masterpost of iconic lines/moments in Froot (2015) by Marina and the Diamonds
when the chorus effect starts on the line “melted away like I was free” and my soul escaped my body, went to hell, and was immediately forgiven by the benevolent god that is marina diamandis
“I realize to be happy, maybe I need a little company” and I started crying one minute and forty seconds into the album
the sheer force with which my head was ejected from my body when she hits the high note on “I believe someone’s watching over me”
the chord changes in the bridge making me feel melancholy realness, honey
invented the piano, invented happy songs that sound sad, invented music
I’ve fallen asleep crying to this song an uncountable amount of times
THE FUCKING BASS RIFF IN THE FIRST TWO SECONDS which precisely and methodically severed my ear canal from my cranium
everything about this song
“ju-u-u-uice, la la la la la la la” >>> the entire discography of the rolling stones, the beatles, led zeppelin, and all of your dusty-ass “iconic” faves
the sultriness of the fucking low G she hits perfectly and consistently throughout the verses
“but I ain’t in a patient phase” probably the most iconic modern music will get
the way she sings “come on fill your cup uuuuuuuUUUUUPP” shattering my femur
“i’ve been saving all my summers for you” assassinates all of the poetry by William Shakespeare combined
every part of the second verse, especially “baby I am plump and ripe, I’m pinker than shepard’s delight, sweet like honeysuckle late at night” which was better sex-ed than I received throughout my entire adolescent academic career
“birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete” making fucking DECOMPOSITION the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the compendium of human history
The Fucking Bridge Melody that she sings well beyond the troposphere, above the stratosphere, and sitting sexily in the mesosphere
“oh my body is ready, yeah it’s ready, yeah it’s ready”
I’m a Ruin
marina single-handedly addressing the complexities of young-adult relationships with “I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”
the insane degree to which I scream “yeah yeah, uh huh, woo hoo, yeah yeah” at the end of the chorus, thus startling my neighbors and setting off car alarms
“It’s difficult to move on when nothing was right and nothing was wrong” making me spray tears out of my eyes like a machine gun
the way the back up vocals come in on “I’ve had my share of beautiful men, but I’m still young and I want to love again”
the dichotomy of “I’ll ruin you” and “I’m a ruin” are proven to be one and the same, thus ending the careers of marriage counselors across the world
the iconic and instantly-memorable backing track
the continuity between the themes of the last song with the opening line “we’ve broken up and now I regret it”
the FORESHADOWING of “and I don’t know why but I can’t forget it” which alludes to the themes of the NEXT song, Forget, basically proving Marina doesn’t need references to any body of literature but her own goddamn songs
“gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem” ejecting my wig at mach 3 into another dimension
the sheer craftsmanship of the pre-chorus, which is perfectly catchy and memorable while refraining from cliches
the way the beat picks up on the chorus and I demand my non-existent ex to “gimme one more night”
“I’m sick of looking after you, I need a man to hold on to, I’m bored of everything we do, but I just keep coming back to you” proving marina is just as fed up with fuckboys as we are, but is just as flawed and hypocritical as us, showing her imperfections and making her more worthy of our worship
ending the song on the pre-chorus like the fucking INNOVATOR of MODERN MUSIC she is??? like please tell me WHEN will your fave
this list doesn’t include the visuals from the music videos but I will make an exception for the ICONIC wig she wears in the video
the vocals for “never heal” sending me into a tailspin and crashing into a ditch at 70 mph
50% of the chorus is the word “forget” and it is STILL the height of modern literature
after her mention of an “abacus” in the second verse, abacus sales went up 2000% and surpassed their unprecedented popularity in ancient Greece
“yeah it’s time to be letting go, yeah baby you know what I’m talking about” probably the most iconique start to a bridge physically possible in this dimension
“YEAH I’VE BEEN DANCING WITH THE DEVIL I LOVE THAT HE PRETENDS TO CARE IF I’LL EVER GET TO HEAVEN WHEN A MILLION DOLLARS GETS YOU THERE OH ALL THE TIME THAT I HAVE WASTED CHASING RABBITS DOWN A HOLE WHEN I WAS BORN TO BE THE TORTOISE I WAS BORN TO WALK ALONE” is not supposed to be a high-intensity part of the song but I don’t fucking care obviously
the way she fucking develops the lyrics of the chorus throughout the song and makes each line the best life lesson you ever heard??? who is this woman?????
by FAR the most underrated song on the album for no goddamn reason like, have you demons even listened to it?? hmmmmm????
i have no idea how the accompaniment was made for the song but whoever did it was a genius and needs to be remembered for the rest of time
“doesn’t matter long as I am your star, sta-AAARRRR” melodically groundbreaking, please take notes everyone
“don’t think i want what I used to want, don’t think I need what i used to need” addressing the pains of growing out of old friendships and passions in a fun approach
“you can’t take away the Midas touch, so you better make way for a GREEK GOLD RUSH” YES MAMA REPRESENT YOUR COUNTRY LIKE THE GODDESS YOU AAAARE
knew she could rhyme “El Dorado” with “Colorado” and fucking did
the fade out at the end of the song painting her as a con-artist or corrupt gold-dealer being hauled off to jail while reveling in the near success of her schemes is what???? I C O N I C
Can’t Pin Me Down
this song is direct proof that marina is a straight up motherfucking KUNT in charge of her destiny. the album is labeled as explicit because of this ONE song and only ONE line: “you might think I’m one thing, but I am another. You can’t call my bluff, TIME TO BACKUP MOTHERFUCKER” like not only is this the most badass line in the history of language, but this line was so important to her that she made the album explicit JUST FOR THIS ONE LINE. SHE IS AN ICON. END OF STORY.
she is a feminist! BUT! “Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem, I’m happy in the kitchen cooking dinner for my husband” proving that you do NOT know this bitch. she is nothing you think she is. except that she is an I C O N.
the meter of “just another girl in the twenty-first century” has me unpredictably and immeasurably shook because she is just! that! kind! of! girl!
“You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes che-e-e-e-e-e-ecked, che-e-e-e-e-e-e-ecked” blew the skin clean off of my face
“i can be your russian doll” like,,,, gag
the entire concept and existence of this song is revolutionary and cements her position as the strongest female artist of our generation
holy FUCK you guys love to hate amazing songs, don’t you?? this song is without a doubt one of my favorites and you fuckers have the NERVE
the production on this song is one of a kind and continues to prove her versatility in style on this album. any reservations you had about her from electra heart better be EVAPORATED by this point.
the melodies on this song are, besides Froot, the catchiest on the album for me. they are so well crafted and inventive, i am shaking
“hard like a rock, cold like stone, white like a diamond, black like coal, cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself when you’re not there” is such an amazing pre-chorus for this song like it could no possibly be better than that
the way the mood shifts from the verse to the chorus cut off my arms with raw blunt force
the flourish on the line “and I’ll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent” gave me an aneurysm
holy fucking SHIT the end of the bridge is for sure a highlight on the album. “but I’m not cursed, i’m not cursed, I was just covered in dirt” like damn marina go all the way off
the extra-dimensional high notes on this song are second to none, babes
Better Than That
“You’re just another in a long line of men she screwed” is the FUCKING WAY TO START A SONG, GIRLS. ARE YOU JOTTING THIS DOWN??
