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radicallyaligned · 1 year
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They say we wear our ancestors faces. That in the mirror we see thousands of women we'll never meet.
Is that the bridge of some great aunts nose? Do my cheekbones follow the path laid out by a woman who lived ten thousand years before me? Do I have my great-great-great-great grandmothers crooked smile?
Did the young girl who farmed sheep, whose blood runs in my veins, did she pinch the skin under her chin, too? When she bore a daughter, did she see her face in her? Did she conceptualize the thousands of faces to come?
I have my mothers eyes. The shape, the lashes. When I love this, I am loving my mother. When I hate a part of me, am I hating the woman from whom it was a gift?
I cannot know them, but I can know their legacy. I move my piano key fingers across a keyboard and see the hands of a woman weaving. I push my hair behind my ear and see the tied back curls of a woman bent over in the garden, harvesting squash.
I am what survived the eons that have passed.
In ten thousand years, perhaps a young woman will love her eyes, and my ghost will weep and say yes! That's me! That is the piece of me that survives!
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csford · 9 days
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Pitt Stop~.. 🏁🏎️.
A Ghoap Racing Au, credits go to @sxlvieexx for the idea!<3
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Brief Summary:
When Johnny upgrades into an under 21s racing team, he’s paired with Simon. As time goes on, Johnny and Simon realise maybe this could work: maybe they have chemistry.
TS’: 1, A Little Death - The Neighborhood .
2, Respite On The SpitalFields - Ghost .
3, SuperMassive Black Hole - Muse .
4, Ball And Biscuit - The White Stripes .
(playlist link!)
Character Information💗.:
SIMON RILEY:
character backstory/traits.
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♥︎Simon has been racing since he was 5, whether that was Go-karts, Bikes, Running, Cars, motorbikes: he loves to go fast.
♥︎Simon was nicknamed Ghost by his manager because of his amazing ability to get in front of his competitors without having to put up much of a fight: nobody ever seemed to see him.
♥︎Simon was known to hate having much teammates, he never liked working together, he was a big “every man for himself” kinda guy.
♥︎Simon was a “do it yourself” kinda guy, he never did anyone favours and always believed if you want something that bad, get it yourself.
♥︎Simon’s music taste is definitely amazing, he listens to heavy music, like- heavy. SlipKnot, System Of A Down, maybe Ghost? But yeah, so his hearing is probably damaged. Every time you ask him something, chances are you’ll get a “Huh?” Or a “What was that?” such as.
♥︎Personality wise, Simon is definitely a reserved, stoic kind of guy. Or so it seems. Nobody really knows much about him, so they just read the book by its cover, until a special someone gets to know him more.
JOHN MACTAVISH:
character backstory/traits.
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☀︎John was always scared easily, he hated roller coasters, and hated going fast: unlike his soon-to-be teammate.
☀︎John was nicknamed Soap by Simon, because of his incredible ability to make the cars so shiny you can see your reflection easily.
☀︎John was always super excited to work with new people, always bounding around happily when he gets the opportunity to work with others.
☀︎John always loves doing favours for others, “John, can you-“ he’s already up, “John can you clean-“ why else is he nicknamed Soap? Incredibly helpful guy.
☀︎John’s music taste is definitely like your average teenage girls’. He loves Folklore by Taylor Swift, and you’ll often catch him humming to Lana Del Ray and Phoebe Bridgers.
☀︎Personality wise, John is like a golden retriever, super happy and jumpy, but when he’s sad he’s empty. But, luckily for you, dear reader, he isn’t sad often. (Oh? Is that a hint for an angst chapter in Pitt Stop? Nah, or is it?) He also reads between the lines, if you’re sad he will know, he’s amazing at reading people.
THE MEET UP~
When Simon & John met.
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At first, when Simon was told he would be getting his first ever teammate that was younger than him, he didn’t really think much of it. All he thought was Great, I’ll be babysitting this term? But when he met John, the anger Simon felt was incredible. John was bouncing around, in Simon’s team's uniform. Who was to say he was already on the team? But apparently, John didn’t have to try out. Which just made Simon’s anger more irresistible for longer. John, with his “stupid smile and stupid eyes”. Yet as they spoke and as John opened up to Simon, and allowed Simon to open up too to him, maybe this could work.
