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masterofmunson · 5 years ago

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afraid to fall

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Summary: You learn to adjust to life without Harry in your life after you broke his heart. Part 2 to Falling.

Warnings: language, angst, and drinking.

Word Count: 4k+

Author’s Note: Thanks to Miss Carona I was able to write part two to my angsty Harry fic sooner than expected. Enjoy and tell me what you think!

It starts with voicemails. You were the first to leave one, and it was on his birthday. You were a nervous wreck. You antagonized over calling. It’s been nearly two months since Harry’s concert in December and neither of you made an effort to reconcile, even if you could. You knew deep down things can’t go back to the way things used to be between the two of you. You broke Harry’s heart and you’re going to live the rest of your life with regret and wondering what could have been.

You don’t blame him for not picking up when you called. He wants nothing to do with you. You missed him terribly and it was all your fault. You were scared and Harry called you out on it, and instead of being happy, you turned the other way. It was the biggest mistake of your life and now you have to live with it.

You were a jittery mess as you dialed his number. It took seven rings before you heard Harry’s automated voicemail. It made your heart race despite the fact it’s prerecorded. “Hey, it’s Harry! Leave a message after the beeeeep!” he sang into the phone before it beeped in your ear.

You let out a hesitant breath of air before talking softly. “Hey, Curly,” you whispered, “it’s me. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I understand why you didn’t pick up. I just… I’m sorry and I miss you. Happy birthday… call me or don’t, I understand.”

Harry leaves you a voicemail almost two weeks later. You were in the middle of your clinicals when he called. It made your heart jump inside your chest. You were dying to answer but you were in the middle of work and couldn’t take any calls while taking care of patients. While you were on your break, you had the chance to listen to Harry’s voice.

“Hey, darling,” his voice was warm in your ears. “Thanks for the birthday wish, it was weird celebrating without you. I miss you too. I’ll come see you soon. Promise.”

The voicemail correspondence goes on for another three weeks before they stop altogether. It hurt more than you cared to admit and you got drunk a few times to forget that you were no longer talking, again. You felt absolutely pathetic. He had every right to be mad at you. You broke his heart. Why would he want to go through that again?

You wallowed and threw yourself a pity party before gathering up the courage to leave one last voicemail. You couldn’t handle the emotional labor Harry was putting you through. He was giving you what you deserved and you hated every second. You were getting a taste of your own medicine.

Like always, it goes to voicemail. You sniffed quietly and let out a defeated sigh. Tears linger on your cheeks. “I don’t know what to say except I’m sorry,” you whispered. “You’re right. I am scared. I am a coward. I do love you. I shouldn’t have pushed you away or said those things. I know there’s nothing else I can say. I love you too, Harry. Goodbye.”

You hung up and cried yourself to sleep, mourning what could’ve been if you hadn’t let fear get in the way.

Now with your voicemail history deleted off your phone, you felt like it was a step in the right direction. You can’t torture yourself with the broken promises Harry left you in late night voicemails because neither of you had the courage to actually talk to each other. You haven’t spoken to each other since that night. You just have to accept that Harry was just a chapter in your life and now you have to move forward.

You’re already busy as it is with clinicals and school while working in the campus bookstore three times a week. It’s easy to distract yourself and not think about Harry and what he’s up to. The last you saw, he released the music video for Falling. You still haven’t watched it. You can’t bring yourself to. You know if you do, it will make you cry.

“You’re spacing again,” your sister, Piper, comments, nudging your foot gently under the table.

You blink out of your thoughts and focus on your older sister. She smiles sympathetically at you before taking a bite out of the sandwich she ordered. Your sister had come down for the weekend to ask you to be her Maid of Honor. You happily and eagerly accepted. She’s your closest confidant and you tell her everything. Piper knows everything that’s happened between you and Harry since December.

“Sorry, Pip,” you apologize, sighing quietly. “What were you saying?”

“I was telling you about Owen’s new job, but you seem preoccupied.”

You frown guiltily. You don’t have the heart to tell your sister that you don’t really care about her fiancé’s new job. Your thoughts always seem to linger on Harry. You hate it. You hate how he still has such a strong hold on you.

“You really miss him, don’t you?”

You sigh, nodding at her. You steal a fry off her plate and chew silently. You feel utterly pathetic. If it was any other man, you would be laughing it off with Harry. It wouldn’t bother you. Harry would tell you that you deserved better and he would buy you your favorite ice cream to help ease your annoyance. It worked every time.

Who would do that for you now that Harry’s the one you’re moping about?

