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whatstruthgottodowithit · 6 months

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I'd Lie

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: 50s! Austin Butler x Reader

Characters: 50s!Austin Butler, Reader, You, Original Female Character

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3271

Summary: And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.

Tags/Warnings: Young Love, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Leaving home, Song Fic, 50s AU, Mechanic Austin, Friendsto Lovers, Reader has a name, Grief, Grieving, I'd Lie // Taylor Swift

Notes: This was going to be about Graham Dunne but the lyrics are literally about austin idc what you say

SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

The wind was cold as you stepped out of the diner, enough that it forced you to pull your coat a little tighter around you, sinking your hands into the pockets so that your chilled fingers might find some warm relief. Austin smiled at you as you did though you wondered how he himself wasn’t shivering given that he was only wearing his overalls. He seemed unbothered though as he led you to the only car parked in the lot, opening your door and making sure you were inside before he jogged to the driver’s side.

As he slid onto the bench seat you watched him. He was completely unaware of you, more focused on getting the car started and setting off on the short journey to your house. This had become a regular thing for you two. You’d known Austin for a while given that he worked at the same garage as your brother and the two of them came into the diner you worked at next door almost every day. Yet when your brother had moved across town you’d felt bad about having him travel in the opposite direction to drop you at home and so Austin had volunteered citing it was no issue given that he passed that way anyway. And before you knew it he was taking you home almost every day and because of it you were in love.

You didn’t know when the transition had occurred, from platonic feelings to romantic ones, but now they consumed your every waking moment. Seeing him was the first thing you thought about when you woke up. Your stomach would flutter whenever he’d come into the diner to make sure you were still on for a ride home, always ending up taking a seat to talk for five minutes, or twenty, before he’d realise he’d overstayed and headed back to work, offering you a knee-weakening smile as he went. And every night, when he’d drop you home you’d watch him, awestruck at the way his blue eyes sparkled or the way he pushed his tousled locks off his face. He did it now, finally looking at you and offering you a smile as he said, ‘sorry, it’s a little frosty out tonight and these heaters don’t cope well with it.’ ‘It’s not a worry,’ you said. ‘You sure?’ he said going to fiddle with the knobs on the dashboard again, ‘give me a minute and I’ll get ‘em workin’.’ ‘Aus it’s fine,’ you giggled, placing your hand on the back of his to stop him from fussing. He paused, checking in on you one last time before he nodded and pulled back, finally relaxing for the journey.

‘So,’ he said, his eyes now fixed on the road, ‘how was your day?’ ‘Good,’ you replied. ‘Wow Lainey,’ he chuckled, ‘I don’t know how I’m gonna take in all that info.’ ‘Oh hush,’ you giggled, ‘what else can I say?! The diner is the diner. It’s the same every day though I guess I did make a decent amount of tips today.’ ‘Larry been in again huh?’ he teased making you roll your eyes. Though you spent most of your time waiting for Austin to come in the rest of your shift was spent avoiding Larry, Austin’s baby-faced fellow mechanic who you’d made the mistake of being overly nice to on your first shift and now found sticking to you like glue any time he got the chance to come in. ‘Don’t tease,’ you said shoving him which made him smirk. ‘Hey now,’ he said raising his hands off the steering wheel in submission. ‘I mean it! I feel bad when he comes in he’s always so nice,’ you said. He was nice, completely and utterly pleasant, it was just unfortunate you couldn’t return his affections. ‘Hey take what you can I say,’ he chuckled, ‘I mean I would well if anyone bothered to tip us.’ ‘Well maybe if you were better at your work they would,’ you said a smile on your face which grew as shock fell on his pretty features before he pushed his lips together, impressed by your ribbing. ‘You’re funny,’ he said with a smirk that made your stomach flutter before he sat back cockily, moving so that he was facing you more as if driving had now become an imposition, something he was able to do with one hand the other thrown up on the bench, so close to your shoulder his fingertips could almost brush against your clothed skin.

