music is my boyfriend meme
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s2309So this is a thing I found somewhere on the LJ internet, and was going to post as soon as tests got over, but turns out, I'm a forgetful person.
Pick two numbers from 1 to 1544 and give me a character or a pairing (friendship pairings are totally cool also), and I will write you a ficlet thing based on one of the songs that the numbers represent!
Two numbers because I am unbelievably finicky about songs and whether or not they go with a character/pairing and you picking two songs increases the odds of you picking a song that I feel goes with the character/pairing you picked. If you get lucky and both songs fit the character/pairing, you may just get two ficlets! If you get super unlucky and both songs are songs I can't or won't write to, you can just pick more numbers. C:
White Collar is obviously my main fandom, but I'm willing to try my hand at Agent Carter, Agents of SHIELD, and... yeah, that's it. I still feel like I don't know enough about Natasha Romanoff to write her, sadly. And besides, I'm barely in these fandoms.
You should have seen me before this post though, I was downloading music like it was necessary for every song I've ever loved to be in my iTunes before this meme. (They keep disappearing because the drive I store my music on keeps crashing. Oh, the sweet days when I actually had all the songs I love.) I failed, because even I cannot download a thousand songs in an evening.
Pick two numbers from 1 to 1544 and give me a character or a pairing (friendship pairings are totally cool also), and I will write you a ficlet thing based on one of the songs that the numbers represent!
Two numbers because I am unbelievably finicky about songs and whether or not they go with a character/pairing and you picking two songs increases the odds of you picking a song that I feel goes with the character/pairing you picked. If you get lucky and both songs fit the character/pairing, you may just get two ficlets! If you get super unlucky and both songs are songs I can't or won't write to, you can just pick more numbers. C:
White Collar is obviously my main fandom, but I'm willing to try my hand at Agent Carter, Agents of SHIELD, and... yeah, that's it. I still feel like I don't know enough about Natasha Romanoff to write her, sadly. And besides, I'm barely in these fandoms.
You should have seen me before this post though, I was downloading music like it was necessary for every song I've ever loved to be in my iTunes before this meme. (They keep disappearing because the drive I store my music on keeps crashing. Oh, the sweet days when I actually had all the songs I love.) I failed, because even I cannot download a thousand songs in an evening.
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Date: 2015-04-10 08:02 pm (UTC)84, 269 - Neal/Sara
#84 - Static Waves - Andrew Belle ft. Katie Herzig
Date: 2015-06-27 10:23 pm (UTC)and i know you're never gonna understand
i'd try my best to follow if i can
but i would have let you leave
"Leaving without saying goodbye?" Neal asks from behind her. Damn it. She'd hoped that he'd stay in the back room for at least a minute more.
Sara resists the urge to cringe, gives herself a moment to breathe, then turns around with a pointed expression in her eyes and half a grimace on her face. "You did," she says, too cheerfully. She takes one look at his crumpling face and sighs. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he says softly. "I probably deserve worse than that."
"Still."
Neal gives her a small smile before turning towards the balcony. "Do you want to, uh, not admire that view for a little longer?"
Better and better. "You noticed."
"Oh, don't worry, you didn't look rude, just... pensive. In deep thought."
"Not helpful."
He smiles sweetly at her.
"I'm leaving," she says.
"Stay. Just for five minutes. We'll have about thirty seconds to walk there and back, and four and a half minutes of an excellent view that you can studiously ignore."
"You're incorrigible."
"You could just say no. I promise I'll back off."
"Damn right you will."
"So?"
"...Five minutes."
He doesn't indulge in a triumphant smile, just looks at her warmly and offers his arm.
She takes it.
They walk out to Neal's little balcony, stopping just short of the railing.
"Long day?" he asks.
"Long couple of months."
"Yeah." He looks a little tired around the eyes himself, not as well rested as an island vacation should have left him. She wonders why.
"You said you were okay," he says softly, not accusingly.
She lets go of his arm and leans away from him ever so slightly. "I am, I didn't lie. I'm not angry at you."
She stops.
How much can she say without saying too much?
"I just spent the past hour thinking about Emily. I don't think I'll ever be okay with the way she just... disappeared," she says slowly, testing every word as she says it, making sure that she's okay with it being heard. "And besides, you were wide open."
Neal lets out a resigned little sigh that turns into a little chuckle, and just for a moment, they're two fairly happy people with very little baggage. And then they're not.
Just a moment's notice before you left, and I would have been okay, she doesn't say out loud. She's the one clinging too tightly to the past. He just happened to choose a very fraught moment to jet off for parts unknown.
