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Leaving On a Jetplane

Summary: In order to become a pop sensation, you have to leave Melissa numerous times. It never gets easier. One day though, you won't have to leave her behind.

attached is my version of the song- and the songs that i mentioned that reader wrote are actually ones i wrote, so let me know if you want to hear them!

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Music has always been such a big part of your life- you’ve been playing guitar since you were five. You started writing music at thirteen. Your songs could be about anything. And when you were twenty-one, you decided to head down to the local dive bar that you know almost always has live music. Somehow, by some grace of God, the owner of the dive bar took a liking to you. So, you’ve had a steady Thursday night gig there for a while now. The owner there is even able to connect you with a few other bars for nights that you can’t play at his bar due to other performers.

You’ve been doing it for quite some time now, and it always brings you a sense of peace. You stand up there with your guitar playing a mix of songs that you love to cover along with some pieces of your own sprinkled in. You never announce who the songs are by, and this time is no different.

You’re up on the small makeshift stage that the place has when you introduce a song that you had written during college about an old girlfriend when you spot her walking into the bar. She’s a beautiful redhead, hair curled perfectly and outfit hugging her in all the right places. She looks far too put together to be in the skanky dive bar that you’re in right now. But then again, so do you- dressed in your floral jumpsuit with the little high heeled wedges that you’re clad in. It’s far from the vibe of this bar. But you know what you like, and you stick to it. It usually helps draw in a crowd of horny bastards who will buy you drinks (that you can always get for free thanks to your sweet personality and connection with the owner) once you’re done with your set. Tonight though, you stumble through your introduction as you’re eyes follow that beautiful redhead.

“A-and this is a song about… uh, well… seeing someone from across the room and knowing that you’re going to end up with them… hopefully over a box of pizza one day,” you stutter out before strumming your ukulele a few times.

You’re able to execute the song as you usually do- with flirty intonations and sweet smiles. Those looks are usually directed towards the men that you know will buy you a drink once you’re finished your set, but tonight they’re only directed at the redhead who has now found her way to the bar and is sipping on a Miller while listening to your sweet and soft voice. You can’t help but notice the way that her foot taps along to the beat, and a smile appears on her lips once she realizes that you’re only looking at her. Her eyes stay on you for the rest of your set. When you close, singing a song about how you want to get drunk and go dancing under the stars, you can’t help but notice the way that the woman licks her lips.

You step off the stage, and you’re immediately bombarded by a few of the men who you would consider to be regular fans of yours. You aren’t interested in the free drinks that you could get off of them tonight. No- instead, you sit down at the bar and order yourself a beer, hoping that the green eyed beauty would make her way over to you.

She does, of course. She slides onto the barstool next to you with a soft smile as she sips her own beer.

The woman glances at the Yuengling you ordered before waving the bartender over. “Put her drink on my tab.”

“Oh,” you blush. “You don’t have to do that.”

“A pretty girl deserves a drink,” she tells you. “Especially after she practically sang her entire set to me.”

You blush. “You noticed?”

“How could I not?” she chuckles back. “A gorgeous girl with the voice of an angel singing to me that she already fell and wants to get some pizza and then get drunk and go dancing under the stars? Yeah, I notice. You got a name.”

“I do,” you smile back easily. “Y/N.”

“Melissa.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night at the bar chattering about, and by the end of the night you have her number.

You stand on the street corner as you wait for an Uber back to your apartment. “So, tomorrow at six? I can pick you up after work to get some pizza,” you reference the first song you stumbled through to her.

“I would love that,” Melissa tells you.

Your Uber pulls up, and you daringly kiss her cheek before climbing in. You go to shut the door, but you’re stopped at the call of your name.

“Yeah?”

“Let me know when you make it to your place safely.”

“You do the same.” Your driver pulls off, and you watch as she starts to make her trek back to her own townhouse.

Since that one night, you and Melissa have been seeing each other rather steadily. It’s been almost two years at this point, and you couldn’t be happier with the way that this relationship is progressing. The two of you are actually speaking of moving in together and starting your lives as a unit. You never thought that she would get to that level of commitment given her past, so you’re thrilled and eagerly agree when she’s the one to bring it up.

Having your income from being an aide at Abbott (of course, you’re your girlfriend’s aide) as well as Melissa’s income as the second grade teacher, and grade level leader for the school meant that instead of two separate and small apartments, you could upgrade to a nicer, bigger apartment- or a townhouse if you could find one in your budget.

You’ve been searching for places to live, and you’re fairly certain that you’ve found one that you absolutely adore. The two of you sign the forms in order to obtain ownership of the quaint little townhouse that you found in Queen Village before you head off to your own apartment with your girlfriend in tow to change into something a bit more appropriate to sing at the bar in. You sling your guitar over your own shoulder while Melissa takes your ukulele for you and sets it in its case- she carries that instrument to the bar for you.

While she mills about, you begin to set up the stage for your little set. The crowd that you attract is a steady one; most of the people that occupy the bar are your regulars, although there are always a few new faces. You sing your standard songs to show your range from broadway hits turned acoustic, all the way to the classics, and everything in between, and then finally back to your own original music.

The entire time that you sing, you feel eyes on you- what do you expect? You’re standing on the stage by yourself with just your strings and your voice as you pour your heart out onto the stage through song. But as opposed to the easy eyes that Melissa usually gives you and the smiles that your usual patrons have on their faces, there’s a woman and a man sitting in the back with rather… judgmental faces, lips quirked to one side and eyebrows furrowed as they whisper to each other while you sing. You clock them before turning back to your girlfriend and singing with the bright smile that you usually wear.

The final song that you sing is the one that you wrote in college, about how you have to make money, but you’ve never quite been the one to go out there in search of your real dreams- singing and writing music, releasing albums. Although you wrote it in a time where you were a struggling college student having a hard time even just putting dinner on the table and you’re now much better off, the lyrics resonate with you hard. You’re still trying to figure everything out in this crazy world that you’ve been thrown into. As you sing the last lyric, you look to Melissa, who nods. She silently assures you that you’re going to figure it all out together, she’s on your team now, and together you’ll be just fine. You thank everyone for coming out and to wish them a good night before heading off the stage- you’ll pack up later. Right now, you have a redhead to kiss.