Maybe Simon had found a friend?~
[note, if you have any question about this au, ask me or @/sxlvieexx !! <3]
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thelovelybitten · 4 months
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bad news: I'VE FUCKING EXPOSED MYSELF AS A SOUTH PARK FANFICTION WRITER TO MY PROFESSOR BC I FORGOT TO REPLACE STAN'S NAME IN THE VERY LAST PARAGRAPH HBGHBSDBGKSDBKJGBSKJBSKBBKSBGBBGIBI I'M GOING TO OFF MYSELF
good news: i got a 95 on the assignment
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thespoliarium · 10 months
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ANNOUNCEMENT!
Hello, everyone! As you may all know, I have been quite noisy about this, but I have been writing a book. I am finally happy to present to you the title of the book...
"The Tired Red Swans: A Secret Love Story from Soviet Russia."
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What's it all about? Well...
"USSR, 1931: Irina Shulzhenko was chosen by General Secretary Joseph Stalin to be the governess of his children, when she meets Vyacheslav Molotov, who was the 3rd Premier of the Soviet Union. Amused by each other, the two became friends and later became lovers. A story of love, lust, power, politics, and communism, witness one of the controversial yet legendary love stories hidden for years in Soviet Russia." Whoa!
Disclaimer: The author deeply condemns Stalin’s atrocities, and hopes it never happen again. The casting here would be as is from Armando Iannucci’s movie The Death of Stalin (2017), although it closely follows the real-life chronology of events.
So, who are the characters? Well, most of them are Soviet figures like: Molotov, Stalin, Khrushchev, Beria, Zhukov, Bulganin, Malenkov, Mikoyan, Kaganovich, Svetlana and Vasily, and some more!
But our main character is a woman, and her name is Irina Shulzhenko!
Irina Shulzhenko is the main character of TTRS. She is the governess to Stalin's children, Molotov's secretary, once Foreign Minister and Soviet Ambassador to the UK. She is played by none other than Lara Fabian!
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More details? Okay! It's got 50K+ words, and 36 chapters. I worked on it for like 2 months, while balancing schoolwork. Whoa, juggler!
This will be released on Archive of Our Own, next Saturday, June 10, 2023! Mark your calendars! I will shamelessly promote this so bear with me.
I'll post the link once it is all done!
And here's the playlist!
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thevivification · 2 years
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I've figured out a way to put my thoughts into words
For a while I've been picturing esmp!False with clockwork imagery, I don't know why. I've seen her base as a clock, the insides with it's redstone machines and the outsides pretty and clean. I've thought of her mind as a sort of machine, the gears and cogs her memories
But recently that's felt wrong. Her mind still works, memories can't be truly erased, so maybe it's more like the machine hasn't been oiled in a while. But still, that felt wrong
So I thought again. Maybe it was that she was missing cogs and she was picking up and piecing it back into the machine to get a bigger picture for herself. But then, the thought occurred to me. She isn't a machine missing cogs, she's a machine with mismatched cogs. It works, but it isn't good enough, and she's trying to find her old cogs, the ones that were good, her old memories, home.
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starlight-bread-blog · 5 months
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Stolitz if it was written well
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vividlylost · 2 years
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just passing to tell you i'm re-reading simon says... the fic and the sequel are on my mind a lot, i adore them to bits. they just make me feel so mushy and full of love, i cant tell you how grateful i am that you wrote them 💕
Awww thank you!!! Im so lax lately on here and on my fics but ldnwlsnqoaj THANK YOU!!
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gingebreadbeetle · 1 month
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There’s no way Hazbin fans (more so Stans) and Viv herself genuinely believe Hazbin hotel is anything like Bojack? Where does Hazbin even take inspiration from Bojack?? Bojack horseman is such a good show, with complex thoughts and ideas expressed in its writing and characters.
Vivziepop is not a curious writer. She doesn’t care about representing people, she has a limited creative mind because she cannot understand politics nor philosophy beyond a highschool level. Her progressive ideology is built of hate for women and the fetishization of gay men. She has nothing interesting to say, nothing new to add and no substance to her works.
There are so many reasons bojack horseman works where Hazbin doesn’t, and I’m tired of pretending a ‘adult show’ that brings up ‘adult themes seriously’ is on the same level as bojack horseman.