“So why’s she looking like a cat who got the cream?” ugh marina is so perfect I cannot deal with this bitch anymore
the sheer vocal talent on the chorus, like how high can this girl go? someday she’s going to rupture my eardrums and I will thank her personally
“with an angel voice, devil in disguise” the vocal production for this is perfect and successfully made me shit myself
“and she’ll network till her dreams come true, even if it means getting in a bed with you” miss marina is out for BLOOD everyone, the music industry is cowering in fear of her objective talent and lack of fucks
“i’m not passing judgment on her sexual life, I’m passing judgement on the way she always stuck her knife in my back” whoever this woman is she is getting READ for FILTH by lady diamandis and you all need to watch your backs
this song is straight out of a sappy rom-com and I am fully living for it
“but it keeps growing back like WEEDS” I am currently screaming please give me a moment
“and God knows what sex is, a way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely” marina chose sex to be a prominent theme on this album but she has shown she can handle it in the moment mature way any woman in the industry can. it’s subtle, it’s methodical, it isn’t vulgar, it’s just straight real and honest and such an important thing to discuss! this song is another aspect of how sex can be important in our lives. she better preach tbh
the aesthetics can reserved character on this song are a beautiful contrast that the album needed. filler tracks who???
full disclosure, this song blew a hole right through my body with the sheer impact of its lyrics and chorus
there are so many fucking good lyrics on this song, it’s truly baffling that anyone has a career in the music industry after this was dropped
“I’m not afraid of God, I am afraid of man” I am Screeching
the first beat of the chorus, my bodily fluids are already dripping from the ceiling and my bones are crushed into a fine powder
“underneath it all, we’re just savages hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages” she is prophet, the chosen one, the woman who will deliver us from our mortal coils
“another day, another tale of rape, another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate” Marina is fully aware of the important problems our nation is facing at the time the album was released and even to today. she isn’t a shallow artist like the persona she created in electra heart, she has become almost the exact opposite. She is taking on these issues with a clear judgment and grace and I am so proud and appreciative of her work.
“are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior?” YES YOU BETTER ASSASSINATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
the buildup in the last chorus to the E T H E R E A L ending is clearly the climax of modern pop music
you could play this song for me and tell me it’s a message from an angel and I would 200% believe you
the melody on this track is so fucking pristine it’s like a glacier melting in your mouth
it continues the themes of humanity from Savages but looks at a completely different issue about it. this album is cohesive, planned out, and a complete and full body of work
the moment the chorus hits with “I’m forever chasing after time” my limbs are being forcibly extended by a device of love and torture
“but if the earth ends in fire, and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor, the memory that I was yours and you were mine” ok not kidding anymore this is STRAIGHT up MOTHER fucking POETIC genius and innovation at its most concentrated and talented moment
when she says “twice” on the high note in the chorus, it’s like the most beautiful bell shattering in my ear, tbqh
THE FUCKING BRIDGE is actual art. “I just wanna be able to say the I live my life” the way she executes this melody is cold-blooded and frankly she should be charged with manslaughter for it
bottom line, Marina Diamandis released the biggest breakthrough in pop music to date in 2015 and all of you demons let it flop. if you have the nerve to call this album a failure, I have literally 0 respect for you and no one is ever going to love you
Looking back I realize that Jesus didn’t just save me once all those years ago on the cross. No, He is still saving me, even now.
He saved me when I was struggling with addiction, drowning in sin and shame. He saved me when I absolutely hated myself and wanted nothing more than to give up and be done with this life. He saved me when I thought I was too far gone, too wretched to be saved. He saved me when my heart and soul were as black as the night and cold to Him. He saved me when I thought He had forsaken me. He’s saved me, I’m sure, more than I even realize.
Don’t you see? Jesus is Savior, and Jesus is good. He’s the only way to the Father. He’s the only One truly capable of saving us-not our efforts, not our achievements, nor any cheap, temporary thrill this world offers can save us. Only Jesus.
And don’t you know, He’s so, so faithful? He will never leave you nor forsake you. He will never fail you. Even if you’re just that one, little, wandering sheep, He’ll seek you out, because you’re that precious to Him. You may think yourself too sinful, too dirty, too wretched, too far gone, too worthless; too this, too that.
But don’t you realize? He came into this world to save the sinner, the weak, the dirty, the wretched, the lost. He came to save you. Yes, you.
So, won’t you come to Him? Can you hear Him calling?
I want the universe to understand that when I ask for the darkness, I don’t certainly mean solitude, even if I want it at the times I refuse to give in for the people who don’t understand what I’m teaching my soul from feeding a random cat in the streets, or holding a friend so tightly, ignoring the scars all over his arms from last night’s battle he had to go through again, or complimenting a girl with a short dress instead of gazing at her black knees, the way they do, you see, I want to be able to steal a kiss or two on the same sidewalk where someone had stolen an old lady’s bag earlier in daylight, then cussed at this couple holding hands like they were the biggest sinners in town, I want to graffiti an abandoned wall with my heart that has been burdening my sleeve for so long, I still didn’t decide to grow apart from it, because I care, I always want to care, in the night, I hear everything calling, that’s why I think it’s always the right time to know how to let go, to blow my hands cold, put the ache of my open wounds to sleep, I just want the universe to believe in me, infinitely, to help me make friends with the contaminated parts of my soul, maybe they aren’t as black as the darkness I ask for, and maybe the darkness isn’t black, it’s just deeper than the rest.
When you characterise Sirius, what are the main personality traits you keep in mind for him?
this ask came after my marble hearts collide post, so i’m not sure if you mean in general or for that fic specifically, but i’m just going to answer in general and u can send me another ask if that’s not what you meant :)
he. doesn’t. give. a. flying. fuck. sirius black doesn’t care. there is a finite list of things sirius black gives a fuck about. he is indifferent and cold and unbothered.
he has a lot of heart. you just have to dig and dig for it. treat it like an archeological excavation. james potter has it. lily evans has it. remus lupin has it. peter pettigrew has it (well, he did.) mr and mrs potter have it. minevra mcgonagall has it. regulus has and also doesn’t have it. you have to really want to find it, but also, at the same time, not give on that you’re looking for it.
he is aware he’s attractive. the jawline? he knows. the hair? he knows. the eyes? he knows. the casual elegance? he Knows.
whilst sexuality isn’t a personality trait, i characterise sirius as asexual and this is relevant to how i portray him because it means he’s not gonna have had a one night stand or be worried about being 30 and not in a relationship which, folks, isn’t smth to worry about whether you’re asexual or not or flirting with every person he sees etc.
the Intelligence. an impossible iq. he knows Everything. no one’s sure if maybe he has a photographic memory or something, but he just consumes information and holds it. james learns for fun because he’s a Nerd, sirius just knows.
a Rich Bitch. he oozes old money. he has class and sophistication and the etiquette lessons from his childhood show. he is Rolling in it, and his casual spending on useless stuff can irk other people.
his wit is so sharp it cuts Deep. it isn’t always personal and sometimes it is just charming and funny and on the mark. but, when it isn’t, it Hurts. his wit is faster than an olympic sprinter and very few people can keep up.
the people he loves, he Loves. he loves with every part of his body and soul, but it doesn’t always show. it’s not big gestures like james of bouquets of flowers and heartfelt poems and sappy, pining stares across the room. it’s picking you up from the hospital/airport/shop/club without you asking to. it’s making sure whatever you’re allergic to isn’t on the menu. it’s knowing what conversation topics make you uncomfortable and getting you out of that situation without letting anyone else know. it’s the ‘r u home yet’ text that he won’t admit to the next day. it’s the legs balanced in your lap, his physical touches few and far between unless you’re someone he Loves. it’s the carefree way he laughs and his eyes brighten when no one else is around but you. it’s subtle and true.
loyal to a fault. he won’t run into a tree like james will, but he will be there by your side and he will keep your secrets safe and he will protect you.
a petty drama queen whose instagram would be so aesthetic it hurts.
