing had ever happened. His scent filled me up like a fresh breeze of air, the smell of saltwater and weed and just him. I fell asleep and had my first dreamless night since he had left me.
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request for jude plsss :) maybe jude taking reader to his training and make it fluffy
WC: 2.2k
Being in a long distance relationship is hard as you can't just spend time together whenever you want but it does mean that time spent together is extra special and always savoured. This is exactly what life is like for me and Jude. The two of us began dating when he was back in England one summer and before he left to go back to Germany we promised each other that we would really try to make long distance work and we have as two years later we are still together. Whenever we can we will see each other whether it's him coming over here when he has a few days off or me going to see him over breaks from uni. When I was applying to universities I looked at a few in Germany so that I could be closer to Jude but he told me not to move all the way out there just for him so I decided to stay in England to get my degree.
Now that my first year is officially over I have a good few months off and the first thing I did was book a plane ticket to go and see Jude. The idea is for us to spend the rest of the season in Germany and then head back home for the rest of the summer. My flight arrived late yesterday afternoon and since then Jude and I have done nothing but cuddle and enjoy each other's company. We talk at some point every day but we still spent hours catching up on things that had happened that we hadn't mentioned to each other. It was so nice to be alone together for once but sadly that can't last forever as Jude still has to go to training.
In the many times I have been to visit Jude I have never been to one of his training sessions I have been to plenty of games but never to a training session. This morning Jude asked me if I wanted to go with him and before I could give him an answer he started begging me to go as he wanted to introduce me to his teammates properly for the first time. Of course I agreed to go but I can't lie I'm a bit nervous about it. I have met a few of Jude's teammates mostly the ones he is closest to but I have never had proper conversations with any of them so the thought of meeting all these people at once is a bit daunting. It's very obvious that Jude's teammates care for him which means they are going to judge me to see if they think I'm really right for Jude which is what's making me so nervous.
Jude was so happy that I was coming to training with him that I decided to keep my nerves to myself and just get ready to go. By the time I was ready Jude had made breakfast for both of us which was only some porridge but honestly that's for the best otherwise he would've burnt the house down. After eating we had a bit of time until we needed to leave so Jude dragged me to the sofa and pulled me on top of him so that we could sit together. We watched some tiktoks together as he wanted to show me some funny tiktoks he'd see and then we ended up scrolling through his for you page which was so random as it had clips from tv shows, prank videos and then edits of him or other players. There was a few videos from one creator that he kept skipping through until I stopped him wanting to see what they were. Turns out they were all different date ideas some of which he'd saved for when we were finally together again which I thought was so cute.
The time we had disappeared in no time and before I knew it we needed to leave for training and I got all nervous again. I think Jude could tell I was nervous as he held my hand for the entire car journey and he even let me play my music which he always says he hates even though we like a few of the same songs. When we arrived there was fans waiting outside like there always is on game days hoping to see the players and get them to take pictures. I always hate this part as I don't like having people film me or take pictures of me as I like to keep myself off of social media as much as possible. As we arrived Jude drove in as quickly as he could and he told me to duck my head while he put his hand in front of my face to stop anyone getting pictures of me which I appreciated.
By the time Jude had parked the car I was really starting to feel nervous especially when I saw a few of his teammates walking in as it dawned on me that I'd have to talk to all of them at once. Meeting new people always makes me anxious but I get worse when I have to meet a big group of people as it always just feels like there is so many eyes on me. I'm almost more nervous to meet Jude's teammates than I was to meet his parents as at least then I knew what I was getting myself into but now I have no idea what's going to happen.
"You don't need to be so nervous babe I promise they will all love you" Jude said taking me out of the spiral I'd found myself in
"Are you sure I mean we're so different what if they think we aren't right for each other" I said
"They aren't going to think that remember opposites attract and I'm definitely very attracted to you" he said making me laugh
After Jude's pep talk I felt a lot better so we went in together and he walked all the way to the pitch with me so I knew where to go before he went all the way back to change. I wasn't on my own for long as Jude came running back with a few of his teammates before beckoning me over. As I walked over more of the team came out and they all stood watching me walk towards them which made my cheeks heat up as it was really awkward having so many people stare at me. When I got close enough Jude put an arm around my waist and pulled me into his side to press a kiss on my cheek which made me blush more than I already was.
"Guys this is my girlfriend y/n" Jude said
"Hi it's nice to finally meet you guys" I said
They all introduced themselves to me and gave me a hug which I wasn't expecting but it made me feel a lot more comfortable. They all asked some questions about me to get to know me better some of which I'm sure Jude will have told them but they still took an interest anyway. The more I spoke to them the more confident I was feeling so I let my guard down a little to show my real personality as I was holding back a bit to start with until I was feeling more comfortable. At some point I looked up at Jude who still had his arm around my waist and he had a big smile on his face which made me smile more too. As I turned back to continue talking to all the guys he leant down and kissed my head which made me blush like it does every time he kisses me in front of people.
It wasn't long before the guys actually had to start training so I went and sat back down to watch them. As they trained I was thinking about how I'd never be able to do any of what they do I like to think I'm fit as I go to the gym when I can but I would never be able to train as hard as they do or run for 90 plus minutes in games. I also took the opportunity to watch Jude train and see the way his muscles flexed and how the sweat formed on his forehead making him look incredibly hot. Jude also took every chance he got to look over to me and smirk if he could tell I'd been staring or blow kisses my way. At one point we had a bit of a staring contest which I lost but it was because Jude was making me blush so much that I had to look away or else I think I would've died.
Eventually all the guys were done with training so I made my way back over to Jude ready to go home and enjoy the rest of the day together. Completely out of nowhere he came running over and picked me up over his shoulder and brought me into the middle of the pitch where all the other guys were stood before putting me down. Despite putting me down he still had his arms tightly wrapped around my waist almost as if he was trying to stop me getting away from him.
"You two do know we are stood right here right" Mats teased
"You are so whipped man" Gio added
"I am not" Jude defended
"You definitely are we all saw the way you looked at y/n for the entirety of training and you can't keep your hands off her" Gio said
"Ok fine maybe I am but at least I have the prettiest girlfriend" Jude said giving in knowing he wasn't going to win this argument
The boys teased him for that even more before I managed to stop them by asking why we were stood in the middle of the pitch instead of going back in. Jude told me he wanted to put my football skills to the test which I absolutely didn't want to do but I couldn't get myself out of it as Jude wouldn't let me. The two of us have played with each other just in the garden a few times and I am yet to get more than a few meters before Jude gets the ball off of me so my skills are non existent.
To begin with a few of the other guys stayed behind and we started simple by just passing the ball to each other which I got the hang of quickly. Jude then tried getting me to control the ball from in the air which was much harder but after a few tips I managed to do it a few times. The guys really put me through my paces in testing my dribbling, passing and footwork skills which were all mediocre at best but Jude was proud of me and cheering me on which made me feel good. Before allowing me to stop Jude wanted to see if I could score a penalty so of course he made the tallest player go into the goal and gave me the ball so I could set it up how I wanted. First he gave me some advice on how to hit the ball and the best places to aim for statically which didn't really help as I don't know if I can even kick the ball hard enough in the first place.
Jude gave me one last good luck kiss before standing back to watch. For some reason I felt like I was actually in a penalty shootout and all of a sudden I wanted nothing more than to actually score despite knowing deep down the odds were stacked against me. I could hear Jude cheering my name as I took my run up and kicked the ball with my right foot thinking that was my better foot. Everything moved in slow motion as the ball headed towards the top corner of the goal and then hit the back of the net as it wasn't stopped on its way. In an instant Jude had ran over and started throwing me in the air before covering my face in kisses.
"That was amazing she's better than you bro" Karim said
"I don't know about that but thank you" I said
"No I vote we get rid of Jude and have you join the team" Gio laughed
"Hey don't disrespect your captain" Jude said
"Maybe they have a point love I mean surely I can only get better with more practice right" I teased
"Bringing you here was a mistake now you're on their side not mine" Jude joked
"What can I say they believe in my abilities" I laughed not able to take myself seriously
We all joked a bit more until all the guys headed into the locker room to change although I could still hear them teasing Jude while I was stood outside. Eventually he came back out and took hold of my hand so we could walk back to the car together. Jude used the journey home to tell me that I had no need to be nervous and he was right all of his teammates were really nice and I fell like I could become good friends with some of them which I didn't expect when I got here this morning. Turns out going to training with Jude was a lot of fun and I might just have to do it again.
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haikyuu characters as taylor swift songs (the break ups)
a/n: time-skip canonically exists and that's what i'm clearly using
in honor of the eras tour starting up, here are some t swift songs that would encapsulate what a break up with certain haikyuu characters would look like; i only did a few because this shit took some tiiiime ok
i'm gonna hurt myself with this one.
masterlist
would've, could've, should've
"god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be" "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first" "and now that i'm grown i'm scared of ghosts, memories feel like weapons, and now that i know, i wish you'd left me wondering"
the effects of a break up with him lasts longer than you would like, following you for months after and even into the relationships you try to have afterwards. everything reminds you of him. if loving him meant you were left feeling like this, you would've rather never loved him at all. the break up with him literally breaks you.
-oikawa, atsumu, suna
midnight rain
"he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain" "i broke his heart 'cause he was nice, he was sunshine, i was midnight rain" "and he never thinks of me"
you're the problem. he was the nice guy that you should've chose, but you didn't. years of bad relationships had scarred you for the worse. the problem was that he was perfect, too perfect, and you were broken. better to run while you still had the chance, you convince yourself it was inevitable and he was just too nice to end things. you would ruin it for the both of you, he would find better.
-hinata, bokuto, suga
cardigan
"you drew stars around my scars, but not i'm bleeding" "i knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs" "i knew i'd curse you for the longest time...i knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired" "i knew you'd come back to me"
it's a constant game of back and forth that you grew sick of. you were done being a second choice. there are a lot of regrets after the break up, but you get over it faster than he does. it takes longer for him to realize it, and by that time, you've moved on. he's texting you, begging you to take him back, blowing up your phone with voicemails, sending flowers to your work. eventually you block him. you still love him, but you choose yourself this time.
