#breakeven

[bethanysnow]

Breakeven prt 2.

Bang Chan X Plus size Reader. Pinning so hard here. Fluff??

In the coming days, Chan's interest in the woman grew. Like an open flame, it licked the parts of his heart he buried under the permafrost. With the years of temptation and wishing for a type of companionship his brothers couldn't give; the dark side of his heart began to warm with hope.

Y/n however was none the wiser. She stood where she had been standing the last six days. Wore a purple sweater today. Long creme skirt. That's at least what Chan could see from his perch.

The studio had been filled with Han, Hyunjin, Chan, and at one point I.N. Working on a love song that Chan had 'magically' come up with in the middle of the night. The boys knew he had it bad. Lounging there like a Shakespearean ingenue. The boys teased him lightly only to be scolded like he was their dad.

Han though saw an opportunity for mischief and wanted to play cupid. It wasn't hard right? Get Chris to walk downstairs out the door, and say something before she leaves? But knowing his friend he wouldn't want him to meet someone that would break his heart. Han was the most affectionate motherfucker you'd ever meet, but that also meant he knew it needed to be the right person. Slipping out with an excuse Han put on a mask and a beanie and walked towards the singer.

Beauty queen of only 18 She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles And wound up at your door I've had you so many times But somehow, I want more

The voice that leaves her lips is one that's shy and carries the weight of the world on her tongue. Han has heard better technical singers, people who this is their craft. This woman though had feelings and need in her voice. She was hidden by the clothes she wore, but Han could at least tell she was full-figured. She was steady and certain and the presence that she had wasn't something he had encountered really. Most people when they busk or go out and sing, is to share their talent. Make a name for themselves. Get attention. Their whole career was about getting and maintaining attention Han knew that energy well. This felt like she had to sing. She would burst if she didn't.

I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while

And she will be loved And she will be loved

Tap on my window, knock on my door, I Want to make you feel beautiful I know I tend to get so insecure Doesn't matter anymore

Rocking on her heels she kept time with the metronome in her head. Y/n knew this song like the back of her hand. Like the route from home to elementary school and back as a child. She reveled in the nostalgic of those songs. Talking to the moon, Stero Heart, Cheerleader...all these songs grew the garden that was her love of music. For just a second, a moment in time with her eyes closed she was in her room at home again. The world was right, and just, and simple. Thats what singing does, at least in Y/n's philosophy. It brings you back to the time you heard it. It brings those emotions with them.

Han watched in amazement, for he knew he had his own biases, he had his own type. He knew what he looked for in partners, but watching this chick sing her heart out? Flashes of Chan pre debut flooded his vision, this boy he needed so much for someone to listen to him.

"Someone needed to listen to her" is the thought that enters Hans mind as the woman finishes the song. Opening her eyes again she sees a man watching her perform and she bows slightly.

Leaning over her guitar case she sees a couple coins, her shoulders droop slightly unable to hide her disappointment. With a shrug she starts to pack up, Han though filled with so many memories and thoughts felt a push.

"Wait- uh...Hi, you got a minute?"

"Yea? Can I help you?"

"Could you stay around this afternoon? I have a friend who has been dying to meet you. We work near here and from what I just heard you have something people should hear."

Y/n raises a brow at the man. He looks young, far too young to be talking like he is. Brown hair flopped over his face. Round glasses, dressed like an Idol. But most guys try and dress like that so who's to say.

"You work for what-? Jyp? as if.." She smirks shaking her head.