“I called and told the truth. I apologized too. There’s nothing else I can do. It’s not like I can afford to fly wherever he is to force him to talk to me,” you sigh in defeat as you stare out the café window. Angry tears linger at the corners of your eyes. You watch cars race by the busy college streets.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” your sister reaches for your hand and squeezes gently. You smile weakly before sinking into your chair and pushing away your food. Thinking of Harry and all the mistakes you’ve made over the course of two months makes you lose your appetite. “At least you have me to take care of you when we get drunk out of our minds tonight.”

You laugh softly, nodding in agreement. “I sure do. I’m definitely glad I bought two tickets to ABBA karaoke night instead of one.”

“Me too!”

….

Hours later, you and Piper find yourselves standing outside Teenage Lobotomy, the karaoke bar not too far from campus or your apartment. You show the bouncer the tickets on your phone as well as your license before he let you inside with a bright pink bracelet. You make a beeline for the bar and order two shots, one for you and one for Piper. You cheer before quickly throwing the liquor to the back of your throat. Piper groans and it makes you laugh before you order a Sex on the Beach.

For the first hour, a band kicks off the event. The alcohol runs through your veins and makes your body warm. You're nursing another Sex on the Beach as you and your sister dance together. She’d only taken the one shot you gave her earlier and has been drinking water since then. The sound of Does Your Mother Know blasts through the speakers and your shouting at the top of your lungs. It was one of your favorite songs and you memorized the dance to it when Mamma Mia was released when you were a teenager. The cheers around you only spur you on further. The host of the event drags you up on the stage and asks for your name.

“Y/n!” you tell him, sipping on your drink. You point to your sister and she laughs. “I’m with my sister, Piper. She just got engaged!”

The crowd cheers and Piper waves bashfully. You drag her up on the stage and she holds you firmly to keep you steady. The host says something to you, but you aren’t listening. You’re too drunk to pay attention to what he has to say. You just want to dance. You chug the rest of your drink and stare at your sister.

“Do you remember the choreography to When I Kissed the Teacher?” you ask her.

She nods carefully. “Yes, why?”

You grin, looking back over to the host. You explain in detail how you and your sister used to dance and knew a choreographed dance to the song you learned as a teenager. The crowd laughed before Piper drags you off the stage. You giggle uncontrollably before she disappears to get you a bottle of water.

You start to dance to Voulez-Vous when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You grin, ready and eager to take the water from your caring sister. Spinning around, your eyes meet the last person you expected to see at Teenage Lobotomy. Harry stands in front of you in all his rockstar glory. He’s wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of jeans. It immediately makes your head spin. Your grin falls from your face and the alcohol rushes straight to your head. It makes you stumble into the barricade. This certainly wasn’t what you pictured your reunion with Harry to be like. You’re too drunk to think rationally and you just wanted to have one fun night without a lingering thought of him at the back of your mind.

He instantly reaches for your waist to steady you, but you immediately press a hand to his chest to keep the space between you. You’re breathing hard and you feel like you’re about to faint, throw up, or both. The bass of the music pounds inside your head and Piper reappears from the bar. Her eyes find yours then follow your gaze towards Harry. Her eyes widen and she curses loudly before pushing her way towards you. She hands you the water bottle before you push your way through the crowd to get out of the bar. The cold air nips at your skin and you turn towards the alleyway beside the bar and puke your guts out. Piper curses loudly before pulling your hair out of your face as you throw up. You spit loudly before sipping the water your sister gave you.

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks. You just embarrassed the shit out of yourself as well as your poor sister. You won’t remember any of this in the morning. You wipe your mouth with the bottom of your t-shirt and your eyes find Harry’s again. He’s standing in the middle of the sidewalk watching you with careful eyes.

“How did you know I was here?” you spat, leaning on your sister for support as her arm made it around your waist.

“We share our locations with each other, remember?” he tells you, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

Shit. You completely forgot about that. You haven’t checked where he’s been in so long that it didn’t cross your mind to take the permissions away from him. You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. The last thing you want is to have a conversation with him right now. You’re too drunk and you’re starting to get angry. Drunk you wants nothing to do with Harry right now, especially since he’s been ghosting your calls. You deserve better.

“Thanks for reminding me to get rid of that permission when I’m sober.”

Piper starts guiding you to the parking lot and Harry follows closely behind you. She pulls out her phone to call an Uber when Harry gently grasps your sister’s arm. “I can take you back. I drove down from New York with my car,” he tells her as she struggles to keep you from falling out of her grasp.

“Are you sure, Harry? I don’t want to impose,” Piper questions as you silently drink your water. You can’t even look at him in the eyes.