-osamu, ushijima, kageyama
exile
"i think i've seen this film before, and i didn't like the ending, you're not my homeland anymore, so what am i defending now" "i can see you staring honey, like he's just your understudy" "you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs)"
the fallout is slow, you've fought and broken up so many times recently that it's no surprise this last time. what is surprising is when he sees you with someone new, looking happier than you ever did with him. he thought it was like every other time, he thought you'd get back together. the confusion on his face is clear, the anger is quick. how could he have missed the resentment growing within you? he'd never stop trying to come back into your life. sometimes you'd let him back in. every time, you'd regret it.
-kenma, akaashi, kita
all too well
"you kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath" "maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much, maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up" "you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest"
it's perfect until it's not. the worst are the conversations toward the end of it all. he's hurting you, but he won't let you go, sacrificing your happiness for his comfort in a dead relationship. you cry loaded tears and he makes barren promises. the break up isn't even the end of it. you can't escape him, having to share your friends with one another and working so close to each other. you want so badly to be over him, but the wound rips open at every reminder of his constant presence in your life. he won't let you go completely, but he won't ever love you the way you deserve.
-kuroo, iwaizumi, sakusa
#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu x you#oikawa x reader#atsumu x reader#suna x reader#hinata x reader#bokuto x reader#suga x reader#osamu x reader#ushijima x reader#kageyama x reader#kenma x reader#akaashi x reader#kita x reader#kuroo x reader#iwaizumi x reader#sakusa x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu masterlist#haikyuu angst#haikyu x reader#haikyu angst
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I’ve been thinking a lot about car sex when it’s raining outside with Vernon and an amazing playlist to the beat of a Chase Atlantic song
Ah okay so sorry for the wait on this 😭😭😭😭 I kept bouncing between writing this and other things but hope you enjoy it though! I got a tiny bit carried away sooooo some tw: mentions of cheating (BUT NOT LIKE THAT) daddy kink but jokingly, riding, and unprotected sex ehehehee
9/12 update: [sequel-ish]
🎶 I'm driving too fast in my Lincoln Town car
And I think, I just might flip it over
I've been in a rage and I'm headed your way
With the devil on my fucking shoulders 🎶
Hot, humid gusts that rush across your cheekbones from the open window are sated by the cool air conditioning blowing from the car's vents. It gives your skin a dewy glow under the passing streetlights that shine against the dark grey clouds dulling the faint twinkles of city lights in the distance. Laying your head against the headrest, you close your eyes and suck in a deep inhale.
"Do you wanna stop?"
You peek at the driver's windswept hair and his sharp gaze focused on the highway he's speeding down.
"Nah. Not until you've driven out all that rage of yours."
He snorts. "You're not scared?"
"And why would I be?" You turn your body to face him. "You'd never hurt me, Hansol."
"Yeah? You believe that?"
"Of course." It's not simply blind trust you place in your best friend. It's utter certainty. "I feel a ton better riding shotgun because I know you won't go over the legal max speed limit and you won't be driving to Areum's house."
"What? Why are we talking about her so suddenly?"
You tsk and pat his thigh consolingly, ignoring how he tenses up.
"You don't have to pretend with me but just know that the guy she was with tonight, she'll definitely end up cheating on him too." His noncommittal response only encourages you to keep talking. "Dude has nothing on you, by the way. Ugly as hell. Prolly rotten personality too. Trash belongs with trash."
Vernon shoots you a side-eye, another sly glance at what you wore to the club before pivoting his gaze back to the road with a raised eyebrow.
"You think I'm good-looking," he bluffs with a smirk. All in an effort to try and shake the image of your crossed legs perched up on his dashboard, heels long discarded under the bottom of the seat, and that tiny skirt riding up way past your thighs — haunting visuals that threaten to be engraved into his memory.
"Duh. I've told you that a million times."
"You say things like my outfit looks nice. Not me, specifically."
"Omigod, excuse me? Yes. You're good-looking. Super hot!"
"Fuckable?"
You pinch the bridge of your nose. "You're in rare form tonight, 'Sol. Do you even need to ask? Jeonghan's girlfriend's friend was practically eye-fucking you the whole time."
"Yeah, but – "
"Take back the confidence that cheater tried to beat out of you. You could've gone home with someone just as hot as you. Meddle about with them and such."
🎶 You got me down on my knees
It's getting harder to breathe out
We only met each other just the other day
But you already got me feeling some type of way
Now if I could figure it out
I'd take you back to my house
So we could meddle about 🎶
"Is that what you were going to do with that bastard?"
"Who? Which one?"
"The last one you were dancing with." Vernon scowls when you giggle.
"I danced with several, silly. Hm, oh! The one you called me away from? Didn't get his name, you know him?"
The memory of a stranger's grubby hands daring to trace your exposed skin as you swayed to the techno beat had his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. "No."
"Ah," you sigh in disappointment, "but I would've liked to get to know him."
"So, you would've actually gone with him. What if he was a serial killer or something?"
"I can take care of myself, Vernon."
The sharp change in your tone has him flinching, a name he usually goes by suddenly unfamiliar when it comes out of your lips. He knows how independent and strong you are. It's what makes you sparkle and shine apart from others, what draws everyone to you. But that doesn't mean he shouldn't worry about you. The yearning for you to lean on him every so often is strong — especially when it feels that he's the one always relying on you.
🎶 I'm too phased, it's too late
But coming down is all I ever do, babe, yeah
And I'm so down if you're ready, and I'm floating but I'm heavy
And I'll show you if you let me, girl 🎶
"I… I know that — "
Vernon is cut off when tiny rain droplets starting to dot the window abruptly turn into a deluge of water he can barely see through. Cursing under his breath, he slows down and takes the next approaching exit, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye again. You're calm but quiet, rolling up the window before crossing your arms. Knowing he'll keep you safe as always. Even if you’re a little pissed off at him right now.
He waits until he's pulled into an old shopping parking lot to speak again. The rain hits the roof of the car at a steady pace, almost drowning out the Chase Atlantic song playing on the radio. Unbuckling the seatbelt, he shifts in his seat to gaze at you although you avoid at looking him for the first time in a while.
"You really do trust in me, huh?" He acknowledges and you roll your eyes.
"Didn't I say I did? But that doesn't mean you have to act like you're my dad when it comes to who I flirt with. I always tell someone when I'm leaving and who I'm going with."
Vernon is aware of that, the 'someone' usually being him as he watches you slip your hand in some random guy's for the night. Leaving him behind without a second glance, a brilliant smile on your pretty lips.
"Besides," you continue, "instead of worrying about me, have a little fun yourself. It's what you deserve after that shitty breakup. It just sucks she somehow shows up at every place we're at."
"I'm not trying to be your dad. But… I could be your daddy."
"What?" Lightning strikes but it's not from outside. Your eyes flash with something when you whip your head to face him in shock. "What did you just say?"
🎶 Push a little further on the edge
Crawl a little further on the bed, babe
I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red
She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay" 🎶
He clears his throat, fidgeting in his seat. "I'm not saying I'm into that o-or that you have to be, I'm just — Fuck." He meets your electrifying gaze with his smoldering one as his voice lowers. "Don't you know how much I want you?"
"Vern — "
"Hansol," he corrects, "love it when you call me that. Only you."
The name he rarely goes by anymore never sounded better falling breathlessly out of your lips when he leans across the console. It's not a challenge, it's a suggestion — one you accept by pressing your lips against his.
It's something both of you have dreamed of for so long. Never the right time or place. But here, underneath the stormy night sky in his black Volkswagen Jetta, Vernon tastes like stardust and the Twix bars he's always stealing from your cupboard.
You're not sure when you ended up in his lap but you can't complain as you run your fingers through the waves of his hair. Pressed up against him in such a tight space. The flurry of emotions has goosebumps raising on your skin and he pulls away, panting harshly. Your foreheads are touching as you gaze at each other.
"I can't believe you want me," he almost laughs in disbelief. "Is this real or am I dreaming?"
"Of course, you're not dreaming. I do want you. Always have. None of your partners ever treated you right." You roll your hips as a test and Vernon's low moan of your name only amplifies your confidence. "How could they when they weren't me?"
He slides his seat back, the sudden motion causing you to slam a hand against the window to try to steady yourself and avoid throwing your weight against him. But that's exactly what Vernon wants. Using the momentum to cup the round cheeks of your ass, he positions you right where the tip of his hard cock pokes against his jeans. You can feel him through the scrap of fabric that's a sorry excuse for panties, already ruined.
"You're so wet, baby," he murmurs against your lips. "All for me, yeah? No one else, no other guy could soak your pussy like me, right?"
Even if it was a lie (which it wasn't), you can only agree because Vernon doesn't move an inch until a resounding yes leaves your lips. It's another scrambled blur as you fight to unclasp his belt and jeans in the small space you have. It feels intimate and raw.
Just like your love for him.
You let out a relieved sigh when his cock is in your hand and Vernon echoes it, throwing his head back. You'd moved down a bit so you could jerk him off easier, giggling at how he twitches when he feels the heat of your pulsating cunt leaking all over his thigh.
"Wish I could suck you off, Nonnie," you whisper in his ear and he groans. "Feel the weight of your heavy dick against my tongue, lap you up like my favorite lollipop. Mhm, bet you taste so good. Your other partners were afraid to take you down their throat 'cause you're so deliciously big. But I wouldn't be." Your other hand gently strokes his cheek. "'Cause you'd never hurt me. Ever. Isn't that right, my sweet boy?"
Vernon's eyes snap back open, grasping at your wrist. "Yeah, I'd be so good to you, baby. But I need to be inside of this dripping pussy." A finger tentatively pushes your panties to the side. "Fuck, like right now."
🎶 I don't know if you already know how
But girl, I got the feeling that you know now
You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud
But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down 🎶
This time, Vernon lets his head fall forehead and softly bumps your forehead with his as you attempt to sink down. He keeps his fingers splayed across both of your hips, bunching up the fabric of your short skirt so he can watch the way your puffy pussy lips part and wrap around the tip of his thick, hard cock.