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thehopefulquotes · 7 months
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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.
Viv Albertine
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thoughtkick · 10 months
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I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed.
Viv Albertine
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azural83 · 5 months
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The vilification of the girls in this episode was completely unnecessary. What was even the point?
Let's see,They're passionate performers that managed to come so far to compete with hell's most popular jester even though mammon's business is misogynistic,they managed to come so far despite no one believing they could just like fizzarolli did. But if they win they're the ones who will get exploited and abused, something that fizz knows better than anyone
Is fizz going to reveal the truth in order to break the cycle and make sure that no talented performer goes through what he did? Nah the girls are just bullies who's entire personalities are being bitches and making fizzarolli sad and got punished for that by getting crushed by a rock,that's their ending.
The show can't even bring itself to acknowledge that they also worked hard to be where they are,to at least have fizz help them since he was in the same situation as they were once
You can't judge misogyny in industry when this is how you treat female characters.
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csford · 4 days
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PittStop 🏁🏎️.
chapter one. (See @sxlvieexx for Chapter Two soon!)
character count: 10.7k
Warnings: mentions of anxiety, jealousy, past of Simon Riley talk.
A/N: brief description of PittStop is here!
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“Break.” The voice rang out in Simon’s earpiece, he couldn’t even comprehend who was saying it, his thoughts were racing. “Break, Simon.” there it came again, god, who was that? “Break!”
Sitting bold upright in bed, Simon was breathing heavily. His body felt cold and wet from sweating. “..The hell..?” Simon began, pulling himself out of bed to try and knock some sense into himself. “..It was just a dream.” Of course, that’s what he reasoned. He had a huge race tomorrow, but he couldn’t let thoughts get in the way of being a winner.
His mind had just started racing about the what-ifs again, until he heard a knock on the door of his room. He turned to his clock, which showed exactly 5.35 AM.
“..Come in?” Simon said quietly, flicking on his light. He should’ve expected who it would be: his racing manager, John Price.
“..Oh, Price.” Simon muttered, “You’re here?”
Price had always been firm— rough. He didn’t take no for an answer, ever. Which killed Simon.
“You’ve got yourself a new partner.” Price informed him, seemingly bored.
“A partner? No, No, I work alone, that’s a mistake.” Simon said quickly, shaking his head.
“Past tense, Simon. You now have a race partner, who’ll be racing for you tomorrow.”
“What? No, I’m racing tomorrow-, I’ve been training for this race for.. well- all my life! You can’t just give some new kid my race!” Simon yelled, glaring at Price. “What even is this kid's name?” He hissed.
“John MacTavish.” Price drawled, his voice monotone.
“Sounds Scottish,” Simon remarked.
“He is.”
“Greattttttt.”
A few minutes of silence passed as Simon read his new partner’s documents, his name, age, background, so on.
“He’s only 22..” Simon said to himself, not even wanting an answer from Price.
“You were eighteen when you joined this division,” Price said smoothly, “Imagine how annoyed your teammates were.”
“…” Simon was used to the snarky comments, but they still hurt, they’d hurt anyone right? “..shut up.”
“Let’s hope John isn’t as stubborn as you are, now come on, Simon. You’re meeting him.”
“When..?”
“Now.”
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As Simon walked into the yard where often many people spoke or signed autographs, he was surprised seeing nobody there. But it was early, surely they would arrive.
He sat down on a nearby bench, sighing, rubbing his hands together to try and make himself warmer.
He was finally after getting relaxed until he saw two men walking nearby, one slightly shorter than Simon, but as muscular, and the other.. Price, his manager.
The shorter man seemed to be chatting away happily to Price, and for once.. Price seemed happy.
Simon swore to himself that he wouldn’t be jealous, he didn’t even know if this was MacTavish, maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was just some other.. racer.
“Ah, Simon!” Price chirped, he sounded happy, that was probably a first. “This is John! Your new teammate!”
Damn it.
“..Hi, John.” Simon got up, holding his hand out to shake John’s.
“Hiya!” John bounded over, shaking Simon’s hand viciously. “I’m John-! But some people call me Johnny! Like.. my friends! They call me Johnny. But.. I don’t have much of those, but uh—“
“So, Price.” Simon interrupted, already annoyed at John, or- Johnny. “Is this who’s taking my race?”