"..Actually yes..I do"

~~~

To be continued.

@moonlightndaydreams @channieandhisgoonsquad @chansmanda @noellllslut @antoniorhinothethird @7ndipity

#bang chan x plus size reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan #han jisung #lee know #skz #skz fluff #hyunjin #seugmin #Changbin #I.n #stray kids #felix #works by me #breakeven

[haikyuuwaifu]

8

Breakeven: The Script

Masterlist

Warnings: Drama, Mild Angst, Mentions of Violence/Villain attack

They say bad things happen for a reason But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding 'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving And when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even, no

Y/n felt her body shaking, as she made her way toward the hospital. She had been in class, working on study guides with her students when Mic told her to turn on the news. What she wasn’t expecting to see, was her Katsuki in the fight for his life, against someone that was supposed to be considered his ally. 

Arriving at the hospital, Y/n stepped out of the car, noticing that all the commotion from the media outside had quieted. No one uttered a sound as she made her way toward the entrance. Before going inside, someone behind her cleared their throat. “We’re all rooting for him ma’am.” A man stated, raising the symbol Katsuki made whenever he was on television. It was something he would do to let her know he was okay. The reporters around him echoed their own supportive sentiments, chanting the hero’s name and holding up his sign. Y/n gave them a watery smile and a nod as she made her way inside. 

Inside the hospital, Y/n could see nothing but chaos as doctors and nurses were trying in vain to assist patients. “Y/n!” Shinsou called, pulling his friend into a hug. “They’ve got Katsuki on one of the upper floors, he’s in surgery right now.” The man whispered, as she gripped his hands tight. Making their way to the elevator, they stepped inside. A few minutes later, the doors opened, and Y/n was pulled into a hug, by one Mitsuki Bakugo. Mitsuki was the strongest person she knew, second to her Katsuki. As much as Y/n wanted to break down, she knew she needed to be strong. Holding the woman close, Y/n stroked her hair and whispered into her ear. Nothing but encouragement and confidence that Katsuki would make it through, as the woman sobbed.

Hours later, Y/n found herself sitting outside the room. Katsuki was out of surgery, but the doctor’s couldn’t say if he was going to survive the night. They had done all they could, and it was now all up to him. She’d felt better after screaming at Midoriya, but that didn’t mean anything if her Suki didn’t wake up to hear about it. Reaching for his hand, she gave it a squeeze as she stroked his cheek with her other one. “You have to make it.” She whispered, tracing the features of his face with her finger. “We have so many things to do Suki.” She mumbled. “We have to buy a house on the outskirts of the city. With lots of acreage so all our friends and family can build their additions. Even if you grumble about it, I know you’d secretly love having your mom so close.” “You need to give Kouta another shovel talk before he asks Eri to marry him someday.” She whimpered, burying her face into his side. “I want to start a family with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I can’t do that if you’re not here.” Y/n carried on, rambling about the dreams they’d shared, the plans they’d made, and hoping on everything, that he would wake.

In the early hours of the following morning, Y/n was awoken by a hand squeezing her own. Fluttering her eyes open, she was surprised to see Katsuki staring back at her, his gaze soft. “The last thing I remember thinking,” he whispered, stroking her hand with his thumb. “Was that, if I died...at least I died loving you.” He uttered, as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. “It didn’t matter how terrified I was, it didn’t matter if you’d hated me for being so reckless” He sobbed, as Y/n pulled him close. “All that mattered, was that I got to love you, and I saved that kid from dying.” Y/n let out a watery laugh, holding him close, as he clutched on to her. “I am so fucking proud of you Suki.” She cried, kissing his lips softly. “You are so fucking amazing, and I can’t be more proud of what you did out there.” The blonde gave her a squeeze, leaning back just enough to look down at her. “Marry me. I don’t care if it’s soon, I don’t care what anyone thinks, I don’t care about the media or shitty fucking Deku.” He began, eyes full of determination. “I will not continue going on, without you being my wife.” “Katsuki! You damn brat!” His mom shouted, barreling into the room and pulling her son into a crushing hug. Masaru followed behind, a soft smile on his face. “Don’t you ever do that to me again you shit.” Mitsuki hissed, as she held her palm out. Masaru set the box in her hand, and clasped Bakugo and Y/n’s hands around it. “This is a family heirloom, it’s been passed down through my side, and I just knew the little shit was going to say something.” Mitsuku stated, cheeks wet, as she and her son quietly cried. “I could not be more proud to have you as a son Katsuki, and I could not be more proud of your choice in wife.” She stated, her smile wobbly. 