Muttering obscene filth in your ear (“this skirt was just asking me to bend you over and slip inside all night”, “claim you as mine right in front of all of them”, “that’s what you wanted, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”) that simply makes you clamp nearly impossibly tighter around him.
Once your ass is seated against his thighs, thick length fully nestled within your warm walls, you think you hear someone screaming — and it must be you. Biting down hard on Vernon’s collarbone, your hips have a mind of their own and instantly begin sliding up and down until you’re bouncing so hard and fast enough that his car might be shaking.
Vernon’s eyes are fixed in awe at where he’s disappearing into you. His head is spinning, and he hurriedly pushes up your crop top, letting your tits fall free. Perfectly positioned in front of his face.
“Sl-slow down, b-baby,” he gasps out, hand shooting out to cradle the back of your head before it hits the steering wheel or something.
You’re the prime visual of fucked-out and dick-drunk. Tears cause your mascara to run, tongue hanging out as you desperately moan, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hips fail to falter. Vernon thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful — and feels just as dizzy as you do — but he seeks to find an anchoring.
“L-love, slow down,” he fights to still your hips and your pitiful whines cause him to pepper little kisses on your neck and breasts. He can feel your erratic heartbeat sync with his as he shushes and soothes you. “Wanna savor this moment.”
“Hansolie… we can go for hours later after this. Even for weeks, maybe.”
It’s Vernon’s turn for his hips to buck up uncontrollably at the way you cutely pout his name along with the suggestion of “more later” while his cock is stuffed deep within you.
“Easy for you to say, I’m not sure my recovery time is as fast as yours, though.”
“Yeah? I’m sure I can fix that.”
He angles a particularly harsh thrust at your words. One that has you falling back against his chest so he can rasp in your ear. “Is that a promise?”
“Mhm, yeah…” you moan but the next, teasing comment that comes out of your mouth makes him realize that maybe he should just let you be fucked senseless. “Whatever daddy wants.”
“You’re such a sweet lil brat. Gonna let me eat this delicious lil pussy of yours in the backseat? Or should I drive home with my cum seeping out of it and clean you up on my bed instead? Hm? Say it.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“No, say my name.”
“Mhm, yes, Hansol…”
His name melts away into a loud moan before you’re slamming your lips against his so he can swallow up the scream that threatens to erupt as you hit your peak. Shuddering, you swear you can see stars even though the sunroof is closed, it’s nighttime, and it’s raining. You tremble in his arms, whimpering as he spills his own release deep within your walls — suddenly feeling sated and sleepy.
“Don’t wanna move.”
“Me either,” Vernon chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Why don’t we just lay here for a bit?” He rubs tiny circles across your bare skin as you breathe in his comforting scent. “We’ll go home after it clears up a bit more.”
“I love you.” You snuggle against his neck. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Yeah? I love you too… always have.” He nudges you up so you can look into his honest, straightforward gaze. One that would never hurt you. “And I always will.”
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Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Joel Miller - Joel Miller Imagine [HBO's The Last of Us]
Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Joel Miller
Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader
Word Count: 2,441 words
Warning(s): fear of commitment, argument, mention of fight
Author's Note: I'm think there's a pattern of me using "cowboy like me" for stories involving Pedro Pascal characters.
Also, just a quick reminder that I write for a gender-neutral reader, so no matter the plot line, anyone can enjoy this.
**Not intentionally written in chronological order**
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Daylight
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
I've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night
And now I see daylight, I only see daylight
It had all been a bit of a blur.
One moment, I was walking with Joel. We were talking about the jobs we had been assigned. Relaxed and calm and as close to normal as we could get in the current world.
The next moment, my memories get lost in a huge jumble of yelling and fighting and fear. It was all such a mess. A terrifying mess.
My next clear moment was dragging Joel down the road with me. I didn't stop moving until we had gotten inside and the door was locked.
"I'm so sorry," I mumbled as Joel sat at my dining table.
It had been my fault. At least, partially.
It was all a long and very messy story.
Joel knew the whole thing. I think that's why he was so fast to entertain the whole fight.
Not that I ever wanted him involved. In all honesty, my life would have been so much easier without ever thinking about any of my life before the outbreak... as backwards as that sounds.
"Not your fault," he muttered, looking down at his knuckles.
"Except it is," I moved to sit in the chair next to him. "This wouldn't have happened if you never met me or if I just kept my fucking mouth shut. Now, you're hurt and fuck knows what we're gonna have to deal with now. Shit, I should've been smarter about this-"
"Stop it," he cut me off. "You did nothing wrong. Your ex having his head stuck up his ass is nowhere near your fault."
I let out a sigh as my eyes closed. I shook my head before pushing myself up. I grabbed my little first-aid kit and made my way back to the table.
I grabbed his hand.
"Why'd you do that," I asked. "Nothing good can come from shit like that."
"I doubt he would've let me walk away without getting a few blows in."
I did my best to clean the small cuts along his hand.
He didn't speak up again until I was wrapping the bandage around his hand.
"Y'know...," he started and trailed off. I looked back at him. "Never mind. It's nothing."
"Tell me," I pushed.
Maybe some part of me knew what he was going to say. Maybe I was desperate to hear it out loud. I would like to think that this is why I pushed him to say it out loud.
He let out a small sigh as he seemingly weighed the consequences of his actions.
"There's something else," I continued as I placed his bandaged hand on the table. "You just told me. Why did you do it?"
"Because I love you," he admitted.
I had to bite my lip to keep my smile from getting obnoxiously big.
We had been together for a while now. We had gotten through many days in the hell that was the modern world today. But in all that time, those words hadn't found a place in our lives.
I felt like a teenager again for a few moments.
"Did you get stuck like that-"
I reached forward and smacked his arm in response. He grinned at me.
"I love you too," I said after a pause.
He looked down at the table to hide his smile.
I reached over and placed my hand on his.
For just a moment, it felt like real peace was more than just a far-off dream.
The Way I Loved You
Breaking down and coming undone
It's a roller coaster kind of rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you
It was all such a mess of a situation.
I had never planned on interacting with Joel again after we had separated. I knew that it would've been unrealistic to try to never see him again, but I could always turn the other way and leave.
Now, I was being forced into a situation where the only person I could interact with was Joel.
It was like the universe was attempting to play some stupid practical joke on me and I was failing to see the punchline.
I followed Joel and Ellie back to Joel's place. The only thing we could do at the time was wait for the time to pass.
I dropped my bag on the floor next to the couch before plopping on the seat that pretty much used to be designated as mine. I tried to keep an eye on Ellie without making it seem like I was staring. She went to sit by the window while Joel sat right next to me.
"Kid," I spoke up. She looked at me. "You should get some rest now. You aren't gonna get much of it later."
"Where," she asked.
I pointed behind me. "Mattress in the back."
"She's not sleeping on my bed," Joel interjected.
"I don't wanna sleep on his bed," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "He probably stinks."
I rolled my eyes before grabbing the spare blanket and throwing it to her. "To prevent the spread of germs... and protect against the smell. Now go."
She walked into the back without another word.
I sighed and relaxed into the couch.
"You should take your own advice," Joel muttered after a minute or two. I shook my head. "I'm serious, (Y/n)."
"I am just fine," I looked at him. "Never needed much sleep to function anyway."
He ran his hand over his face. "Always so damn stubborn."
"Can we not start this," I asked. "We've got enough to worry about without biting each other's heads off."
He sighed and looked away.
"You used to appreciate my stubbornness, anyway," I added.
I heard him chuckle. I felt a small grin pulling at the corner of my lips.
"You think we can do this?"
"Don't know," he shrugged. "I doubt we have much of a choice. Just gotta be ready to go."
I nodded. "You're scared, aren't you?"
"Scared? No. Annoyed."
"It's okay if you are," I said. "That's not a bad thing. It's just human."
He looked over at me. "Don't assume that you know how my mind works."
"For fuck's sake," I mumbled. It was my turn to run my hand over my face. "I just asked if we could avoid doing this. I was trying to comfort you. Be helpful. You have no reason to snap at me like that."
"No reason?"
"Yeah, no reason."
"What about you leaving?"
My jaw clenched. "You told me to go."
"You made no attempt to stay."
"I made an attempt every fucking day," I snapped before quickly lowering my voice, glancing back to make sure Ellie wasn't shifting around. "I fucking loved you, Joel. I fought to hold onto you with everything I had. You got scared and threw me out. After everything you promised me, after everything we did."
He didn't reply as I deflated into the couch cushion.
"Don't try to claim that I didn't try to hold on. I still feel like I'm clinging onto any part of you that I can find."
I looked out the window to the sun. I wanted to focus on anything else.
I missed him. God knows that I had missed Joel. Every day. Waking up without him was awful. Having to turn around and walk away because it was all I could do to keep myself from crumbling was hell. I just wanted what we had back.
"(Y/n)," he muttered.
I closed my eyes for a moment, not turning my head.
I felt the couch shift as he moved.
His hand touched my leg. "Please, look at me."
I turned my head back to him.
There was a pause.
One where we were sitting in silence, watching each other's reactions.
Joel seemed to hesitate for a moment before he leaned forward.
I froze for a moment as he kissed me. It was such a soft moment, yet it completely overwhelmed me. I had missed him so much that it hurt. That wasn't new. I had known about that pain for a long time now.
But what I didn't know was the way that the pain could be numbed. It was like a warmth spread through my chest, pushing away any pain, even if it was just for a little while.
I slowly kissed him back, feeling muscle memory take over as my hands reached out to touch his sides. Too long. It had been far too long since I experienced something as monumental as this moment.
I leaned back slowly, only moving far enough away to speak, "I love you."
He paused for a moment. I watched his eyes scan every part of my face. I couldn't tell if he was trying to see if I was lying or if he was trying to confirm that I wasn't some illusion his mind had created.
"I love you too," he muttered after a bit. I smiled at him.
His forehead rested against mine. We just sat there for a little while.
Through all of the chaos and the bullshit, I knew that I would always want him.