And you do. She tells you how wonderful you were today, just as she does after every stint that you do, and you smile into the kiss.

“You were so good tonight, amore,” Melissa tells you softly. “Like, you’re always great, but tonight was exceptional.”

“I don't know,” you shrug as you pull away from her. “There was this couple in the back staring at me, and they didn’t seem like they were enjoying it.”

“Well, fuck them,” your girlfriend rolls her eyes. “You were phenomenal tonight.”

You give her a smile, but it isn’t one that quite reaches your eyes. Then, in your peripheral view you can see the couple that was staring at you with darker eyes than most start to make their way up to you. You straighten just slightly, and Melissa looks at you curiously. She jumps when she hears a voice directed at you.

“Y/N?” the woman taps you on the shoulder.

You turn just slightly to face her. “Yes?”

“Marina, and this is my husband Tyler,” she tells you as she sticks a hand out to shake.

It turns out that the couple was a scouting agent, and the owner of the bar had invited them to come out to listen to you. When you turn to see Scott nodding along next to them, you give him a wide eyed look.

“Kid, I knew if I told you, you’d freeze. Am I wrong?” Scott asks.

“Well, I-”

“He ain’t wrong, mi amore,” Melissa chuckles as she kisses your cheek. “You would’ve been a nervous wreck.”

“Why do you think I told you to sing more of your originals?” the owner chuckles.

“Regardless,” the man tells you. “My wife and I are record producers, and ol’ Scotty here is a friend from the past. While we were in town, he told us we should come check you out. You got talent.”

You blush a furious shade of red. “Thank you.”

“We think you got what it takes,” Marina tells you. “How would you feel about coming out to LA to produce a record with us?”

As if your eyes weren’t already wide enough, they only continue to grow, and your eyebrows creep up your forehead. “What?”

“LA,” Tyler repeats. “As in… Los Angeles.”

You end up discussing with them while they’re out visiting, in the dimly lit bar during the lull of the day. You’re set to go out to the golden state at the end of the month, although they aren’t sure how long you’ll be out there. You’ve given them multiple demos and samples of songs you’ve written… they love them all.

Marina and Tyler are willing to put a great amount of time into you and your record- they know that you have what it takes to make it big. You have a wonderful personality, your heart is on your sleeve, your lyrics are relatable, and your melodies are absolutely stunning.

And so, with all of the unexpected expenses of you moving out to LA for the unforeseen future to create your dream, your plans to move all of your things out to your new townhouse are put on hold. Melissa understands- she’s thrilled for you, really. She isn’t necessarily thrilled that she’ll be out an aide and without her girlfriend at night, but this is what has to happen for you to attain your dreams. So, she goes along with it.

You hate that you have to be away from her for an extended amount of time- and right as everything was falling into place. You had asked Melissa if she really was okay with this all, and she assured you that you should follow your dreams. You promise her that you’ll call her every night, and if it gets to a point where it’s putting too much of a strain on your relationship you’ll fly back and forget about it. Your girlfriend tells you that that is absolutely ridiculous, and that the two of you will be just fine.

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. I’m standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breakin’, It's early morn. The taxi's waitin’. He's blowin' his horn. Already I'm so lonesome, I could die.

The night before you leave, you have to stay at your own apartment while she stays at hers. You hate waking up alone, but you suppose you should get used to it. You won’t have her body next to you for at least the next month.

Come morning, your bags are packed and loaded into the taxi that’s taking you to the airport. You had already said goodbye to Melissa last night, but after some thought, you have the taxi take you to your girlfriend’s instead. You promise him that you’ll pay the fare that you run up while you say goodbye to your girlfriend one last time. He rolls his eyes but does oblige to your request- after all, it’s making him money.

As you pull up to her townhouse, you call her.

“Hello?” she answers groggily.

“Baby, I’m outside your door. I’m sorry I woke you so early, but… I just need to see you one last time.”

You can hear her tumble out of bed with a promise that she’ll be there quickly. Her arms are around you before you even hang up the phone.

“I thought you were supposed to be heading to the airport,” she whispers against your neck.

“The taxi’s right there,” you sigh softly. “But I was already lonely.”

“I’m sure you’re going to have a great time,” she assures you. “Marina and Tyler are going to take care of you, and I’m always just one phone call or text away.”

“It’s gonna be a lot different than seeing you all day everyday though,” you mumble.

She nods reluctantly. “But we’ll be just fine, and you’re going to get your dream.”

The taxi man blows his horn, signaling that you really should get going if you’re going to make it to the airport on time.

So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go.

Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go.

“You should really get going, mi amore,” Melissa whispers a bit tearfully.

You nod with eyes full of sadness. She kisses you one more time before pulling away and smiling at you softly.

“You’re going to be just fine,” she promises you. “And I’ll be right here- waiting for you to come home.”

“I love you,” you mumble as you pull her in one more time. She holds you like she’s never going to let you go, but then the taxi’s blowing the horn again. So, your girlfriend releases you and sends you on your way before you lose your nerve.

There’s so many times I’ve let you down- so many times I’ve played around. I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing. Every place I go, I’ll think of you. Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you. When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.

It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been out in Los Angeles without Melissa by your side. And honestly? You’ve been so incredibly busy with everything happening that you’ve hardly texted her, much less actually got to call her on the phone. You’re in the recording booth early in the morning, and you don’t stop working there until you have to head down to one of the bars that Marina and Tyler were able to get you in at. By the time you’re finished your sets, it’s nearly three in the morning for your girlfriend.

After many promised but missed calls, you finally have a moment to breathe. So you dial her. She doesn’t answer. A glance at your phone tells you why- it might be noon here, but it’s 3:00 back in Philadelphia- Melissa is definitely getting ready to see her students off for the rest of the day and can’t answer. You sigh and shoot her a text.

