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Mirrorball | John Price x F!Reader
a/n: me?? posting??? in this economy?? unheard of. this is definitely not me writing needy price whaaaat
warnings: mentions of injury, trauma
summary: You’re trying to sleep, but someone wakes you up with a long awaited phone call. OR, John’s outside of your door, begging for forgiveness.
It was a work day tomorrow and someone had the audacity to call you in the middle of the night. Your eyes tried to blink away the murkiness of sleep as you answered the call, not even paying attention to the ‘Unknown Caller’ blinking at the top of the screen.
“Hey.”
Your head fell back into your pillow, your hand holding your phone to your ear.
“Yes, John.”
“Don’t be that way.”
Your hand gripped your phone a little more, now that you were waking up more.
“Well, seeing that it’s…” You pulled the phone from your ear, looking at the time on the screen, “2:45 in the morning on a Tuesday, you’re only calling ‘cause you’re bored.”
There was a scoff on the line. “Why can’t you just accept that maybe I’m worried about you?”
Your eyes were still closed, your eyebrows furrowed and you mumbled, “Tell me what you want or I’m hanging up.”
There was silence. Just the warmth that flooded through your chest every time you heard his low breathing; a signal, a waypoint, your reminder that no matter how much you want to turn away, there’s no escape from your desperate need for John Price. Your fingernails dug into your pillowcase, tears that have broken glass now soak the silk underneath your head. You could almost smell the rich tobacco that seemed to envelop his clothes and his worn skin - he was the feeling of sunlight reflected on shattered glass. Shining just for you.
You could imagine his hand curling your hair behind your ear, his soft lips pressing kisses into your hairline, your shoulder, your spine. You had memorized the way his hand would gently graze over your side, featherlight movement as he would whisper his promises, his mantras, but ignore your desires.
“M’here.”
Even in your half-asleep state, you felt a rush of confusion.
“You were in Afghanistan last night.”
“I lied.”
“You seem to do that often, John.”
Silence again. Your eyes opened to your dimly light room, the small light plugged into your wall helped you make out everything in your room. The jacket of his that still was tossed over the back of your favorite chair, most of his clothes hung in your closet - deep browns and dreary grays that were pressed against your bright blues, greens, and yellows. His breathtaking fiancé dressed in all of the colors that made you feel happy - but all were a farce, a lie wrapped up in a fairy tale. You weren’t happy. How could you be happy when your whole world decided to break your heart?
“Tell me what you want or I’m hanging up, John. I mean it.”
Silence. You could hear the quiet bustle of Liverpool outside your window, the street lamp’s warm light hidden by your dark curtains. Curtains he used to move at this time of night to open your window, he would burn the end of his cigar and watch the city lights.
Now, he stood outside your front door, without even a knock.
“What I did to you wasn’t right, I knew that then and I know that now. Screaming at you and telling you I never wanted to see you again was the biggest mistake of my life. I love you. And love isn’t supposed to be like that. I-I was… I was scared. I am scared. I’m scared of what you think of me, I was scared of what almost happened to me, I’m terrified to lose you.”
“Stop.”
“Please. I’m here.”
“What do you want, John?”
“I want come home.“
Another pause.
“Please let me in.”
Your stomach lurched.
You hated that you sat up, lethargic body dragged behind your mind as you silently made your way to your front door; cold phone pressed to your ear. He was a warm light, you were like a late night moth - hearing the familiar hum of one John Price.
“I’ll do anything, love. Please.”
You stretched your arms as you stood on your tallest tip toes, it reminded you of spinning on your highest heels, just for him. You could remember his hands, gentle on your hand and waist as he had laughed deeply in that ballroom all those years ago. The way his touch never differed from anything gentle or soft, even as he held your hips in late nights, pulling loud moans and cries from you as he fucked you passionately. The way he whispered your name like gospel as you sobbed into his chest. It was impossible to forget what he’s done for you - and what actions he made that caused you pain.
