MKcember day 19. Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives and/or Notes
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A journal, filled with colored sticker bookmarks and shifting scrawls of Spanish. It’s squeezed into the limo’s messy glove box. He flips through a few pages.
January 13th, 2019 Chicago
—Food cart a few blocks from hotel. Good hotdogs. Cheap. Only takes cash. Order “the usual” if you don’t remember what that is. No vegetarian options. Will understand you without English.
—Falafel place with good drinks near old library. New. Comfy seats. Specify non-alcoholic
—Don’t let Marc find the waffles.
March, Tuesday something, New York
—Don’t remember the street. Somewhere with a big red sign and iron man stickers on the windows. Best fucking (the text is blurred, something smudging the ink)
SOUP ON 6th
Friday, New York still
—Go back to that cart by the mural for the elote and his number
London, new years recently I think. Rough time
—Sweets shop near place with Layla, breads and custard and good malt balls. In bulk.
—Diner downtown, Gena’s. She was nice. Good food ——> Colombian!
—Can’t find my snacks
September 6th 2020, Cairo
—DONT get drinks from place with green overhang. Layla says don’t trust.
—Get ful medames if rushing. Good place a few blocks down from usual hotel.
December, cold, monday(?)
—Gena’s got two kids. Gives leftovers. Ask her about other places to check out. Rice pudding not as good as ours ok though
Valentine’s Day, has to be 2021, London
—Steven’s soda is gross, don’t drink it
He flips a chunk of pages ahead.
The book is now marked with sticky notes and inserted papers. Shopping lists—some crossed off, others half finished—short exchanges, reminders, small drawings. They litter the back of the book, bulging out unevenly as he looks through them. There’s a mess of receipts taped in between an exchange about vegetable broth, and a drawing of a goldfish next to something heated about sushi.
He pauses on another shopping list, this one divided with names denoting the sections to who wants what.
Jake. Steven. Marc.
He glances up at the window, his reflection odd in the tinted glass. The material should be thicker. He thinks distantly of stars. The list flutters to the floor as he moves slightly, and he reaches down to grab it, mouth thinning.
Which one is he?
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(Subtle commander fic fOr me!! In prep for the fact I’m absolutely doing another with a later prompt lol)
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Maroon- Taylor Swift x Fem!Reader
Pairings: Taylor Swift x Actress!Reader
Description: You met Taylor at an award show in New York and fell in love. You went through many hardships, but you came out alive. When Taylor says she's writing a song about you and he wants you to help, you're eager to indulge her.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, cheating rumors, depression, soft making out, drinking, slightly smutty in a few parts.
Words: 1.6k
A/N: Midnights is a 10/10, Maroon but with a happy ending basically. I love fluffy Tay <3
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When the morning came
We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
'Cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend
"How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say
"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"
I see you every day now
You woke up tangled in Taylor. Her arm was wrapped around your waist tightly, your face buried in her neck. You yawned, sitting up to look around. Your head was pounding, but you were coherent enough to smell burning.
“Oh shit! Taylor, we forgot the fucking incense!” you cried, scrambling over to your vinyl shelf.
Taylor startled awake, scrambling across the floor to you. You looked up at her and cracked up. There was a smoldering pile of incense next to an old vinyl you hadn't listened to in years. You giggled, looking at Taylor. She looked back at you and broke as well. You both laughed as you cleaned up the mess. You were both just happy you didn't burn the house down.
“Oh my God,” you smiled, wiping your eyes.
“Yeah.” Taylor returned the smile. “How did we end up on the floor anyway?” she asked.
“We got wasted on that cheap-ass rosè.” you smirked.
You sat down on the couch, Taylor following. You kicked your feet up into her lap, relaxing as much as you could. Taylor scowled at you but didn't make you move.
“Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this.” Taylor pursed her lips in thought.
“Yeah?” you cocked your head, waiting.
“I think you should move in with me. I want to see you every day. Wake up with you.” she murmured.
“Tay... I would love to.” you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.
-The Night You Met-
And I chose you
The one I was dancin' with in New York
No shoes, looked up
At the sky and it was
You stepped out of your limo, scarlet dress trailing along the ground behind you. Cameras began flashing and voices called your name. You posed for as many pictures as you could before moving into the venue. You were seated behind your idol, Taylor Swift. It was hard to keep yourself quiet. You'd looked up to her as you blossomed as an artist and actress. You were almost six years younger than Taylor, so you'd grown up with her music. You kept calm until the after-party. You were getting shots at the bar when Taylor came up behind you.
“Congratulations.” she smiled, leaning against the bar.
“Ohmygodthankyou.” you stumbled.
“Relax. I'm Taylor, even though I guess you know that.” she chuckled, reaching her hand out to shake yours.
“Y/N,” you murmured, shaking her hand. You felt your cheeks burn a deep scarlet, almost maroon.
Taylor looked up as the song changed to a slow dance. “May I have this dance, m’lady?” she grinned, bowing down dramatically.