Katsuki gave his mother the same wobbly smile, squeezing her hand, and taking the box. Flipping it open, he smiled, looking back at Y/n. Y/n could only laugh, words unable to form in her shock and excitement. With a nod, she held her hand out, as Katsuki gingerly placed the ring on her finger. Cheers could be heard from the hallway as a snooping Touya shared the good news. Outside the hospital, reports and journalists were shouting, cheering for their hero, and congratulating him on his upcoming nuptials. 

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[broadwayy-kanaya]

I Feel Quite Foolish For Thinking We Had Something Special

#Broadwaystuck #Broadway Kanaya #Homestuck #Homestuck Kanaya #Kanaya Maryam #Breakeven #Breakeven By The Script

[juh-wasnt-deactivated19691231]

as i get older sometimes i start actually hearing the words in the songs i grew up with. this one’s been sitting with me for a little while

> What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

> What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay?

[“Breakeven”, The Script]

what are you supposed to do, man? i mean to an outside observer this was clearly not a healthy dynamic, and you can use that knowledge to build a better you, but that’s a project, not any sort of short-term solace (“no wise words gonna stop the bleeding”). like ok so it sounds like you may have brought this on yourself to some degree (“she finally met a man that’s gonna put her first”), but again, knowing that does not make anything easier. when a heart breaks, no it don’t break even

#breakeven #the script #i promise not to start doing this for every song stuck in my head

[redley-of-many-noodles]

Just remembered this song exists, pretty cool one

#redley’s playlist #music #breakeven #The Script

[bestofmidi]

Oh, you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain You took your suitcase, I took the blame Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, oh 'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name

original midi at https://bitmidi.com/uploads/102283.mid

#midi #best of midi #the script #breakeven #fishmech #2008

[falschesverlangen]

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

#the script #breakeven #trauma #traumatic childhood #still alive #barely breathing #living #dying #flashbacks #intrusion #bpd #depression #song quotes #song

[dewitty1]

Mark Sheehan, a guitarist and co-founder of The Script, has died at the age of 46, the band has announced.

The musician died in hospital after a brief illness, according to a statement from the Irish rock band.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a n-anamacha - May they rest in peace

#Mark Sheehan #The Script #Rest in peace #Ar dheis Dé go raibh a n-anamacha #Dublin #Ireland #Irish musician #Irish rock band #Rock guitarist #Breakeven #Youtube #Celebrities #Celebs #Celebrity news #celebrity death #tw celebrity death

[polar-myst]

I know this is a very common song to associate with a lot of ships, but-

Breakeven by The Script just…

Screams icemav for me.

I don’t know why. It just. Fills me with them.

#ms tg #it just #gives me a lot of feelings #it could be either of them singing it #and either of them being the ‘you’ #omg another song to obsess over #YAAAAY #song rec #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #the script #breakeven #i hope other people feel this too

[bethanysnow]

Breakeven.

Prt 1.

Bang Chan X Plus Size Reader. Fluff mild angst. Slow burn?

The news broke that V from BTS's stalker was apprehended. The fact that someone got so close sent shock waves through the major companies to up security. Guards for even the groups that didn't have a major following, it felt incredibly necessary. Keeping the artists behind closed doors like hamsters in wheels and a very colorful and elaborate cage. The studio Stray Kids though did the majority of their work for their latest mixtape was across the street from a cafe. The road was mainly foot traffic and standing there on the concrete pavement was a woman with a guitar.