“It’s the least I can do. I can carry her to the car if you can just take my keys and unlock the door f’me.”

She nods and gently hands you off to Harry while he hands her his keys. The car beeps in the parking lot and you struggle in his arms. You don’t want him to touch you. You don’t want to succumb to the feelings you’ve repressed in order to move on from him. You’re too proud and you’re still hurting. You hate it. It makes you feel weak.

“I’m just trying to help you, darling,” he sighed as he carried you to his car. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped. “Don’t try and make me fall at your feet again, not after what you did. I’m tired of playing your games. I’ve done all I can to apologize.”

Harry sighs but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he opens the back door to his car and gently sets you down. He buckles you in before climbing into the driver’s side. Piper slides in beside you before handing the keys back over to Harry. She strokes your hair gently as you stare blankly out the window as Harry pulls out of the parking lot and drives down the street to your apartment. Tears threaten to fall down your face. You don’t want Harry to see you cry. Not when you’re drunk out of your mind.

The five minute drive back to your place is entirely silent on your end. Piper and Harry talk quietly to fill the awkward tension between the two of you. Harry congratulates your sister on her engagement and Piper does the same for his album when he pulls up to the apartment complex. He parks in a guest parking spot before climbing out the car and opening the door to help you out. You don’t say anything besides a quiet thank you when he helps you into your apartment after Piper takes your keys and unlocks the door. She turns the main light on and you groan as Harry pulls you inside. He shuts the door carefully before locking it and kicking his shoes off.

He guides you to the kitchen counter before gently lifting you off the ground and setting you on one of the bar stools. Piper moves quickly in your kitchen, grabbing a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets and filling it up with water. She opens up your medicine cabinet and grabs the bottle of tylenol. She shakes out two pills and puts them in your hand for you to take. You huff childishly before popping them in your mouth and swallowing them with a swig of water. She sighs and turns to Harry.

“Thanks for all the help, Harry,” Piper smiles gently at him. “You can take the couch for the night. I’ll sleep with Y/n. The two of you can talk in the morning when she has a clearer head.”

He nods, thanking her quietly before Piper disappears with you on her arm. The door clicks shut and Harry sighs, collapsing on the comfortable couch beneath him. He tosses and turns all night thinking of you.

The next morning you wake up to an incredible hangover. You don’t remember much from last night. You remember drinking plenty and making it on the stage at one point, but after that it’s all a blur to you. You don’t remember getting home.

You groan loudly, rolling over in bed. You fumble for your phone to see what time it is. It’s almost 11:30. You groan again and wipe at your face. You sister is nowhere to be found in your bedroom and you’re still in the clothes from last night. You change into a pair of old sweats and a raggedy t-shirt. You pull your hair up into a sloppy ponytail before making your way down the hall into the kitchen, expecting your sister to be drinking coffee at the counter.

Instead you find Harry sipping at his coffee and your sister nowhere in sight. Your heart starts to race a mile a minute. Your head starts pounding inside your skull.

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?” you ask him, standing in the middle of the hallway. You don’t bother moving any closer to him.

Harry’s eyes meet yours and he frowns. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

You shake your head. You don’t remember much. It doesn’t take a genius to realize Harry was at the bar with you last night. You squeeze your temple. You don’t have the patience to deal with him right now. It hurts just looking at him. The last thing you want is for him to see you cry.

“What are you doing here?” you ask again, letting out a careful breath. Your voice is even as you speak to him.

Harry sighs, carefully threading his fingers through his hair anxiously. He looks at anything and everything but you. It’s like he’s ashamed. You haven’t seen that look in so long that it almost shocks you.

“I came because I listened to what you said. I heard your apology. I could feel how broken you were and it killed me.”

You shake your head in disbelief. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks. Harry’s lying straight through his teeth. “You’re lying,” you sniffed, wiping at your wet cheeks. “I left that last voicemail almost three weeks ago. If you really cared, you could’ve called me back. I would’ve answered. I would’ve been okay with a text too. You left me hanging again. Is this some sort of game to you? You leave voicemails saying all these wonderful things and then you treat me like I don’t exist the next day and it goes on for weeks. I can’t do this anymore. It’s killing me, Harry. It’s exhausting.”

Tears fall freely down your face and your vision blurs. You just want everything to go back to the way it was. You miss having him in your life. You should’ve never gotten too emotionally involved with him when you were still friends. You’re absolutely miserable without your best friend in your life.