He was made of a broken spotlight, his light reflected on you. Your mirror pieces had fell long ago, your fingers still bleed from picking up your shards, from pressing them into place so when he came around, you would reflect his slowly dimming light just like a mirror ball.
Your hand pulled open the door, gazing at the man you so painstakingly loved - face dirty, scarf disheveled around his neck, beanie snug on his head. You didn’t care that his rough hands gripped your hips, metaphorically pressing in the glass shards like always. He pulled you to him, your face landed in his scarf as he wrapped you in his freezing embrace. You moved to rest your chin on top of the scratchy wool, your lips right next to his ear.
“Are you hurt?”
He walked both of you into the apartment, skillfully kicking the door closed as he held you tighter. A fist on your lower back, a steel grip on your shoulder as his nose was firmly pressed into your (bonnet/hair). You could feel his chest, how it didn’t dare expand - he was holding his breath. As if he let you slip, that the mirrorball he adored would shatter into a thousand pieces. Your hand pushed into the back of his ribcage, moving in soothing circles.
“Breathe, John.”
You expected a harsh exhale, something loud in your ear, but all you received was a soft sigh through his nose. The freezing clothes that clung to him began to warm, his heartbeat erratic - you could feel it in his back, right behind his heart.
“Are you hurt?” You asked again.
He didn’t answer, silence was his weapon of choice now. He was full of words on the phone, telling you things you wished to hear earlier - oh shit, your phone. The phone you dropped on the floor before opening the door, hopefully it wasn’t broken. You had so many of him on there. So many photos of him hanging off your arm, lips pressed against your soft skin, eyes gazing lovingly at you.
“What do you need?”
You need me. I know you like the back of my hand.
That’s when he let go, pulling away from you to show fresh tears on his flushed face. Your eyes widened with concern, you tried to reach his face but his hands intercepted yours - holding them with a firm grip.
“I don’t need you to forgive me.” His voice was melancholy, a melody of grief and fear that you had never heard before. “I am an awful man. Rubbish. I hurt the one good thing in my life because I thought you hating me would be easier for me to die with.”
Your stomach coiled up into a knot, tight and uncomfortable.
Your fiancé held back a sob as he spoke, “I got hit. I almost died, all I could think about was how much you would hate yourself because I made you hate me. I don’t want that. I want to be by your side forever, I want you to put me in my place, I want you to take everything from me because I am not worthy of anything without you.” His hands squeezed yours. “I want to lay beside you for as long as I live. I want to only know you for the rest of my life. I want to do everything you ask of me.”
“What do you need, John?” Your voice softer than ever before.
He blinked away tears. “I need you to teach me how to truly be a better man. I need you to guide me. I need you to love me. I need you.”
You had told yourself a thousand times that he would never crawl on his knees to you, that his pride would destroy you, that he would never show weakness to you - but here he was. Showing his belly, giving you the chance to deliver the final blow.
You supposed he was waiting for it. Waiting for your teeth to sink in and rip him apart like a chew toy, scream at him until your voice ran hoarse, push him away until he fell onto his ass. But… you couldn’t. You were ready to walk away from him ten minutes ago, but now it’s… terrifying. Walking away from the one thing keeping you whole.
You squeezed his hands. “Marry me, John Price.”
His eyebrows furrowed, he was about to question you. But you spoke again. “Marry me today and show me that all that you said was a promise.”
He didn’t nod for long as he let go of your hands, grabbed your face and kissed you - pushing your head backwards as he pressed his entire body to you. You didn’t care anymore if he cut himself on your glass, you were sure he would fix the edge just to keep you happy.
Keep you spinning like his favorite mirrorball, shining just for him.
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#lethalchiralium#keri writes#call of duty#captain john price#john price#john price x reader#john price x female reader#john price x f!reader#captain price#captain price x reader#captain john price x reader#captain price x female reader#captain price x f!reader#captain john price x female reader#captain john price x f!reader
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Hello my babies!