A foreigner. As divisive as that word is in South Korea, that's what she was...singing in English songs from a while back. Breakeven by The Script, Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. This heartache verbalized in the cry of the street. She bowed quietly with the smallest smile if people tipped her, that's at least what Chan noticed from his tower. Yes, the great tower of the unmarked building in the middle of the city. No one knew he was there, nor what the building was. Everyone below him just too busy with their own day to notice. He was grateful for that, but he found himself wanting to be amongst the people. Be there, go grocery shopping, go to a cafe. Exist in the cosmos of the cosmopolitin. So, looking out of the window of the studio he watched this woman. Living vicariously through her. He could hear her if he tried really hard with the window open, but most of the time it was when he snuck into the building he could hear.

Felix was setting down his things in a chair before seeing his friend deep in thought, not moving a muscle, just looking out the window. Walking beside him the blonde followed his eyeline to the girl.

"You know you can go say hi-"

Chan jumped not noticing the new presence slamming his hand over his heart. "Ah!-oh, hi...I dunno what you're talking about..." Brushing the comment off. Felix just raised a brow.

"You stand here and what...stare at her? Man, that's creepy- you wear a mask and a hat and go over. Say Hello"

Chan just shrugged. That was the thing with Bang Chan. With his life experience, the thing he never wanted was to be hurt like he was in the past. To suffer again the things he did getting here. There of course are other things, but when you are in this life it's far easier to make up stories about the driver, the barista, or grocery delivery person? Then to actually...know them. For then they could leave and you would be left alone. Parasocial relationships go both ways remember? So Chan for the first time in a while has had the time to look at the same girl and imagine. Imagine her life, why was she in Korea? Why did she always sing sad songs? Maybe she was a student and this is how she made extra money, or was stranded here and needed to find funds for a plane back home. Or just she liked singing.

So many questions and thoughts and contemplations on the idea of a person, a person he didn't know. While he and Felix went actually into the studio to work he couldn't get her off his mind.

~~

Y/n though was very busy at work. It was hard to get people to notice you when you're in a larger body. At least notice you for the right reasons, notice the voice, the talent (as if). Southeast Asia had the beauty standard of a pin and people paid millions of dollars to fit it. The clothes, the almost infantilization of women? 'Cutesy' shit that made her skin crawl, she could dress like an idol, speak the language fluently, get her hair done at those fancy salons that give you tea; wouldn't be enough. So Y/n decided not to participate. She would sing, play guitar, and let that be the reason she was content. Be understood and heard through music. A couple months out of the year she visited a cousin who lived in Busan for work. Taking a week or so to visit Seoul it was her mission to live. Experience everything she could. That included what she normally did back home, just...here. Where Y/n would sing in front of a Starbucks or a dunkin, or dutch bros really whatever mall adjacent location would allow her to get a set in. Finding a cafe who agreed to let her perform on their property she set up. She just knew this wasn't a hot spot for tourism so felt comfortable in her ignorance if someone made comments she wouldn't super be able to understand them.

So she sang. Song after song not noticing at all the peering eyes from the man a floor above her.

Where Chris was watching. Dreaming of what she sounded like when she laughed, if she had a boyfriend or if he really should say hi to her...fate would have to decide as the rest of 3racha filed into the studio.

And so.....fate did decide.

~too be continued

#stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x plus size reader #works by me #breakeven #felix #skz

[haikyuuwaifu]

7

Breakeven: The Script

Masterlist

Warnings: Drama, Mild Angst, Mentions of Violence/ Villain attack

They say bad things happen for a reason But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding 'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving And when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even, no

Izuku let out a groan, as he tried to situate himself on the hospital bed. Blinking blearily, he looked around the room in confusion. “You’re awake!” Iida declared, waving his hand for a nurse. Izuku had a tube attached to his mouth, and he was groggy as he tried to figure out just where the hell he was. A few minutes later, Uraraka came barreling into the room, a team of medical personal following behind her.