Harry takes a careful breath in before taking a hesitant step towards you. Your eyes meet and you don’t move. His shoulders noticeably deflate and he walks towards you until you’re a foot apart. He reaches for you and you allow it. Harry gently caresses your face, brushing away your tears. You turn your head to avoid his eyes.

“Can you look at me, honey?” he asks you in a whisper. His fingers move against your skin softly.

You turn your head and your teary eyes meet his. Harry gently brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear and you shutter softly.

“I know what I did was wrong. I’m so incredibly sorry. It was childish and immature. I shouldn’t have iced you out when you apologized and told me the truth when you were ready to. I’m sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

You wipe your face with the back of your hand before leaping into his arms. You cling to him as if your life depends on it and Harry does the same. He laughs softly in relief as his arms squeeze at your sides as he holds you.

Your lingering tears dampen the crock of his neck as you hug. You feel Harry’s lips press a soft kiss to the side of your head. You let out a gentle cry.

“Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.”

You pull yourself out from his neck and gently card your fingers through his hair. “Of course I’ll forgive you, Harry. I’m sorry too. I hope you can forgive me. I was so stupid. I shouldn’t have said what I did just because I was scared of change, even if it meant that I would be happy and that it was good. I was so mean. I’m sorry, Harry, so, so sorry.”

He smiles at you and it’s the first one you’ve seen from him since you last saw him in December. It makes your heart race. “I know. I forgave you a long time ago and I forgive you now. I’ve missed you so much.”

You nod, hugging him tightly again. You take a deep breath in, breathing him in. It makes you shiver and Harry laughs quietly against the shell of your ear. He sets you back on the ground and you pull away with just enough space to look him in the eyes. He grins, sticking his tongue out at you before wiping the remaining tears off your face.

“I’ve been miserable without you,” you tell him softly as his fingers run over your cheeks and nose, committing the touch to his memory. It makes your heart leap inside of your chest.

“Now that makes two of us,” he laughs. You frown at his response and he pinches your cheeks. “None o’ that. Stop frowning. We’ve made up now, haven’t we? There’s no need for you to frown like that anymore.”

You nod in silent agreement before he takes your hand and kisses it softly. Your heart races and you squeeze his hand. You reach for his chin and gently press your mouth to his in a soft, romantic kiss. Harry hums in surprise and you quickly pull away.

Heat spreads across your entire body as his eyes open to meet yours. You nervously bite the inside of your cheek and fiddle with your fingers.

“For a second I thought I was going to be the one to make the first move,” he laughs, licking his lips, feeling the taste of you on his mouth linger.

You giggle bashfully and his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in. Your hands rest on his chest.

“I’m going to kiss you again.”

You nod eagerly and your mouths meet again in a passionate kiss. It ignites something within you, something you’ve never felt before. Harry grins against your mouth and your fingers grasp at his wrinkled t-shirt. His hands roam over your body and pull you closer. A satisfied hum leaves your lips and into his mouth. Harry laughs before slowly pulling his mouth from yours.

His face is flushed a warm pink. You laugh, caressing his face gently. He leans into your touch and presses a kiss to your cheek. Your smile only widens in response and you press a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you, Harry,” you whisper against his warm skin. Your hands roam his body and you press another kiss to his lips.

He holds you tightly and kisses you over and over again until you're giggling against his mouth. He kisses your cheek, “I…” he kisses your forehead, “love…” he kisses your other cheek, “you.” Harry’s mouth meets yours in a gentle kiss and you hold his face in your hand.

Butterflies burst inside of your stomach. His confession, the reciprocation of love, makes you weak in the knees and you cling to him. A lone tear slides down your face and when Harry pulls away and opens his eyes, he frowns again.

“Why’re you crying, baby?”

You laugh and squish his face together before kissing his puckered lips. “They’re happy tears, doofus. I’m happy,” you tell him with a growing grin. “I’m happy you're here. I’m happy you’re giving me, giving us, another chance. Thank you for not giving up on me, even when you could have. I love you Harry.”

Harry’s eyes glisten with unshed tears and he gives you one last passionate kiss before pulling you in for a tight hug. You cling to him and you feel him kiss the top of your head. “ I love you, Y/n,” he whispers softly.

Your knees buckle underneath you, but you’re not afraid to fall. This time you know Harry will always be there to catch you.

He is.

Always.

