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abbyawsome2006 · 1 year ago

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So I watched Wish last week

I wasn't prepared for it to be as poorly set up as everyone built it out to be- but it was genuinely so weirdly thrown together

So I wanted to rewrite some of the story (I've found out the fandom has done this countless times and I'm way late to the party)

Originally I wanted to try to keep the main storyline and just solve a few plot holes:

Switch Magnifico's villain song with Stay in Line

We get a backstory on Magnifico and he was blessed by a star to be a helper with wishes

(aka what Asha got at the end of the movie)

So that's why he knew the light was caused by someone wishing on a star and why he feels threatened

He went against what he was sent to do by abusing peoples wishes

He does still protect each of them but when someone dies without their wish being granted, the power is given to Magnifico

Because I thought it was odd how quickly he broke the first wish to when he was "addicted" to it

He's already addicted to absorbing them after people pass away

That's why he avoids granting so many wishes each year and why he puts so many limits on which ones he considers

It's only until Asha's mom that he realizes he can crush them and absorb the power quicker

Asha retrieves her grandfather's wish but can't give it back to him

Needs magic to do so?

I found it odd how quickly the queen went against her love

And Asha's amount of friends

All are practically irrelevant except for her best friend and the traitor

His wife watches him consume a wish and use the book to look for possible ways to track the star

And Asha doesn't approach her friends to help her

The queen does

She has already acted like she knew and cared for Asha specifically with the scene before the interview

So she tries to find Asha before Magnifico does

The traitor friend approaches the king oblivious and asking for help to find her

Having a hunch about her because her doubts and her disappearance from the kingdom he makes a deal with him

The same scenario in the original

The end can go down in a similar way

Maybe star is the sole reason that the tower opens and the wishes are on display

I think the end song is complete cringe

So less everyone is part star and more we need to trust ourselves to make our own wishes come true

Why do we entrust someone else to hold and grant them

New song entirely

With everyone gaining the hope and determination to make their own dreams come true, the wishes revive themselves and return to people

Her grandfather's is the last one and she escapes from Magnifico's grasp with it cradled in her arms

Maybe fall off the tower or something?

Mulan esque scene where she hands it back to him

But it refuses to work

And it fades and crumbles

But he's filled with joy and accomplishment

"I remember. Asha, I inspired you. You not only made a change, but you granted my wish."

The stars curse Magnifico for not following the rules they set

Facilier and the shadows vibe reference

Star offers to grant the powers of the wishing star to her because she already proved to only want to help people

But she refused and said people should be able to work towards their own goals and wish upon the stars themselves

If they want a fairy godmother esque scene

A woman's voice talks through the crowd

And says she has officially granted two wishes

Her grandfather's

And her dad's

Who wished for her to trust the stars as much as he did

Anyways, I only based this off the rewrite by that tiktoker

Go give her credit, I love her version

But I will be writing a tie together based off other people's version which include the king and queen being villains together and starboy

#disney wish #wish 2023 #movies #rewrite

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abbyawsome2006 · 1 year ago

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Child of Tyche

My Background

Lend you my hips and lend you my thighs

Opening music

Casino turned eerie music

(Slot machine music plays when power is used in focus)

They begin questioning life so it is a more negative connotation

Sometimes I wish I could lend you my eyes

Sometimes I wish I could take a new shape

Switch out some parts and become a big A

Sometimes I wish I could lend you my ears

Eyes - see the differences between themself and everyone else as they do

Hips/Thighs - generic good luck

Questioning why they are just so stubbornly lucky

They want to give it to others who complain to them about so many misfortunes in life

Lend you my thoughts and lend you my tears

Sometimes I wish I could take a new form

Take away their consistent good fortune

Switch out some parts and become like the norm

Thoughts/tears - fear of why they are different

It points them out from others

They just want to be a normal kid

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Who doesn't get bothered by those who don't care

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Unlucky me, who knows way too much

Who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair

Other people are lucky for not noticing how different they are

People don't connect any dots, just assuming them as a cheater or coincidence

Who fights to make changes and music and such

Unlucky me, aware of the pain

All 'cause I happen to have some brain

Music - has an attachment and it's the only thing that makes them forget about why they're weird

Brain - be able to notice these things

They notice it happen too many times

Questions why they are so different from everybody else

Sometimes I wish I could lend you my voice

Lend you my heart and lend you my choice

Sometimes I hope for a savior to come

Who's got what it takes to convince everyone

Voice/heart/choice - ability to see things that aren't truly "there"