BTS Reaction To Their S/O Hugging Their Pillow While Sleeping To Replace Them When Their Not Home
Request: Helloooo~ Can I have a bts reaction? When their s/o are hugging their pillow while sleeping to replace them when they’re not home or coming late? Thanks !! ^-^ @babybouille
A/n: Such a cute request, it really warmed my cold black heart!~Joy
He would instantly melt when he came into the bedroom, Seokjin would probably feel bad for leaving you so long and would try to remove the pillow from your grasp and try to fall asleep next to you without waking you up.
He would start smiling so much like that type of smile that makes your cheeks hurt cause your smile is so big.
Would probably drop everything and just run and tackle you because you were being so cute.
“Y/N!! YOU’RE SO CUTE!!”
Jimin would walk into the room notice that you were sleeping and cuddling a pillow and he would throw a pillow at your sleeping body instantly waking you up. “HEY! I didn’t use a pillow while you were gone and had to suffer sleeping alone while on tour, you should’ve have suffered too!”
Taehyung sees you sleeping with a pillow and then instantly pulled out his phone and went to search up ‘my girlfriend is cheating on me with a pillow?!!’
For @snowbaz-feda day 29. Baz takes care of Simon, and Simon accuses Baz of plotting.
I didn’t want to go off and kill them all, I thought I could
fight the beasts and chase them away, but there are too many of them and none
of my spells are coming out right and there are cuts across my body where
they’ve slashed me with their claws and I can’t. I can’t fight them. The sword
drops from my hand, the magic spills over, and I feel the explosion at the same
moment I hit the ground.
Snow barely makes it through the door and to his bed before he
collapses, his upper body slumped across the bed with the rest of him still
hanging off it, knees scraping the floor. I wait for him to heave himself the
rest of the way up, but he doesn’t move. I can smell blood, and his shirt is
torn in a few places.
I ignore the sensation of my fangs filling my mouth and
cautiously step closer.
There’s no answer, not even a groan, and he’s still not moving.
I take in the dishevelled state of his hair and the scars on his back, visible
through the tears in the fabric of his shirt, and I forget all about keeping my
distance and rush to his side. I grab his wrist.
There’s a pulse, but it’s slow and irregular, and he seems to be
struggling to breathe.
Up close the smell of blood is stronger, and I can see that he’s
unconscious. Whatever it was has seriously hurt him. He starts to slump back
towards the ground and I catch him with an arm around his shoulders. I try to
figure out how to move him onto the bed with the least physical contact
possible. In the end, I scoop him up with my other arm under his knees, and I
try not to hold him too close as I lift him up and gently lay him on his back
on the bed.
I take out my wand and spell away the tattered remains of his
shirt, dropping them onto the floor for him to deal with later. There are cuts
and wounds all over his chest, some bleeding quite badly, and his face looks
pale underneath all the blood and grime and he looks like he could be dead.
There’s a strange ache in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t pretend I don’t
know what it is. (It’s the feeling of seeing the one you love close to death,
and realising how close you are to losing him.)
I cast every healing spell I can think of, repeating them over
and over, until the scars finally start to shrink and the colour returns to his
Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn
I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy!
Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now.
I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed.
But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe.
I used to be like that, before I met him for real.
I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me.
At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did.
My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?”
And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.
“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it…” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd’s screams only just beginning to pick up.
“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!”
And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?”
After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.
“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.
“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.
I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan.
“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.
Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.”
“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.
Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.
“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.
“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”
“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?”
“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”
“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No…I mean…I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.
“Okay…” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”
“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”
That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips.
“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.
“What?” I questioned.
“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”
“Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”
“Maybe not to you but to her…” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”
“But that’s not true at all.”
“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated.
“Well then…what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”
And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.
1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!
Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.
I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.
The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.
“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”
“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.
“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.”
Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”
And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl…
“Justin, what’s going on?”
But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.
“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There’s gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you’s and start overs…”
While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.
I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.
Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright.
Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?
“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don’t need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you’re mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”
He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.
He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.
Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love.
“If you let me inside your world! There’s gonna be one less lonely girl….” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine.
And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us.
The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.
So it seemed my little summary for an Gajevy au was quite popular, and I have always wanted to attempt to write a fanfic, but I haven’t written much along the lines of fantasy… like ever. And haven’t written an essay in years. I kind of got swept up in this idea, I’ve been working on it all day.
Anyway, this is my first fan fiction, so please leave *kind* constructive criticism, and most importantly, enjoy!!
Summary:Young Levy McGarden, betrothed to the cold hearted Iron Prince she has never met, falls in love with a young knight. Dressed in black armor with a dragon crest, he spends his time attempting to woo her with red roses and leather bound fairy tale books. Little does she know her knight and the prince are one in the same.
This can apply to anyone tag, just based on something that happened to me. But the sickie doesn’t realize their sick, they just feel like crap and blame it on exhaustion so they decide to take a bath. Because they’re so cold they turn the heat way too high without realizing until towards the end of the bath, when their heart is pounding and they can’t stop sweating.
They get out of bath and find they can’t stand up without nearly blacking out, they have to keep kneeling on their knees and even then the darkness in their vision won’t go away. They have to dress themselves and crawl to their caretaker while trying to stay conscious
I hope you enjoy it.
When Lance woke up, he felt like there was a yupper lying on
top of him, he could barely move from the aches and pains that were all over
his body. He knew that he had been going
at the training deck more than normal but this was just ridiculous, he needs to
get more rest before this exhaustion gets the better of him.
He shivered as he lay there on his bunk, he really needed to
find the heating for his room, this was way too cold for him, he was from a quiznacking
tropical island and he wasn’t built for the cold weather! He grumbled to himself for another ten
dobash’s trying to get the energy to move when a knock came at his door.
“Lance? You in there buddy?” Shiro called, “It’s time
“I’ll be there in a tick,” Lance called back. He winced as he swung his legs to the edge of
the bed and had to sit still for a tick until his world stopped spinning.
“Quiznack,” he muttered under his breath, “Come on
McClain. Get your butt in gear.”
Lance figured it would be easier for him to have a quick
soak in his bathtub before heading to breakfast. It wouldn’t be the first time he would be
late so he wasn’t too worried about missing any of the food goo that Hunk and
Coran always prepared.
He slowly made his way into his private bathroom, his
muscles screaming at him from the practice he had done late the night before,
even Keith had gone to bed before Lance.
Ignoring the pounding in his head, he bent down and turned
the water on all the way to the hottest setting possible. A nice long bath would be the perfect way to
get rid of these chills and relax his muscles.
Mama always told him he should really have a hot bath or shower after
exercising otherwise he would get muscle cramps the next day, he was never
going to tell her she was right.
Once the water was high enough he turned the taps off and
slowly shed his pyjamas and the chills that he had been feeling all morning
rose. He took a deep breath and stepped
into the tub, yelping at the heat but knew that it would be cooler once he
submerged completely. He put his other
foot in and mentally prepared himself for the sensation of being boiled alive
for the next few dobash’s and lowered himself into the water.
As he lay there in the near boiling water he allowed himself
to doze, only his head was sitting above the water line and he never let
himself drift off too far as to let it drop underwater. He hummed as he felt his muscles relax
slightly, the tension that had been plaguing him all morning finally
Once the water started to loose it’s heat he noticed that
his vision was blurred and his heart was pounding a mile a minute. Strange, he didn’t think he had been sitting
in the water long enough to feel like that but as he put his hand to his head
to try and clear his sight he realised he was sweating profusely.
Ok something wasn’t right here, he shouldn’t be feeling like
this after a short bath. Lance figured
he would go ask Coran if he had a cold or something and hopefully the older
Altean would have something he could take.