I just needed to keep a hold of him.
cowboy like me
And the skeletons in both our closets
Plotted hard to fuck this up
And the old men that I've swindled
Really did believe I was the one
And the ladies lunching have their stories about
When you passed through town
But that was all before I locked it down
Neither one of us planned to have that conversation that night.
It was late. Really late.
It was one of the first times that I had stayed with him for the night.
It was nice. Being around him usually was. But no matter how nice it was, I could not get myself to fall asleep.
It wasn't a new thing for me to not feel comfortable falling asleep. I didn't expect lying next to Joel to change that.
I let out a sigh as I rolled over.
My head ended up on Joel's chest as I let one of my arms fall over his torso. I didn't even realize that I had brushed a scar until he flinched. I pulled my hand away, moving my head so I could look at him.
"You okay," I asked.
"Yeah," he muttered.
"Did I hit a fresh wound or something?"
"No," he shook his head. "You just have cold hands."
"Never bothered you before."
He chuckled.
I sat up and looked at him. "Are you sure that you're okay?"
He sighed. "(Y/n)..."
"I'm just worried about you."
He didn't respond.
He made no effort to stop me as I reached forward and moved the blanket off of him. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as I tried to figure out what I had bothered.
It took me a second, but I eventually moved my hand to lightly touch a scar on his side. He tensed.
"Sorry," I muttered. I pulled my hand away. "What... What's it from?"
I felt like I was watching the scales tip in his mind. Pros and cons changing the balance.
"I'll... I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours," I offered.
He reached out and touched my leg. I placed my hand on his.
"Deal?"
He nodded. "Deal."
I grinned and shifted to get comfortable.
That's when I first found out about Sarah. He told me everything about the day of the outbreak. The panic and the crash and the soldier. I held his hand through all of it. I felt a need to commit every sentence he spoke to memory. I needed to know this all because that was the only way I would be able to properly help him.
"Your turn," he muttered after a moment of silence.
I blinked at him a few times before slowly nodding. "Right."
I took a deep breath. I felt him tapping his fingers against my hand.
"You... are not gonna like this sentence," I started. His eyebrows furrowed. "Technically... I am... married."
"What-"
"Let me get through the story first," I stopped him. "It was a while ago now. I... I was convinced that we were in love. The day that the outbreak happened, we had been inside all day. Our neighbor had broken in... he was infected. I just remember the angry look on his face. It made me sick.
"My husband and I took off. We drove for a while. I can barely remember where we were even trying to get to. I just remember ditching the car in the traffic and taking off on foot.
"We... We got cornered by one of the infected. There was this hole in the ceiling of this building. He climbed up first and I couldn't get up there and instead of helping me up... he thanked me for saving him and took off."
There was a pause between us.
"He sounds like an ass," Joel commented. I chuckled. "How did you get out?"
"I found this old bat. A solid one. I had never fought anything, really. I yelled when I hit the thing over the head. Screamed. I kept thinking about how that person had a family and friends and how many of them could be dead. After that, I hid away until I could safely get to a QZ."
Joel nodded. "Did you ever find out what happened to your husband?"
I shook my head. "And I don't want to. I hate to wish death on someone, but... he kinda did that to me... to my face, so... I hope he got his ass kicked."
"So, you're only married..."
"Because the government's been a little too busy to figure out divorce court right now," I shrugged. "And I have no desire to track the bastard down again."
"Good," he mumbled.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"If you stuck with that guy, then we would've never happened," he explained.
"I see."
Joel pushed himself to sit up.
"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you any of this before," I said.
"Can't say that I'm too upset," he replied.
He slowly leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I slowly kissed him back, grinning against his lips.
Maybe, just maybe, there was something that I could let myself hold onto in this shitty world.
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So Vampire!Moon knows how to play the piano? Can we get piano lessons from moonie?
Striking a Chord
Much like how it had been mesmerizing to watch Sun play the cello, you were spellbound as Moon's fingers delicately stroked the keys, much like how they had so often delicately stroked against your skin. Your cheeks burned and you tried to shake the mental image. Moon chuckled against your ear.
“Focus on the lesson, sweet thing, or I might have to punish you.”
[Vampire!Moon x Thrall Y/N (with a small dose of Vampire!Sun x Thrall Y/N)]
You wandered around, wondering not for the first time just how big was this place? In fact, you would swear the hallways and stairs kept changing on you. As you wandered around you found what appeared to be a large music room, and one of the things that caught your eye was the enormous grand piano.
You wandered around, wondering not for the first time just how big was this place. In fact, you would swear the hallways and stairs kept changing on you. As you wandered around you found what appeared to be a large music room, and one of the things that caught your eye was the enormous grand piano. Curious, you approached it. It was sleek and polished with not a scratch in sight. You were no expert at playing piano, but your school band room had one, and your music teacher had taught the class the basics as well as a few traditional songs. However, it had been years since your fingers even touched a piano.
Sitting down on the bench, you began pressing keys, just to get a feel for it. The notes were rich and echoed throughout the room. After going over the scales a few times, you tried to remember how to position your hands.
“Having fun?”
The low voice spoken right next to your ear caused your hands to almost slam the keys, making a jumbled scream of noise. You whipped around to find Moon standing there, casually observing you, a delighted smirk on his face. Even after everything, he still reveled in giving you a good scare if he could manage it. You hadn't even heard him enter the room, let alone sneak up behind you.
You stood up from the bench. “Sorry, this is yours, right? I should've asked permission first.”
“Starlight, this Is your home. You're welcome to anything inside of it. Though I'd ask you to be a little more gentle with the piano. It's very old, just like me.”
“That wouldn't have happened if you hadn't snuck up on me like the Punisher.”
Moon gave you a look that suggested he was unfamiliar with that particular reference. You made a mental note to amend that later. “Anyway, I just sort of found myself here.”
“You get turned around so easily,” Moon said with a teasing smile. “How many times have you gotten lost?”
“Well…” Wanting to turn the tables on him, you reached up to suggestively stroke a finger over his neatly tucked cravat. “I always manage to find my way back to you, don't I?”
His red eyes gleamed. “I see we're feeling daring today.”
You inwardly celebrated getting a rise out of him. “You wanna kiss me?'”
He flashed a fanged smirk, pinning you with his gaze alone. “You really think I'll stop at kissing?”
You flushed, the back of your knees bumping the bench and you would've fallen backward had Moon not caught you with a steadying hand on the small of your back. Dammit, looks like he won this round.
“Do you play?” Moon asked, pulling you upright onto your feet.
“The only song I ever bothered to learn was The Entertainer.” You were pretty certain any piano player worth their salt knew that one.
“Play for me?” Moon suggested.
Your cheeks were already burning at the prospect of Moon listening to your clumsy performance. “I don't want to waste your time with that.”
“There's a flaw in your logic.”
“What's that?”
His arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you snugly against him. His face nuzzled your hair gently. “Time with you is never a waste. And even if it was, I would waste an eternity with you.”
Oh, goodness, how was it that these two were still able to make you feel like such a love-struck teenager with just a few sweet words and gentle touches? Maybe it was because you knew that each and every one was nothing if not sincere.
“I don't know if I remember, it's been a long time.”
“Let's see if we can't jog your memory then.”
Taking you by the hand, Moon sat down on the bench, pulling you into his lap so that you were facing the piano, your back pressed to his. Your heart skipped a few beats as your body was enveloped by his, and his calming scent wafted around you.
“This is the resting position,” Moon demonstrated, and you watched as his immaculately crafted hands positioned themselves over the creamy ivory keys. “From this position, you can adjust as needed when you play.”
He proceeded to demonstrate, playing a few notes, going slowly so you could observe the movement. Much like how it had been mesmerizing to watch Sun play the cello, you were spellbound as Moon's fingers delicately stroked the keys, much like how they had so often delicately stroked against your skin. Your cheeks burned and you tried to shake the mental image. Moon chuckled against your ear.
“Focus on the lesson, sweet thing, or I might have to punish you.”
You were tempted to goad him or tell him that you weren't scared of his punishments, but you bit your tongue. You did want to figure this out. So, you focused your thoughts and watched him demonstrate again. Then he had you mimic him. While your movements were not nearly as graceful, you were able to replicate what he'd shown you.
“Very good,” Moon praised. His hands took gentle hold of your hips and slid you off his lap so you were seated on one side of the bench while he sat beside you. “Go ahead and play. I'll accompany you. And don't worry if you make a mistake.”
Even with his assurances, you were nervous. You've always had performance anxiety, but you took a deep breath and positioned your hands. Slowly, you began playing The Entertainer. The rhythm was a bit janky, and you definitely had to correct it several times when you pressed the wrong note. However, Moon matched your pace and played support, taking care not to overshadow your performance with his skills. It was different from playing alone. The two of you were a team, making something beautiful, even if it wasn't perfect. It took you several tries, but you eventually managed to make it through the whole song without a single mistake.
“I did it!” you cried out in jubilation after striking the last note. “I actually did it!”
“I knew you could,” Moon said, his smile looking incredibly proud.
“Ahem.” You both looked to see Sun leaning against the doorway. You could only guess as to how long he'd been there, observing. “I can't believe you two are having a concert and I wasn't invited,” he commented in a pouting voice.
“Not sure you could call this a concert,” you remarked.
“Well, how about we change that?” Sun glanced up at the ceiling. “Hey, DJ, let's show our little Starlight how we make music.”
Just like that, all of the instruments in the room suddenly sprang to life all around you. You watched in amazement as Sun's bow and cello floated over to him and he strolled over to you and Moon.
“Have any requests, darling?” Sun asked.
“Um… Secrets by One Republic?”
“You got it, little new blood,” DJ's voice boomed from all around. “Lead us off, Moony.”
Moon made a show of stretching his hands before his fingers began dancing over the piano keys. Sun joined in with his cello, the warm tones blending beautifully with the crisp notes of the piano. Then the other instruments around the room began to join in and you were treated to a full orchestral performance. A performance just for you.
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SCREW IT ASSIGN EVERY SNTV SONG A CHARACTER OR SHIP
Say less. I absolutely love this ask.