First notice of a monster

Hopes for someone else to convince people that they aren't crazy because they've been pestering about being different forever now

Sometimes I wish I could lend you my shoes

Lend you my life and lend you my truth

But sometimes the truth is just my point of view

Not what is real and not what is true

Life - hoping for someone else to agree with them

They initially believe they are genuinely crazy

Have made up the fact that they have more luck than others

And are now hallucinating

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Who doesn't get bothered by those who don't care

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Unlucky me, who knows way too much

Who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair

She - mortals in general

They begin to realize and trust themselves that they are not imagining it

One monster gets too close to brush off

Who fights to make changes and music and such

Unlucky me, aware of the pain

All 'cause I happen to have some brain

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Music - a simple and gentle way to ease to people the truth behind the mist

All cause I happen to have some.. "gift" - being able to see past the mist

They know how much danger everyone is in simply by all these creatures existing

And if they are the only ones able to see it here

They will try to get rid of the monsters

Unlucky me, who knows way too much

Lucky is she, who lives unaware

Comparing life to mortals while they have to battle and fight for their lives every day

Unlucky me, aware of the pain

Who fights to make changes and music and such

They meet an Apollo kid they nickname "music" because they met in a choir class

And such - Other demigods they meet along the way

All 'cause I happen to have some brain

Brain -> gift - being a demigod

#Spotify #percy jackson #tyche #tyche cabin #headcanons #self insert

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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https://youtu.be/FcJJb44U-kA

This is what you call a honeymoon?

Pacing around our separate rooms

Running from our elaborate ruse

We're doomed (Daphne)

This is what you call a healthy relationship?

Going back and forth and missing them like crazy

I know it's my fault

I know I'm difficult to love

Please, forgive me, your grace (your grace)

Can't even look me in my face

And now I must lie in the mess you made? (The mess we made)

Don't blame me, my love

I care for you more than anything else

But you don't even wish to return those feelings

You did once before

I want your feelings back.

They belonged to me once

It was your mistake

You kissed me in the maze (I was prepared to take my life that day)

I stole your fate (I stole your fate)

I stole your fate

I realized my feelings too late

I confessed to you too late

I showed my love for you too late

I know

But that doesn't get rid of my feelings

I am in love with you

Deeply

Utterly inevitable

No, I stole your fate (I don't understand)

And now you're forced to love a man you hate (Simon)

I know you don't feel the same

But I burn for you

"No, I'm the one hurting you"

I don't care

I still love you with everything in me

Now you're forced to deal with a lover without reciprocating feelings

I took two years of your life

Of your love

To realize my own

You burn for me? (I burn)

I burn (I burn)

(I burn) I burn for you

I burn

You burn for me?

"You like me back now?"

I'm sorry it took so long, mi carazon

Please don't leave me just yet

I love you so much

Such a back and forth whether if you return my feelings or not

How do you feel?

I feel wonderful

From the mornings you ease

To the evenings you quiet

I'm always thinking of you

I'm always dreaming of you

It always takes something drastic

For true feelings to be revealed

I want to be reminded of yours every moment

And in return,

I'll shower you in my love

Forever

From the mornings 'til late in the night

It is you I cannot sacrifice (sacrifice)

You are in a relationship now

I want you

I can't give you up

Not to her

Not to anyone

Look me in my eyes

I burn for you

I burn (I burn)

Tell me the truth

And stand by it

Please

I love you.

I love you so much.

More than I possibly ever should

I burn for you

I burn (I burn)

I burn

Say my name

Say I'm yours

I'm in love with you

Say that I'm yours

Even if you are not mine

I need to be yours.

Promise we'll never be oceans apart

'Cause I burn for you

I burn for you

I burn (I burn)

You burn for me

I promise to never cause this sort of problem again

I won't let you go

I'm yours, Daphne

I've always been yours

You loved me first

When I believed you were crazy for it

Still love me now

Please

And I'm yours

It took me a while

But I'm yours

My heart belongs to you

To do whatever you please with

I love you

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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https://youtu.be/EPGEzXuTg4s

“Ok. Put on your listening ears for five minutes

Got them on? Good. Now just listen

Long ago, there lived a man

His name was Carlo, and he ran

An ancient theater where his daughter was the star”

There was a friend group,

Where they were one of the original people

“With me?