I know you’re seeing a lot of these from me lately but never fear! This is just to let you know the schedule for the rest of the year:
Saturday 12/23: Next to Normal, pt3
Find part 1 and part 2 at these links!
Sunday 12/24: First Christmas
A Marcus Pike one-shot about meeting your new husband's family for the first time at Christmas.
Friday 12/29: an as-yet-unnamed New Years fic featuring Jack Daniels and a plus size reader.
Sunday 12/31: Vampire Waltz, chapter 14
If you're not up to date on Max Phillips' soulmate story, enjoy some time catching up!
King Javi and his princess will return in January in The King's Queen, and there are a lot more things on the way! After the new year I'll have a better idea of what's coming next-- including which soulmate story will be following Max's 🧡
#Connie writes#Keri and Connie's chaos cruise#new year new stories#Max Phillips#Joel Miller#Marcus Pike#Jack Daniels#Agent Whiskey#Javi Gutierrez
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yung notes app ko here sa phone ko puro kalungkutan tots and feels laman kasi tbfh sobrang lungkot ko lately. i know it's important that i go through tough times and not run from them, but damn it, im just so tired of going through it. im so tired. im exhausted. i feel depleted. i just feel so weak and defeated all over.
#i wanna write all my sadness away on an actual notebook slash journal but im the kind of person that categorize slash organize things lmao#like the journal that i hv are for happy days or normal chill days#i dont hv a journal dedicated to sadness kqsi lately keri ko naman imanage mga kinakalungkutan ko#but ever since this recent great loss happened hindi ko na kaya imanage yung lungkot galit tampo sa circumstances sa buhay sa mundo sa laha#umiiyak ako kung saan man ako abutan ng lungkot like di ko mapigilan yung luha#a few days ago nasa bgc me kasi may three resto features kami tapos umiiyak ako habang nagshshoot shutangena#pero ayun sobrang lungkot ko talaga na gusto ko magpakalayo layo muna but also ayoko umalis ng bahay kasi kakauwi niya lang samin ulit#unfortunately umuwi siya in an urn na and i just cant gahd bakit parang ang highlight ng buhay ko ay death and grieving#pagod na pagod na pagod na ko#eniwey ayon nga i tried looking for a journal sa nbs nybg nakaraan pero nafrustrate ako kasi wala lang basta sobrang wala ako sa sarili ko#soayon sa phone ko lahat binubuhos tapos sobrang wala ako energy to do home stuff werq stuff#i just wanna drop all my responsibilities and wallow in sadness and anger and resentment#im avoiding questioning things but damn it bAkeht ba to kailangan mangyari#bAkeht ganito bAkeht kailangan may bawi parati#ang hirap maging thankful lately but im rlly trying my best and hardest#donut#p.s. binasa ko ulit tong post ko lalo na the tags and i saw grammatical errors pero wtvr malungkot ako ngayon kiber na nyeta
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NEW TGCF EXTRA???FUCK WHERE EO I READ THIS
update: access the TL here
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84,979 words and I'm ready to throw all of them in the shitter. But this is why it's called a draft. Get the ideas down first and shave off the extra adjectives later.
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If the Time Travel AU is a separate thing then what in the world "Tsukasa bullying time" 👀👀?
Ahaha that's actually a very self-indulgent scenario that I came up with when I was going through a bit of a bad period
But basically I wanted to explore a bit of Tsukasa's relationship with anger, the teasing he gets from other characters, and what would push him to the extreme despite his ideal of a star "not letting (bad) emotions get to him" or smth. And some other things. It's a bit of a "Tsukasa's no good very bad day" thing basically GAHHS (it ends well promise!!). I've just seen several things in the stories around this topic that intrigued me
This is NOT in ANY way hate to other characters or anything. Heavens forbid. I'm just exploring a certain scenario and relationships
Even so idk if I'll ever show it because I'm a bit scared of being misinterpreted. As I said it's very self-indulgent too (a bit of projecting too hdhhs)
#im actually trying to explore saki's anger too. amongst other feelings#its in the “saki and kasa moment” one#“moment” is badly spoken bc that fic would be spread over a longer period of time#but theres one scene that begins it that i started outlining and writing(?) and thats the “moment”#keri rambles#thank you for asking tho!#hoc tag#asks
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Keri Hilson Lights Up Zambia's Ladies Fiesta Festival.