I’m sorry I’ve been so insanely busy lately that we’ve barely gotten to talk. I’m not trying to let you down or play around- and if you say the word and let me know that you want me to come home, I will. I miss you. I love you.

She doesn’t respond until much later, telling you that she understands and that this is everything that she expected it to be.

You call her immediately, not caring that you should be warming up your voice for a night of singing and playing- you’ve been singing since seven this morning. You’ll be fine. And you can always tune up later.

“Hi mi amore,” your girlfriend’s low voice comes through. “I’m shocked you’re calling this late.”

Time change. “Shit. I’m sorry, hun. I won’t keep you.”

“No,” she protests immediately. “I miss you, so I’ll lose an hour of sleep for you.”

“So romantic,” you chuckle as you roll your eyes. “I miss you too, hun.”

“How has LA been?”

“Every place I go, I end up thinking about you in one way or another. Whether it be that I’m singing a song about you and for you, or if I’m at a bar I think you’ll like. I’ll see the kids getting out of school across the street from the studio… you’re always on my mind.”

“The kids here miss you,” Melissa sighs softly. “They keep asking when you’ll be back so I’m not as in much of a mood.”

“I can get on a flight right now,” you tell her seriously.

You can practically see her green eyes roll. “No. You’re doing what you want.”

“I did tell Marina and Tyler that if any sort of success comes out of this, the next record that I make has to be closer to Philly- that I will put it into my contract that I will be producing it from their studio in New York instead.”

Melissa just sighs softly. “That would be nice. How much longer do you think you’ll be there?”

“It should only be a couple more weeks,” you promise her. “And then I’m coming home to be with you.”

You don’t let it slip that while you’ve been here, you were able to find an absolutely stunning ring to propose to her with. It’s already packed away in your carry-on bag so you can ask her as soon as your home. If this experience taught you anything, it’s that you want to be with that redheaded beauty for the rest of your life.

You end up flying home that weekend, just to visit her- it’s been too long, and you need to see her again or you think you might die. When she picks you up at the airport, you immediately get down on one knee and propose. She says yes, and you slip that stunning ring that you found in LA on her finger. In return, when you get home, she heads into the bedroom and pulls out a ring that she had bought for you two days after you left for the west coast.

But that weekend goes by too quickly, and she’s dropping you back off at the airport before she has to head back to Abbott.

So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go.

Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go.

“I love you,” you whisper, her forehead pressed against your own at the gate.

“I love you too,” she echos your sentiment just as quietly. “I’ll be waiting here for you in two weeks when you come home for good.”

“I know you will,” you mumble as you move to rest against her shoulder. You hold her like you’ll never let her go. And you won’t. Now that she has that stunning rock on her finger, and you have your beautiful diamond, she’s stuck with you.

“At least this time we know when you’ll be coming back,” she sighs quietly, stroking your hair.

“Yeah,” you concede. “But I hate that I have to leave you again… especially after we just got engaged.”

“But you’ll be back,” she smiles softly and kisses you one last time. “Now go, before you miss your flight.”

When Melissa enters Abbott that day, Barbara is, of course, the first to notice the new shiny rock on her finger.

“Oh, Melissa, did you finally pop the question?”

“Y/N actually did,” your now fiancée tells her work wife. “As soon as she got off the plane, she came running for me and got down on one knee.”

“That’s so wonderful. Congratulations.”

“What are we congratulating Schemmenti about?” Ava comes waltzing in behind the two of them at the coffee machine. “Get out of some legal trouble?”

“No,” Melissa smirks. “Actually…” she holds up her left hand and wiggles her fingers.

The principal grabs her hand and inspects the ring. “Damn, girl. That’s one big rock.”

As the rest of the group comes filing in, they too learn of the engagement. Congratulations are sung loud and high from some, while others resort to a simple, “Congratulations to you both.”

Throughout your day out in LA, you get texts from the Abbott group that you miss so dearly congratulating the two of you. Each time you answer one, you just send back a picture of your own ring.

The two weeks that you spend apart from Melissa after getting engaged are practically torturous. But the day finally comes that you get to see her again, and you thank every star that you’re able to wrap her up in your arms and never let you go.

Now that you’re back to life in Philly, at least for the time being, you revert back to your old life. You enter the elementary school hand in hand with Melissa on Monday, and everyone is somewhat shocked to see you.

“What?” you ask as you sit down at your table, Melissa heading over to the coffee maker for the two of you. “Didn’t expect to see me back?”

“You went off to play rockstar,” Gregory tells you. “And we all know you have a hell of a talent, so yes. It’s a bit shocking to see you back.”

“Well,” you sigh. “My album won’t be released for another few months- we were just laying the tracks. So, for now, and probably for forever- because I’m not that great- I’m back to being here with you all.”

“We’re all happy that you’re back, dear,” Barbara tells you gently as she lays a hand over yours. “Now let me see that rock of yours before I explode!”

The studio has you release a single of yours before you release the entire album. You pick the upbeat song that you have written- you took notes from Taylor Swift. It may not be your favorite song on the album, most of them being soft ballads, but a pop hit will send you up the charts for your first single. And it does. Your song plays on a near loop on the radio. It gets to a point that if you and Melissa are driving and you hear it, you have to change the channel.

“Honey, don’t,” Melissa tries to bat your hand away, but you’ve already switched stations. “I like your song.”

“I heard it a billion times,” you sigh.

“But I like hearing your voice.”

“I’ll sing for you when we get home, okay? Just… not that song anymore,” you try to compromise.

“Can you sing the growing up song?” she requests softly. “The one about your dad?”

You swallow. “Yeah.”

And you do. When you get home, you grab your guitar and your ukulele and sing her the acoustic versions of your songs- not the done up ones that the studio had produced.

While you’re waiting for the rest of your album to come out, you and your fiancée find yourself deep in wedding planning. You also find that a townhouse close to the one that you almost closed on all those months ago is up for sale, and for much cheaper. You purchase it immediately, despite your worries. Melissa tells you that she has faith in you and your music, and you’ll be fine financially once your album comes out.