Karla's the star, yeah

No! His daughter's name is

Esmerelda, and she's famous

People come to hear her sing from near and far

Got it. Good”

They were and are very appreciated

But not shown it very well/much

“Now, there's a rumor going round

That in the tunnels underground

There lives

Wait, I know, can I guess?

Sure, if you can

A mysterious phantom! Me! Right?

Right, well, mostly

But the twist is that this ghostly

Evil presence isn't monster, but man”

A new person entering through dating-

The one that shouldn't have gotten a gf

Honestly-

In this friend group

No one met him before he was the member’s partner

“Now, this man had been blessed

With a gift he possessed

Musical talents completely unmatched”

He was very fun to be around and very intuitive towards everyone

He kind of clicked well with everybody in the group

“But, as you often will find

In epic tales of this kind

This gift came with a curse attached

A face that was hideous

And so jarring

He wore a mask to cover all the scarring”

An unimaginable amount of social anxiety and dicossiation

It made him disapear sometimes

Everyone hated it about him

“Cool!

And lived underground inside a hole

Wait, a hole? Why a hole?”

He stayed away from everyone

Was still for whatever reason

Also very close emotionally/mentally

“All his life, he'd been tormented, teased, and taunted

But now his hunters would become the haunted

The world that always made him feel unwanted would hear the toll

The sounds of a tortured soul”

He has never been able to keep anyone around-

Kicked out of friend groups/breakups/family members leaving

He felt unwanted and unworthy of people

“Ok, so I was born with a lightning scar, got it

No, no. Your typical, everyday scar

Ohh, Scar like Lion King

You know, you are actually the worst”

His lack of emotional connection is hidden and unnoticable until you have to see it

“Listen up, you're gonna need to know this

One day at his piano

Distant sounds of a soprano

Drifted towards him from the theater above

K, so this hole has a piano?

Sweeter than a bird

In all his life he'd never heard

A sound like this, and he was instantly in love”

He met them under the right circumstances

Finally doesn’t feel pressured to be with the ex-relationship member to keep friends

He grows closer to them and falls in love HARD

“The voice, of course, was Carlo's daughter

And the Phantom went and sought her

To become his secret student, and his muse

And if you think she found this oh-so-

Enigmatic virtuoso

Kinda creepy, then I've got some shocking news

Because she fell, and fell hard”

Liked him back for whatever reason!?

“He was battered and scarred

But she could see that inside, there was more”

They listened to him and

Tried to see his side in everything

Actually accepts him??

They liked him with flaws and disappearances and all

“Something alluring, she'd find

In the sadness behind

That terrifying mask he wore”

He grew obsessed with them and

Showered them in love as much as physically possible

Promised to wait as long as he needed to to be with them

He could talk to them for hours without growing anxious

He slowly grows more confident

He gains more feelings for them and

Reciprocated?

Why would they ever like him back???

“Wait a minute, I'm your boyfriend? Are we gonna have to kiss?

That's gross, you're like my sister

Zeke, it's called acting

And though he was hideous

And she was perfection

Through music, they found their connection

A bond beyond their own control”

Everyone told them to leave him but

They didn’t, they comforted him

Constantly around each other and

Growing this unbelievable clinginess to each other that neither was prepared for

Loving each other more than teenagers should possibly be able to and

Not being able to even think about leaving

“You better not get sick, I am NOT kissing Tina!

And though his face tormented her and chilled her

His compositions haunted her and thrilled her

His mesmerizing melodies fulfilled her, made her whole

The sounds of a tortured soul”

They could get annoyed by him too, but

They loved him more than the anger he caused

They compared him to fictional characters they read about (/////)

God damn it, why do you like him so much??

You should leave

“She was beautiful, and he was hideous

Ok so this IS Beauty and the Beast?

Zeke, less talking. More listening

'Cause here's where it gets interesting

Ezzy has another man, some

Guy named Raoul who's tall and handsome

And not all that pleased about her latest beau”

She fought him for their attention

She still believed

He was a bad guy from everything that was said that he had done

“Ah, always a triangle

Angrily, Raoul tracks him

To his lair, where he attacks him

And they battle in the passageway below”

She dates them

She threatens him through them to "warn" them to

Stop loving and obsessing over them but he couldn't possibly

“Awesome!