Minutes later found Izuku breathing on his own, sipping water slowly as he finally gathered his bearings. “What the fuck happened Midoriya?” Tenya questioned, as he clicked on the news. “I don’t remember.” he mumbled, closing his eyes as his head throbbed. “You don’t remember being reckless?” A voice sneered, as the occupants of the room looked toward the door. Izuku was not expecting to see a furious Enji, or Kachan’s equally furious parents. “I don’t know what you’re saying.” Izuku mumbled, unable to look toward the man. “He has a small bout of amnesia.” The doctor provided, swallowing as Mitsuku gave him a steeley glare. “Stay the fuck away from my son.” She snarled, pointing an accusatory finger at the man. “I don’t know what happened Auntie but I’m s-” “Save it.” Enji snorted, moving away from the door. “We all know how genuine your shitty apologies are.” “The nerve of some people.” Uraraka huffed, reaching out to grab the mans hand in support. “Everything will be fine.”

Hours later, everything was not fine, as flashes of what had happened the day before started coming back. There was a robbery, and he hadn’t been called to the scene, but he was in the area. The robbery itself turned out to be distraction. He remembered an explosion, something about the ground becoming unstable, and a hoard of villains going on the attack against civilians. He remembered seeing Kachan, the two of them getting into an argument, and then nothing. Iida had stated, that the two heroes got into an argument, but no one knew who started it. The villain themselves had been captured and taken in for questioning. Uraraka only huffed, and stated that Bakugo deserved the reprimand she was sure he was going to get. The two heroes had gone to the cafeteria, leaving the man to his own devices. 

With a force stronger than anything he’d ever seen, Izuku’s door was busted open, falling off of its hinges. “You!” Y/n snarled, making her way into his room. Everything around her floated, as her eyes seethed with rage. Izuku had never seen her so angry before. “How fucking dare you, think to open your mouth after everything you did.” She snarled, as the objects in the air began flying toward the man. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Izuku cried, holding his hands up to protect his face. “Katsuki is in surgery because of you!” she snarled, as Iida and Uraraka tried to make their way into the room. “He is fighting for his life on the table, because of you!” Izuku winced, as Uraraka tried to call security. He knew no one was going to get into that room until Y/n wanted them to. “It was an accident.” He whispered, blinking away his tears. “He’s fucking dying.” Y/n screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He’s fucking dying, because of you! At the door, Uraraka was screaming for someone to deactivate her quirk. Aizawa stood by, watching as Y/n got everything out of her system. “It was a fucking bank heist, and that was just a cover.” Izuku snarled, glaring at Y/n. “Did you expect me to just not do my job?” “It wasn’t a fucking  cover up. You were being fucking wreck less, and stupid because you wanted to save the fucking day. Y/n snarled, shaking her fist at him.

“I saw them! They were attacking civilians!” “No! You fucking asshole! One of them had a hallucination quirk! And you fucking fell for it, because you refused to listen to the intel!” Y/n snarled, throwing another object at him. “My boyfriend is on a fucking table because you were careless, and reckless, and fucking stupid.” Y/n sobbed, as the shield by the door finally dispersed. “Arrest her.” Uraraka sniffed, pointing toward Y/n. Security made no move to enter the room, as Shinsou made his way inside, his father following suit. “I told you to arrest h-” A slap echoed throught the room, as Miruko the bunny hero, laid into the other woman. “Get the hell out uravity, before I have you thrown out.” She snarled, looking down at the brunette. “She attacked him!” She cried, holding her hand to her cheek. “He’s the reason why her boyfriend is laying on an operating table right now, so I think she’s well within her right.” She hissed, glaring down, as Iida moved to help Uraraka up. “We need to let them sort this out.” He mumbled, looking away. Aizawa stood at the end of Izuku’s bed, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