When your album comes out, it’s an instant success. It comes as a bit of a shock to you- it’s rare anymore that newcomers to the industry have the levels of success that you’re experiencing right now. Various morning shows reach out to you, and you find yourself having to take a leave of absence from the school in order to travel and do interviews, talk shows, and performances. You only agree to do it if you can do them all in LA first, and then in New York before you return home to Philadelphia. You ensure that you do it in as short a time as possible- you have a wedding to plan. You make that very clear to Marina and Tyler. Yours and Melissa’s students are sad to see you go, but they know that you have to do it. They’ve heard your songs on the radio- they now know the talent that their classroom aide possesses.

Now the time has come to leave you. One more time, let me kiss you. Then close your eyes, and I’ll be on my way. Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone- about the times I won’t have to say, Kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go.

The day that you fly out to LA once again is one that you aren’t necessarily thrilled about. You wish that you could take Melissa with you. This would all be so much easier to cope with- the fears of flying, the being thrown into the eyes of the media without much prep, the imposter syndrome- if your fiancée was there with you.

You promise her today that you’ll be fine taking an Uber to the airport instead of her waking up ridiculously early on a weekend to take you. Begrudgingly, she agrees; her kids have been running circles around her lately. She does make you promise that you’ll wake her to see you off before heading back to bed. You nod with a smile.

As you watch her sleep, for just a few seconds before you have to wake her, your heart breaks. All you want to do is stay with her. But you can’t, because you have to promote all of your music if you want to have a shot at bringing in the big bucks.

“Honey,” you shake her shoulder gently. She groans but does peel her eyes open to look at you. “I have to leave.”

She nods, eyes still half open. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper as you lean down to kiss her. “Now go back to sleep. Dream about when I won’t have to leave you here anymore, and you can come travel with me.”

“I will,” she sighs softly. “But know that I’ll always be waiting here for you to come home.”

“I know,” you respond quietly. “I don’t know when I’ll be back this time, but I already can’t wait to come back to you. I hate leaving you.”

“Just think…” your fiancée smiles at you sleepily. “We’ll be married in a few months, and then it’s just us against the world.”

“It already is us against the world,” you tell her as you stroke her cheek with your thumb.

“Yeah,” she chuckles lowly. “But then at least in interviews you can refer to me as your wife.”

“I can’t wait for that day,” you sigh dreamily. You glance at the clock. “Okay, I really have to get going. The Uber is going to be here any second.”

Melissa leans up to give you one last kiss. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go.

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(Peeta’s version)

In loving memory of this song being removed from The Eras Tour set list, I'm publishing this little thing I just finished to write. It is technically set after the 74th Hunger Games and during the victory tour, and from Peeta's point of view. Let me know what you think about it, be kind because it's the first time that i write something not in my first language :)

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I sit and watch you reading with your head low

We’re in the living room.

I don’t even know why I came here, I just wanted to bring your family bread, but I should have said no when Prim asked me to stay for dinner.

It isn’t right to have dinner with your family and forcing you to see me when you don’t have to.

Well, I guess it won’t be a problem, you barely lifted your head when I walked in.

You looked at me behind the book you’re pretending to read for half a second, you couldn’t manage to hold the eye contact even while mumbling ‘hi’.

Now I’m sitting on the opposite side of the couch; you’re just staring at the book in your hands and it’s so obvious that you would want to be anywhere but here right now.

I feel like throwing up.

I should have said no.

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

I take in a breath so violently that it seems like I was drowning.

I was, in my dream at least. I was underwater, I couldn’t breathe or speak, but the water was so clear that I could see you being mauled by mutts near the lake in the arena. I was trying to scream so hard, to distract them from you, but nothing came out.

I try to not let the tears that are flooding my eyes fall, attempt to adjust my respiration but managing to take just some shaky pathetic breaths.

I feel a weight on my chest: looking down I realize that is your head.

You’re sleeping so peacefully, and I realize you didn’t wake up this night yet.

The thought that I can help you do that makes me want to cry.

Instead, I try to focus on your steady breaths, on your hand that is slowly and involuntarily caressing my rib and on the little smile that is forming on your face.

I sit and watch you

And notice everything you do or don't do

You're so much older and wiser and I

We’re in district three. The last stop at the Capitol is getting closer and tonight you’ve barely eaten anything. I’m watching you dissecting your duck, without even faking to stab it with the fork. Considering that you would never waste food, it is very concerning.

I tentatively tap your knee, thinking I can comfort you, but you shove my hand away.

A fat man with green hair engages me in a conversation and I try to contain my tears while he’s going on about how cute we are together.

Half an hour later, I’m standing in a corner with some red wine in my right hand when I feel a tentative touch on my left wrist.

“Can we sneak out?”

I should say no, I should be mad at you for shutting me out earlier.

I’m resolute to do so, but then I look into your eyes and see pure desperation.

I’m taking too much time to answer, you’ve noticed I’m struggling, and I can see that your bottom lip is starting to tremble, even if slightly.

You’re slowly retracting your hand from my wrist and I really should say no, because I know what sneaking out means with you.

Instead, I grab your hand and lead you away from the crowd.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

I feel so stupid waiting here. You always make me wait, don’t you?

Maybe it’s because you know that you will always find me right here.

I know that tonight wasn’t easy for you, we’re just one day away from the Capitol and I shouldn’t blame you for how you’re treating me.

I take a glance at my watch and notice it’s almost midnight.

I feel like that time I was five, maybe four, waiting outside my mother’s room to give her a drawing. I hoped that would make her forgive me for not being able to carry the pans. I remember standing there for hours, with the piece of paper in my right hand and a burning cheek; she never opened the door.

Just as I’m starting to feel my eyes burning, probably because of the lack of sleep, I can hear your footsteps approaching the door.

Use my best colors for your portrait

I know you hate them.