And when he took his last breath

The Phantom welcomed his death

He'd rather die than live apart”

He tried backing off

Giving the two of them what was wanted

He was completely depressed without them

They missed him

“When it was over and done

Raoul had killed him—he'd won

But he'd lost Esmerelda's heart

'Cause though he was pretty, yes

And a keeper

The Phantom's love was so much deeper”

They still love him

They wish to be with him still but felt like they couldn’t

A seemingly happy, normal relationship was un-alluring compared to

The different and loyal relationship he was begging to offer

“A loss that nothing could console

No more, she'd see that face that once had chilled her

No more, she'd hear that music that fulfilled her

And people say that that's the thing that killed her, on the whole”

How would they react if he succeeded?

If he tried to back away from them again?

To focus more on sports friends?

Or being close to someone else?

He can’t make any moves or beg for anything to happen because their girlfriend hates him

“She ran away and was never seen again. But get this

When they returned to find the Phantom and unmask it

They never found a body for the casket”

Nothing could really explain why he was like this

His childhood life was alright and

His anxiety was unexplainable

I wish things worked out better

“They say he had, depending who you ask it, one last goal

(One last goal)

To this day, inside that theater, or near it

If you listen very closely, you can hear it

The songs of a tortured spirit's final role

The sounds of a tortured soul”

He wrote

And wrote

About all of this situation

His form of therapy

And was tempted to share every bit of it

(He did, is)

“That's the basic plot, anyway

So it's about a person who died at a theater

And then haunts it forever?

Yes

Brooke! That's just like the story Ms. Walker told!

This play is just like the story of our school

That is so... meta. Man”

I kind of hate this ending

I miss my person.

They are hanging out with their gf tonight.

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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A game

My feelings are all a game

I'd be okay with that

If you were the only player

A game

You're at the game with your friends

And girlfriend

A game

While I'm at home

Scrubbing off every trace of you from my skin

A game

Trying to manipulate my feelings and get over you

Trying to not bother anyone with all my thoughts

Trying to appease everyone involved

A game

Not slipping

Not relapsing

Avoiding all the bad thoughts as I sit here

A game

Our feelings were a game to us last year

Each playing each other like we knew how to win

Like there was a win in the game of love

A game

That now you play with her

While I play my own

My feelings are only a game

But I'd be okay with that

If I could have you as the only player

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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Song-fic

Cody Fry - Underground

Was motivated to write this forever ago but finally threw it together (poorly) just so I could stop having it in my to-do

This idea was more than likely already interpreted and used but this story is 100% original and my initial thought process from the song

*****

I woke up underground.

Not a light, not a sound.

*****

Cold. All cold. That was all I could feel as my mind fought to make my body move. It was weird- trying so hard to focus on moving, flinching, but not being able to even open my eyes.

The only thing I was sure of was my heartbeat. It rang in my ears, becoming defeaning as I strained to learn anything of where I was.

An odd sound rang out. Like a faint scream, but it didn't have a voice and barely any volume. It would be like static but it only lasted a second. Yet, it was enough to make my limbs finally respond.

I slowly tried to sit up, pain shooting throughout my body as I tried to pinpoint where it was from. In my stupor, I mindlessly looked around before processing that it was dark- too dark to even see myself.

I tried to stand up and endure the pounding headache that the pain had finally decided to become. No other sounds were made except for my clothes brushing together and the small grunt I made to get up.

*****

Threw my voice into the dark,

But the dark had no remark;

Just repeated what I said.

*****

"Hello?" I decided to call out. I spun, looking for any hint of even a spark of light, but it was still. I felt stuck to one spot when my voice rang back out towards me.

The place was hollow and large enough for an echo.

After waiting for any other reaction which did not come, I decided to search for anything inside the room. Trying to take a step, I hit something and scratch my leg.

A cry of pain escapes me as I easily give up and sit back down, the darkness covering me further.

*****

Claustrophobic at first,

Struck by hunger and thirst.

*****

The darkness. It feels as though it's coming closer. Making the room smaller and smaller until I no longer fit.

My chest starts heaving until I can't get enough air to not feel light-headed. My hands kept clenching my shirt and trying to wring it out, never stopping from constant movement.

Even though it was already pitch black, I felt like there were even darker spots every time I turned. The last thing before it became almost unbearable was the searing pain in my abdomen.

When have I last eaten? How long has it been?

It grumbled and fought the numbness further, begging for at least something. I curled in on myself, crying into the emptiness until my throat grew hoarse- from the sobbing or thirst, I do not know.