Johnny looked hurt, he quietened down slightly, but distracted himself by picking his hands, but was quickly consoled by Price putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Simon.” Price warned.
“What? It’s a question.”
“He’s not taking your race, it was never your race to begin with.”
Now this hurts. This hurt Simon. He himself went silent as Price discussed the race with Johnny. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to be the race that would make him loved once more, not make him replaced?
But Johnny wasn’t the type to leave people alone.
As Price rambles on, Johnny noticed Simon staring at the ground, his eyes even becoming slightly glassy.
“..hey, Price? Ehm.. I think I heard the other team calling your name, maybe go check on ‘m?” Johnny suggested, trying to get alone without Price.
Price being how he is, he nodded and ran off, looking like he was “very important”.
“..Simon.. I-..”
“Forget it.” Simon said sharply, shaking his head. “Just, forget it.”
“I didn’t know I was.. takin’ yer race.”
“Of course you didn’t. As you heard Price say, it wasn’t even my race to begin with.”
“Don’t say that! You're the best racer here,”
“Then why did I need a partner? Why did I get replaced?”
“You didn’t need a partner. I did.”
“…What?”
“I.. can’t work alone..”
Simon stared at Johnny, when he met Johnny, he already hated him, but now.. maybe, just maybe, Johnny could be like him?
“..Why? Why not?”
“I grew up alone, I grew up without any company. I.. I can't be alone, or else I..”
Johnny bit his lip, his breathing slightly quickened, looking at the ground.
“..I get you hate me, and.. but when I’m alone-, I think of things, bad things, that-..”
Simon shook his head, “No.”
“No.?” Johnny was confused, rubbing his eyes.
“..I don’t hate you that much.”
“Wha..? But.. you-,” Johnny spluttered.
“I do a lot of things that I don’t really mean.” Simon exhaled, “You’ll agree when you get to know me more.”
“..Y’mean you don’t want me to leave?
“..don’t push it.” Simon punched Johnny’s shoulder playfully, shrugging softly.
Johnny chuckled, jumping around once more.
“Come on. I want to see how you ride.” Simon winked, causing Johnny to blush a vibrant rosey colour.
“Oh?” He laughed, following where Simon walked into the gear room.
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Once they were geared up, Johnny was even more hyper. Jumping around, excited he was finally about to race his future race partner.
“Calm down, if you jump around so much you’re gonna break the damn visor.” Simon commented, but in reality, he was admiring how happy Johnny could be. How did he do that? Happy so much..
Johnny did a thing. He flapped his hands around, like he was about to fly away. Simon tilted his head, curious.
“..What’s that?” Simon asked.
“Huh? What’s wha’?” Johnny asked, turning almost every direction.
“No, no-.. what did you do with your hands?”
“Oh,! It’s called stimming!!”
“..Stimming?”
“Aye! It’s like.. what I do when I get super happy.”
“..That’s.. interesting,”
“Mhm? Good way ‘r bad way?”
“..A good way .”
“Then that’s good!!” Johnny.. stimmed, again.
Simon nodded, Johnny was a curious man. He stimmed, he was happy.. almost all the time, almost the opposite to Simon. Yet, Why did Simon.. like him? What happened to I work Alone?
Simon led Johnny to the cars, sitting into one, it was the fancy kind, the racing one they use for F1.
“Don’t crash. Or die. That’s all I ask of you, okay?” Simon said.
Johnny laughed, “No promises!” He said as he hopped into a car next to Simon.
Simon chuckled softly, and the two drove off onto the track.
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As they drove around, Simon informed Johnny that they had mics, which probably made Johnny’s day even more..
“Woahhhhh! This is so cool!” Johnny cheered, the sounds of his engine in the background.
“Yeah. Yeah it is.” Simon agreed, focused.
As the two drove, Johnny decided to himself that this would be a good time to try and get to know Simon better.
“So, where are ye’ from?” Johnny asked.
Simon sighed, “Manchester.”
“..Oooh! I’ve been there before, we went for me’ aunt’s birthday a bit ago!”
“Yeah. Cool.”
Simon was definitely making this difficult.
“..Ehh.. Do you have any siblings?” Johnny tried again.
“No.” Simon muttered. “I don’t.”
“..Oh, uh..” Johnny sighed, deciding to stay quiet this time.