I saw that in your eyes when I showed you my paintings.

I know it was mostly because they reminded you of the arena and your nightmares, but I can say almost for sure that you were not happy about the fact that you were in almost all of them.

I’m perfectly aware that you would hate what I’m working on right now, and I promised myself to never let you see it.

But I can’t help searching for the best colors to use for your hair, trying to imagine what they would look like outside, in the sun.

What colors your eyes would have if you smiled at me as if you really meant it.

Lay the table with the fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it

I’m really trying to make this dinner pleasant for you, I really am.

I know that you hate all of this: this enormous table, the stupid pink cloth on top of it, the unnecessary gold cutlery.

You’re clenching your fist around the knife while some lady with blue hair is explaining to me how they make jewelry here, and I’m listening along just so she won’t bother you.

She’s quite old, and she’s insistent while making me feel her necklace that is sitting just a little too low on her exposed cleavage.

I’m assuming that you’re not even aware of what’s happening when you let the gleaming knife drop on the plate.

The blue haired woman immediately drops my hand while directing her stunned look towards the source of disturbance, but you’re already standing up and dragging me with you on the dancefloor.

While we’re swinging on some soft notes, I brush your hair to the side and put my mouth close to your ear.

“What was that earlier? If you wanted to dance, you could just go.”

My tone is playful, but your expression isn’t when you look up at me. It’s clear that you’re hesitant about what to say, and your cheeks start to veer toward a light red while your brain is searching for the right words to use.

I begin to think that it decided to use no words at all, when I feel your hand slightly brushing my hair before answering me.

“I wanted you just for me.”

I feel the words tickle my neck, and they seem to give me a little more air to breath.

You look up at me just for a millisecond before diverting your eyes again.

“At least for a little while.”

#I'm so sad she removed this song #but i hope you enjoyed reading this!#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #hunger games #thg #thg series #everlark fanfiction #tolerate it #taylor swift eras #taylor swift #the eras tour #evermore #no beta #i don't even know what a beta does exactly

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talonabraxas · 23 hours

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Working with the Energies of Gemini Season

As the Sun enters the zodiac of Gemini on May 20th, it crosses over the Pleiades, a cluster of seven stars that carry a high vibrational healing energy.

As the Sun crosses these stars and activates their energy, it opens a portal that is beamed straight to Earth and into our hearts, reminding us to focus on the light, all that we feel grateful for, and the innate healing powers of our body.

As we welcome this incredible Pleiadean energy, and as the Sun settles into the zodiac of Gemini, energy begins to shift from our lower chakras to our higher chakras. We move away from the grounded forces of Taurus Season into the cerebral forces that Gemini Season brings.

Gemini is an air sign that supports communication and self-expression. As Gemini Season unfolds, it becomes a power time to work on voicing our thoughts and feelings, sharing our story, and becoming a better listener.

Gemini energy is also highly social, and a great time to surround ourselves with like-minded souls that we can jive and create with.

Connecting with others can enrich our lives and our souls, so make it a priority under the Gemini Sun to spend time with friends, or take steps to create community in your life.

On deeper levels, Gemini also helps us to build a bridge between our human selves and our soul selves.

Represented by the twins, where one twin is immortal and the other mortal, Gemini reminds us that we are both human and a soul, and that it is important to nurture both these sides of who we are.

Sometimes, our human side and our soul side work in tandem, but other times, it can be hard for our human side to truly understand what our soul side can.

If you have been struggling to accept life events or create a balance between either of these sides, you may find that Gemini Season brings the support and knowledge needed to bring some harmony.

As an air sign, Gemini energy is always sending inspired ideas and lightbulb moments across the airwaves, so be sure your mind is clear and free of chatter so these inspirations are easily received.

Ways to Use the Energy of Gemini Season:

Find a balance between the material and the spiritual Recognize that there are two sides to the story Reflect on your style of communication Share your story – begin speaking, writing, or podcasting Redirect anxious energy to creative energy Embrace being a social butterfly Express your truth Journal your thoughts and feelings Update or reconsider your social media habits Release fears around expressing yourself Activate and heal your throat chakra Work with your hands

Gemini Season Journal Prompts:

You don’t have to do all these prompts; simply choose the ones that resonate with you the most. I would recommend doing at least three throughout the season.

1.) I feel safest expressing myself when… 2.) I really want to say… 3.) How can I give a voice to all the parts of me that I have silenced… 4.) I can enrich my human experience by… 5.) I can acknowledge the soul within me and this limitless Universe by… 6.) Two things can be true at the same time. Explore where two opposing thoughts or feelings may be coming up for you. 7.) Reflect on 10 ways you can be more social 8.) Reflect on your social media habits/consumption of content and information. What are 3 steps you can take to create a healthier approach to social media? 9.)Where are you living in your head rather than in reality? How can you take some of the ideas or stories that live inside you and begin bringing them to life? 10.) Think of a story from your past that you keep telling yourself. Now, write a new version of that story with a more awakened or positive outlook.

Energies of Gemini by Talon Abraxas

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encrucijada · 3 months

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might be silly and write bullet points for a possible tears of the kingdom fic 🫶

#i really like the lore we got but i can never let go of my first thoughts when seeing the opening of the game #i thought rauru was the original hero of legend #not skyward sword link but The Hero. hylia's hero #and i thought zelda would be accompanied by a zonai of her own who'd be hylia #i thought the statue at the end of every shrine were the first zelda (ss zelda basically) and hylia #and i Know the lore between games doesn't have to match up #but botw had the perfect excuse of being set like 10k years in the future so it made every past game possible #and then totk was like lol we're going back to the start of the timeline and it's Not skyward sword #it's personally annoying TO ME ‼️#so i want to write that version that lives in my head #where the zonai are the original species and some ascended into gods #hence farore. din. and nayru being dragons #i'm also annoyed totk ganondorf is like a mixture betwee demise and oot ganondorf #tf you mean he was trapped under eath hyrule castle?? did he not reincarnate during that time?? aside from manifesting as calamity twice??#is totk not the beginning of the timeline. instead its “past timeline” is just what happens before botw but not any of the other games #hyrule how has it been more than 10k and you haven't invented the industrial revolution #i digress sorry for the tags bible #pia writes fanfic

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months

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Why would you—That's not—I just wanted to ask for help, why did you have to go and make it awkward???