*****

I stood up and looked around;

There was nothing to be found,

Just a world I couldn't see.

*****

Now with the outburst of all my pain, I decide to try to look around again. I stand back up, taking a minute to collect my balance once I get up too quickly.

My feet moved on their own, inching forward to avoid hitting something once more. A soft hum started, startling me frozen. I strained to hear just about anything.

The hum continued until it grew into a whisper then,

*****

And I heard,

"Whoo~".

*****

An idea. A piece of hope. It was a short message, but it conveyed all the happiness and joy in the world. The idea of being accompanied by another.

It excited me and I started to move more quickly, still not aware of where I was. But now, with a hope to find them.

*****

I can't see you now

*****

Even without the visual, I knew someone was there- waiting for me. And it surged me forward. I wanted to find them.

The darkness seemed less unbearable with the thought of someone else dealing with it along with me. We could sit, in the dark together.

I began sprinting without my knowing with the joy that felt like it was doubling by the second. Too overwhelmed, I randomly switched between types of walking- jumping, skipping, spinning around, dancing.

*****

I'll find my way,

Underground.

*****

I tripped over my feet while landing some made up trick. I fell onto a hard surface, knocking me back down into a sprawled out position.

I started heaving from shock and exhaustion. Frustration bubbled inside of me and I tried to shoot back up, but couldn't succeed. My tiredness got the better of me and I just layed back down, staring into the darkness.

There was pain like the last time I hit something, but unlike the first time- it didn't deteriorate my determination. Instead, it made it grow further.

With that realization, my confidence against the unknown objects and dark room introduced itself and grew larger than my fear.

*****

Then my fear began to ease,

From far away:

Whispered a breeze.

Telling me to move along,

Move along.

*****

What felt like a short period of time later- probably because I consistently fought myself to just stand back up- was when another hum rang past.

It became a whisper sooner than the first, and it came along with a chilly wind that sent goosebumps up my arm. It excited me once more.

It told me of possible dreams and reachable futures. That I could reach it if I just tried again.

*****

There's nothing wrong.

So I cornered my resolve,

Took a breathe

And took a step.

*****

My want to try again become hard to bare, so I stood for what I compromised would be the last attempt.

I breathed in deeply, catching a faint smell of some sort of food. It helped ease my nerves as I took a step before forcing myself to open my eyes.

Actually, walking with my eyes closed- even if I was blind either way- felt easier. So I just walked, normally, and with my eyes screwed shut.

I have yet to stumble into anything that stopped me more than a few seconds. A smile grew on my face as I finally felt some sort of freedom.

*****

Encountered metal on my left.

What a strange thing to find,

Metal in this place of mine?

Running length wise down the hall.

*****

My hand brushed against something very cold and I retracted it quickly. Holding it against myself, I tried to convince myself to not be curious and examine it.

But- as they say it- curiosity killed the cat. And I, being a very dumb cat, tiptoe closer until I brush against it once more.

I flinch, registering how little heat it really held. My hand inched forwards, running across it and deciding that it was too long to feel either end with my "wing-span".

My hand slowly retracted around the item, reflecting my skin color with seemingly no resource of light. I decided that the "thing" was a bar.

Reflecting all my efforts and pain, but guiding me to wherever I wanted to end.

*****

And I heard,

"Whooo~".

*****

It showed itself again. The noise, starting as a hum now.

A goofy, subconscious smile spread over my face, and I rushed forward. It promised me everything I could ever ask for.

I'm finally here. I'm close. I can feel it.

*****

Then a light broke through the black,

I was standing on a track.

*****

The darkness breaks. It runs away from a spot, growing further and further. The light is blinding and pointed right at me.

I had to look away from the direct light, being blinded and my vision going blurry. When I turned back, avoiding eye contact with the still growing circle of light, everything surrounding me illuminated.

Two edges of track ran past my sides and I was between two of the connecting bars down the middle. Train tracks.

I'm standing on train tracks.

*****

That little light began to grow,

There was no where I could go.

*****

Fear bubbled up inside of me. I frantically looked around before processing that the now outline-able ball of light was rushing closer.

It's a train.

*****

And the ground began to shake.

*****

All of the thoughts that lured me here rushed to me- all of it was a trick. Lies that I convinced myself of to put myself into an unforgivable situation.

I need to get out. I need to escape my fate this train just sealed.

My step was halted, however. Distracted by how the ground disoriented beneath me. The shaking circular light barreled towards me.