He pressed the icon that released the water and waited for
it all to disappear before attempting to stand as he didn’t trust himself with
his fuzzy vision to not slip in the water and hurt himself. He took a few calming breaths and braced
himself on the edges of the tub and got to his knees, but before he could move
to stand his head spun and he started to tip forwards. Throwing a hand out to catch himself, he
managed to halt his decent.
“Ok Lance, just take this one step at a time,” he
muttered. He glanced around the room to
see if there was anything he could use to help himself out of the tub but nothing
he saw that was within his reach was securely fitted to the walls.
He decided that the only way this was going to work is if he
crawled out of the tub, so he lifted one leg over the edge and prayed that he
didn’t slip now or his mama could say goodbye to any grandchildren from
He held his breath as he shifted his weight and lifted his
other leg and only released the breath when he had both legs back firmly on the
freezing bathroom floor. As he went to
move he felt as if the room shifted and decided that he should probably lay
down for a moment to allow this feeling of vertigo pass. He closed his eyes as he lay there on his
bathroom floor, completely starkers, and knew that if anyone came looking for
him since he was most certainly late to breakfast now that they would be in for
a view of Lance that not even his mama had seen in a long time.
He allowed himself to lay there, taking deep breaths as he
tried to think of what had caused all this but his addled brain couldn’t come
up with anything except that he wasn’t feeling well. He could feel the vertigo passing and knew
that if he didn’t move soon, it could return before he was at least
He decided that until he could pull himself up on something
solid he would have to crawl to his dresser.
His arms were shaking from the chills that still racked his body and he
grumbled to himself that if he didn’t get a six pack from all the work his
stomach muscles were doing right now he wanted a refund.
He reached his dresser and pulled out some boxers, pants and
shirt but decided that trying to put anything else on would be too much of a
hassle, not matter how cold he was.
Once he was dressed, he slowly made his way down the hallway
to the kitchen where the others were all eating. He held onto the wall, his entire being
threatening to topple over at any moment and he really didn’t want to crawl all
the way to the others. Keith would never
let him live it down.
He took forever to walk what would normally have only taken
a few dobash’s and he cringed at every step, his head pounding and vision
swimming. He looked up to see how far he
had to go and almost cried out in relief as he saw the kitchen’s door right in
front of him. Now he just had to cross
the hallway without falling over and he would be ok.
He braced his back against the wall and after a few breaths
pushed himself off with as much force as he could, counting on the momentum to
carry him the couple of steps to the opposite wall. He hit it with a thud and his head and
shoulder hit the solid metal wall with surprising strength considering how ill
he felt. All that training must be
finally paying off.
He shook his head out of habit only to groan as the motion
made everything worse. He only had three
steps to go and dragged himself along the wall and hit the pad that lit up to allow
the loud chatter of his teammates enjoying their breakfast.
“What took you so long?” Pidge asked from where she sat
curled up on the bench eating her bowl of food goo, not even bothering to
glance in Lance’s direction.
“Lance?” Keith asked as he looked up from where he was
sitting at the table, “You ok?”
“I don’t feel too good,” Lance managed to say before his
entire world spun and the floor rose to meet him.
“He has a high temperature.”
The voice was distorted but Lance recognised it as Shiro’s, the black
paladin seemed worried, which mind you wasn’t out of the ordinary in Lance’s
humble opinion, but something in his tone seemed off.
“What can we do to bring it down?” Since when did Pidge not
know what to do? Lance made a mental
note to tease her about this later.
“No, a hot bath when he has a fever like this will only make
it worse. We need to bring his temp down
slowly otherwise it will put his body into shock.” That was Hunk, good old Hunk, Lance smiled, his
buddy would know what was wrong with whoever was sick.
Come to think of it, where was Lance? He frowned, he remembered waking up and Shiro
calling out to him, taking a bath, collapsing on the floor and somehow making
his way to the kitchen but everything after that is a blur. He tried to look around him but all he could
see was black, he realised that his eyes were closed, he just had to open them
and he would be able to see where he was.
Wherever he was, it was cold, so quiznacking cold.
Lance made a whining noise as he managed to crack open his eyes,
only to shut them again as the brightness in the room blinded him instantly.
“Lance?” Shiro’s voice came through slightly less distorted than
before but still not as clear as Lance had remembered it.
“Shiro? What?” he
managed to whisper before he was racked with a full body shiver, “Cold.”
“I know buddy,” Shiro said softly, “We are trying to get
your temperature under control. So bear
with us ok?”
Lance could feel someone’s hand touching his forehead and
leant into it, “Warm.”
“Lance?” This time it was Coran’s voice, “How long have you
been like this?”
Lance frowned, how long had it been? “Since, Shiro woke me up this morning?” he
said still unsure. He could hear the
others talking amongst themselves but couldn’t make out any of the words. He decided that whatever they were talking
about wasn’t to do with him, his entire body was screaming at him to
sleep. If he slept then he would be
better right? “Tired,” he mumbled as he
tried to move to get more comfortable on whatever he was laying on.
“Rest now,” Hunk said as Lance felt his calming presence
move up near his head, “We will get you back into prime Lance form again in no
Lance didn’t even have the energy left to answer his best
friend but he trusted Hunk would know he was grateful. He just let the blackness take him again as
he fell into its warm embrace. He was
safe in his friends hands, they were his family after all.
This is the most comfortable I’ve ever been in my whole life. My boyfriend’s solid red t-shirt, black sweatpants, and white socks are probably the softest articles of clothing in existence and they smell just like Dallas Winston’s soap. Sighing happily, I curl up on the couch in our apartment and grab a magazine.
I’m pretty involved in the story I’m reading and nearly have a heart attack when someone clears their throat. “Were you playing dress up or something?”
“No,” I blush and turn to face Dally. “I just got cold.”
Amused, Dallas sits beside me. “We pay our gas bill so you can turn up the heat and not be cold, you know.”
“Maybe I just ran out of clean clothes to wear and didn’t wanna walk around naked.”
“You missed me, didn’t you,” Dally laughs. “I’m in jail for a week and you raid my closet.”
“Our closet,” I remind him.
“Still my clothes, doll.”
Shrugging, I inch closer to the tough blond and wrap my arms around his slender waist. “Aw, you like me.”
Dally raises an eyebrow and peers down at me. “Aside from the fact that we’re dating, what gave you that idea?”
“You’re letting me cuddle you,” I beam.
Dally smiles a little and shakes his head. “You’re crazy, doll. But it’s okay.”
She has dark hair. It’s a dark brown color that’s nearly black. But she has these bright brown eyed that I swear, they change colors when there’s light in them. The way she talks makes my heart stutter. She could be talking about lollipops or pencils and I swoon every word she says. The way she laughs makes my body warm, like the way hot cocoa does on a cold night. She’s thoughtful, kind, smart, beautiful, brave, funny, and so much more. Every time I see her, I feel like I’ve just opened a Christmas present and it’s exactly what I wanted.
I like her. I really like her. I want to kiss her and I want to hold her and I want to make her feel as important as she is to me. She’s this incredible woman and all I want is to be with her.
I really love watching Honest Trailers on YouTube so I thought what if I made a series of Honest Trailers for Voltage Games…?
(The following is for humorous purposes only! Enjoy!)
Narrator: From the money hungry company that brought you Astoria Fates Kiss and Castaway Loves Adventure, comes another game about love that will cost you half of your entire paycheck you worked so hard to earn for your rent, school fees, or better yet, Japanese Voltage games where you can spent up to 4$ plus tax for 13 chapters instead of spending 9$ total plus tax for 6 separate chapters for ONE story arc…
Aurora: “It’s all just business.😉"
Narrator: Gangsters in Love!
Meet the MC!
An MC that made the Voltage fandom jump for joy only because she’s a blonde but is also frowned upon because she’s a 23 year old woman that dresses like a 5 year going to Sunday school.