Mine: MC/Avery
Braced myself for the goodbye, 'cause that's all I've ever known; then you took me by surprise, you said, "I'll never leave you alone"
Sparks Fly: MC/Cameron
Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around, 'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Back to December: MC/Luci
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye; so this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
Speak Now: Mikhail/Taisiya (she left her fiancé for him)
So don't say yes, run away now; I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door
Dear John: ??? (The Wraith)
You are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry, never impressed by me acing your tests
Mean: MC @ Francisca & Luis Rivera
You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation
The Story of Us: MC/Luci
This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side
Never Grow Up: Avery
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother's favorite songs; I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone
Enchanted: Charlie
Same old tired, lonely place; walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face
Better Than Revenge: Theo
Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go; they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me
Innocent: ??? (The Wraith)
Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep, before the monsters caught up to you?
Haunted: Harlow
Something's made your eyes go cold; come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out
Last Kiss: MC/Luci
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
Long Live: Bestie Squad (Vik, Theo, Charlie, & MC)
Long, long live the look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders; one day, we will be remembered
Ours: MC/Penny
Don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine but they can't take what's ours
Superman: Mikhail/Taisiya
He's got his mothers eyes, his father's ambition, I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him
Electric Touch: MC/Avery
I've got my money on things goin' badly, got a history of stories ending sadly; still hoping that the fire won't burn me just one time
When Emma Falls in Love: Penny
She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave; and she's the kind of book that you can't put down, like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town
I Can See You: MC/Amri
I can see you waitin' down the hall from me, and I could see you up against the wall with me; and what would you do, baby, if you only knew?
Castles Crumbling: Luci
Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off; and here I sit alone behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept
Foolish One: Charlie
And the voices say, “you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson”; foolish one, stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come
Timeless: MC/Viktor
I would've read your love letters every single night and run away and left it all behind, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless
#answered asks#luci rivera#theo parker#viktor orlov#cameron fletcher#??? (the wraith)#charlie ortiz#avery monroe#harlow mitchell#penny eliades#amri singh#mikhail orlov#taisiya orlova#the riveras 😒
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Yesterday was probably the best new years eve, I've had in a loooooong time... Why? Because I was able to spend it the way I wanted to. First I took a shower to be fresh for the night, then Marks mom uploaded a premiere video that I watched, then we had dinner that I was able to enjoy in peace again: in my room, watching the first fireworks outside from my window and from this moment, I was basically listening to music all night long. After dinner, I played mariokart and had some in-between dance sessions, and around 10:45pm I went out because I wanted to watch the firework from my old territory, which is located on a- well- you can't call it mountain... rather a bigger hill lol, so I could have a great view over the town... but the moment I reached the place, ooh the forest called me and one misplaced song and I was shifting. I forced myself to wait until the firework is over, but I really wanted to go through the forest. I sadly wasn't able to spend the moment alone, since a group of people had the same idea as I did, but they stayed far away enough to make it not terribly uncomfortable. It was pretty cool to watch the fireworks from up there. I stayed there for half an hour, but then decided to go into the forest. Due to the storms, a lot of trees had fallen over or big branches were blocking the path, and as sad as I was for them, it was kinda fun to navigate through the branches to get through. I knew that no one else would try to get through there. And oooh the view. I wished, I would've watched the whole firework from in there. The way it sparkled through the trees. The whole forest had a red glowing to it, and above me the moon. I felt so happy to be there. I listened to music that would make me shift even more and so this moment was like- the best thing of the whole evening. I visited the little graveyard for a moment and then left the forest again to go back home. The temperatures dropped immensely and as hard as it was for me to leave the place, I was glad to know that I could warm myself up at home again. Back home, I spent the rest of the night playing switch sports, and dancing to the music I was blasting on my headphones. I had so much fun, I had to force myself at 5am to finally stop and try to go to sleep. I could've kept going all night long.
I really have the most fun when I'm alone.
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hello! it has been a long time since i've talked through my day! this one had such a big turnaround that i needed to document it, mostly for myself.
i had an appointment with a 'root canal specialist' today bc i had my first app with my new dentist a couple of weeks ago and his xray revealed an abscess wow how fun :) i couldn't feel it bc that tooth has a decade old root canal so there are no nerves to reveal there is anything going on!! fun!!!! he's a super nice dentist, i like him but he made me very panicked lol he was showing me how close it is to my sinuses on the xray. so he was like 'go see this guy asap' bc he wanted to know whether there was a chance my old root canal could be redone or if i'd have to get the whole tooth removed/an implant, all for the low low price of $5-6000 🙃 but obviously you can never see specialists asap!!! so i've been walking around for 2.5 weeks with dread/phantom pains that by the time i saw him the infection would've spread and idk had catastrophic consequences??? and then today when i went there was CONSTRUCTION at the turn i needed to make and the road was closed and i was like i don't know how to get there from another street??!?!?!??! i spent 10 minutes driving through suburban streets and my navigation kept trying to take me back to the original route with the closed road, and its the middle of town so there was nowhere i could just temporarily stop and look at the map, and i called them almost crying to let them know i'm coming but i might be late bc i just can't navigate these streets jegjkdgkjdkg
anyway i MADE it, i think i parked in another business's parking lot and just hoped they didn't care lol and then the lady at the desk was like 'our other specialist will have to see you bc the guy you're here for isn't here' so i was feeling uhhhh not good after my dentist talked him up so much. AND my dentist didn't send over my electronic referral and i had LITERALLY been stressed that he would forget to do exactly that for the whole 2.5 weeks oh my god, thankfully they didnt even seem to care. but then as i was filling out the paperwork in the waiting room 'no judgment' came on, and then 'wolves' right after??? and i was like this seems deliberate to try and calm me down 😂 and when the substitute specialist called me in he was so extremely calming and talked me through my options, one of which is indeed to try and redo the root canal bc he's confident he can, it would still cost a lot but wayyyyy less. he also said i could 'do nothing' (which is obv risky, and i would never do nothing, but that made me realise my infection is not about to bust through and spread across my sinuses any second, one fear down!). he was just softly spoken and super relaxed and he made me feel like this was not in fact a crisis and said i could go and think about what i wanted to do, and just call for an appointment when i decided. and then when i went out to pay 'i want to write you a song' was playing 😭 i asked the receptionists if there was a 1d fan in the house and one of them said it must just be a random playlist on spotify, so this was all a complete coincidence????? i told them i was enjoying it very much.
anyway long story short i had already taken the rest of the afternoon off work to go work in the garden, but figured there was a good chance i'd be so down about an unexpected and immiment $5000 hit that i wouldn't want to do anything, but i drove home feeling extremely reassured that i had options and i was not on the clock to decide, and also very relaxed by 1d playing in the background the entire time. i have also been extremely stressed that i would need to take the next step asap and this would be such a bad time as mum is working 50 hour weeks right now bc of the referendum, so i am on caring duty with nonna/nonno anytime we don't have carers here. but there's time! i had a v good afternoon in the garden after all!
#i am extremely comfortable at the dentist (i had the kindest dentist all through childhood/adolescence/early adulthood)#(who put lots of time into making us comfortable/safe in his chair when we were tiny)#but i have a lot of dental fear bc you only get one go#(i have v regular dreams of my teeth falling out lol)#i also have v weak teeth rip my mouth is a filling factory#i do eat a lot of sugar lol but my teeth clearly suffer more than other ppl i know who eat just as much#anyways the point is everything was monumentally stressful/scary until i stepped inside that place#im very thankful with how the entire appointment played out#for the substitute specialist and also for the soothing tunes lol#im not sure what i will do yet but i will think about it. bc i can!#i am crediting god for this one 😂 he took good care of me today#tp
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So because I was stupid in leaving behind my sketchbook during a family trip, I'm going to practice my writing.
Here's some romantic dialogue between Layla and Cora during a quiet night.
Some context, it's during the time they are traveling together. Layla knows Corazon is a spy/marine and have lied to Law so he won't be overly upset with him.
Enjoy!
Layla: "So... I have something on my mind I'd hope you'd answer truthfully."
Cora: "Ah, I'll try. You know I can't share much details."
Layla: "Yes, I'm aware and don't worry. It has nothing to do with..."
She looks over at a sleeping Law.
"...your position."
Cora: "Ask away."
Layla: "How long have you loved me?"
It was a sudden crash onto the ground as Corazon falls near the fire pit. Layla quickly pulls him away.
Layla: "Are you alright?"
Cora: "I-I'm okay. Was caught off guard. At the-the, ahem, question."
Layla: "Well I guess I should have had you sit down and to brace yourself first before asking such a thing."
Cora: "No! No, it's fine. It's just uh..."
His face flushes pink at her teasing smirk.
Cora: "It's quite hard to pinpoint exactly when I fell for you to keep track how long I loved you..."
Layla raises an eyebrow at his nervous demeanor.
Cora: "but... I guess when I realized I've fallen for you was a bit after Law has shown up."
Layla: "That was nearly 3 years ago! Why didn't you say something?"
Cora: "Well, it's not like I could have said anything during that time anyway. Heh."
A small smack on his arm at the poor joke.
Layla: "I'm being serious here."
Cora: "And I'm being serious too. How could I say anything about it? It could have put you in more danger with other pirates if word got out. Even worse if my brother found out."
Layla: "I- Well- I don't know how you could have felt that way so long and kept it to yourself. I would've gone crazy."
Cora: "Ah well, if I had your way of thinking I would have been a madman then."
Layla: "What you mean?"
Cora: "The more I think about it, I believe my subconscious had fallen for you before my mind has realized.
Ah! Yes, I remember now.
The moment we've locked eyes, that must've struck something in me. The golden color shining greater than any treasure we've came across. It sparked an even greater desire than every pirate's want for the One Piece."
Layla: "Oh, you exaggerating."
Cora: "I'm not. There were other moments with your voice that should have made me realize."
Layla: "My voice?"
Cora: "Yes, your voice.
The songs the radio has played as you worked will often have the word "corazón" in them. It made my heart skip a beat every time you sung along. I only could have dreamed of you saying my real name just as sweet.
Then there were your cries...