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #xue yang #Its such a relief to not have to draw so many characters once again.#Redrawing the specific font from the English translated mdzs books was surprisingly fun!#Maybe I'm alone in this...but I think characters switching to a different font of speech for *emphasis* is peak comedy #you can't communicate voice changes of sound very well in non audio forms so this is the best I can do.#Anyways...rip Xue Yang. You finally meet your idol and he brushes you off #Rather— he doesn't live up to the expectations you built in your head #Kind of an on going issue there Jester (I refuse to call him king or sir)#XY is constantly making people out to be the versions he needed them to be to feel justified in his actions #but struggles to pivot when confronted with the fact that these ppl are *more* than just one surface reading!#wwx doesn't actually think xy is flirting. He's just tired of all the fake fans + wants to get out of this convo.#button mashing the A button to skip the unskippable cutscene #Lan Wangji is in the next comic btw. I've missed him dearly. I'm sorry he's been gone so long </3 #edit: poorly spelt MDZS strikes again. This is why I need more time to write my comics. So I can actually proofread B*(#edit2: I cast 'Power of Technology' and fixed my error. Everyone reblog this version instead please

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leenfiend · 10 months

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i’m listening to those literary demerit episodes on dirty laundry feeling like a klance scholar rn and also shaking my fist at the fucking sky because clearly a lot of klance fic was influenced by it and god.......i wish i could live in a different timeline......we gotta do better this time soldiers. give me in character fic im on my knees begging.

#the way that sad twink keith had a fucking CHOKEHOLD ON THE LONG FICS #im smacking it away from me i dont want it #this is why i think i like later season fics better usually #bc people write them as like serious and tired and it feels more real 2 me #idk i love the early season dynamic i just wish.......idk #every day i feel like i get on here and complain about the quality of the popular voltron fics im so sorry lmao #ive found some genuinely good short ones i just was always someone who liked reading long fics but i still. cant find. good ones.#also i feel like when i say in character i mean the versions that live in my head but erm im right so....#me and all my mutuals....we're right....#colleen thoughts

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strange010 · 2 months

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I love yuri on ice and the Victuri/Viktuuri ship but I rlly wanna see if anyone has broken down their power imbalance

I am a SLUT for couples that are mostly healthy with an underlying toxicity that doesn’t show on the surface

Like Yuri idolized Victor and now he’s his coach like…I NEED SOMEONE TO DO AN ANALYSIS ON THIS BECAUSE I DONT HAVE THE KINDA BRAIN TO MAKE ONE MYSELF I JUST DONT HAVE THAT KINDA THINKING ABILITY TO GO INTO IT EVEN THO I KNOW ITS THERE

So if anyone knows a video or a post that talks about it please link it PLEASE IM ON MY KNEES I WILL EVEN TAKE A FANFICTION ABOUT IT

#again I love them #this was my first anime I watched and they have lived rent free in my head since middle school #It’s just this bit of their relationship that I think about so often but apparently no one else has #most fics are just about yuris insecurity or him idolizing victor just being written for embarrassing but cute moments #I want someone who is better at analyzing things to give me the gritty details #I’m such a hypocrite cause I always preach about if you want to see a fic so bad then write it ursrlf #I just don’t have the analysis abilities I’m not good at breaking things like this down #yuri on ice #victuri #vikturi #viktuuri #victuuri #I put all 4 versions of this ship name praise me #why have we not collectively decided on a spelling Jesus Christ #victor x yuri #yuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #that’s it I refuse to put every single possible spelling again

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raveartts · 2 years

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♥ The queen of Hearts ♥

#raveartts #akudama drive #alice in wonderland #akudama cutthroat #ignore how awful I am at making backgrounds #those roses are so traced #I literally copy pasted a heart emoji #and I nearly inserted a checkerboard with a stock image watermark on it :0 #BUT WHATEVER #what the viewer don't see the artist gets away with ;)#Cutthroat is so perfectly suited for the queen of hearts #OH FUCK I FORGOT I WANTED TO WRITE STH ON IT #i wanted fancy text like 'off with your head!'#but too late now lmao #anyways Alice in Wonderland is a p good movie but I must ask #where's the fucking Jabberwocky #I guess that was only in the live action or sth?#I only care about the Jabberwocky because of my old art teacher giving us a really dumb assignment about it #edit: I managed to upload the fixed version woohoo

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lord-squiggletits · 1 year

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The funny thing is I'm sure there's more IDW MegOP content out there than I give people credit for, but the issue is that I have very exacting standards for IDW MOP. By which I mean I refuse to read takes on IDW/MegOP/Optimus/Megatron that are shit and a lot of fics fall into one or more of those shit takes lol.

Like oh, "IDW is so popular and MegOP is so popular, you should be able to find content of them you like!"

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find IDW MOP content that doesn't feature Megatron being whitewashed as fuck or being written as some tragic misunderstood hero whose crimes aren't actually that bad because he was oppressed first. Or Optimus being completely replaced by a bland continuity soup version of himself (instead of his actual IDW personality). Or an uneven dynamic in which Megatron is treated as some genius while Optimus is an idiot whose only political stances are "killing bad :( ". Or a dynamic in which Megatron has all of his IDW lore and then some to be 10000% fleshed out while Optimus is just written as "oh he was a dockworker/librarian and liked Megatron a lot. And he's nice :) ".