“One of the villains had a powerful hallucination quirk. He snagged you into his visions as soon as you stepped within range. If you had stayed behind the tape, as every hero off duty, and the surrounding civilians were advised to do, then you would have known exactly what was happening.” “But I saw t-” “You saw what he wanted you to see.” Aizawa hissed, as Shinsou sat with Y/n still on the floor. The woman sobbed softly into her best friends chest, as Rumi stood in front of them, ever the vigilant  bodyguard. “Bakugo was called to the scene, and he was briefed on what the situation was. He was prepared to handle things until you showed up and fucked it all up.” Aizawa continued, glaring at the other man. “Instead of being a help, you were a fucking hinderance. Because you went on the attack.” He snarled, shaking his fist at the other man. “You activated your quirk and started fighting everyone in the fucking vicinity, like the careless moron you are.” Izuku shook his head, realization hitting him like a freight train. “No one could fucking handle you, not at 100%.” He sneered, closing his eyes. “You were about to go for a civilian. A kid that had thrown something at you for being a bad hero, when Katsuki barreled into your path. You had turned your attention away from the kid and onto Bakugo, and I’m glad he gave you the beating of your life, but he fucking paid for it, when he took a full fucking cowling to the fucking chest.” Aizawa snarled, eyes glowing red. “He took a full fucking cowling and I was too late to stop it, when all you had to do was stay away and follow protocol!” he screamed, as Izuku flinched. 

Before he could say anything more, Enji and Yagi made their way into the room. “Bakugo is out of surgery.” Enji mumbled, as Shinsou scrambled to get Y/n off the floor. “We’d like to speak with Midoriya.” Yagi whispered, patting Aizawa’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you in the waiting room.” As the room emptied, Izuku was left staring at his former mentor, and Enji Todoroki, newly promoted head of the Hero Commission. “What you did today, was despicable.” Enji snarled, giving the man a glare. “It should result in the expiration of your license permanently.” Yagi muttered, as Izuku made to protest. Yagi held his hand up, “We’re going to do an evaluation. You’ll be meeting with a specialist, and they’re going to evaluate your mental health. From there, we’re going to decide what the punishment is going to be.” “I’m the #1 hero!” Izuku hissed, clenching his fist. “You can’t do that to me!” “Izuku, we’ve kept track of all your reports over the last number of months. Of every case you’ve worked, and every patrol you’ve been on. Through your own agency and others, people have pointed out your reckless behaviors as of late.” “You’re a fucking menace to hero society.” Enji sniffed, looking out the window. “The way you’ve been acting as of late, is not what the #1 hero should represent.” Yagi sighed, running a hand over his face. “You almost killed Bakguo with your carelessness.” “It was an accident.” Izuku mumbled, looking away.

“Accident or not, you were lucky it was someone as strong as Bakugo. You’d be sitting in Tartarus right now if it had been a fucking civilian.” Enji snarled, flames taking over his form. “You’ll be evaluated, and when that’s over we’ll be discussing the reparations you owe to the community, and the reparations you owe to Bakugo.” Izuku could only stare down at his sheets, unable to look the two men in the eye.

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[midnitetears]

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing..

While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping

'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even, no

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? And

What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay?

I'm falling to pieces, yeah

I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason

But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding

Breakeven - The Script

#midnitetears #the script #breakeven #lyric posting #breaking #broken hearted #broken #tumblr music #tumblr lyrics #SoundCloud

[soooolostxx]

what am i supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

#music #breakeven #the script

[duranduratulsa]

The Script - Breakeven (Official Video)

Song 🎵 of the day: Breakeven by The Script (2008) #thescript #breakeven #2000s

#the script #breakeven #2000s #Youtube #Spotify

[akashballoo]

Lovе never breaks down the middle 💔 I still message on your birthday. I don't think you remember mine. It seems like time didn't quite heal us in the same way, 'Cause I'm a mess and you're doing fine. Did I take most of all the heartache? Was it just my world that fell apart? It's kind of obvious the shockwaves of this earthquake Didn't hit you half as hard

#wedding #moving on #healing #heartbreak #breakeven #rhyslewis #spotify #lyrics #breakup #Spotify

[locklylemybeloved]

ok was no one gonna tell me theres a taylor version of breakeven. seriously.

#mae-rants #breakeven #the script #taylor swift