MC: “There’s nothing wrong with my clothes!😠"
Irving: “Except for the fact that you dress like a middle schooler.😒"
Narrator: Her boring life in Southern California quickly changes when she is attacked by gangsters, and rescued by…gangsters?
Chance: “We’re offering you protection.😑"
Narrator: The MCs parents are revealed to be wanted criminals that managed to piss off all of California who finally decide to go to the MCs house at last minute instead of kidnapping the parents and killing them then.
The Valentine Gang infiltrates the MCs home and takes her away in hope to get info from her parents even though they know the MC makes it clear that she knows nothing, with the MC clearly going along with them because these gangsters are…hot!
MC: “They’re dangerous…but…😍"
Narrator: Man, they really made this MC a thirsty bimbo in this franchise. Way to go America!😒
Narrator: MC first meets Chance Valentine: an all American, Eisuke Ichinomiya who broke away from his fathers gang, acts like a cold hearted prick, and thinks he’s cool because he owns a bike and is the boss.
Chance: “Oh who cares…I’m the boss.😏"
Narrator: But is really a cello playing dork, who is so rich, yet can’t even buy his own house without mooching off his rich black friend.
Chance: “It’s my house!😠”
Irving: “Since WHEN? It’s MY house!😡”
Narrator: Yoshimitsu Valentine!
Narrator: Chance’s happy go lucky hot, Japanese older step brother who’s hair will instantly remind you of the chili pepper emoji or the hair tip of a chicken.
He’s a yakuza who never kills anyone with his katana.
Yoshimitsu: “I’m not killing you. It would be a waste of my sword.😒”
Narrator: And became the WORST leader no one but Chance asks for in season 2 out of pity for his brother.
Chance: “It seemed like a good idea at the time…😔”
Narrator: And who was seemingly popular enough to be the thumbnail of the app instead of the first main love interest himself.
Yoshimitsu: “Isn’t this an exciting way to end the party?😆”
Narrator: He’s a fuckboy who frequently fucks the MC in his route even though he tells her they are not official.
Yoshimitsu: “This–mm–doesn’t mean we’re together.😌”
MC: “I didn’t say anything about that. How about we just have a good time?😉"
Narrator: Man is this MC thirsty! But at least she’s more confident than her Japanese counterparts!😒
The mysterious badass hitman who would have been a better character in Metal Gear Solid, GTA V, or even Assassins Creed, with his expert skills in weaponry, stealth, and arson, instead of a romance option in some cheesy, girly, young woman’s romance sim.
WELL, that’s a lot better than a cool character like him becoming a sissy singer like Bieber!
Ash: “I was once scouted to be a K Pop idol.😁"
Narrator: Scandal in the Spotlight, anyone?🎤
A celebrity lawyer and frequent guest on Ellen who is as sensitive as Wyatt from 6teen as he cries over puppy movies.
Yoshimitsu: “Are you…crying?😧”
Irving: *Sniffling* “What? No way man…😭”
Narrator: And even though he is called the ‘CHARISMATIC Justice’, he isn’t popular enough to be featured in any of the Amemix crossovers for OBVIOUS reasons!👦🏿
Aurora: “C'mon, this is Irving we’re talking about! 😏”
Narrator: Aurora James,
The Gang’s sexiest, kickass lesbian hustler, and the reason for the games existence and occurrences.
She’s a combination of Nami from One Piece with her love for money and Cana from Fairy Tail with her love for liquor and your stereotypical queer Latina all rolled into one.
And is determined to sleep with every woman in LA and their mother!
Aurora: “Oh another time I went home with this girl, but the next day I realized that I actually slept with her mo-😆”
Yoshimitsu: “TMI RORY! T.M.I.!😳”
Narrator: And Mateo Estrada!
A dirty old fed and the 6th brand new love interest introduced in the gang, as well as being a disappointment to all lesbians and bisexuals playing this game who all begged Voltage for Skylar to have her own route because they loved her ass.
Skylar: “Yeah I know you love my ass! 😏”
Narrator: Just like every other Voltage game since 1999, you are forced to choose who you date, have sex with, and eventually marry and have kids with.
You’ll live your days running from the cops, getting in car chases, playing poker, appearing on Ellen, negotiating with yakuza, fighting your own parents, almost getting killed but not getting kidnapped as much as the Japanese MC, actually FENDING for yourself comparing to the Japanese MC who thinks closing her eyes when her life is being threatened will make everything better.
All this while the thirsty, gold digging MC who turns out to have had no job or no friends prior to being kidnapped is able to seduce the pants off of any of the 6 gangsters and spends countless times with them fucking in almost EVERY chapter at inappropriate times!
MC: “I’m pregnant? How is this even possible? We’ve always been super careful! 😰”
Narrator: Yeah, I doubt it you used a condom when you was looking forward to that D, you hoe…😒
(Cue Aurora’s sexy CG)
…Oh! Or…that V! Cause’ y'know…lesbian option…? And…yeah you get the idea…😅
“Not my Valentine!”(Chance)💔
“Black Phoenix Wright!”(Irving)☝🏿
“Ash Catch Em!”(Ash)🔫
“CASH Me Outside Drinking, How Bout Dat?!”(Aurora)🍷
“1 of 101 Dalmatians!”(Seymour)🐶
“I’m a Barbie Girl, in a Gangster Worrrld!”(MC)💁🏼
“GTA 6: Barbie Joins a Gang!”
Narrator: Okay seriously! If Skylar doesn’t get her own route in 2017, I’m starting my own gang so we can go to California and confront Voltage Amemix ourselves adding an old man in his mid thirties and not some bad chick who’s hot as hell is absolute bullshit!
Follow and comment if you want more Voltage Honest Trailers!
- Tamlin was a rollercoaster. There were moments I would have gladly killed him and others where I would just have hugged him tight. He doesn’t make it in my top 20 for what matters, but he was hurt, he suffered and I think we should give account to that when talking about him. I really wish for him to settle, heal and find his mate (ACOWAR made me ship him with Lucien btw) and just be happy. He’s paid enough for his mistakes, I think he deserves to move on;
- Feysand holy shit. Fight me guys but this is OTP, this overwhelms Rowaelin. Feysand is life, Feysand is joy. I’m quite a cold person guys but holy saints only they know how much they warmed the black hole I have as heart. They basically set it on fire. There are firemen outside my house trying to cool me down. Just, Feysand;
- Rhys: other than the fact that there are no words able to describe what I feel for my bat, when he died I WANTED TO THROWH MYSELF OFF THE BALCONY GUYS (figuratively). I was so shocked that I didn’t cry or anything, just stared blankly and when Feyre was in shock I started realising but it just didn’t sink in, I couldn’t accept it. Sarah you took twenty years out of me;
- Nessian: like???? How beautiful and pure where them????? I LOVED how slow their story is, how naturally it developes, its uncertainty. Just, again, Nessian;
- Elain: I was never really fond of her but for how hard I tried to put her up with Lucien in my head, she really is fit for my little bat Az. Live long and prosper loves, you have my benediction;
- High Lords: woah, so cool. Beside the fact that they should take off that huge tree they have stuck up their arses, they’re so cool (not that filthy little shit of Beron);
- AMREN: my beautiful love. You guys don’t know how much I connect with Amren, I think she’s the character that sums me the most and i was ready to immediately forget her “betrayal”. I named my car after her, just so you understand how much I love her. So wonderful my smol immortal.