*****

No time left to hit the brake.

*****

I froze like a deer in headlights, just staring- watching the decider of my fate just push forward.

Why won't I move? Why won't I put effort in saving myself? Why won't I just leave this situation?

*****

That little light was closing in.

*****

People. Everyone surrounding me, being included in my life all the way up until now, but not a single one flinching. None running to my side.

"I deserve this," a thought in the back of my mind echoed. "If no one is trying to help, then they don't think I should have it," I stared in disbelief, "let it come."

I yelled out, hoping for any reaction, but it was just as still as the moment before. Time slowed, preparing and teasing me for my close end.

Every event until now played- how I came alone and believed I found people who cared deeply for me. But nothing could protect me from the impending doom trying to reach me.

I felt defeated. Even after everything that I put myself through, I still end up here.

Why would I do this? Why would anyone want to save me? Why should I even try? Who would even want to-

*****

And suddenly I'm floating.

Love, I see you now.

*****

An angel. My angel. Gripping my arm and pulling me away from the middle of the tracks.

We barely escape the edge of the train before falling over each other on the walkway. I stare at them, dumbfounded that anyone put that sort of effort into me.

I reach for them, bewildered when I touch skin. They're real. They exist. And they're here, with me.

They saved me. They saved me from my fate. They saved me from people. They saved me from myself.

*****

You found me here,

Underground.

*****

Even in the darkness, even with the issues, even alone- they found me. And they chose me, putting effort into protecting me.

And everything I ever went through was worth it. They were worth every trouble. And I would repeat it a million times over for them.

*****

Because, the actual adventure of this darkened maze of a subway station could be a symbol of life itself. Failing and falling on your own, but promised others if you were to just continue trying.

But even after meeting and befriending others, including those you considered closest to you, you can still be hurt. And you can see and realize it's coming- thoughts. Thoughts turning towards yourself, slowly morphing to those you think you deserve from the lack of help.

You can see it coming- know it's close- even believe that you deserve it, but someone or something will be there. Someone will save you, seemingly at the last second. Save you from your troubles and yourself.

And they will be unbelievably amazing and impossible to thank. So love and appreciate them with all of your being in case you aren't their angel.

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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Happy 2/22/22 on a Tuesday.

💖

Hope everyone with a lucky number 2 has an amazing day~

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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"We accept the love we think we deserve"

Worst feeling in the world

When you believe it but then start to back off because you think you lost that privilege.

Then they start showing signs of being happier without your advances.

And you just don't know where to go without them-

#heartbreak #wlw #in pain #i’m so fucking upset #left alone #i miss her

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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Just yearning for

Something

To somehow go right.

And it hurts when it's all you want.

“Everything in me aches from being so far from you. My mind wanders to you constantly and I feel the ghost of your embrace as I fall asleep. Can you visit me in my dreams? Can you bring me a little closer to what I wish I have when I’m awake?”

— tara love / satisfy me until we meet again

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abbyawsome2006 · 3 years ago

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**warning**

Smut Songfic (Girl in Red- Bad Idea)

This is sort of an author x reader (due to the lyrics, I found it most easy to write it this way.)

A/N- my name

Y/N- your name

E/N- ex boyfriend's name

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It was a bad idea

Calling you up

Was such a bad idea

'Cause now I'm even more lost

"Hey, what are you up to?" I ask you. We don't share classes for our senior year, so we agreed to call each other every night.

A sniffle came through the phone, startling me. "Hey.. hey-" I try to calm you down. "What happened?"

"E/N and I just broke up." You stuttered. I froze. That idiot.

"Do you wanna come over and hang out for tonight?" You agreed, hanging up.

It was a bad idea

To think you were the one

Was such a bad idea

'Cause now everything's wrong

You arrived a couple minutes later. In that time frame, I had half-finished setting up my room for a movie/spa night.

I followed you as you beelined towards my room, trying to hide my hyperventilating. I covered it for almost three years now, don't reveal yourself.

My parents were both out and had told me they wouldn't be back until early tomorrow morning, so I snuck the alcohol "hidden" in my downstairs fridge.

I sat down with you, handing you a half-full wine glass and questioned what had happened.

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You put your hands under my shirt

Undid my bra and said these words

"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"

You pushed me up against my wall

Threw my clothes down on the floor

"Darling, are you ready for more?"

I shifted closer to you, noticing your light swaying. Probably tipsy, you did end up drinking around 4 full glasses already.