#let me know what you think & don’t be afraid to leave comments!#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry imagine #harry imagines #harry styles fanfic

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funky-birb · 4 years ago

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So I was tagged by @fleurdemalheur you will now learn that song asks are my nightmare lmao <3 But ily thank you for this, it actually put me in a really good mood! I’m going to have to check Phoebe Bridgers then ;)

TBH if you don’t know what to do check these out, lots of different things, you might like some <3

Your favourite album: Ok, brace yourselves, I can’t for the life of me pick things, here’s a list :

Louise Attaque (Louise Attaque)

Selah sue (Selah Sue)

Asa (Asha)

Joyful (Ayo)

Je dis aime (M)

Divinydille (Vanessa Paradis)

Psychostar world (Kamini)

Welcome to jamrock (Damian Marley)

Can you tell I’ve been listening to the same things for like... an eternity yet?

Your favourite song at the moment: So i’ve been listening to those a lot :

Zenit (Onuka)

Ilomilo (Billie Eilish)

Revenge (Joyner Lucas)

Venom (Little simz)

Final Form (Sampa the great)

QUEEN (Janelle Monae)

Can you feel my heart (Bring me the horizon) -> I’m emo sometimes.

囂張 (盧凱彤)

Pretty face (Soley)

我的新衣/My New Swag (Vava)

If I die tonight (KOHH)

貧乏なんて気にしない (KOHH)

Gonna need a grave (Urban Country)

Run for a long time (Blue Saraceno)

Hunnu Guren (Batzorig Vaanchig) -> I like throat singing.

Fee Ra Huri (Omnia)

Needed me (Rihanna)

Gett off (Prince) -> Y’all thought I wouldn’t put my main star on there? Y’all thought wrong.

Special (Ashnikko) -> First bc i thought it was stupid but now i’m a clown.

Trop Beau (Lomepal)

Եթե Կարող Ես (Սրբուկ) -> Am I droping armenian pop everywhere? Maybe.

Na na na (Սրբուկ)

Թամզարա (Սրբուկ) -> Can you guys tell i’ve been listening to Srbuk?

Bâtard Sensible (TTC) -> Idk what to tell you guys.

Grita (Jarabe de Pablo)

Snow (Hey oh) (RHCP)

Love is a bitch (Two feet)

Would that I (Hozier)

I’m just dropping a weirdass playlist alright? I just checked my history.

An album that’s important to you: Ok maybe I lied, I can pick one :

Diamonds on the inside (Ben Harper)

Songs that are important to you: Well here goes nothing :

Amen Omen (Ben Harper)

Soft Universe (Aurora)

Down on my knees (Ayo) -> Reminds me of my mom

Jailer (Asa)

1-800-273-8255 (Logic)

素晴らしき日常 ( 高橋優 ) -> かずちゃんありがとう <3

Phoenix (K.A.A.N)

Body (Mother mother)

Arrache moi (Louise Attaque)

Bleed it out (Linkin park)

Pain (Hollywood Undead)

Do it or die (Die mannequin)

Probably a lot of other songs but my mind is blank i had to go check my phone.I can’t remember shit lmao

What makes you like a song: The stronger the emotions i feel are when listening to it, the more i’ll like it I guess? I like those that make me want to just dance and go crazy alone at 3am, funky ones, i like those that are calm, just intrumental and those that are dramatic and make me feel sad too. I don’t really know.

Your favourite instrument to hear in a song: Violins I think? Or old/traditionnal ones, like kamancha, duduk, zithers, morin khuur, bagpipes too i guess? I just really like hearing things... I like accordion too, and piano...LOOK, I DON’T KNOW

A song from my childhood: You know what? I’m just going to list artists, because my parents just left music on like all the time, I always have to ask because I don’t even remember most of the artists :

Cesaria Evora

Tracy Chapman

Prince

Ben Harper

Lhasa de Sela

Buju Banton

Capleton

Bob and Damian Marley

Lauryn Hill

Amy Winehouse

Nujabes

Tété

A song to dance to: So we’ve established that i can’t pick songs. I don’t even know most of the artists and you know what, screw it. Here’s a list :

When it’s like 3am and I decide to get drunk and dance :

Get down on saturday night (Oliver Cheatham)

And the beat goes on (The whispers)

Let’s groove (Earth, wind & fire)

Act Like you know (Fat Larry’s band)

Video killed the radio star (The buggles)

Boogie wonderland (Earth, wind & fire)

Toxic (Britney Spears)

Voulez vous (ABBA)

Edge of seventeen (Stevie Nicks)

Move your feet (Junior Senior)

I want to break free (QUEEN)

Sexy Dancer (Prince)

Zyn zyn (Zhonti)

When I just ??? (Horny power trip probably drunk too songs??) :

Gasolina (You know :))))))

Who dem (Capleton)

That bih (Qveen Herby)

Lick it (She & go_des)

Box (Siya)

Ba na na (A tribe called red)

Raingurl (Yaeji)

Murder she wrote (Chaka Demus & pliers)

Sentient (Perturbator)

Deep throat (Cupcakke)

And lots of mix i can’t name ?

