A poem about unrequited love created by alternating between lines from municipal court documents and texts from my cousin
On this the 16th day of December, 2015, the defendant appeared and I think my life will never be the same No one appeared on behalf of the City but it wouldn’t matter if 10,000 people told me I was wrong The defendant, having entered a plea of just love me, please love me is found by this Court to be entirely lost and convicted
It is therefore ordered, adjudged and decreed that love can be the cruelest thing in the world It is the sentence of this Court that the defendant be committed to memory or someplace deep inside that nobody can see
Defendant is also ordered not to be on the property of my heart, my mind, my soul for a period of no less than 180 days, at which time I might be able to look at him without shaking but failure to comply will result in arrest
(bottom left picture), cast as Kunzite, got ill shortly before La Reconquista debuted
on stage, so Mayu Iseki (bottom right) was the one to perform in the musical in her place. Earlier Misaki had participated of the photoshoot for the musical and of the Sailor Moon 20th Anniversary Talk Show Event back in 2013.
A/N: This is a song fic. The song is We Don’t Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez.
Also, it’s late right now and I’m super tired so I truly hope this turned out well- I’m like half-asleep rn so I hope there isn’t too many mistakes…oops? I just really wanted to publish something before I go to sleep lol.
Hi can i request a song fic based on “We don’t talk anymore” by Charlie Puth with either Tony or Clint please?? Also can it be like super angsty cause I’m in need of some Clint or tony angst lmao Thank you I love your writing and blog so much :))))
Word Count: 2,031 (that’s including the lyrics)
Pairing: Clint x Reader
I hope you like this-
We don’t talk anymore We don’t talk anymore We don’t talk anymore Like we used to do We don’t laugh anymore What was all of it for? Ohh, we don’t talk anymore, like we used to do…
Calculating green eyes followed the man that stepped foot into the kitchen. She was quieter than usual as she watched the man stand up front of the coffee machine, his eyes glazed over and distant. He stared at the machine for a moment before exhaling softly, his head drooping ever so slightly before he turned his back to the machine and left the room.
“What was that about?” Natasha turned her head when the blonde man left the room only to be met with a concerned looking Steve and Sam.
“Do you know who Y/N is?” Natasha asked the men before her but she was only met with a shake of a head and a dumbfounded look. Her eyes looked down as a soft smile formed on her lips gracefully before she looked up again. “She’s the woman who has Clint’s heart and she’s been invited to Tony’s party…but they don’t talk anymore.”
I just heard you found the one, you been looking You been looking for I wish I would have known that wasn’t me Cause even after all this time I still wonder Why I can’t move on Just the way you did so easily
Clint’s eyes widened ever so slightly when you stepped through the door. “She really came?” He asked as his heart thumped harder and his eyes slowly started to sting.
“Well I did invite her,” Tony’s voice was so casual as he made himself a drink from behind the bar. But Clint never turned to look at him, his eyes staying on you. He didn’t know what to do and he felt all his emotions for you coming back to him like a tsunami wave. He still loved you and the fact that you were here at Stark’s party gave him hope that you didn’t hate him as much anymore. But all his hopes came crashing down when a man walked through the door slipping an arm around your waist.
He quickly turned around, head down, as he stared at his drink. He blinked rapidly so the stinging in his eyes would go away as one thought crossed his mind. You used to smile at him like that.
Don’t wanna know Kinda dress you’re wearing tonight If he’s holdin’ into you so tight The way I did before I overdosed Shoulda known your love was a game Now I can’t get you out of my brain Ohh, it’s such a shame
Every time his eyes closed flashes of you crossed his mind. He couldn’t get you off his mind. It had been a week since Tony’s party and he still felt like taking a nap for twenty thousand years so he didn’t have to face the world.
You had looked so good, so beautiful, so happy but it was because of the man you were with the whole night…not because of him.
Clint couldn’t get the scene from his mind. The guy you were with that night, held you close all night long, holding you so tight like if he loosened his grip you would disappear. Clint scoffed to himself bitterly- he should have held onto you tighter because then maybe you would have still been with him.
That we don’t talk anymore We don’t talk anymore We don’t talk anymore Like we used to do We don’t laugh anymore What was all of it for? Oh, we don’t talk anymore Like we used to
Memories of late nights with you crossed his mind like a movie. He remembered how hard he made you laugh as you cuddle on the couch on a rainy afternoon watching movies. He swore to you he could lift you like Patrick Swayze lifted Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing and the laughter that sounded through the living room had his heart racing and a big stupid grin planted on his face.
He also remembered when you both sat on the kitchen counter laughing until your stomachs were hurting as coffee brewed in the background. It was three in the morning and coffee wasn’t going to help you sleep anytime soon but you didn’t care, sipping the hot coffee carefully as your conversation turned to the past and the future and everything in between.
I just hope you’re lying next to somebody Who knows how to love you like me There must be a good reason that you’re gone Every now and then I think you might want me to Come show up at your door But I’m just too afraid I’ll be wrong
It’s been a week since you went to Tony’s party and your heart was still racing. You didn’t know how it would go but you were right about one thing. Clint still had your heart pounding and hands shaking. He meant the world to you but you didn’t know how to face him after… and so you brought the guy you had been kind of seeing. And it helped- but not really. So when Tony invited you to another party, you went solo.