My heart ached as you've cried and for so long too. From the start you've dealt with so much loss and being forced to stay with us only worsen your grief.
But your laugh...
Oh, the first time I've somehow managed to make you laugh out loud, my heart soared. It's like I've heard heaven's angelic choir."
Layla: *laughs* "oh Rosinante stop it, you big sap."
She was hiding her face out of embarrassment. He takes her hands away from her face and holds them to his chest.
Cora: "Haha! There it is! How beautiful it sounds."
He brings her gloved hands to cradle the sides of his face.
Cora: "and there's your gentle touch.
How rare it was for you to initiate back then, but when you did, it was to show me kindness. How careful you'd check for injuries after a mission and how soft you'd be when you stitched me back up.
The warmth of your hands left me burning hotter than any fire I've caused to myself."
He kisses the scarred skin of her wrist.
Cora: "So with my mindset, the time I've yearned for you only made me an even clumsier fool."
Layla gives Corazon a deep kiss.
Layla: "But it resulted into being a happy fool, I assume?"
Cora: "The happiest."
#*dreamy sigh*#now that I have a voice claim for Layla#I can only hear them talk as if they're in a old timey radio#idk i think it makes it a bit more romantic#long post#my writing#one piece#one piece oc#corazon x oc#oc: layla montez#donquixote corazon#donquixote rosinante
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I don't exactly.. remember when it happened. It was so long ago.
Walking down the long hall was Cosmos, her face a mix between somber and resigned. The grand walls were reflective, a dark marble with purple linings throughout. The rings on her body were providing a glow alongside lanterns.
Despite the narration clearly being her voice, her mouth wasn't moving.
I was still young back then. I was just barely a teen when it all went down.
She stops in front of a mirror and looks at herself. Her face scrunches up before she closes her eyes and rests a paw on the mirror.
It fades, and everything changes to a younger Cosmos walking through another hall. She didn't have nearly as many rings as she did before, with the only one being on her tail. The hall was much more futuristic, and she looked much happier.
It was just a normal day, if not an exciting one for me. I was finally going to get myself a mentor. Learn how our world worked. Until.. they came.
Cosmos's ear flicked, and a panicked look crossed her face as she quickly dived down and away from the windows. Just a fraction of a second later, a loud explosion rang out, and the windows shattered.
I had no clue what was happening. All I knew was that.. something was attacking us.
Cosmos stumbled with getting up before rushing over to one of the shattered windows. Her tail gently brushed away the glass shards, and she peered out.
Only to see another explosion, followed two more.
It all happened so quickly. One moment, the explosions were hundreds of feet away. The next, the building was crumbling beneath my feet.
Smoke flooded the area. It was impossible to see until it cleared. Everything was blurry, but two silhouettes were visible.
"Is she dead?" One asked, the sharp metal of a weapon poking her cheek.
"Barely." Another answered, tone almost disappointed. "Her life force will give in an hour or so."
They were talking so casually about my life, like it was a toy to them. Something to be messed with before turning their backs on it.
"These guys really didn't put up a fight!" The second voiced huffed. "You said they would!"
"Now, now, girls," a silky smooth voice spoke, though it sent shivers down Cosmos's spine. "There's still plenty of more fun to be had."
"Why'd you even want these guys gone?" The first asked. "Some of 'em were really cute, would've loved to have kept one of them."
"Star Neons are able to control electromagnetic waves." The third voice hummed, as if casually talking about the weather. "That, and they can put subliminal messages in their songs. I couldn't have them getting in the way of fate."
The other two let put hums.
"Now, let's get a move on before some other Storyweavers show up."
Three pairs of footsteps faded away, and soon after,
I don't know how long it was until I hauled myself out of that debris, but when I did..
Cosmos hauled herself put from the small crack she was stuck under, and her ears fell and her tail went limp as she stared at the utter destruction.
I wished that I had just stayed under there.
It wasn't long until the young Star Neon collapsed to her knees and let out a heart-wrenching scream. It sooner devolved into sobs as she hugged herself.
I couldn't stay there. I needed a way out.
Soon, she was walking through the crumbled cities, narrowly avoiding debris and the bodies all around.
Some were cut cleanly, others without a care.
Cosmos swallowed back another sob.
As she passed a wall of broken glass, soon she was in front of a large building. Dark in appearance, with stone bricks.
I don't remember how I got to my home. A ship or a portal, maybe. But it was my home, it is my home.
As she began to walk through, a slow transition began, showing Cosmos growing and slowly becoming more jaded looking.
And over time, I decided - I was going to make sure that never again could I lose something on such a grand scale.
A flash of her performing a concert on planet.
Never again will I have to remember the cold eyes and bodies.
A flash of her greeting fans on another.
Never again will I be alone or forgotten.
The shattering of a mirror came, and everything came back to current Cosmos, who was glaring at herself in a shattered mirror.
Never again will I not be surrounded by people. Never again will I not always have all eyes on me.
Shaking her paw and walking off, a glass shard falls. As it spins, the scene changes.
In a cave, two women were bickering over something, shoving each other. Higher up, on a ledge, a spider-esque woman was carefully weaving golden strings.
A specific string caught her eyes, and she peered into it.
"Well now.." She cooes, her face illuminated by the golden glow. "What do we have here?" She turns her head. "Radiant! Spirit! Come here!"
The two quickly stop arguing and make their way over to the older woman, their heads tilted.
"What is it, ma?" Spirit asks, furrowing her brows.
"I'm sure you remember that little genocide from all those years ago," the woman hums.
"Isn't that the one you did after you got from the Realm of the Weavers?" Radiant frowns. "The Star Neons' genocide?"
"Perciesly. It was all 'Lydia, you can't take on assitants!' and 'Lydia, this violates the rules!' Damn IMBECILES!" Lydia snarls before calming down. "But, yes, my dears."
She smiles dangerously. "And it seems like a sole survivor has gotten herself tangled in my little web. I think, soon enough.."
Her and her daughters' eyes all glowed dangerously. "We'll pay her a little visit."
#oc: cosmos#oc: lydia the storyweaver#oc: spirit#oc: radiant#fanfiction: my writing!#!posts!#yippee got all that done!#next up! more pain for root in raging riptides!
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lips that touch whiskey
happy birthday ficlet for @smallsnzplz! this wasn't from the prompt list--i'm trying something new.
Bob wasn't like any man I ever knew.
Some less enlightened folks might've said he wasn't much like a man at all. He was a longhair, at least when I met him. That alone took some balls. This was a time when boys would hoot at you and call you pretty if your hair fell below your ears. I doubt if he was making any kinda statement--just didn't want to cut it, as near as I could tell.
Wasn't too strong either. I've met skinny--I'm not musclebound myself--but Bob was delicate. Looked like he'd blow away if you batted your eyes too hard. He had these ballet-dancer hands that must've never saw a day's work in his life. Slender and pale. I've met, and loved, a lot of women with rougher hands than him. But he could do wonders with them. Guitar or piano, his playing wasn't fancy, but it was steady, and always true. He had a special sense for how it was supposed to sound. Didn't have to work at it or study. It just came to him.
He was always sick with something or other. Least that's what I thought before I got to know him. Turns out his baseline wasn't what you'd call the picture of health. He didn't have great lungs to begin with, and he smoked more than he ate. It's why his voice sounded like that, which I guess is why he didn't want to give it up. Thanks to that and everything else he put his body through, he wasn't real robust. Once in a while, if he got a few drops of liquor in him he'd start to sneeze. Not too bad, just enough to make me turn my head. I figured it bugged him, but he never complained to me about it.
I saw him get the look once, when we'd met after a show, like a sneeze was comin' up on him. Glassy eyes--all right, he was a little glassy-eyed most days from pills, and I was too. But when he'd start to blink and twitch, it sounded like something else. His breath came pretty fast. His hands were full of his guitar, so he didn't make to cover his mouth or anything. I wasn't doin' anything else--I stuck my finger out and held it under his nose.
He stopped like someone took his batteries out. I kept my hand there, and after a minute of trying to catch his breath, he asked me what I thought I was doing.
"Just tryin' to help," I said. "Keep playing."
"No, you're--" He couldn't make it all the way through a sentence without gulping for more air. "You're gonna stop it, stop, let me..." He got my hand out of his face and just sort of waited, breathing with his mouth open. He let his head tip back to face the ceiling. I would've called it prayer if I didn't know him very well. But after a minute, it was gone, and he wasn't too happy about that. Spent the next song bellyaching at me and squinting at the dressing room lights. Come to find out, sneezing was one of life's little pleasures for him--go figure. I've never been the abstinent kind, so I didn't try and stop him again.
One other time we were at the piano. I think it really was a cold this time around, 'cause he'd been sniffling for days. Bad cough too. It didn't keep me away from him. I'm not scared of the sniffles, and besides, I never seem to catch these things like he does.
Bob stopped singing and there was that look again; he was fixing to sneeze. He still didn't move to cover his mouth or nose. His arms were a little heavy from everything he was taking for his cold, and I don't mean cough syrup, either; even I'd lost track by that point. But this time the piano paid for it. He gasped quick enough to spook me and sneezed all over the keys, as wet as you please.
I don't know if they bring their boys up different in Minnesota. Where I come from that's not too polite. He was throwin' his head back, getting ready for another one, so I got out my hanky and wrapped his nose in it. I'm not sure he noticed it was there until after he'd sneezed into it once. That's when he started to look at me all confused, but I kept it there, and he didn't push my hand away. He sneezed again but smothered it somehow, with a noise like somebody'd stuffed a cork in him. He wasn't shy. I figured he just didn't know what else to do. I patted him on the back, maybe a little harder than I should have, but when he'd got his balance back, he started sneezing like he meant it. Three or four times; I wasn't keeping count. If my hand was a little wet by the end of it, then hell. Bob seemed to appreciate it.
"God bless you," I said.
When he lifted his head up, instead of Thanks he just said, "Johnny." Big dopey grin on his face. I kissed him on the end of his sharp little nose. He shrugged me off, griping that I smelled like beer, but he was smiling. Boy, talk about pink. You never saw a man blush so bad. I told him he probably couldn't smell a thing anyway. He didn't argue with me then. Just blew his nose until he could breathe without sniffling. The piano was still wet when he went back to playing.