A song you love lyrically: Guess what? You’re getting a list boo :

Chevalier (Kamini)

Emma Stanton (Tété)

Ton Absence (Tété)

Onde Sensuelle (M)

Nuit Blanche (Renan Luce)

Le déni (Kamini)

Ovni (Kamini)

Schizophrène (Kamini) -> Donc j’aime bien kamini, ça va?

Warrior (Aurora)

I’ll tag : @maman-ours @prayfordream @vvrathb @scavengerridley @queen-of-edolas @rookieofthedecade @milliondollarboobtoucher

#circe #tag game #I'll probably go back to that one too

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ubcanneke · 3 years ago

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Forget Me Not - Jake Edition

Regaining consciousness, Jake slowly blinks open his eyes and peers around the room. He observes that he’s in a room with pale walls, a window to his left, the single bed that he’s currently lying in, and what feels like a million wires connecting him to machines. Oh yes, a hospital. On his right, Jake realizes his best friend since high-school is sitting on a worn chair, staring at him.

“Jake…?” She says.

Sheepishly, Jake smiles, “Hi Eden,”

Eden grins and tightens the grip on his right hand. Jake looks down at their intertwined hands and notices a ring on her fourth finger. His smile vanishes.

“You’re- you’re… married?” Jake asks, looking up to face Eden.

Eden smile doesn’t fade as she scoff’s, “Yeah obviously-”

“Who,” Jake pulls her hand closer to his face as if the ring will answer him, “Who married you?”

Eden stares at Jake like he’s grown another head. Jake feels the need to ask again when he notices the door in the far corner opening.

“Jake?”

It’s Alyssa, his other best friend, holding a pack of chips in her offhand. The three of them have been a trio for what feels like forever.

Jake turns back to Eden’s hand he’s still carefully holding. He stares down at the plain gold band that he wanted to give her, decorating her porcelain skin. Faintly he can hear Alyssa asking what’s going on in the background.

He looks up to Eden smiling back at him, “Jake listen-”

“No!” Jake interrupts, shaking his head. He places Eden’s hand back on his lap, gesture’s wildly, and demands, “I was gonna propose. I was meant to put this ring on you!”

Alyssa intercepts, “Jake, Eden’s husband is-”

“I don’t wanna know!” Jake pushes Eden’s hand off his lap and crosses his arms stubbornly, “I don’t wanna know the douche who stole you from me,” He pouts at Eden, “Can you divorce him?”

Eden shakes her head fondly, “Jake please just listen to me,” She reaches forward and carefully takes his left hand, forcing him to untangle his arms. Eden holds his one hand in both of hers and looks down at it softly, though he can’t think to take his eyes off her face.

She looks back up at him and Jake feels the butterflies erupting in his stomach, “Can I tell you who it is and then you can decide whether you want me to divorce him?”

Jake holds her gaze and takes a deep breath, “Fine.”

He hears Alyssa giggle in the background.

Eden tugs his hand closer to his own face and Jake impulsively looks down. His eyes widen as he sees the gold band sitting on his ring finger. He looks back up, mouth open in shock.

“It’s me?”

Eden laughs and intertwines one of her hands with his, “Yes, you idiot.”

Jake’s face breaks into a grin as he alternates looking between the ring sitting snugly on his finger and his wife’s face. He pauses, “Wait, please don’t divorce me!”

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Jake’s POV is inspired by the scene in Mamma Mia (2008) throughout the song Voulez-Vous by ABBA, when Sophie is overwhelmed with figuring out who her Dad is, yet song and dance surround her in the chaos making the scene so fun. I tried to do that with Jake but with comedy instead of music :)

The original scene is inspired by this comic:

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itsthebubonicplague · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @obliviousbucky bc I asked her to lmao

1.a song you like with a color in the title?

Lágrimas negras - Ana Guerra Cover

Rojo relativo - Tiziano Ferro

2. a song you like with a number in the title?

1994 - Jamala

3. a song that reminds you of summer?

Piña colada - Arando Marquez ft. Oana Radu

4. a song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget?

Fantastic Baby - BigBang (oh how I despise this song)

5. a song that needs to be played out loud?

Lo malo - Ana Guerra and Aitana

6. a song that makes you want to dance?