The party was in full swing when you arrived. Last time Clint was at Tony’s party he was alone and stayed next to the bar most of the night. But now, a gorgeous woman stood by his side all smiles and he was looking at her and not at you. You tried to push your feelings back because you had moved on…well that was what you were trying to convince yourself but it was clear now, that Clint was trying to move on too.
But you couldn’t help but glance over at Clint every few minutes like you were hallucinating the woman on his arm. But every time you looked over the woman was still there hugging his arm and smiling at the people next to her. So you looked away focusing on the person who was talking to you, not knowing Clint was now looking over at you.
You had finally caught a break and you about thrown yourself against the bar. Your heels were killing you and that was what you were trying to convince yourself as the reason your eyes were stinging with tears and not because Clint had just kissed his new girl on the cheek not five minutes ago and held her close like he used to do with you.
Letting out a sigh you downed your drink in one go before shaking your head as if to get rid of the image. You needed to get a hold of yourself. Your eyes scanned the big crowd and you noticed Clint making a beeline to the balcony outside. Out of instinct you felt yourself lifting from the chair to join him before realization hit and you slumped back down. He didn’t want you. And you felt like you proven yourself right when the girl, who had been all over him all night, slipped outside to join him.
Don’t wanna know If you’re looking into her eyes If she’s holdin’ onto you so tight the way I did before I overdosed Should’ve known your was a game Now I can’t get you out of my brain Oh, it’s such a shame
You turned around when you saw the woman join Clint outside. You lifted a finger signaling the bartender for another drink and the guy complied immediately. You flashed him a small smile before downing the drink and reveled in the slight burn as the alcohol slide down your throat smoothly. You didn’t want to see Clint hugging another girl or kissing another girl.
You glared at your empty glass, why did you even come here? Better yet, why did you give up on Clint so easily and let your world slip through your fingers like it was nothing?
Your eyes watered and your heart clenched but suddenly another glass slid into your vision and the bartender gave you a sadden smile that you flinched at. But you took the drink grateful for the distraction and took your time to drink it.
That we don’t talk anymore We don’t talk anymore We don’t talk anymore We don’t laugh anymore What was all of it for? Oh, we don’t talk anymore Like we used to
You had enough. You had stayed at the party long enough and it was time to go home, alone. You shivered and then shook your head as if this would get your negative thoughts to leave you, but nothing happened. You let out a heavy sigh through your nose and stood up from your stool. You weren’t going to say good bye to anyone, you didn’t want to. You felt so drained and done with everything.
You slipped through the crowd easily, keeping your head down and footsteps fast. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you clicked the down button for the elevator and felt like you could breathe again. You immediately took off your heels and held them in your hands as you pushed the button for the ground floor.
The doors were just closing when you heard heavy footsteps approaching fast towards you. “Wait! Hold the door!” The guy yelled and you complied holding the doors from closing and kept your eyes down as the guy slide in. “Aw, thanks.” He breathed and you looked up to say no problem but you froze. Clint looked over and seemed to be just like you, frozen in place with his mouth gaped.
Luckily, you recovered quickly and stood straighter. “No problem,” you mumbled and moved to the corner of the elevator trying to distance yourself from him as much as you could. The elevator fell silent and you loathed that. You didn’t feel comfortable enough to start a conversation though. Didn’t elevator play music? Because anything would be better than the awkward tension that was thick and suffocating you in the tiny elevator you stood in with Clint. Your eyes flickered to the sign above the doors and pouted when you saw the numbers slowly decreasing.
Your fingers tapped the bar impatiently and you could see Clint was shifting from foot to foot, mouth opening every once in awhile but nothing ever came out. But you kind of wished he would say something, but alas it was silent and suddenly the doors were opening.
Neither one of you moved and the tension was eating you up inside. You couldn’t do this. Finally, you shifted facing him just as he did, both of your mouths opening. You stared at him for a second then, you hadn’t been this close to him in months, and that hurt you to know this. But when you went to speak and say something, only one thing came out. “Goodbye.” The word rung between you two and it looked like someone just punched him. And you couldn’t handle that so you did what you usually did when you said Goodbye, you left.
Not once did you turn around to look at Clint, your mind rushing with thoughts and pain consuming you so fast you thought you might faint. But you made it to your car and you easily slipped inside. But once you were alone everything took its toll on you and the tears came like a storm you couldn’t control. A broken sob echoing in your car.
But what you didn’t know was that Clint wasn’t in any better shape. He stood frozen in the elevator again watching helplessly as you slipped through his fingers again. Walking out of his life again. His mind was all over the place. Did you really mean goodbye? Or were you just saying goodbye like a goodnight? The pessimistic side of him won though and the worst thoughts surrounded him and suddenly he couldn’t breathe at the thought of you truly being gone from his life. A gasp for air escaped him and he crashed to his knees, his cheeks immediately getting wet from the rush of tears escaping his eyes. “Goodbye,” he whispered.