Olivia "Viv" Harper has her busy week at work interrupted when she has to look after Cleo Toro, one of the board members' daughters who's shadowing at her company. Viv doesn't want anything to do with her but Cleo is going to make sure she does.
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✭ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ~ music has always been your shelter from many things in life: loss, abandonment, sometimes even yourself. somewhere along the line, though, someone else alongside your music became that shelter, only for her to shatter it. you became the strongest version of yourself with her, she made you feel free probably for the first time in your life. but that was years ago. and now, despite a successful career, being paid for doing the thing you've always loved the most, despite her stabbing your heart right after healing it, something's still missing. but you moved on... or did you? And did Ellie, between sold out concerts and a career she made with her own hands from scratch, move on too?
⤷ ゛one night for your dream to come true, one night where everything that you’ve ever hoped for actually happens. you should feel at the top of the world, yet, something’s missing and maybe it has something to do with the lies you keep telling yourself. on the opposite side of the country, she’s feeling the same things, only she knows exactly where it all comes from and she’s trying so hard to keep the strings that keep you two together attached. ˎˊ˗
✭ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬 ；𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. ≫ 3.7k
⤷ ゛two lives, different states, but with far too many similarities. both of them knowing what it means to be left behind from loss and abandonment and to be saved at the same time. both of them knowing what it means when music is the only thing that makes you feel connected with the people you love, the one thing through which have learnt to communicate. but what if music is also the one thing able to pull souls apart? ˎˊ˗
✭ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶 ；𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. ≫ 5.3k
⤷ ゛the best night of your life doesn't seem to be lingering in the walls inside your home, not when her hands are gentle but her touch feels like if you're breathing it's because she lets you. not when every time you close your eyes you wish another pair of hands were the ones on your skin, even if you won't ever admit it to yourself. and those pair of hands are trying so hard to reach you, belonging to a set of lungs that have not felt like oxygen had been filling them for far too long time now. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛a trip to the past when everything started, when smiles were easy and everything seemed possible. new york was freeing, but she was even more. she had a key you didn't know even existed and it open all the doors you thought should've stayed locked up forever. you got caught up before you even noticed the change, but it felt like salvation, so why running from it? and it was in that simplicity that many would call love that promises were made. ˎˊ˗
✭ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 ；𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. ≫ 13.4k
⤷ ゛a simple call that breaks the illusion of simplicity and stability you had spent years building and crafting inside your mind, a simple call that makes you feel like everything is falling a apart. a single call that will bring you back to the eyes you promised yourself you would have never seen again. will music this time around save you again, or will be the one thing breaking you for good? ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛one final look inside what has been, inside what has been lost. inside years of shared love, music, the scent of breakfast bathed in sunlight, of crowds screaming for a name that now hunts you, years of support, of understanding, of passions shared and protected until one simple thing shattered it all. the source of when it all started to end.ˎˊ˗
✭ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑿 ；𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠. ≫ 13.2k
⤷ ゛one kiss that still lingers. a reflection you don't recognise anymore. one call that was supposed to act as lent hand, feels only like the last straw. it's not guilt that brings you back to her, it's rather the need to feel safe again, the need to shut out everything that feels like the weight of the world on your shoulders. a need that brings to a final explanation, one that you've only kept wondering about and that finally allows you to see the truth that's been always there in plain sight. ˎˊ˗
✭ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 ；𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. ≫ 14.7k
⤷ ゛the girl in the mirror is starting to look like yourself again, slowly, accompanied by the one hand that you thought you would've never got to hold again in your life. the one hand you needed to realise that you were never on your own in the first place. chaos getting tied up, peace getting sought, and the girl that you spent so much time keeping locked up finally walking through the door. you just have to close a different one for good, but not alone. ˎˊ˗
✭ 𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 ；𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ≫ 44k
𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ; 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠. ≫ 19.8k
⤷ ゛it's never easy retracing one's own steps, never easy to dig inside what's been wounded and treat it with kindness instead of guilt, instead of hate. austin has never felt so estranging, never felt less like home like than right now. and it takes immense courage to nurture what has been for so long neglected, to make sure the steps forward are small enough for you to take them. but slowly - maybe - it starts to feel like watering freshly planted roots in brand new soil, starting right from what has always felt truly like home: hands on ivory keys and melodies in a living room.ˎˊ˗
𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 ; 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒. ≫ 15.9k
⤷ ゛silence, distance. something that takes immense restraint to give when all ellie would want is to be there, physically. and "to give space" is something she has to remind herself each morning when opening her eyes she sees a text from you, when her phone is always glued to her pocket through every recording session, when she can only see your face through the screen of her phone. but restraint and space to breathe also means loving, and if there's something she needs to prove right now, is that love is something that never left at all. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛music is all around, in the way it resounds in your laugh pressed against her lips again, in the way your fingers move around keys and hers around frets and strings. in the way it blasts through speakers of an arena filled with lights, the kind of you've only ever attended as part of the crowd, never on backstage, let alone on stage. yet, you're there. because the strings are still attached, because the promise you and ellie made to each other is stronger than ever: stadium lights and no place in the world to hide. not your music. not the two of you standing together again. ˎˊ˗
𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑿
ellie and reader texts • the origin of the contract • reader's accent