Sin pijama - Becky G ft. Natti Natasha

Mentirosa compulsiva - Lérica & Abraham Mateo

7. a song to drive to?

Voulez-vous danser - Manel Navarro

8. a random song you first think of?

When I kissed the teacher - Mamma Mia! Here we go again

9. a song that makes you happy?

Mama - Jonas Blue ft. William Singe

10. a song that makes you sad?

Procuro olvidarte - Aitana Cover

11. a song you never get tired of?

Propuesta indecente - Romeo Santos

12. a song from your past?

Cuando tú vas - Chenoa

La raja de tu falda - Estopa

Bulería - David Bisbal

and that’s enough

13. a song that’s sexy?

Safari - J Balvin ft. Pharrell Williams, BIA, Sky

14. a song you’d love to be played at your wedding?

Obsesión - Aventura (if this song doesn’t play at my wedding I am getting a divorce)

15. a song you’re currently obsessed with?

Fuego - Eleni foureira

Lie to me - Mikolas Josef

Under the ladder - Mélovin

16. a song you used to love but now hate?

Bailando por ahí - Juan Magan (I seriously can’t stand this person anymore and every time I hear his voice I want to cry)

17. a song you’d sing a duet with at karaoke?

Obviously Gotta go my own way - HSM

18. a song from the year you were born?

María - Ricky Martin

19. a song that makes you think about life?

La vida es un carnaval - Celia Cruz

20. a song that has many meanings to you?

Money money money - Mamma mia!

21. a song you think everyone should listen to?

Cover girl part II - Eric Saade

Hands On Me - BURNS ft. Maluma, Rae Sremmurd

22. a song by a group you still wish was together?

Although ABBA just came back together I’ll say Lay all your love on me - Mamma Mia! version

23. a song that makes you want to fall in love?

Perfect - Ed Sheeran

24. a song that breaks your heart?

As de corazones - Raúl (it breaks my heart BECAUSE THIS WASNT A HIT)

25. a song with amazing vocals?

Nije ljubav stvar - Zeljko Joksimovic (I’m in love with this man’s voice)

El amor verdadero - Il Volo

26. a song with amazing rap?

Don’t like rap so we’re gonna put our dear Bad Bunny here

Soy peor - Bad Bunny (the lyrics speak to my soul)

27. a song that makes you smile?

No more tears (Enough is enough) - Barbra Streisand & Donna Summer

From now own - The Greatest Shoman

28. a song that makes you feel good about yourself?

Havana - Camila Cabello for some reason

29. a song that you would dedicate to you and your best friend/mutuals/someone close to you?

bc we are good people I’m a good person - crazy ex-girlfriend

also Milim - Harel Skaat

and of course Culpa al corazón - Prince Royce

30. a song that reminds you of yourself?

Mayores - Becky G ft. Bad Bunny JAJAJAJA

#tagged #obliviousbucky #this took me 30 hours lmao #songs

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nightrainlily · 6 years ago

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DAY EIGHT: THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC, REVISITED

today was our last day in London, and we really made the absolute most of it. the phrase repeated the most today was “this is crazy.” we’re overwhelmed by the art and history we’re witnessing in the museums, as well as on the streets.

at breakfast, Joelle got a chocolate croissant, which I’m obliged to talk about because she hasn’t started her own blog yet. she said it was less good than yesterday’s croissant, but had a 10/10 flake.

we knew that we would spend the majority of our day in the Victoria and Albert Museum, and I’m so glad that we planned for such a large block of time. again, we covered very little of what it had to offer, but what we did see was incredible. we started in the special exhibit The Future is Here, which is housed in the brand new exhibition space extension of the museum. it covered inventions and advancements that have the potential to shape the near future. the exhibit was interactive and engaging and honestly, distressing. the speed at which technology changes and the direction the show implies the future is headed is scary, which I think might be the point. as humans, we must respect and fear our power to shape the world, for good or for evil. we each had a few favorite items:

1. Protei, the boat that cleans oil spills. the kickstarter project describes the fleet as wind powered “ocean cleaning and research open hardware [drones].” read more about them here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/cesarminoru/protei-open-hardware-oil-spill-cleaning-sailing-ro

2. a synthetic leaf made of silk proteins that can be used to ameliorate climate change due to deforestation. an article on the science: https://www.engineering.com/Education/EducationArticles/ArticleID/8375/The-Silk-Leaf-man-made-material-converts-light-and-water-into-oxygen.aspx

3. the floating city project. the Seasteading Institute wants to create micro-nations on international oceans out of interlocking platforms: https://www.seasteading.org/floating-city-project/