‘Well if you must know I kinda did get a tip today,’ he said. ‘Really?’ you asked, unable to be embarrassed at how quickly he could have you on the hook. You turned yourself to face him, your leg tucking under the other as you sat up eagerly. ‘Yeah, well if a phone number counts,’ he smirked. At first you thought it was a joke but as the words ran through your mind once more you realised it wasn’t and if it was it was one you didn’t find at all funny. Your heart squoze in your chest but your face didn’t change, a smile, less genuine than the one you had sported the entire ride, christening your face as you said, ‘oh, really? Who from?’ ‘Oh uh her name was Charlotte, I uh, I’ve never seen her around here I figured she’d broken down when she came in but there wasn’t anything wrong with it,’ he said and you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with it, she’d probably seen him around and prayed he’d find something wrong when she brought her car in. ‘Must’ve been something else that attracted her,’ you said, offering him a tight smile. ‘Or maybe she thought she could get a discount,’ he joked. You didn’t know if he felt the shift in the air and was trying to get the momentum of your conversation back into its jokey nature or he simply was oblivious to the way your heart was no longer in it but you felt bad about it either way and offered him a slightly less hostile smile. Silence descended for a moment as you shifted back to face the window, a question bubbling on the tip of your tongue.

‘So, are you gonna call her?’ you asked, refusing to look at him as you fiddled with the material of your skirt picking at the remnants of a mustard stain that you had thought you’d managed to get every inch of. ‘Nah,’ he said, the casualness in his voice enough to make your head snap up. He was looking out the windshield, unaware your eyes were now on him and roving every inch of his face to see if he was being truthful or not. ‘Why? Isn’t she pretty enough?’ you said. ‘No it’s not that,’ he said, though you didn’t know if that was a fact to be happy or sad about, ‘it’s just what’s the point?’ ‘The point?’ you asked, your brow furrowing as he looked at you and shrugged. ‘Of all that stuff,’ he said. ‘You don’t want to fall in love?’ you asked, your heart hammering in your chest as you awaited his answer. ‘It’s just not gonna happen is it,’ he said and suddenly your heart was no longer hammering because you were sure it had stopped. All your ideas about the possibility of the two of you going any further crashing down around you as you looked at him. His words had been firm yet as you looked at him he shifted awkwardly. ‘You don’t believe in love?’ was all you could ask, disappointment lacing through your voice though it turned to pity as his jaw tightened and he replied, ‘I don’t believe in much of anything anymore.’

If your heart had been aching before it was worse now as you thought about his reasoning. You understood why, your brother had told you about how Austin had lost his mother a little over a year ago, but for him to feel so hopeless felt wrong. Because for him not to have faith, to not dream of a loving and bright future, well that felt as though two lights had been robbed from the world, not just one. You didn’t know how long it had been since he’d spoken, or if you’d been staring at him incredulously the entire time but he was getting uncomfortable under your scrutiny as he said, ‘what?’ ‘I just…’ you said, the words you wanted to say rushing to the surface first though you made yourself force them back and instead said, ‘I just don’t understand how you don’t believe in love.’ ‘Because no one falls in love not really,’ he said, ‘not in this town anyway.’ ‘That’s not true,’ you said. Your conversations were often like this, whilst he normally saw everything as black and white you leant more towards shades of grey which meant that you’d often end up debating topics the entirety of your journeys, sometimes even parking up outside your house for ages until you’d both concede just a little. But this wasn’t something you wanted to debate because you didn’t know how to explain how you could believe in something you’d only ever felt because of him. ‘No?’ he scoffed, ‘you think folks are thinking about love when they get together? No they’re out for a good time and then they’re stuck ‘cause they get knocked up. That or they get sick of bein’ alone so they convince themselves they’re in love.’

You fell silent. You could feel your brain screaming at you to challenge him. To ask him how that could be the case when you loved him. You weren’t out for a good time and if it was just about staving off loneliness why hadn’t you jumped at the chance at being with Larry? He was a decent guy, one who would probably make a good husband, so why weren’t you interested in him? If love didn’t exist why did your heart flutter just looking at him, as infuriatingly stubborn as he was? Again your silence made him uncomfortable but rather than backing down he turned, putting both hands on the wheel as his jaw tightened once more. He was angry.

‘You don’t believe me,’ he said quietly. ‘I just think that’s a sad way to think Aus,’ you said honestly. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him, it was that you didn’t want to. ‘Okay,’ he challenged looking back at you, ‘how should I think?’ ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Tell me what it’s like, this love thing, I mean if you believe in it,’ he said. ‘What?’ you repeated unable to compute what he wanted you to do. He sounded as if he was goading you, the friendly banter you had shared not ten minutes ago recurring, but there was a sadness to his eyes that didn’t escape your notice. As if he genuinely didn’t understand how love worked anymore. ‘I mean you must have had a glimpse of it right? If you can believe it exists,’ he said. ‘Love isn’t something you can prove Aus,’ you stammered, ‘it’s a feeling. Like faith or God.’ ‘Now that’s a whole other debate Lainy,’ he said, offering you a smile for what felt like the first time in forever. It was a gesture that made you relax, whatever heated words passed between you now softening though the emotions he had stirred up were still bubbling under the surface and if you were going to explain yourself, even in the hopes of getting him to change his mind you needed to be careful. Unfortunately patience didn’t seem to be one of his virtues tonight considering you were on the fringes of your neighbourhood approaching your house with each passing second.