I still haven't gotten that hanky back from Bob, and I don't think I'll ask for it. Not least of which because I'll bet you he ain't washed it since. There's a lot of things I'd just as soon let him have, if he wants 'em. I don't have to tell him. He knows. Bob's not like any other man I ever met. And for that I consider myself lucky.
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Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff, these questions look fun!
OC Question Game
My questions:
What would you wear to a fancy party?
If you could time travel and talk to your younger self, what would you say to them?
What’s the nicest thing someone’s ever done for you?
I'll answer for the Outcasts crew :)
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1) What would you wear to a fancy party?
Izjik: "...clothes?"
Sepo: "If I had my pick, I'd wear a Shuari-style suit. The fashion compliments my features. Blue is overdone for seafolk and purple makes me look sunburned, so suppose I'd go with a forest green shade. That, paired with some silver hairpins that I could stab someone with in a pinch and a tasteful amount of pointed rings for punching, should do nicely."
Twenari: "I always love a good sundress. They're so elegant without being restricting. I'd go with copper jewelry as well - it sets off my eyes."
Djek: "I don't know - I'm not really the type to get an invite to a fancy party. If I could wear anything though, I'd go with a cape. They just seem so swanky! And you never see someone unimportant wearing a cape. Plus, just things of all the loot I could hide underneath!"
2) If you could time travel and talk to your younger self, what would you say to them?
Izjik: "It gets better, kid. It's not gonna be all sunshine and butterflies, but it ain't gonna be all doom and gloom either, even if it seems like that sometimes. You're gonna go on to meet some incredible people, and do some incredible things. Just keep your chin high and don’t ever give up."
Sepo: "Stop being such a dick. Surface people are sentient. Spend more time with your brother. And go brush up on your Halawema’ishi. It'll be relevant, trust me."
Twenari: "FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH ROTTING MAGIC!"
Djek: "Alright, the canal racket numbers in your year were 14-77-85, with a jackpot of half a million tuec. Get a ticket to Hazipili, buy in, and we'll be swimming in coin for the rest of our life. I'm counting on you, man!"
3) What’s the nicest thing someone’s ever done for you?
Izjik: "Other than Sepo saving my life half a dozen times and the humans matching that number between the two of them? I guess that time Djek kept talking to me when we were captured by the church. I wasn't myself. I wasn't acting rational. I'd let End turn me into a beast without it even being all the way in my head. But Djek never gave up on me. He talked and told me stories. He laughed at his own jokes when I wasn't able to. I don't think I've ever been so hopeless, but he never faltered, never let me slip. He's a good man, Djek is; better than he gives himself credit for."
Sepo: "It was within our first week together that Izjik and I had our first argument. I was completely in the wrong and acting like a racist jackass. She gave me what for, as I deserved, but the next day, she also gave me a gift. A little bone flute, carved from a scavenged kill. I think she understood that I was a Singer-Priest stripped of his song. I can't play the flute, of course. I don't have a tongue. But her kindness helped me understand that sirens are wrong about their ideas of a 'superior race.' What uncivilized brute would've done something so perfectly kind for a stranger they knew was hurting? She gave me that flute, yes, but she also gave me the truth of the world."
Twenari: "Izjik and Sepo could've left me to die in the Vay wilderness where they found me. They could've returned me to my mother for a profit. It would've been so easy - I was exhausted and without magic. But they didn't. They took a chance on kindness and risked their lives to keep me out of Undeta’s clutches. I don't think I can ever repay them for that. They gave me the gift of freedom itself."
Djek: "Ok, so you can't tell him I said this, but Sepo is the one who's done probably the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. We were in an abandoned dwarven temple, interrogating - or trying to interrogate - a cultist. Twenari and Sepo.... They're not really cut out for delicate chit-chat like that. So you know what Sepo did? He took a step back and said I should handle it. Said I was the best man for the job. Me! I know, right? I've never been the best man for any job in my damn life! He trusted me to do it, and to do it better than he could. Everything was riding on getting info outta this lady, and Sepo trusted me."
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Well, these were fun! Very good questions 👍
I'll tag @elsie-writes @kaylinalexanderbooks @jakkon-and-rose-topic @scribble-dee-vee @steh-lar-uh-nuhs and anyone else who wants to play :)
Your questions are:
What's a childhood fear you had?
What's in your pockets?
Ever considered therapy?
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CHAPTER ONE: HELLEVATOR.
In the bustling streets of Seoul, i made my way here seven years ago, i have also been a traniee for those seven years. Who would've thought i could feel this much rejection and loneliness. i didn't think it would be this difficult; i didn't know i could be stuck in one place, in one spot for so long.
all it has ever been is me trying to debut with a group but ending up cut out, or like today, i attempted to go in solo, i did my own music, and i was good but not good enough to debut. JYP said i should at least find someone, even one person who wants to debut with me, that i can't do this alone. He said if I get someone he will give us another chance to perform to see if we can debut.
Easier said than done.
No one even talks to me, let alone wants to work with me. I'm a freak here, just like back at home. Why did I think it would be different just because i moved?
I decided to go out for a walk and clear my head.
or at least try to clear my head.
With so much doubt beginning to creep in, i just kept questioning if I should give up on my aspirations. If this was or will be worth it. I feel like maybe It's a sign, maybe I should just quit.
i rubbed my eyes in frustration letting out a sigh.
Can i just get a good sign? Can i get a reason not to quit my dream? i thought to myself.
as I wandered through the city, lost in all my thoughts, not fully paying attention i happened to accidentally collided with someone. I almost fell over but she grabbed my arm to stop the my fall and her drink fell onto my hoodie, then the floor.
shit; i hope shes not too mad I made her lose her drink. i thought.
"Are you alright?" she began, but as soon as I looked up at her, I was struck with awe and couldn't focus on a single word she said.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still as i looked up and found myself captivated by Soojin's presence.
Is it really Seo Soojin? I had heard about her, thought she was stunning when I saw her on TV, but now, seeing her in person, I'm completely mesmerized. Out of all the people, I was fortunate enough to run into her?
She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry I ruined your jacket. Let me make it up to you by washing it for you."
Snapping out of my daze, I replied, "No, it's alright, really." I glanced down at the spilled drink in front of us. "...I'm sorry for causing you to lose your drink," I admitted.
She shook her head. "Still, let me make it up to you. I'll get this cleaned for you," she insisted, tugging at my sleeve, indicating she meant my hoodie.
I bit my bottom lip as I pondered. Could this be a sign?
"Well," I began, "what if you make it up to me in a different way?" I suggested, an idea forming in my mind.
She looked at me with confusion. "What way?" she inquired.
"Would you perform with me?" I asked.
"Perform with you? Are you an idol?" she questioned.
For some reason, in that moment, I felt compelled to tell her everything. I shared how long I had been training, how I struggled to debut because no group wanted me or how I would be kicked out right before a group's debut. I poured out my heart about what happened today and how they refused to accept me moving forward, even as a soloist. No matter how hard I worked, how much I tried, or the kind of song or performance I put together, they wouldn't give me a chance. Once I finished speaking, she paused, deep in thought.
"...Would you at least listen to my demo of a song before you say no?" I asked, interrupting her thoughts.
Soojin looked at me, puzzled yet intrigued by my proposal. We found a nearby café, where I nervously played the demo I had prepared. The heartfelt lyrics and the melody that flowed seamlessly through the speakers resonated with Soojin, stirring emotions she couldn't ignore.
I think in that moment she realized that this unexpected encounter was more than just a coincidence, just like me. It was a chance for both of us to fulfill our dreams together. With a newfound determination, Soojin looked at me and said, "Let's do it. Let's debut together as a duo. I believe in you, and I believe in us."
Her words filled me with a surge of excitement and relief. I had been hoping for her support, but hearing her say those words out loud made it all feel real. i had both been chasing this individual dream for so long, but now, it seemed like fate had brought us together for a reason.
As we sat in that cozy café, surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, we began to discuss our plans. We knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but we were determined to make it work. We brainstormed ideas for our performance of this song, what parts would be Soojin's and Soojin decided to be the choreographer for the song. we spoke there until the café closed.
As we stepped out of the café, I made up my mind to accompany her home. We engaged in a conversation about how we would commence our practice sessions and her potential inclusion in our group.
"So, have you come up with a name for our group?" she inquired.
"I'm still pondering on that. I never imagined I would reach this point," I chuckled nervously. "Do you have any ideas?" I prompted.
She tapped her chin with her index finger, humming as she contemplated. "Well, since there are two of us, maybe we could incorporate that number into the name to symbolize our unity."
I pondered for a moment before a thought struck me, causing me to halt in my tracks. "What do you think of Twostar?" I asked.
"That's adorable, I like it," she replied, giving me a smile.
Before we could delve into further discussion, we arrived at her house. "This is me," she stated, coming to a stop and turning to face me. "Give me your phone," she added.
She swiftly typed something into my phone, and a ringing sound emanated from hers. She handed my phone back to me. "So now we have each other's phone numbers. Call me in the morning, and we'll start from there," she said. "Also, text me when you get back to your dorm, okay?"
I nodded and responded, "I will, and thank you for this opportunity. I won't let you down."
She smiled at me. "I have a feeling you won't. See you soon," she said.
"See you," I replied as I watched her walk into her house. Once she disappeared inside, I made my way back to my dorm. I sent a text to Soojin and then allowed myself to sink into my bed.
This was real. It wasn't just a dream. I had contemplated leaving everything behind, but now I didn't have to.
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These Things I Miss but Know are Never Coming Back - Angus MacGyver Imagine [MacGyver (2016)]
Title: These Things I Miss but Know are Never Coming Back
Pairing: Angus MacGyver X Reader
Based On: Strawberry Wine
Word Count: 1,082 words
Warning(s): mention of abandonment, yelling
Summary: An old face walks back into the Phoenix Foundation and isn't surprised to be met with anger. They are left for pick up the pieces of something that they had been forced to break.