It's harder than you fucking think lmao

#there are also certain authors who write idw mop where like #i'm sure their fic might have some things i could enjoy #but i've seen their blogs or seen the way they act on discord servers and stuff #and i can tell just from their opinions and the way they talk about the comics that their takes are shit #so i just refuse to read their IDW MOP because I know it's going to suck #there are maybe like 5 other people besides me who i trust to write good idw MOP. and 2 of them barely are active any more #'wow squiggle you're being such a bitch about people writing their own interpretations'#yes i am. this is my blog. i'll be a bitch if i want to. if you don't like it then the block button is right there #the mantra of fandom is 'don't like don't read' and that's exactly what i do #because i only read content of IDW MOP and not the imaginary versions of M/OP that live in ppl's heads #negativity

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This is probably going to be long lol so sorry You outdid yourself with the beetlejuice story! I am the anon who requested it and I am absolutely blown away. Everything about it was just pure perfection (including the way you described the musical compared to the movie and your disclaimer for beetlejuice and Lydia shippers) and I laughed out loud so many times. The vibe was exactly like the musical and it was just perfect. The characters were written so perfectly and so much like how they are in the musical. I loved the little Easter eggs like the spin your own yarn kit and the kombucha. Also, a coin collection is such an Adam thing to have. I love how you wrote Adam and Barbara’s relationship and how you wrote them as characters. The way you wrote Barbara was so flustering and wonderful and I am here for it. It was so cute and so accurate. Also beetlejuice eating the game pieces made cry from laughter it’s such a BJ thing to do. The back and forth between BJ and Lydia was just perfection especially how lydia described the maitlands 😭 and her saying she will bring bj back to life just to kill him. This is my new favorite fanfic I have ever read. Thank you so much for agreeing to write for beetlejuice! It was amazing

*cradles this in my hands* this ask can fit so much serotonin in it

First of all, thank you for swinging by to share this with me!! It always warms my heart when the original prompter comes back ;w; I'm so so so glad you enjoyed the fic. Thank you for requesting it!

This is like BEYOND sweet I'm blown away. This musical has a special little place in my heart and brain so it was a blast actually getting to bring parts of it to life!! I really love the way everyone's personalities shine through in the show ahhh!!

Listen. I wanted them to list more attic things in 'Barbara 2.0'. I know Adam and Barbara have the most USELESS stuff in their attic that they constantly just shuffled around until they died. If you made the kombucha and it tasted like armpit why did you keep it, please--

Also I just really love Barbara and Adam as characters?? They're really endearing to me. My favorite pottery barn and dry white wine duo. Had they lived any longer they would've hung a 'bless this mess' or 'live laugh love' sign above the door. Just a wifeguy and his beautiful wife. They both think mustard is too spicy but they'd go full poltergeist if a teenager called them dude. they're so!! yeah <3

AND YES BEETLEJUICE!! I'm so grateful to have seen the show live a few times because like. alex brightman (who played beetlejuice) always did and improvised the smallest but most random things and his mannerisms really stuck with me. There was a night where both he and Adam's actor (i believe he was a swing? or the adam after the original) kept messing with each other and they both broke character during 'fright of their lives' giggling like children and i was like yes. this is the vibe i need. BJ's the living embodiment of 'never let em know your next move'. He's super super fun to write. my beloved wretched little goblin <3

BJ and Lydia's friendship is truly so special to me they're just both so weird. It's one of the main reasons that I love the musical so much--you know where the show is going if you've seen the movie but you really feel like BJ and Lydia could be friends. It's sweet. She's got ghosts in her attic and they care about her, what more could she need?

Also LMAO I'm glad you thought the disclaimer was funny. I made myself laugh writing it. I've unfortunately always gotta put disclaimers on certain things I write but I figured lets at least have some fun with it hehe

ALSO ANON LOOK AT ME. LOOK. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LONG ASKS IT MAKES MY DAY!! seriously like!! the fact that you were moved enough to write this much about my silly little fic means the actual world for me. never ever apologize, there's nothing to apologize for <3

#bug answers #anon #also theres one more easter egg...#lydia's 'worst of the best' line came from the workshop version of say my name!#i know the demo edition of the musical is available on apple music and possibly youtube? but its so cool to see how much its changed!!#also was inspired by the fact that when you see the show beetlejuice pretends to tickle lydia at the end of 'that beautiful sound'!#well. at least alex does idk if the swings would do it but yeah #that was...an experience seeing live #to have this elevated to the status of being ur fav is a true honor bb ;w;#thank you again for this lovely message!!!!#doing that thing where i ramble about my fics but!!! truly i just really loved writing this #and ive wanted to write a fic for this show for forever now #and!!! ive got a maitlands prompt on my list too so more is coming!!#this show's constantly stuck in my head but i wouldnt have it any other way

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youssefguedira · 2 years

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surprise! more zelda au but this time less sad and in the og not-100-years-later timeline

Yusuf fastens the buttons on his tunic one by one, runs his fingers over the delicate silver embroidery on the sleeves, pulls on the white gloves with their swirling golden patterns on the back of his left hand. It’s the afternoon of his birthday, and he hasn’t spoken to another person in hours.

Not since the guard had arrived this morning, with a folded piece of paper in his hand and the message that Nicolò would not be on duty today, but that he’d left a message for Yusuf. When he’d opened it, three dried flowers, almost perfectly preserved, had fallen onto his lap. The note had read, I don’t know if these have any kind of scientific value, but I thought you’d like them. Happy birthday, Yusuf. I’ll see you later.

Nicolò’s absence shouldn’t have unsettled as much as it has, but Yusuf has been feeling off-centre all day. A year ago, he wouldn’t have blinked at being by himself for this long - ever since his mother died, he has trained alone, eaten alone, worked alone. But he’s gotten too used to having Nicolò around, and now he doesn’t know what to do without him.

He can't stop thinking, either, about what he'd overheard Nicolò saying to Andromache less than two weeks ago, after Yusuf had spent hours in the freezing water of the Spring of Courage with absolutely no results, to the point where he’d barely eaten all day and almost passed out from exhaustion. I don’t know what to do, Andy. I care about him too much to watch him keep hurting himself like this.