- MOR: my wonderful bi sunshine is such an inspiration. I love her (god I’ve been saying this to anyone but it’s so true) to the sun and back and she is such a blessing;
- And you know what, I’m even spending a word about the life-traumatising monster trio: Weavy, Carvykin and Bry gave me so much adrenaline when I read about them that even though I had temperature and felt ill I fucking started jumping and being hyperactive and made everyone laugh at me but who cares they were sending waves of their immortal power to me through the pages and fuck yeah guys, high five me (soooo bad 2/3 died);
- All the new characters that I didn’t mention were great I just don’t feel enough attach toward them to talk solely about them hahaha;
- Nephelle’s Philosophy though;
- Oh, the open ending. So perfect for tons of new books to come, I’m so ready.
In conclusion, WINGS AND DRINKS FOR EVERYONE 🦇🥂🍻🍾🦇
( WARNING: THIS IS PROBABLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK DUE TO VERY STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. )
‘ i am not a fucking shrink. i don’t give a shit anyway. ’ ‘ we are not talking! we are not fucking! nothing is happening! ’ ‘ you know me… the talking and the fucking go hand-in-hand. ’ ‘ rehab is for quitters. ’ ‘ you can’t snort a line of coke off a woman’s ass and not wonder about her dreams. it’s not gentlemanly. ’ ‘ damn you smell good, like home. ’ ‘ spend the rest of your life with this fool and this fool will spend the rest of his life making sure you don’t regret it. ’ ‘ there’s no easy way to say this so i’ll just say it: i met someone. ’ ‘ there’s this feeling in my gut that she may be the one. ’ ‘ i don’t know how to be with you right now and that scares the shit out of me. ’ ‘ it’s a big, bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. ’ ‘ i don’t know what’s going on with us and i can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. ’ ‘ it’s a lost art, really. like handjobs. ’ ‘ i have a confession to make… i didn’t like you very much at first. ’ ‘ you didn’t seem to have much interest in me, which i of course found vaguely insulting. ’ ‘ funny how some things never change. ’ ‘ i cruised along, doing my thing, acting the fool, not really understanding how being a parent changes you. ’ ‘ i don’t remember the exact moment everything changed. i just know that it did. ’ ‘ loving you has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. ’ ‘ i made a silent vow to protect you from the world, never realizing i was the one who would end up hurting you the most. ’ ‘ when i flash forward, my heart breaks, mostly because i can’t imagine you speaking of me with any sort of pride. ’ ‘ i care for nothing and everything at the same time. ’ ‘ noble in thought, weak in action. ’ ‘ i think that’s the good thing about never being married, it’s impossible to divorce. ’ ‘ i tried, but somewhere along the line, you slip back into what you know and i’m sorry about that. ’ ‘ i’m sorry we haven’t talked in awhile because i miss you. ’ ‘ you’re doing the best you can. you’ve done good. ’ ‘ that fucker is the horniest man i’ve ever met. he’ll be pitching a tent on his deathbed. ’ ‘ don’t tell me what to feel. ’ ‘ all my fucking life people have been telling me i do things wrong. i’m always the fucking asshole. i look around and i see everybody else is infinitely more fucked up than i am. ’ ‘ i’m offering you sex, and you just want to talk? has the earth spun off its axis? ’ ‘ i question everything. it’s very healthy. ’ ‘ you should live with someone who everyday reminds you how fucking lucky you are to be with them. ’ ‘ you don’t want to be with me. ’ ‘ if i were to give myself to you, you would run for the hills ‘cause you’re not in love with me. you’re in love with the idea – the idea of love. ’ ‘ imagine my fucking disappointment when you turned out to be the biggest cliche of all. ’ ‘ a great father is a guy that gives it all up for his family and leaves his self-destructive bullshit at the door. ’ ‘ there isn’t a woman that i’v’e met that i haven’t fallen in love with for 10 minutes or 10 years. ’ ‘ friends don’t let friends bang each others soulmates! ’ ‘ i consider that whole area – general area – my cock. like, from my knees to nipples. ’ ‘ two people of the opposite gender can’t rendezvous after 7 pm. ’ ‘ life’s just too fucking boring not to try. ’ ‘ i may be easy, but i’m not sleazy. ’ ‘ a morning of awkwardness is far better than a night loneliness. ’ ‘ i like it here. it’s nice. the sun is chirping, the birds are shining. the water’s wet. ’ ‘ life is good, sweetheart. life is good. ’ ‘ you can blame everything on the economy, douchebag. ’ ‘ no man should ever have to bear witness to his “o” face. ’ ‘ you know, it’s not fair to say “b.r.b.” and then never actually b.r.b. ’ ‘ fuck around all you want. i’m no judge judy. but don’t string a woman along for a major chunk of her childbearing years. that’s not cool. ’ ‘ when it comes to emotions, women know how to pain with the full set of oils while men are busy doodling with crayons. ’ ‘ there’s nothing quite like getting stoned on the very bed that your ex-domestic partner shares with her fiance. it’s the little things. ’ ‘ hang out with your wang out, but remember: no gloving, no loving. ’ ‘ hate the game, not the playa. ’ ‘ no matter what you did, don’t give up. do not give up because if she loves you, she’ll forgive you. ’ ‘ things fall apart. they break. that’s life. ’ ‘ despite all evidence to the contrary, i am a gentleman. ’ ‘ i’ve been thinking about us – that’s us with a capitol “u”. ’ ‘ the story of us… how the fuck do i sum it up? ’ ‘ any story with me in the center of it will never be anything less than a big, smiling mess. ’ ‘ our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute beauty. ’ ‘ for years i woke up, fucked up, said i was sorry, passed out, and did it all over again. ’ ‘ i’m a sucker for happy endings. ’ ‘ there’s just the two of us, which can be fucking ugly sometimes. ’ ‘ i didn’t know how to finish it because it’s not over. ’ ‘ it’ll never be over, as long as there’s you, and there’s me, and there’s hope, and grace. ’ ‘ wine me. dine me. stand up 69 me. ’ ‘ one does not very easily forget the kiss of a beautiful woman. ’ ‘ that’s right. i said it. i meant it. i’m here to represent it. ’ ‘ can you slow down? i don’t know why you’re so fucking angry. ’ ‘ i’m not the one who disappeared to the bedroom with that fucking weirdo degenerate. ’ ‘ you’ve got a fucking nerve to take issue with anything i do, ever! ’ ‘ you’re right, but what am i supposed to do? just sit there and watch it happen? ’ ‘ why the fuck did you come here tonight anyway? ’ ‘ there’s always this voice in the back of my head that says ‘maybe this time it will be different, maybe this time the stars will align and there will be this magic moment between us where everything will be okay again.’ ’ ‘ there’s always something or someone in the way! ’ ‘ you want me not to see anybody else, just say the word. but if you keep me at arms length, what am i supposed to do? just sit around with a cock-cage on and hope that you’re going to have some kind of epiphany about us? ’ ‘ do you honestly think i care about you fucking someone else? if we’re not together, i don’t expect you to have taken some vow of celibacy. ’ ‘ when i see someone look at you the way i used to look at you… i fucking hate that. it makes me sick to my stomach. ’ ‘ i don’t want to be that person. i don’t want to start playing games and like, trying to get back at you or try to hurt you. ’ ‘ i thought there was something wrong with me, but it’s you. you’re a loser. ’ ‘ i’m sorry you got hurt. i thought we had an understanding. ’ ‘ i swallowed your cum, but worst of all, i swallowed your bullshit. ’ ‘ i guess being there made it easier to forget that i still love the shit out of you. yeah, wow, i said that out loud, didn’t i? ’ ‘ so? i still love you. i always will, till the day i die. but at some point, i had to choose happiness, i had to make that a priority. ’ ‘ i’m with someone who understands that i’ll never stop loving you and that makes me happier than i’ve ever been. ’ ‘ contrary to popular belief, i’m not out there trying to hurt anyone. ’ ‘ by the way, you’re an incredibly woman. very sexual. are you ovulating right now? ’ ‘ don’t blame me because you were born with a clit for a cock and a tiny beanbag to house what passes for balls. ’ ‘ eat my shit. ’ ‘ it makes my labia shrivel. ’ ‘ die young and suffer, dickless. ’ ‘ you can either cry like a bitch or smack a bitch. ’ ‘ what, you going back to your mommy’s? you fucking infant. ’ ‘ sperm would enter my pretty little vajoojoo and my cold black heart would kill that shit dead, son. ’ ‘ trust me, getting your asshole bleached would be much more fun. ’ ‘ you’re like one of those freaky chicks who marries serial killers on death row. ’ ‘ well, if you were not so preoccupied with sticking your dick in anything with a hole that will have you, you might noticed these things. ’ ‘ i want to go back and do it all over again. only this time, not make the same mistakes… this time, do it better. this time do it right. ’ ‘ our best days are behind us now. you’re just chasing a dragon. we’re never going to life happily ever after. ’ ‘ you’re going to die poor, drunk, and alone. ’ ‘ welcome to the place where time stands still, where whisky flows and always will. ’ ‘ i came back… for you. i know it’s overwhelming, disorienting even. ’ ‘ we have to resolve this shit one way or another, don’t you agree? ’ ‘ i say we stay here until we figure it out… or until we both get so fucking horny we can’t stand it. either way, it’s a win-win for both of us. ’ ‘ what is this? explain yourself, woman. ’ ‘ do you realize that the bottom has just officially dropped out of our relationship? ’ ‘ angry? i’m not angry! why would i be angry? i’m not even entitled to angry. ’ ‘ that’s what makes it worse: she was there first. ’ ‘ you might wanna curve your crazy bitch. ’ ‘ why, do you still love her? ’ ‘ are you challenging me right here in my own home? ’ ‘ of course i love you! i’ve always loved you! ’ ‘ i didn’t fuck anyone, if that’s what you were wondering. ’ ‘ who gives diamonds to the homeless? not i. ’ ‘ i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life annoying the shit out of you. ’ ‘ i’m sick and tired of fighting about the past. ’ ‘ home is wherever you are. ’ ‘ you are so full of shit? ’ ‘ other than making the sweet love to me, that’s the nicest thing you could’v done. ’ ‘ you’re right, i know everything there is to know about you. ’ ‘ i am lucky. i’m lucky to have known you, i’m lucky to have loved you. ’ ‘ i like you when you’re crazy. ’ ‘ you have so much shit going on in your life right now, you don’t want to add this to the mix. ’ ‘ thank you for letting me be the crazy one for once. ’ ‘ merry fucking christmas. can we go home already? ’ ‘ it’s your life. if there’s something you don’t like about it, you can change it. ’ ‘ you need to be in the middle of a mess of your own creation, right? that’s what makes you attractive and also, impossible to live with. ’ ‘ impossible is a very strong word. ’ ‘ i love you, but i can’t be with you. when will you accept that? ’
It’s finally here! Again I’m writing this off of the top of my head, so this could or could not be the last part of the story. I’m so happy all of you still love this story and continue to tell me your reactions which bring me genuine happiness. So thank you. Enjoy.
After days of sitting in bed with Ashton at our current venue, I decided getting up and at least showering would help wash my sorrows away. Ashton carefully helped my weak physique off the indented bed, his arm on my waist for balance, and sat me on the toilet and turned on the shower head.
“Just wait until it warms up. I’ll set up your clothes in here as well, and we’ll get going after that. We’ll get some breakfast yeah? Any place you like.” And he grabbed the back of my head bringing it to his lips for a subtle kiss of comfort, and left. I sighed and shredded off my 5 day old sweatshirt and my stretched out black leggings, and felt the water temperature. It was perfectly warm.
I stepped in and immediately it hit my skin with a sizzle. I hoisted my hair back as my face was now drenched in water. My hands rested on the back of my neck, my eyes fixated on the shower wall in front of me. It had been a long time since I was left alone, by myself, with my thoughts. I could hear the pounding of my heart get deeper, thinking of Calum and how he was holding up as well. Was he crying? Was he sat in bed every minute he could get because the outside world was too much to bare for him as well? Or was he laughing like he never laughed with me before, was he happier than he ever felt, looking at someone else with a different light and different intention in their eyes than what I had? I hadn’t even realized I was crying at this point. The water being poured out onto me was intertwined with the water pouring out of me, and I couldn’t tell which was which. I could feel the sinking feeling hit me in my gut and chest, making it hard to catch my breathe. My hand shot out in front of me to catch my body from falling and smashing into the beige tiles. A sob escaped my mouth, loud enough to alert Ashton, who was now inside setting up my clothes. The cry lasted a few seconds, and was loud enough to crack glass. Ashton’s heart leaped out of his chest as he pulled back the shower curtain, just in time to catch me as I fell to my knees. The strength in me was gone, my everything was gone.
Ashton goton his knees on the bathroom floor, not even caring that he was getting wet, and just held me close to his chest just like he did the night Calum left. I continued to cry into his black t-shirt, clutching onto it. His hand reached up to my head and brought his mouth to it, he knew it brought a sense of protection to me. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. I’m so sorry, I don’t know when but…you won’t have to hurt much longer in my presence.”
After a few minutes, Ashton turned off the water and inside filled the tub for a bath. He squirted some soap into the water so it bubbled up, and brought the soap up and down my body. In reality, it was just him giving me a bath, but in my mind, he was scrubbing away any last bit of Calum lingering behind. I knew Ashton was waiting to be with me, it was killing him inside to see me worked up over someone who hadn’t been done anything good for me. But he was being patient; any other guy who would’ve been in his shoes would’ve quit by now. I was silently thanking and praying for him not to give up on me.
He brought me to a small brunch place that he claimed had the best breakfast burritos in the area, or so he read online. We sat down inside near the back corner, the furthest away from outside and people as we could. I hadn’t spoken a word since we got out of the hotel, only nodded and hummed as a response. I was just afraid of the crack in my voice from crying and yelling so much that I just decided to keep my mouth shut. Ashton’s hand snaked it’s way to my own from across the table and held my left in his right, slowly rubbing his thumb over my tense knuckles. “Anything you want okay? But I really would recommend the burrito, or you could just half it with me.” I sucked my lips in and only nodded once again, earning a quiet sigh from Ashton’s side of the table.
After ordering 1 breakfast burrito, 2 blueberry waffles, a whole stack of bacon and a plate of hash browns, we began to eat. Ashton completely inhaled his burrito within minutes while I struggled to scarf down the waffles. No doubt everything tasted and smelled delicious, but the continuously growing lump in my throat blocked anything from getting down, even water. Ashton looked up at me as he finished the last chunk of his burrito, cheeks full like a chipmunk and crumbs of egg and tortilla all over his cheeks and lips. For the first time in a while, I let a small chuckle out at this facial expression. He gave me a questionable look, before I leaned over the table and shook my head.
“Hold on lemme clean you up.” I brought my napkin up to his cheeks, softly swiping to remove the mess. He laughed, feeling like he was a little kid again, a sense of home coming back to him after being so far away for so long. I looked into his glossy eyes, a sense of home coming back to me. He was protective, comforting, loving, and warm. His aura provoked those feelings you get inside your own house. Ashton exuded feelings I had been missing for a long time now.
However, our moment was ruined when the bell on top of the restaurant doors opened up causing both of our heads to naturally turn toward the noise. The two lovebirds came walking in, hand in hand with smiles on their faces. The brown-skinned boy’s head settled on us, and his smiling mouth fell onto his girl’s head, planting a small kiss on it. She blushed and began speaking to the waiter that there was 2 of them.