I mostly avoided my drink, however, repelled by the smell of the strong acohol. So I only drank around half a glass.

You turned towards me, leaning slightly. "You're the best, a/n."

I smiled in response, "anything for you."

"Do you really mean it?" You asked with puppy-dog eyes and a slight pout. I thought you were joking until you glance down, your expression morphing to looking deep in thought.

"Of course I do." I respond quickly, almost rambling. "Don't you dare let that stupid boy make you doubt someone else's love for you."

You turn away at the mention of him, mumbling almost incoherently. Although it was slightly slurred, I understood and forced you to make eye contact again. "I'm sorry. We just broke up and I-"

"Don't apologize! I shouldn't have mentioned him in the first place." I rush out, moving closer to offer a hug.

You hesitate, unknowingly to me, staring. "Can I kiss you?"

"W-what!?"

It was a bad idea

Calling you up

Was such a bad idea

I'm totally fucked

It was a bad idea

To think I could stop

Was such a bad idea

I can't get enough

I wanted to stop. You're drunk.. you're gonna regret all of this afterwards. But when I tried to protest, you pressed your lips against mine.

Butterflies. Its the intense kind that you don't feel very often. But, somehow, it feels different- more bareable but also stronger?

"I shouldn't have-" Realization dawned on you, and you looked to your side. Guilt filled your voice as you mumbled, "I don't mean to-"

"Use me." I blurted, still in a haze. You turn back towards me, shocked. "..only if you want."

"A-are you sure?" You look me up and down, searching for any sign of hesitation or disapproval, but realization of what I had offered was yet to dawn on me.

It was a bad idea

Needing you so late

Was such a bad idea

'Cause I can't think straight

It was a short time period until when you pressed me against the wall and twiddled with the hem of my shirt. I pulled you closer, dropping my head to your neck and kissing under your ear.

Your hands retreated to my waist and began trailing up my sides, edging closer to my bra. Nervous, I started a line of kisses further down towards your collarbone. A moan slipped from your lips when your hands reached the clip.

I pushed you back slightly, flipping us and pressing you between myself and the bedroom wall. I slid my bra straps down my arm and dropped it a few feet away from where we stood. I quickly returned your favor, taking it off for you completely before retracting and wrapping my hands around your thighs.

I pulled you up and around my waist before repositioning to press you further. My left arm scooped beneath you while my other wrapped around your middle, making no space between our bodies. I slip my leg between yours to help myself hold you still.

It was a bad idea

To bring you back home

Was such a bad idea

I need to be alone

I shouldn't be doing this.

Your hands tangled into my hair, pulling slightly. I pulled your shirt above your head in retaliation.

You just left a relationship.

You gripped onto me tighter, pressing impossibly close into me.

You don't want to do this with me.

You tilted your head towards my ear, lightly asking to lay down instead.

"Fuck."

You put your hands under my shirt

Undid my bra and said these words

"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"

You pushed me up against my wall

Threw my clothes down on the floor

"Darling, are you ready for more?"

I placed you towards the middle of the bed and climbed up. You immediately brought your hands to my shirt and forced it off. The shirt was thrown to the side, sprawling across the floor with the rest of our outfits.

I hesitated, now aware that we are seriously doing this. You noticed, propping yourself up to ask me, "are you ready for more~?"

My resolve broke. Screw it. I have been waiting for this for almost a year. I immediately kissed you and lightly pushed you back into the mattress.

It was a bad idea

Calling you up

Was such a bad idea

I'm totally fucked

It was a bad idea

To think I could stop

Was such a bad idea

I can't get enough

I don't know how to handle this. My three-year long crush underneath me and practically begging to continue. And I don't want to stop it.

You're not going to remember this. You'll feel guilty when you asked what happened. You'll never want to experience this again. It will hurt me so much. Yet, this will be the best night of my life.

"Please," You countered my thoughts, noticing my hesitation as I tried to memorize every curve of your perfect body.

Trailing my hands down your sides and leading my head down slowly, I tugged on the hem of your shorts, begging for permission to go further.

You didn't reject it and leaned your head back, overwhelmed as I started experimentally kissing your chest. I focused on a spot as I now paid attention to getting off your shorts.

Bad idea

It only took me a few moments to toss that as well to the ground. I quickly returned my attention to you and snuck my hand back to where it was.