4. the library to rebuild civilization. these books were curated by a council that includes Brian Eno, and they cover every genre in the hopes of providing a comprehensive guide for people of the future: http://blog.longnow.org/category/manual-for-civilization/

5. the house to prolong life: the Bioscleave House moves around and doesn’t have flat floors so it forces its user to adapt to new environments, subsequently making them healthier. or something like that: https://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/03/garden/03destiny.html

we also saw the fashion exhibit, which was possibly my favorite thing we’ve done in London so far. seeing the evolution of expression, in high fashion and streetwear, is truly seeing the evolution of society, and how people relate to each other. the most interesting aspect, to me, was the visible evidence of cultural collisions; Asian fashion changed in response to contact with Western styles, and vice versa. the ripple effect of these interactions is a direct reflection of the parallel political and social changes. fashion tells the story of the world and the people who inhabit it as well as a history book.

I was also fascinated by the section of the Asian exhibit focused on Japanese textile dyeing techniques. there has recently been a resurgence of interest in Japanese folk arts, and the recovery of these ancient processes came along with it. I watched part a short video that followed the creation of a single garment, from threads to a finished product. the dyes are made from roots and other natural pigments, crushed by hand. they were captivating and vibrant.

we spent some time in the courtyard, where we stood in awe of the intricate friezes lining the high walls. the scenes depicted there included images of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, the namesakes of the museum. every inch was busy with carvings. the fountain, where children were playing, reminded us of Phoenix splash pads, except deeply historic and lavishly decorated.

the last thing I want to mention about this museum was the docent who helped us to find the ticketing counter. she told us the story of how the new exhibition space was made, as well as the history of the stones on the face of the building that was bombed. her passion for the museum and her excitement at showing us around was infectious. she made our experience so much more interesting and meaningful; thank you to volunteers everywhere who want to share their love of the museum with the public.

we returned to Le Compotoir, as I said we would. I love Mediterranean food with an undying passion, and this meal was the first we’ve had since leaving home. I could and do eat hummus with a spoon. the flavors at this restaurant were exquisite—rose mint lemonade, bitter orange and raisin ice cream, halva and tahini yogurt. needless to say, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves there.

after shopping around a little (Joelle is on the hunt for a ruffle skirt, a style we’ve seen on the streets here), we headed to the West End for the highlight of this leg of the trip: Mamma Mia. if you read my Sweden blog, the title of this post may seem familiar because it’s the title I used for the day I visited the ABBA museum in Stockholm. I am, as I’ve already said at least a hundred times on the internet and in life in general, an ABBA-stan. the costumes! the English lyrics that sometimes don’t make sense because the writers are Swedish! the Eurovision origin story! the drama! the seventies beats! I can’t get over how many good songs are in their discography, and how consistent and prolonged that goodness was. often when I’m looking to fill a vacancy on a playlist, I turn to ABBA.

and then, in 1997 Judy Craymer and Catherine Johnson released Mamma Mia the musical. it opened in 1999 in the West End at the Prince Edward Theatre, but subsequently transferred the to Novello Theatre, which is where we saw it, nineteen years later.

a lot of things about this production were spot on. I’ll start with the set design, comprised of two simple curved walls made to look like the quintessential white Grecian architecture. I believe there were four or five formations of these two walls, and each permutation represented a different setting; for example, two concave sides out was the inside of Sophie’s room, one concave and one convex was the courtyard. the movement of these two simple pieces was so effective that the audience always knew what they were seeing and where they were meant to be. the costuming was also beautiful; the palate of each scene was coordinated and cohesive. every wedding guest was dressed in red, pink, yellow, orange, or some combination of these, so that the crowd was a wash of sunset hues. the beach scenes were all orange and teal, which invoked the blue water and hot sun. and the choreography! this show is something of an operetta; there are about seven minutes total of speaking, and the rest is all songs (how else do you think they fit twenty three ABBA numbers into the story?), most of which are group numbers. all of which means: there’s a lot of dancing. and the dancing was GOOD. reading the bios of the ensemble members revealed that most of them were recent graduates of music, drama, or dance schools across the UK, and most had extensive experience in West End productions, as well as international tours. everyone pulled their weight, and displayed great feats of athleticism on the stage.

I didn’t stop smiling all through the first act, let my face have a break during intermission, and then got right back at it in the second. Mamma Mia is a feel-good musical, and boy oh boy did I feel good.

we didn’t finish up and arrive at home until after midnight, and we have to leave at seven in the morning to catch our train to Paris. I’m glad we came to London.