“..I grew up with my Dad, but he wasn’t the best.” Simon began, knowing Johnny hated long silences.
“oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I just know i Never want kids, or.. any relationship, to be honest.” Simon admitted.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why not?” Johnny asked quietly.
“..Scared I’ll end up like him.”
“I’m sure you won’t! You seem uh.. nice!”
“You don’t seem sure,”
“I haven’t known you for that long.”
“For a good reason,”
“Simon! Don’t say things like that..” Johnny pleaded, sighing. “Listen, we clearly got off on a rocky start.”
“Yeah.” Simon listened.
“We can fix it, I can.. help you.”
“I don’t need help.”
“Simon, please.”
“I’m done listening.”
And with a beep, Simon had muted.
“Damn it..” Johnny exclaimed, pulling in, groaning.
“Well.. I tried,” he sighed, “—and failed.”
Johnny took his helmet off, sighing. Slightly even crying. He pulled himself out of the car, walking into the gear room to try to be alone. He then sat down on the ground, sliding down the wall, sobbing quietly. “God damn it..” he whispered, digging his nails into his skin to try and stop crying. He grabbed his ear defenders from his bag, putting them onto his ears to try block out the noise of the background. Although he was the only one near, and the only sound was the wind, it was too loud. He was shaking, damn it, was he having a panic attack?
He needed to get someone, and fast, before things escalated.
He was given Simon’s number for emergencies only, but this counted, surely.?
He pulled his phone out, trying to push the ear defenders onto his head rougher.
He tapped into Contacts, clicking on the grey circle with an “S” as the profile picture. Simon Riley. He clicked the call button, praying. Praying. With every ring, his chest tightened.
Until the phone answered. Simon’s voice.
“Hello? What? What is it?”
“..S-Simon, Gear room, come.. quickly, please.” Johnny spluttered, and to his surprise, he heard the car engine stop, and the sound of running.
“Coming.” And then Simon hung up.
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As Simon ran up, pulling his helmet off, he could’ve hit himself, why was he so hard on Johnny? God damn it!
Johnny was on the ground, shivering, rocking himself back and forth against the wall, clutching his ear defenders.
“Johnny? Johnny-! Damn ittttt.. hey, what happened?” Simon slid onto his knees, sitting next to him. He hesitated.
“..I-.. I.. d-don't know..” Johnny choked through tears, “I jus..”
Simon hesitated, before putting an arm around Johnny, putting his hands over Johnny’s on the ear defenders.
“Too loud, yeah?” Simon said gently.
Johnny nodded silently, resting his head on Simon’s shoulder.
“..‘m sorry.. ‘m real sorry..” Johnny whispered.
“Hey. It’s okay. Okay? You’re alright.. I’m here.”
“I went too far though..?” Johnny whimpered,
“No, no. No, I did.” Simon muttered, shaking his head.
“You did nothin’ wrong.. I was bein’ nosey.” Johnny forced himself to believe it, but in reality, he had no clue why he was like this. “Nothin happened in the way I wanted..”
“Hey, hey don’t say that-, Ah, Jesus.” Simon cursed himself for not keeping a better eye on the new racer, god: Price would kill him if he finds out. Truth be told, Simon is only doing this to stay in Price’s good books.
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thelovelybitten · 6 months
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what are the odds i submit stendy fanfictions (change their names to not expose myself) for all my creative writing assignments
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thespoliarium · 7 months
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“so i dream of you,
coming to you in a kv-1 tank.
and so help me into tomorrow,
when i leave this bitch's head blank."
goodnight y'all 😴
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thevivification · 2 years
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SENDING AN ASK tell us abt trafficsona? :D
OKAY SO admittedly I put a bit too much info on the sheet (the Edelweiss' origin was supposed to be unlockable) but anywayyyss
A while back, before she even heard of a three lives system, she went caving with a couple friends. They found a deep cave, one that fell all the way until bedrock. Their friends wanted to get out, to run, but she kept on going.
She stood close to the bedrock, and soon enough she found a crevice that led to the Void. Their friends stayed away but she dipped a finger into it. It stung for a bit, then she dug back into the Void, dipping almost her entire arm into it. Their friends screamed at them to stop butshe continued, fishing into the Void until she pulled something out.