I took note of how perfectly your thighs curve and meet your stomach flawlessly. I dragged my hand along the side of your waist, lightly tracing you where the top of your legs meet your body.

My gaze glues to your face, hoping and assuring myself that I will witness your immediate reaction. I allow my thumb to touch the middle of your thigh before changing the direction my hand was going completely.

Curling inwards and inching towards the center of your body, your face contorted in the slightest, and I believed that I would have missed it if I've not been staring. I reached but hesitated when my hand hovered over your core.

Heat radiated despite you still having underwear on. Curiously, I press lightly, drawing a small circle as I begin to kiss you again. After only almost three full times, your underwear grew damp and I smirked.

After a moment, I pull away and try to quickly discard of the rest of my clothing. You reciprocated, taking off your last piece of clothing. I turned away, feeling the heat on my face.

You put your hands under my shirt

Undid my bra and said these words

"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"

You pushed me up against my wall

Threw my clothes down on the floor

You said "Darling, are you ready for more?"

You assure me that I can look back before I return, trying not to look down and ogle you. You cupped my face, pulling in for a kiss while slowly trying to wrap your legs around mine.

I can't help a slight smile at your failed attempt. You whine, reaching for my hand and slowly attempt to lead it back. I groan, debating whether I should allow you that ability or not.

Deciding on the negative, I sit up and lean over the bed. After reaching and picking up my recently discarded shirt, I collected both of your wrists and held them tightly together.

I hold them against the headboard as I roll up my shirt and effectively knot it, permitting minimum space to shift your hands.

You whimper at the lost of freedom. Feeling slightly bad, I finally reach back down your body to that one spot. I hesitate but press my index finger against the throbbing skin.

"You're so pretty," I say before tracing a circle around the opening.

You gasped from the contact and I quickly (before I ran out of time or my sudden confidence) slipped my tongue into your mouth and slowly forced it around.

After realizing what had occurred you opened your mouth wider and my hand grasped just under your chin, pushing your head back slightly, allowing as much room and freedom for me as possible.

It was a bad idea

Calling you up

Was such a bad idea

I'm totally fucked

My finger slipped in after a few seconds of teasing. Your moan was muffled by our mouths being pressed against each other. The tracing of the circle continued, now slightly more difficult from the tight, throbbing constricted space.

I slowly tried to ease in another finger. Your hands shook as you yearned to grasp onto something, and I started slowly separating my index and middle finger before pushing them in further.

I apologize, my raspy voice shocking me. My pace quickens when your half-whines slowly shifted to heavy moans. Along with the sound change, I was shocked to realize it began to become easier to bury my two digits further into you.

With newfound freedom, I started curling my fingers in both directions and memorizing how you felt at every angle. When my hand pushed in to my knuckles and curled backwards, you shot up and trembled deeply.

I continued trying to graze that spot once more, but only succeeded on the exact spot once or twice again. Now aware of your approaching climax, I quickly pull my hand out and stare at you as I put my fingers into my mouth.

You whine and shuffle uncomfortable from the close- but not complete- climax. In an attempt to please yourself, you tried rubbing your legs together and causing friction. I glared at you and pulled them apart, now in perfect view to your light pink, throbbing core.

In a moment of confidence and feeling above the world, I layed beneath you and placed your legs on my shoulders. I flicked my tongue past it before pushing it in completely. It felt weird. To be surrounded by only you and having your most vulnerable spot right in front of me.

My hands gripped your thighs to hold your legs still on my shoulders. I could feel as you had difficulty not pushing your legs together as I tried to bury myself deeper.

My teeth grazed your clit, and your back arched aggressively. I pulled out in surprise before returning and sucking on the provoked hole.

And then it happened. Your climax.. caused by me. Oh god.

Overwhelmed with emotions, I opted just to pull away for a moment and cover you with the sheets. With realization, I felt perverted for ogling and abusing your trust of me just for the knowledge that I had done something to you.

I untied my shirt, happy at the feeling of your arms wrapped around me once more. I held you against me, unconcerned that we were still undressed and I might be yelled at in the morning.

It was a bad idea

Calling you up

Was such a bad idea

I'm totally fucked

It was a bad idea

To think I could stop

Was such a bad idea

I can't get enough

I could never stop my feelings for you, especially after tonight. I don't care how friendzoned I am. Tonight was a really bad idea.. but it was the best night of my life.

#songfic #oneshot #smut tag #poorly written #forgive me #girl crush #wlw

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