"You don't want to talk about it," he says.
"No," she agrees.
"It's okay to have your human moments, you know."
"I do know. I just prefer to be drunk enough that I fall asleep halfway through the ordeal."
"I have an extensive collection of wine," he starts, but she raises a hand to stop him.
"Alone."
He nods, not offended in the least. "Of course."
"I'm going to leave now."
"Okay." He doesn't accompany her to the door. But just as she reaches it, his voice taps her on the shoulder.
"Have I.. have I broken this? Us?"
Sara pauses with her foot on his doorstep. This truth is not one that he deserves. And yet, she turns to look at him. He's braced for a sucker punch to the heart, but his eyes are still alive with hope.
Foolish romantic. She looks at him a little more kindly, even as she's shaking her head at his naïveté.
"Not completely," she says, very carefully. "Not yet."
She just took two steps in a very dangerous direction, and she doesn't care as much as she should, because Neal's answering smile - teary eyes, tightly scrunched cheeks and all - is one she's never seen before, and it's the only thing that convinces her that she isn't a fool to believe him.
Maybe, just maybe, she won't regret this as much as she thought she would.
"Goodbye, Neal," she says, and finally leaves.
Re: #84 - Static Waves - Andrew Belle ft. Katie Herzig
Date: 2015-06-28 12:19 am (UTC)Very nice! I love how you can just whip out something so emotional and painful, yet beautiful and hopeful at the same time.
Re: #84 - Static Waves - Andrew Belle ft. Katie Herzig
Date: 2015-06-28 01:10 am (UTC)Ahahaha, I didn't write all this today, it's been in the works for weeks now. Mostly abandoned, but still. I just reworked some bits and write some bits and threw in some bits just as they were. It's a mosaic XD.
Re: #84 - Static Waves - Andrew Belle ft. Katie Herzig
Date: 2015-06-28 02:57 am (UTC)Re: #84 - Static Waves - Andrew Belle ft. Katie Herzig
Date: 2015-06-28 08:40 am (UTC)Re: #84 - Static Waves - Andrew Belle ft. Katie Herzig
Date: 2015-06-28 06:25 pm (UTC)Beautifully written.
And now you inspired me to continue one of my WIPs (runs off to write)
Re: #84 - Static Waves - Andrew Belle ft. Katie Herzig
Date: 2015-07-02 09:27 am (UTC)Yeah, it does. I think I'm going to have to write something a little happier to make up for it.
Yay for writing!
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Date: 2015-04-10 09:04 pm (UTC)#67 - You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette
Date: 2015-06-28 01:02 am (UTC)and you know it
Somewhere along the line, Rachel gave her entire self to this con.
No, that's probably not accurate. Rachel Turner, as a person, doesn't have much of a self. She's just an outline in pencil, easily redefined as it suits her purposes. It's Rebecca who became too real, too much of a person by herself. She's fallen in love before, as many different people, in many different circumstances. No one she's ever been has ever loved as hard as Rebecca loved Neal. As Rachel loves Neal.
The con became too real. Added delicate but permanent penstrokes to her once malleable outline, marks that even she didn't notice till she tried to shed Rebecca and discovered that she couldn't quite manage it.
She needs to be able to treat Neal as a disposable tool. She's had him in her crosshairs, with her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot clean through his arm. But at the last moment, she shifted the rifle just a little, just enough. In that moment, she was Rebecca. Or as close to her true self as she's ever been. She'll never know.
Rebecca's her living nightmare. A sliver of sunbeam chasing at her heels, only more substantial. And it's the last thing she can afford, because she's so close to the treasure of a lifetime.
All she can do is work around her and hope blindly that when the time comes, she's desperate enough to get her diamond that she takes the shot without thinking too much.
She's never put too much stock in vain hopes.
But, whatever happens, it's more than likely that she'll live.
If she wants to.
Re: #67 - You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette
Date: 2015-06-28 03:01 am (UTC)So, I have many favorite lines to quote:
Added delicate but permanent penstrokes to her once malleable outline
In that moment, she was Rebecca. Or as close to her true self as she's ever been. She'll never know.
And then those last two lines. Oh, Rachel.
Re: #67 - You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette
Date: 2015-06-28 08:46 am (UTC)I had such trouble with the numbers you picked, though - they're both love related songs, and I didn't want to write about Rachel and Neal. (The other is P!nk's True Love). Then I remembered Rebecca :D