‘C’mon,’ he pushed gently. ‘Well,’ you started the words still sticking on their way out, ‘it’s not something you can really explain.’ ‘See,’ he said a self-satisfied smirk on his face. ‘That doesn’t mean it’s not real!’ you protested, of course it was real how else could you explain how you felt about him? Why else would you be sitting in his truck now? Relishing in the short amount of time he spared for you on every one of these drives. How could it explain how you knew everything about him from his favourite colour to the fact those shining blue eyes staring at you resembled his father’s. How else could you explain how that cocky self-assured smile didn’t make you want to call him a jerk and run a mile but instead make you long to wipe it from his face with a breath-stealing kiss. But you didn’t do that. As he revelled in your silence you sat up in your chair, turning to him again as you prepared to speak.

‘Okay you want to know about love?’ you challenged making him shrug, an act that excited you and irritated you at the same time, ‘love is being happy without any explanation. It’s seeing that person and your whole day getting better even if you only saw them for a goddamn second. It’s being willing to go to hell and back if it meant keeping them safe or making them happy. It’s being able to disagree and have them drive you insane and yet still like them. It’s not something you can explain, not really, but it doesn’t mean it’s not there. And a life without it? Well that’s pretty damn bleak in my opinion.’

He was quiet for a moment as were you, hoping your words hadn’t been too obvious that he’d realise the meaning behind your sentiments. Finally he said, ‘wow.’ ‘What?’ you breathed, panic grappling at your insides. ‘Nuthin’,’ he said, ‘you just sound sure of yourself like, well like you know how it feels.’ ‘Yeah well,’ you replied hoping that was non-committal enough he wouldn’t ask any more questions. Your luck wasn’t that fortunate though. ‘So who’s the guy?’ he asked making your eyes meet. ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Well there must be someone you feel that way about right?’ he asked. He’s stopped the car now somewhere in your ranting and he turned it off and turned to face you, his blue eyes sparkling in he streetlight. This was your chance, you could tell him now and hope that he’d love you back, but you worried because as of five minutes ago he didn’t even believe in love. So instead you lied. ‘Well there’s not.’ ‘Not at all?’ he asked sceptically, ‘how do you know then…if there’s no guy I mean.’ ‘I just do,’ you said, feeling your cheeks burning as he watched you, ‘I should go my mama will be wondering what’s taking so long.’ ‘Okay,’ he said and though you were sure there was a hint of disappointment in his voice you didn’t pause to hear it, fumbling with the car door until you were out, mumbling goodnight and barely hearing his reply before the door slammed shut between you and you were hurtling up the garden path.

When you got inside your mother was up, sitting in her favourite chair as she listened to the radio, her knitting needles clacking alongside it. She peered around as you entered, shirking your coat and shoes off as quickly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t want you to stop and chat. Again you had no luck.

‘Is he not coming inside?’ she asked and because she was looking your way you had to fight not to roll your eyes. You had told her a hundred times before that there had been a change in your lift schedule and yet she had somehow not yet committed it to memory. ‘Mama it was Austin,’ you sighed. ‘I thought Pete dropped you off?’ she said, her brow furrowing. ‘No,’ you said gritting your teeth so that you didn’t snap at her, ‘Aus brings me home now remember? It’s out of Pete’s way so it’s easier for him to.’ ‘As long as that’s all it is,’ she said catching you off guard. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ you asked. ‘Well it’s just the two of you being alone together,’ she said. ‘Mama he’s just being a friend,’ you said unsure as to why you were getting annoyed at her, probably because the thing she was insinuating was what you longed to happen and yet it never would. ‘And that’s all there is to it?’ she asked making your jaw clench. ‘Yeah, now if you’ll excuse me I better get to bed. I’ve got an early shift tomorrow,’ you said and before she could reply you rushed up the stairs trying to ignore the ache in your gut.

You didn’t sleep well that night, Austin’s hopeless face echoing in your mind until the early hours, so when you awoke the next morning you found dark circles under your eyes. It didn’t mean anything though because you’d cover them with makeup, it was just that unlike every other day your beautifying was more about practicality than praying it’d help Austin see how pretty you were.