“Of course.” you took her hand and let her lead you to the dance floor.
Taylor kicked off her high heels and you followed suit. Soon, you were swaying slowly, your head leaning against her shoulder. Taylor didn't tell you this until much later, but she fell for you that night. Her hands held you close, not caring who saw. At the end of the night, Taylor led you out of the venue. You had gotten to know each other throughout the night. You knew there would be headlines. But they wouldn't think you were a thing- after all, Taylor didn't date girls. You stared up at the sky, the lights illuminating the stars a near-red.
“Gorgeous.” Taylor sighed. You nodded, but you were only looking at her.
-The night before she asked you to move in with her-
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
You giggled, swirling your wine in your glass before taking a large gulp. Taylor smiled at you, that sparkling, intoxicating smile. You tried to lean forward to kiss her, forgetting in your drunken haze that you had wine in your hand. You splashed it into Taylor’s old white tee.
“Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Tay.” you put your glass down, covering your mouth with your hand.
“I-its okay.” she blushed. “Can I take the shirt off?” she asked quietly.
"Yes." you breathed. You looked down as Taylor slipped out of her tee.
"You can look, love." she whispered.
You looked up, forcing yourself to meet her eyes. Taylor took your breath away every time. Her body was gorgeous. You knew how long she had struggled with herself for years, and you took it on yourself to try and keep her from doing that.
"God, you are so perfect." you whispered. You slid over to her, tracing your finger over the birthmark on her collarbone.
"Can I kiss you?" she asked.
"Baby, you don't ever have to ask." you smiled. You pressed your lips to hers. Her hand found the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into her.
"I love you." she whispered, pulling back.
"I love you more." you smiled, pushing a stray hair behind her ear.
"Fuck-" she groaned, pushing you back onto the ground.
-A few months later-
When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbin' with your head in your hands
Ain't that the way shit always ends?
You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
I feel you no matter what, the rubies that I gave up
You tried to control your breathing, tears flowing down you cheeks. You cradled your head in your hands, avoiding Taylor's looks. A bouquet of discarded flowers filled you head with a sickening sweet feeling completely contrary to your emotions.
"I'm sorry, okay? Those pictures looked like-"
"Like what? Like I was hugging an old friend? Yeah, they did. Taylor, I would never cheat on you, and its frankly insulting that you think I would." you spat, your anger overpowering your sadness.
"Y/N, you know what I've been through. You have to get it-"
"No, I don't. I've tried everything to make you comfortable, and to get you to trust me. But you don't. I can't do this with you tonight. I just can't. I'm getting a hotel room." you stood up, wiping the tears off your face. Taylor reached for you, but you moved out of her grasp. You grabbed your things and left, the door shutting with a slam.
"Fuck." Taylor whispered.
-Two weeks Later-
When I lost you
The one I was dancin' with in New York
No shoes, looked up
At the sky and it was maroon
The past two weeks had been hell for you two, you'd come back home reluctantly. You loved her more than the world. But it was hard being near her when you felt so... betrayed. You woke up one morning next to Taylor in tears. She jolted awake, turning to look at you.
"Baby, baby what's wrong?" Taylor asked, eyes full of worry.
"I- I think that I've lost you. I just... I feel like I'm not who you want. I can't seem to forget what happened, no matter how hard I try." you whispered.
"Honey." Taylor sighed. She cupped your face, turning it towards hers. "You don't have to forget it. You shouldn't. It wasn't right. All you have to do is move past it. Grow from it, that's all I'm asking us to do." she gave a small smile.
You looked up at her and couldn't stop yourself from kissing her. Your lips met her in a love-filled, tearful kiss. She pulled back, pressing her forehead against yours.
"Look." Taylor pointed to your open window. You turned your head and gaped at the sunrise. A gorgeous sunrise painted the sky in a color you loved- maroon.
"I love you more than maroon." you whispered.
(A/N: I'm going to skip the rest of the song because it's not fluffy AT ALL- any who back to your regularly scheduled programming.)
-Three Years Later-
The past three years hadn't been without hardships, but you and Taylor had held strong. You knew Taylor had been working on a new album for quite some time, but you never thought she would want you to help for a song. You heard a knock on the door and you turned your head. Since you were an actress, this was one of the only times you would be home for a while.
"Hey, love. Can I talk to you about something?" she asked.
"Of course, what's up?" you put your book down, looking at her.
Taylor sat down on the bed next to you and gathered herself. "You know that I've been working on an album recently." Taylor trailed off.
"Mhm..." you nodded.
"I want to write a song about us. Our story. How we fell in love." she blurted.
Your face burned red. You'd always wanted to be a part of Taylor's life in this way, but you'd never had the opportunity to.
"Tay... that's perfect. I love that idea." you wrapped your arms around Taylor, pulling her close to you.
"Fuck, I'm glad you said yes. I've wanted to do this for years. I know the title." Taylor told you as she pulled back.
"Already?"
"Mhm. I'm going to call it Maroon."
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