He glances over to his desk, where the flowers are resting now, placed carefully on top of a blank page in his sketchbook, then back to himself in the mirror. Wonders if he looks as unsettled as he feels. It’s less than an hour until the ball starts - Andromache, Quynh, Nile and Sebastien have been here for a week. Tomorrow, everything changes, but tonight, he’s been instructed by his father to act as if everything’s fine.

When it’s time, he’s led from his room by one of his father’s aides and a guard to a small antechamber attached to the main ballroom. The man barely looks at him, just tells him to wait. Behind the door to the ballroom, he can already hear people talking. He tries, and fails, not to fidget too much with his gloves.

The door he’d entered through swings open again, and Nicolò walks through, lighting up when he sees Yusuf. Something in Yusuf’s chest finally settles.

Nicolò’s in his blue and red ceremonial guard’s uniform, sword strapped to his back in a more decorated sheath than the plain one he favors, his hair tied neatly back. His brown gloves are embroidered with the same pattern as Yusuf’s, but on his right hand instead. He smiles, looking Yusuf up and down. “You look good.”

“So do you,” Yusuf says.

“Did you get my note?” Nicolò asks, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. “I asked Taloh-”

“I did,” Yusuf responds. “The flowers were beautiful. Thank you.”

Nicolò’s smile widens at that. Yusuf’s heart skips a beat, and he doesn’t know why. “I missed you today,” he says before he can stop himself.

“I missed you too,” Nicolò says, and the look he gives Yusuf is painfully soft. Yusuf doesn’t know what he’s doing, only that he has to do something. But before he can, his father’s aide returns.

"It’s time,” he says, before leaving again.

Nicolò offers his hand. “Ready?” he asks. Yusuf isn’t, but he takes it anyway.

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Most of the ball is a blur. Nicolò is with him for almost all of it, save the odd moment, and when he isn’t, Andromache or Nile or Quynh or Sebastien are. But even though he’s not by himself, there’s only so many people he can talk to and smile at before he needs a break.

He slips out of a side door when he’s certain the attention is somewhere else. Outside the ballroom, it’s near silent, and it’s late enough that the hallway is lit only by moonlight. He finds a small alcove that’ll hide him from anyone passing by, leans back against the wall, and just breathes for a moment. He doesn’t mind people, but he knows they’re all expecting more of him than he can give, and he’s tired.

It’s not long before he hears footsteps, and sighs. He should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to stay away long.

But it’s not one of his father’s men - it’s Nicolò. “Yusuf, you-”

“I know,” Yusuf interrupts. It’s not fair, maybe, but he’s tired of having his every move monitored. “I shouldn’t be out here by myself. But the castle is well guarded, so if that’s why you’re out here, you should go back inside.”

“That’s not why I’m here.” Nicolò looks almost hurt. “I’m here because you left, and I was worried. And because I am your friend, Yusuf, and I care about you.”

I care about him too much to watch him keep hurting himself like this. Yusuf hasn’t asked about it, but now he can’t stop himself. “I was awake, when we were visiting Andromache the last time.”

Nicolò blinks. “What?”

“I’d spent too long in the Spring the day before, and then I slipped away from you to go visit the Divine Beast. You found me hours later at the camp with Andromache. You thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t.” Yusuf can see the exact moment Nicolò realises what he means, but he keeps going. “You told Andromache you cared about me too much-”

“To watch you keep hurting yourself,” Nicolò finishes quietly. He’s silent for a moment, then- “What do you want me to say, Yusuf?”

“Did you mean it?” Yusuf asks, because - he’s not sure, really, only that this feels like something new and fragile and he has to know.

Nicolò doesn’t look at him for a long time, long enough that Yusuf worries he’s said the wrong thing. Maybe he never should have brought it up.

“Of course I did,” Nicolò says finally, quiet enough that it’s barely even a whisper.

Yusuf moves closer without really thinking about it. “You sent me flowers.” He sees it all in a different light now - the flowers and Nicolò’s perpetual habit of finding him things he thought might interest him, the times Nicolò would sit with him while he worked and remind him to eat before he even realised he was hungry, the way Nicolò would always be there when Yusuf needed him. He almost can’t believe he didn’t see it before.

Nicolò finally looks at him. “I did,” he says, and steps forward so there’s barely an inch of space left between them, and Yusuf can’t really remember how to breathe anymore. Nicolò cups his jaw in both hands, his thumb just brushing Yusuf’s cheekbone, pauses for just a second. Yusuf could step away if he wanted to, should really go back to the ball because surely someone else must have noticed his absence. He doesn’t move. Closes his eyes instead, and Nicolò kisses him, achingly gentle. Yusuf’s hands settle on Nicolò’s hips, keeping him close.

Even when they separate, Nicolò stays there, resting his forehead against Yusuf’s. This is dangerous, they both know it. Yusuf doesn’t know what will happen if his father discovers this, only that it will not be good.

“You’re thinking too much,” Nicolò says softly. Yusuf can hear him smiling, and opens his eyes. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Yusuf says. He doesn’t want to think about any of that now. It can wait.

“Are you sure?” Nicolò asks. He knows Yusuf far too well, but Yusuf nods anyway.

Nicolò smiles, and kisses him again.

#this one i think is comprehensible to non zelda people #because i left out the Major Lore sections so this is a very stripped down version of this scene #and after there's a whole wider thing that references yusufs semi prophetic dreams but i need to leave some things for the actual longfic #i want to write someday. not yet but Someday #but yeah. have a lot of feelings about nicolo acts of service di genova in this au. bringing yusuf food when hes working. making sure he #rests even when hes training. bringing him things he might find interesting just to make him smile #something something yusuf is viewed as either a divine figure or a means to an end and nicolo is one of the few people to care for him just #as a person rather than a legend or in terms of what he expects of yusuf. yeah #2 ficlets in one day. who am i #i have a third which is heavily self indulgent lore stuff but the concept is very everything to me #neon writes #the zelda au which lives only in my head #the old guard #kaysanova #this was posted purely bc of shini's tags on the one i posted earlier! thank you im glad you enjoy this au! <3

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