me, talking about myself:
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me, talking about how proud i am of jesy nelson and how much her confidence has grown over the past few years and how she truly makes the world her runway and how she’s not afraid to be herself and how selfless and hilarious she is and how soothing and raw her beautiful voice is and how she absolutely KILLS every performance and how i would die for her:
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Summary : You’re in pain from the break-up
with Bucky, but you’re ready to put it behind and move on.
Prompt : No More Sad Songs by Little Mix
Word Count : 2,663 words (with lyrics)
Warnings : Angst. Suggestive themes at the
A/N : first song inspired fic ! Hope I did it justice PS I fucking love Little Mix and MGK
For tonight I’m
Going to get my mind off it
Don’t care that someone’s got his
Hands all over my body
Stay out all night
Go where the music’s loud so I
Don’t have to think about it
blared deafeningly loud, hiding the beat of your heart, if it was even beating
at all. With your eyes closed and hands in the air you swayed your hips to and
fro, not even flinching when hands after hands roamed all over your body, like
an atlas trying to find its destination.
This form of
distraction –sneaking out at the dead of night and drowning your whole
existence with unknown substances that take you to a whole other world of
numbing elation, did ease you into an unconscious state whenever the sun was
up. There was just too much reminders of him and what it used to be and what it could have been that it pained
you to your very core.
Merry Christmas @percy-the-sorcerer ! It’s me! Your secret santa from the @pjosecretsanta2016 I hope you like your present Alex! My best wishes for you this beautiful day! I also totally recomend you to listen to TTS- Dear Santa korean version, the title of the fic is inspired by the song!
Inspired but the prompt: Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”. Huge shout out to @quietlykeen@lesbabeths@bananannabeth for helping me with my horrible grammar! They are the real heroes here.
Piper was still reading the letter, which made sense considering the fact that a six year old wrote it and it was hard to understand what it said. But she had been reading it for what it felt like forever to Percy, and he really needed her to talk to him.
“On the bright side, you do know her.” Piper finally said. “Or well, used to.”
Mia, Percy’s little sister, had asked Santa for Annabeth Chase, from the group Stardust, to have tea time with her on Christmas Eve. And it nearly gave Percy a heart attack. Stardust was the most popular girl group in the world, and Annabeth Chase wasn’t only the main vocalist of the group, but she was also his ex-best friend. The same ex-friend he hadn’t seen in almost 6 years, not since she stole his first kiss.
“She probably doesn’t care about me anymore.” Percy said. “And it’s not like I can call her and be like ‘Hey Annabeth! It’s me, Percy! I know we haven’t talked in years but I have a baby sister now and her dream is to met you! I know it’s Christmas Eve but I hope you can swing by. My mom lives in the same apartment, okay bye!’”
Piper shrugged. “You kind of can do that.”
He threw his pillow at her. “I don’t have her number anymore.”
“No, but your mom might have her old address saved in her address book.” Piper patted his shoulder. “You said she used to live in California, right? It would make sense for your mom to have her address, or well I guess by now it’s her dad’s address only, if you guys used to exchange letter.”
“It doesn’t matter, he probably moved out.”
“Or maybe he hasn’t. Perce you have the opportunity to make your sister’s dream come true. And not only that, you have the opportunity to reconnect with someone who means the world to you.”
Percy sighed and sat indian style on his bed.
Piper didn’t know much about his relationship with Annabeth— Percy didn’t want people knowing he used to be best friends with a celebrity —but during college Piper had become his best friend. She had found his pictures with Annabeth, the ones he used to have at his mom’s place, so he told her the basics: they met at a summer camp when they were seven years old, and were best friends by the end of the summer. They only saw each other during the summer but during the rest of the year they wrote letters to each other all the time. When they were ten years old, her family moved to Boston and sometimes they got to visit each other for the weekend, but the letters didn’t stop until they were fifteen when her family moved to California. At that point, cellphones and emails started to become a thing, they didn’t feel they needed to exchange letters anymore. Annabeth went to camp for one more year before winning the most famous singing competition America had, and then he never saw her again.