Author's Note: I love this song so much.
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I felt strange walking up to the war room.
I hadn't been there in a while now. I honestly was starting to doubt that I was ever going to be allowed back.
The Phoenix Foundation had sent me away on a case by myself.
We had all just gotten back when I was asked by a few agents to follow them. I assumed it was going to be a brief meeting concerning my conduct or something. But I sat there listening to them tell me about a mission they had been working on for months. They wanted me undercover to help them make an arrest and finish it.
I say wanted, but they didn't allow me to say no. I was going on the case no matter what.
And then, they didn't let me tell anyone. This would've been bad enough if I was simply part of the team. But that's not all there was for me. I had Mac. I loved Mac.
I didn't get a chance to tell the person I was in a relationship with where I was going.
They didn't seem to care that I thought letting the team know was a good idea. They took my phone and dragged me away before I could stop them.
It was weeks before I came back.
Now, I was meant to walk to the war room like nothing had happened. Just walk in and start working again. The idea of being so nonchalant made me sick to my stomach. I felt evil.
As I pushed the door open, the team was just about to walk out.
I immediately looked at Mac. There was a moment of shock on his face before a stern look took over and he looked away from me.
"(Y/n), welcome back," Matty greeted. "They mentioned that your case was over. The team's just leaving, but I expect you to be ready for the next one."
I still didn't look away from Mac.
He walked forward, going around me in an attempt to leave.
"Mac," I said. He didn't stop. He just kept walking.
I almost hated that his anger typically presented itself as silence instead of yelling.
I looked at Riley, Bozer, and Jack. The first two offered me awkward smiles and greetings before heading out. Jack stopped for a moment longer, smile more comforting than awkward before he hugged me and muttered that he was happy I was back.
After that, it was a waiting game.
Waiting for the team to get back.
Once I knew that they had made it home, I went to Mac and Bozer's. Bozer let me in immediately, telling me that Mac was out back.
I walked out quietly, feeling that sick feeling form in my stomach again.
"Mac," I said as I shut the back door behind me. He jumped a bit. I held my hands up. "Sorry. Bozer let me in."
He sighed, looking back at the fire pit.
Again, the sickening silence.
I walked over and sat next to him. I left some space between us. I was prepared to give him the space and time he needed, but I needed him to hear me.
"I missed you," I muttered. "Every day I was gone. It was hard to focus on the mission without you."
He didn't respond.
"What happened was wrong," I continued. "You deserved to know where I was-"
Mac stood up, walking to the other side of the fire pit. I didn't like it. It felt like we were getting ready to fight. I didn't want that. I just wanted him.
"Mac-"
"You left," he said simply, stopping me. "No word, no warning. You just left."
"It was a mission, Mac. I didn't-"
"And I worked through it!"
I closed my eyes for a moment, tilting my head down.
"I had to continue working while I thought you had just abandoned me! I had to move on without any answers! I loved you! And you couldn't even be bothered to pick up the phone and tell me what the hell was going on!"
Mac didn't yell often. Not like that, anyway. The pure anger in his voice broke my heart more than anything else.
"They wouldn't let me," I finally muttered, looking back at him. "They dragged me off to give me my information and then took my phone and sent me in. I didn't have a chance to contact any of you."
I saw something get through to him. I saw the anger dissolve just a little bit.
"I begged them to let me tell you that I was on a mission, but they were worried about it getting out. I couldn't get a hold of you."
He didn't speak. He crossed his arms over his chest. I felt like a kid getting caught doing something that they knew was wrong.
"I'm sorry for everything that happened," I continued. "I should've fought harder to contact you and the team. I'm sorry."
When there was still no response, I pushed myself up and turned to leave. I couldn't argue with a brick wall. If he didn't want to have this conversation, forcing it wouldn't work.
I was at the door when Mac spoke up.
"Wait."
I turned around to look at him.
"You really had no way to contact me," he asked.
I nodded. "Matty will confirm that if you don't believe me."
He started walking around the fire pit toward me.
"I love you, Mac, and I would give anything to go back-"
He shushed me as he made it over to me. His hands cupped the sides of my face. I felt like I was scanning every part of his eyes. I was trying to see the thoughts in his mind as they unfolded.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine gently. I felt like something had been frozen until that moment. I slowly kissed him back, my hands grabbing onto the front of his shirt as I did. The kiss felt brand new and familiar all at the same time. It had simply been too long.
When Mac pulled away, his forehead leaned on mine.
"I missed you," I muttered to him. "I missed you so much. And I love you."
"I love you too," he replied. I smiled. "I forgive you."
I leaned forward and kissed him again. He chuckled against my lips as his arms wrapped around me.
This was definitely the best part of coming home.
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My Thoughts on Mean Girls the Movie MUSICAL
(Taking a quick break from my usual postings to go back to talk a little bit about one of my other interests...musicals!)
I just wanna share some of my thoughts about the new Mean Girls movie, so I hesitate to really call this a review or a critique. First and foremost, gosh its marketing. Don't even get me started. I have so many questions, but that is not what I want to really focus on. I just needed to get it out of my system. Now, let's begin!
I consider myself a fan of the Broadway musical. Probably not to the extent where I would consider myself its #1 fan, but I did follow its journey to Broadway and any announcements that came during its initial run and tour. I have yet to have the pleasure of watching it live (only through a slime tutorial on YT). So, for someone like me who has listened to the cast recording and watched any live performances by the any of the Bway or touring casts countless time, I can at at least appreciate that this movie exists to deliver the musical aspect to a larger audience.
Jaquel, Auli'i, and Renee (maybe in that order?) are the standouts to me. I absolutely loved Jaquel and Auli'i as Damian and Janis. I honestly think I have nothing but good things to say about their performances and portrayals. And again, from hearing and seeing clips of Renee in the Broadway cast, I was so happy to hear she was cast as Regina George in this adaptation. If you haven't already listened to the movie's soundtrack, most of the songs from the musical were adapted to fit more of a pop vibe than the original Broadway style. While I am happy to have like an official version of Renee singing Regina's song, I felt like her voice was toned down a bit to fit this iteration of the music. Don't get me wrong, she still sounds amazing but I didn't feel like she was able to truly show off her musical theatre chops.
Also, on the subject of the soundtrack, I listened to it before seeing the movie. And can I say, watching it really makes a big difference. I had a lot of thoughts about "Fearless" and "Stop" being cut. But, it kinda makes sense since those are the Act 1 closing and Act 2 opening songs, which in a movie, is not going to have that break, or intermission. In this still being an adaptation of Mean Girls, you have the scene where Cady tells Regina she can no longer sit with the Plastics and is subsequently shunned from the rest of the cafeteria. It's there, there's just no song to accompany it. But, it did feel like the right call since I think that part of the movie would've started dragging if those songs were both kept in.
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"Where Do You Belong" is another song that was cut that I have mixed feelings about. I am still a little sad that it was cut, and I don't think it would've slowed down the pacing that much if left in. After watching the movie, while I can't say it was the right move to cut this song, it definitely didn't feel like there was something missing in this part of the scene. Now, this song leads into "Meet the Plastics" in the musical, which was significantly trimmed down for the film. It's kinda funny to me that the title is still plural when it's only Regina's part. In having this be the third song in the movie, and really the first one after the opening, there is a bit of power that inherently(?) comes with it in having Regina's entrance announced through song.
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As I've seen others point out, two of Damian's songs were cut. So, I am really happy that they turned "Apex Predator" into a duet between Janis and him (rather than Cady and Janis). This is a change or perhaps addition that I really enjoyed. In the movie, this scene/song still takes place at Northshore High (with any mall scene being completely removed). Going along with the lyrics, the choreography resembles the musical in more ways than others, with the students acting like different animals. And it works but also it doesn't. The choreography definitely fits the lyrics. But that comparison between students as animals and high school as a savannah that is set up in "It Roars" does not happen because "What ifs" replaced "It Roars." As a result it feels a little weird (I hesitate to throw out the word cringey, but maybe a little bit). I'm familiar enough with the musical that I could tell they were definitely pulling from that number as it appears in the musical, but if I was not, I don't really know how I would feel.
The last song I'm gonna talk about is "What Ifs" replacing "It Roars." For the slight story adjustments that were made as to why Cady and her mom return to the US, the new song definitely works. It sets up Cady wanting to explore "normal" high school or teen life the same way "It Roars" does, but it supports the detail of Cady talking with her mom at some point about what she feels she is missing out on because they are in Africa (from what I could gather, the decision to move back to the US is much more driven by character interest or desire, rather than cut funding and becoming the only option). The vibe or style of this song also works well amongst the rest of the soundtrack, especially since I can't imagine "It Roars" translating that well into this new style.
For some smaller details that I really enjoyed, I really liked how (if I'm remembering correctly) when Karen is first introduced, she's wearing a necklace that has her name on it, but she's wearing it backwards (leaning into that "she is the dumbest person you will ever meet"). It was shown in a trailer or an ad, but during "Revenge Party," there is the section where Janis, Damian, and Cady try to embarrass Regina by turning on a sprinkler that will hit her (and ruin her makeup). I like how we see Ashley Park's character, the French teacher, try to mimic the "wet look" since it almost feels like an homage to her playing Gretchen in the musical, who is always described as trying to please or be just like Regina.
Everyone has their own opinions, so I can't say with confidence oh this type of person will love it or this type of person will hate it. But, I can say as someone who loves the musical, I really enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun and was generally smiling throughout the whole thing since in a way, this is the closest I've come to (and may come to) seeing the Mean Girls musical adaptation. Even then, this movie felt like it was trying to do its own take on Mean Girls and Mean Girls the Musical, and I'll give the directors and creatives credit, some of it really worked (and some didn't). I wanted to see this movie, but I was unsure how to feel going into it since I couldn't tell if it was going to be bad or decently/surprisingly good. And after watching it, my initial reaction is to lean more towards the surprisingly good, which makes me happy.
Go see it for yourself though and be your own judge! These are just some of my thoughts. Feel free to comment or share yours! Or ask me about any of my other thoughts about the film.
-Dakota Wren
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