Zambia is ablaze with excitement as the electrifying R&B-pop sensation, Keri Hilson, makes her grand entrance into the heart of Lusaka. Touching down on Thursday, April 18th, 2024, the American songstress brings with her a wave of anticipation ahead of her highly-anticipated performance at the Ladies Fiesta Festival.
The Ladies Fiesta Festival, an event dedicated to celebrating the power and strength of women through the universal language of music, has become a staple on Zambia's entertainment calendar. Hosted by Kudu Crescent Entertainment, this star-studded affair has previously played host to iconic Hollywood and international stars, cementing its status as a must-attend event.
Renowned for chart-topping hits like "Energy," "Pretty Girl Rock," "Loose Control," and "Knock You Down," Keri Hilson is set to command the stage with her undeniable talent and magnetic stage presence. Fans across the nation have been buzzing with excitement, eagerly awaiting the chance to witness the powerhouse performer in action.
Amidst the anticipation, Keri Hilson has been spotted mingling with Zambia's own musical luminaries, including Salma Sky and her husband and manager, Stevo. The camaraderie and shared excitement among artists only serve to heighten the anticipation for what promises to be an unforgettable night of music and celebration.
The stage is set, and the countdown to the Ladies Fiesta Festival on April 20th, 2024, at the prestigious R & G Arena has begun. As fans gear up for a night of soul-stirring performances and unforgettable moments, Keri Hilson stands ready to deliver a show-stopping performance that will leave hearts racing and spirits soaring. Get ready to be "knocked down" by the one and only Keri Hilson!
#keri hilson#hollywood celebrities#blackdontcrack#Zamb#afrocentric#magazine#africa#panafrican#my writing#afrofuturism#african politics#artists on tumblr#african writers#fashion#writers#new music#music video#music#musician#america#americana#native american#african music#traditional art
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No but I adore Keri Russell so it’s right up my alley
It’s good! I watch a lot of those one season “psychological thriller” type shows when I’m in between passions (I just finished season 6 of Supernatural which was meh after how good Season 5 was so I figured a break would do me good) and it was tagged as a psychological thriller and suspense thing on Netflix with this picture I think
So I thought, ok this is going to be an overly serious but kind of trashy political thriller I’ll forget in five minutes. Or it’ll go like Bodyguard and be confusing and heavy. But as I say, it reminded me of The Good Wife if you ever watched that. Mostly because it’s heavy material - it’s about the new US Ambassador to the U.K. handling the fall out from a suspected Iranian bombing of a British ship - but it doesn’t feel heavy, it actually doesn’t explain much but you don’t feel out of your depth either, and it’s really fast paced but not so much you get lost. And The Good Wife would take a story about a civil lawsuit brought against a cheese manufacturer and make it really engaging and kind of soap opera but in a good way? But also it’s funny. You wouldn’t guess that at all from the promo and it’s not a comedy as such but it is deliberately funny. So yeah, I enjoyed it! And Keri is great in it. Rufus could do with working on his American accent but she’s really good
#ask#anon#non royal#the diplomat#keri russell#I also watched the sister which was mostly garbage#terrible acting and there were some great moments of tension but the ending was completely unresolved#and not in a cliffhanger way#just in a bad writing way
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Today’s fun fact:
In the usual naming system in Republican Rome, women only had one name - the feminine version of the name of their family. So, for example, Gaius Julius Caesar’s daughter was named Julia.
Have you spotted the problem? Yes, Caesar’s aunt was also named Julia. If Julia had had any sisters, all of them would have been named Julia. Just a whole passel of Julias. Every single one of them, Julia.