Without hesitation, I hands dropped the spoon and napkin I was holding, causing a loud clinking noise, and I scooted my chair back enough to cause streaks to appear on the floor and stormed out of the restaurant, Ashton following behind me. All Ashton could do was hit Calum on his free shoulder which almost sent him back. Calum’s bottom lip sucked into his mouth letting out a ‘hmph.’
I slammed the door to Ashton’s car on the passenger side and just cried into my lap. After hearing the driver’s side door slam, the car’s atmosphere fell to a bitter heaviness. He just listened to me sob, for the second time today, calming down his own breathing. My hands flew to the dashboard ahead of me and I started slamming my hands against it, hitting the middle console and the sides of the door also. Ashton grabbed my wrists in his and yanked me to look at him.
“Stop letting him do this to you!”
“I can’t! I can’t! Why! Why does he get to do this to me!…” He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t tell her that he only wanted her for sex, he couldn’t tell her that he likes Nia genuinely, he couldn’t tell her that he never cared. Of course, that’s what he wanted to say because he honestly believed it was all true, but in Calum’s mind, it was the exact opposite.
Calum’s POV / before they saw Y/N and Ashton…
I laid there in the newly made hotel bed, the sheets stained in newly made tears. I let a few slip out of my eyes, the only thing on my mind being her. Seeing her underneath Ashton in lust, watching her break down in his arms, remembering her walking away from me that night when we realized we were done for.
I’m Calum Hood for crying out loud. I don’t cry. I rarely show emotion. I’m either stone cold or happy go lucky. There’s no in between. I never cry, I never get heart broken, because I never get attached. I guess that was my mistake this time around. I lied to myself, I lied to her, now I’m lying to Nia.
“Cal! Get dressed, I’m taking you out for breakfast so you’re energized before soundcheck let’s go!” She cheerfully skipped into the room, me wiping my eyes as fast as I can pretending that I was just now waking up. She kissed my cheek before throwing a random graphic tee and black jeans at me and shut the door. I flopped back onto the bed with the tee and jeans over my face, telling myself that today was a new. I was going to get out of bed, spread a fake smile on my face, and conquer the day.
And then I laughed because that surely wasn’t going to happen, and hopped in the shower.
I was now time for the show, and I sat next to Ashton and Michael, who were both brushing their teeth and trying to speak to each other in mumbles. They knew I thought it was comical, so to get me to finally smile, they kept over exaggerating their sentences, slightly spitting toothpaste on me. I shielded myself, getting up from the couch trying my hardest not to smile and stood outside their dressing room.
After spitting and washing his mouth, Ashton appeared at the doorway and placed his hands on my cheeks.
“Sorry beautiful, was just trying to make you smile.” I bit on my tongue while looking up at him.
“Well I appreciate you guys trying. For a minute there I thought it would work but you guys aren’t that hilarious.” I crossed my arms and he scuffed at me, draping his arm around my shoulder.
“Come here you little shit, I need to talk to you before the show, seriously.” I gulped at the last word. Instead of running away in fear of what was to come, I nodded my head and followed him to the side of the stage where you could see fans walking around, finding their seats, and sitting and watching the stage with anticipation. Ashton took my hands in his before looking out into the growing crowd with a blinding smile.
“These guys,’ he gestured to the fans, ‘are the most important thing in the world to me, next to my family.” I smiled at the girls and boys with tears in their eyes, as they realized they’d be seeing and connecting with the 3 fantastic boys I knew, and Calum. “I never imagined that you would be up there with them.” I turned back to him, my eyes practically bulging out of my head. My hands started sweating in his, my mouth also becoming dry. I didn’t expect to mean this much to him, I thought that we’d have a best friend relationship come out of this, but I didn’t see this coming. He stepped closer, so close I could feel his hot shaking breathe on my forehead and nose.
“I know you’re still hurting over Calum, I get it. And I know you’re not in any shape or form ready to commit to someone again like you did him, even if it wasn’t an official thing. But I promise you, if you let me be the guy for you, I’ll mend you and help bring you back to the happy girl you once were, the one who didn’t feel broken everyday. We’ll go on more breakfast runs, and I’ll sing you new songs I write, and I’ll leave little notes for you around the hotel room to make you smile every chance you get. Please, will you be mine?”
I didn’t have time to react or comprehend any of his words before we heard a large sigh come from the side of us in front of the hallway. I looked up quickly to see my devastated Maori boy with a bouquet of deep red roses in his hands. His shoulders slump and lips in a pout. I pulled my hands back from Ashton’s, an appalled look in his eyes.
He cleared his throat and said, “Calum, who are those for?” Calum’s eyes shot back to the flowers in his hands, and he shook his head, jutting out his chin.
“They’re for, uh, they’re for Nia. I was looking for her right now.” His face instantly read as stone cold, and his collarbones and veins in his arms were clearly visible. Ashton shook his head confused and irritated, “Ok then, go look for her else where.”
Calum pursed his lips letting his head hang low, and jogged off behind Ashton. Even though he was out of his view, he wasn’t out of mine. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stop at the silver waste bin, and angrily chucked the flowers into it, before walking to the other side of the stage. I bit my lip trying to hold back the furiously hot tears, as Ashton turned back to me.
“Now, where were we?
Calum’s POV / before seeing Ashton and Y/N…
I walked backstage toward the boy’s and I’d dressing room, hoping Y/N would be in there relaxing like she usually does. I carried about 8 roses in my hands because the flower shop I went to didn’t carry 12 rose bouquets and the next number up was 20 which in my opinion was too many at this point. I figured I wasn’t doing anything helpful for the situation her and I were in. It was only making our group hangouts uncomfortable, and every time I saw her, my chest caved in and I suddenly couldn’t speak. So, I thought about buying her some flowers as a forgiveness token, and rehearsed telling her my true feelings for her instead of yelling them at her last time.
As I approached the room, I peered inside to see only Michael and Luke and Luke’s girlfriend. They all sat on their phones, all eyes staring up at me when I entered.
“Oooooo Cal, who the flowers for?” Arzaylea spoke up. I let out a chuckle and looked down at the beautiful set of carnations.
“Please tell me they’re not for who we think they’re for?” Luke said, Michael nodding and agreeing with him.
“It’s just a piece offering. I still love and care for her Luke, I just want the old girl I had back…” He sighed, going back to scrolling on his phone.
“She went down the hall to the side of the stage.” Michael said, and I nodded my head at him before striding off.
I could start to here voices down by the side of the stage and making out figures of bodies. I then realized she wasn’t alone. Ashton was there, hands in hers and my blood started rushing through my veins, picking up my adrenaline.
My stomach cramped, my ears turned red, my chest felt like it had the wind knocked out of it, as I heard the dreaded words come out of Ashton’s mouth.
It all was in slow motion. His words, the crowds chatter, my own heart beat. It felt like the world had slowed down, letting the pain linger in my body and letting the pain hit me hard and slow, the worst way possible. My hands clutched onto the paper surrounding the flowers, making her head snap in my direction.
I’ll never forget the look in her eyes, the same look she had when I caught her sleeping with Ashton. She was petrified, she was heart broken, she knew she was in the wrong. I guess this was the moment in time when the universe is telling us to stop trying. To stop thinking we’d ever make it as a couple, it was all a fantasy, a dream that slowly was turning into a nightmare.
I wouldn’t have ever called this love, if love hurt this bad.
Omg ok so obviously this is a sorta cliff hanger so if y’all want a part 6, request it! Also read my other stories in my masterlist and await the next part of Gotta Go My Own Way! :)