Now, she carries the shard of bedrock she fished from the Void. A good luck charm? Symbol of protection? Well there's certainly a sense of sentimentality to it, no?
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kamwilliamsonn · 11 months
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pretty - Vivianne Miedema
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request : here
of which Viv gets a little too drunk at one of Katie's parties
"y/n come join us, please!" Leah pouts at you, asking you to come and join with them.
"I think I should probably stay sober, mate, somebody has gotta look after you lot." You smiled at her, laughing as she slouches herself against you.
She drunkenly points across the room to wear your favourite Dutchie stood, clearly out of her mind. "Think she might need it more than the rest of us."
The blonde was staring over to you and Leah, a small pout on her face, one arm holding a glass that she's drinking far too quickly, while the other is holding onto the table to keep her standing.
You laughed softly and pulled Leah off of you, passing her over to Jen instead, and made your way over to Viv.
She hadn't even noticed you make your way over until you had plucked the glass from her hand.
"Hey, pretty, let's get you home, ey?" You mumbled softly, putting your arm around her waist.
Her head instantly leans down onto your shoulder - it was a struggle because she was a little taller than you - and nods tiredly. "y/n/n, I'm sleepy." She mutters out and you smile down at her.
"Hey, everyone! I'm gonna take Viv home, does anybody else want a lift?" Beth instantly took the invite and headed towards your car, climbing in the back seat while you help Viv into the front.
Ever the animated drunk, Beth talks to you the whole way to her house, only having her seatbelt on because you had forced her to.
Viv, on the other hand, sat quietly in the front seat - a comfort-loving drunk - her hand was resting on your knee, as she stared at you driving, her eyes flickered all over you, ignoring every word that Beth said.
Beth was the first to be dropped off, you walk her up to her door, your eyes flicking to Viv in the car, making sure that she didn't do anything dumb.
You grab her keys from her hands for her and unlock the door, watching as she collapsed onto the sofa and falls asleep instantly.
You grab two aspirin from your bag and grab her a bottle of water, leaving them on the coffee table next to her.
"Goodnight, Beffy." You mumble softly before leaving the house, shutting the door behind you and making sure it locks.
When you get back to the car, Viv is practically crying in her seat.
You instantly sit down and shut the door. "Hey, what's wrong?" You ask her, only to be met with silence. "Vivianne." You warn her softly, letting her know she should answer.
She looks over to you, and the pout and tears almost make you start crying yourself. "I thought you forgot about me." She mumbles.
You lean over and give her a soft kiss on her forehead. "I would never."
That makes the tears stop, her hand instantly goes back to your knee, drumming a little beat as you pull your seatbelt on and start the car once more.
Once you arrive at her house, you ask her for your keys, and see the tears form once more. "I left them inside. And Beth is the only person with a spare key."
"That's okay. It's okay, don't cry. You can crash at mine and we'll get your key from Beth in the morning, how does that sound?"
The blonde nods softly, a pout still on her face as you start the car again.
The moment you pull up at your house, you shut the car off completely, pulling your keys out.
You get out of your side and walk around to Viv's side. You unlock the door and help her out, wrapping your arm around her waist once more.
Her head drops into the crook of your neck and in her drunken state she starts to press soft kisses.
Your breath hitches softly as you try and ignore it, walking her up your steps, unlocking your door with your left hand - it wasn't easy.
You walked her up to your bedroom - you'd use the guest, your bed was nicer and you didn't want Viv to be uncomfortable - and found a pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt that would fit her before placing them on your bed.
"I'm gonna grab myself some clothes and go get changed in the guest room, then, I will bring you some aspirin and some water, and you will go to sleep. Understand?"
"Can't you stay with me?"
"Do you really want me to?"
"Yes. Really." She nods energetically. "You're pretty, I wanna share the bed with a pretty girl."
"You're so drunk."
You still ended up getting changed in the other room, and she got changed in yours, you went to bed with her in your arms.
And the next morning, even with your hair a mess, and a little dribble dripping down your chin, she still thought you were the most gorgeous girl in the world.
And even with a pounding headache she made sure to tell you. Her head once more resting in the crook of your neck as she mumbled to you,
just how pretty you were.
What do you think? I feel like the writing sucks a little, and it could have been written better, but I adore the idea so- yay :)
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