#keri writes about ancient stuff#you guys know me#it's all roman onomastics and gays making out#there are some even weirder features of the naming system but i'm still working some of them out
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not a single idea of how to play basketball in sight
#pufferfish rags to riches#ts4#ts4 gameplay#the sims 4#sims#sims 4#simblr#maxis match#ts4 edit#sasha caldwell-normulgoi#maxwell tinker#joslyn pancakes#sade landgraab#new girl is keri sasha met her at the pool#i didn't write down her last name so ill add her tag later
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oh keri are you writing cowboy price?!
oh no. no. you’re cute
i’m writing the 141 becoming sacrifices for a goddess ft sleep token lore ☺️
#it’s only been in my inbox since MARCH.#‘oh i thought you were writing cowboy price-‘ I WAS. I GOT DISTRACTED#keri speaks#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty#captain john price#john price#kyle garrick#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#john mactavish
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Are you open to saying which Pedro boy is taking Marcus’ place for your Friday postings following the epilogue???
I AM open to it, in fact! Here's the planned post schedule for the next few weeks. While it's always subject to change because life is a bitch, I can at least tell you what the plan is:
Sun April 9 - ch 11 of Down the Rabbit Hole
Fri April 14 - Epilogue of The Complete Idiot's Guide to Dating Your Ex
Sun April 16 - ch 12 of Down the Rabbit Hole
Fri April 21 - part 1/2 of What Happens in Vegas (Marcus Moreno x high school sweetheart)
Sun April 23 - ch 13 of Down the Rabbit Hole
Fri April 28 - part 2/2 of What Happens in Vegas
Sun April 30 - ch 14 of Down the Rabbit Hole
Fri May 5 - part 1/3 of Bright Lights and Broken Dreams (Dieter Bravo x lost love)
Sat May 6 - part 3 of A Second Chance at Love for the 2 year anniversary of its first installment
Sun May 7 - ch 15 of Down the Rabbit Hole
Fri May 12 - part 2/3 of Bright Lights and Broken Dreams
Sun May 14 - Epilogue of Down the Rabbit Hole
Fri May 19 - part 3/3 of Bright Lights and Broken Dreams
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sentences to make you burst into tears
#i would fuck up a charcuterie board. give it here.#i sent this to keri earlier... well *i* think it's funny.............#yes i'm writing no i'm not working on anything you want me to work on. peace sign pose doggy dot png
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Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: WangXian (Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian)
Additional Tags: Original Characters, Novel Post-Canon, Married WangXian, Adoption, Family, Romantic Fluff, Babies, the deep importance of names and identity, this fic would've been rated g if wangxian weren't permanently horny for each other
Rating: Teen
Category: M/M, Gen
Status: Complete (1/1)
Word Count: 2292
Summary: It appears that neither Lan Wangji nor Wei Wuxian have grown out of their penchant for naming children after how much they love each other.
#keri chats#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wangxian#lan wangji#wei wuxian#behold the beginning of my sprawling postcanon au#here's hoping i can write n post the rest of it too#mangoficx#i will think forever and ever upon wwx's name and what family means to him. ugh. romance
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Apropos of nothing (I reserve the right to change my blog title to that because the more I say it, the better it feels.), if anyone is interested in the draft that eventually became "A Light In The Darkness", the Book One masterpost can be found here:
If you have already read Book One, either the draft or the published book, then catch up with the Book Two masterpost here:
Book Two does refer heavily to events in Book One, so it is suggested that you read them in order.
#Keri writes a book.#And is working on writing another one.#And is thankful for the Occasional Lurker™ reminding her of what she's capable of.
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This is the best thing I've drawn yet. I never want to do it again.
#writing#kinda?#this art is FOR my writing#writeblr#why did i make myself draw three batik patterns#i better not see any comparisons of the mask i drew and the mask on acosf—#that ax-looking thing at the hip isn't an ax btw it's a keris sheath#a keris is a traditional dagger#artists don't come at me with the proportions#i tried#for context this is the outfit that a contestant wears in my wip's magic competition
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