Fortunately your mother was nowhere to be seen when you got downstairs which suited you as you weren’t in the mood to speak to anyone. Though as you got outside you noticed there was someone waiting, familiar blue eyes finding yours in an instant. Austin.

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked confused as you met him on the sidewalk. ‘I thought I’d give you a ride to work,’ he said leaning up off the door of the truck and opening it so that you could climb inside but you didn’t move, instead you stood stock still on the sidewalk eyeing him curiously. ‘Shouldn’t you be at work?’ you asked, confused by the whole thing. Whilst he normally gave you a ride home he worked longer hours than you so your getting to the diner was on your own head. ‘I have break,’ he shrugged as if that explained everything. When you failed to move still he hesitated, glancing down at his shoes as he said, ‘and I er, I thought about what you said…about the whole ‘love thing.’’ ‘And?’ you asked those nerves from last night creeping back in. ‘And maybe I do know what it’s like,’ he said looking up at you, ‘I just hadn't realised.’ ‘Oh,’ you said, the way he watched you making your fears ebb, replaced by hope. So much so you tested the waters and said, ‘and what made you realise that?’ ‘How angry I got when I thought there might be another guy,’ he admitted sheepishly. ‘Oh,’ was all you could say, happiness crashing through you yet leaving you unable to vocalise it. ‘You lied right?’ he asked, coming towards you so that you were less than a foot apart, your hands coming up instinctively to touch him, his fingers tracing over your skin. ‘Yeah,’ you breathed. ‘There is a guy huh?’ he asked, your eyes meeting as you looked up at him. ‘Yeah, he just took a lil time to catch up,’ you smiled. ‘And you’re okay with that?’ he asked unsure. Of course you knew why and maybe you should’ve been worried to take a chance on a boy who hadn’t even realised he had feelings for you until they were slapping him in the face but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry. Austin loved you and that was all you needed. And now you weren’t going to risk losing it by brushing it off with a lie. ‘I’d have waited for him forever.’

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@caitlin1996 @purejasmine

#my writing #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #50s austin #id lie #songfic #Halloween challenge #Halloween writing challenge

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vakarians-babe · 2 months

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Songfic Tag Game

Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

I was tagged by the lovely @shivunin! I really enjoyed this one. Tagging @bitchesofostwick @isayashai @zevrn @creaking-skull @ghostwise @shahrazade but as always, there is absolutely zero pressure.

I have 34 fics posted in total over on my AO3 page, so I'm not going to do all of them, but I will be doing more recent ones and some of my favorites. I will also say the songs and their connections to the fics are a mix of vibes and lyrics.

Not My Type: Darmas Pollaran, inveterate womanizer and expert sabacc player, is not Corso's favorite person--especially when it comes to his attitude towards a certain Smuggler Captain. (SWTOR, rated T, 1.5k)

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

What a Smuggler Deserves: Corso can't stand Taris, and that bottle of liquor isn't going to drink itself. If only he were better at not spilling his feelings the moment he's tipsy. (SWTOR, rated G, 1.7k)

Mona Lisa by Dominic Fike

Wayward Jedi: Talira Virali has been hiding on Nar Shaddaa since the Purge, but ten years is a long time to stay hidden, and time is about to be up, thanks to a certain Bracca scrapper turned Jedi. (J:FO, rated T, 1k)

Dear Dictator by Saint Motel

Remembered: Cal asks Lira why they still have their padawan braid, after all these years. The answer is complicated. (J:FO, rated T, 1.4k)

The War by SYML

Salving Touch: After Mizora's punishment, Wyll cannot sleep. Luckily enough, neither can Dearbhla. (BG3, rated G, 1.2k)

Final Days by Ben Thornewill

Frail Hope: A discovery on the road to the Harpers' ambush shakes Dearbhla. (BG3, rated T, 1.3k)

Small Hands by Radical Face

Waterproof: Things do not go as planned during Duke Ravengard's rescue mission. (BG3, rated T, 1.8k)

Cover Me in Roses by Holden Laurence

Lipstick: Iona Shepard wears lipstick, and it's an oh-so familiar shade of red. (ME, rated T, 1.3k)

Weights & Measures by Dry the River

What to Do: While Iona recovers, Garrus waits. (ME, rated G, 1k)

Siúil, a Rún by Clannad

Dancing Beneath the Holly Trees: Narmeleth likes to tease her lover. Lathuilas likes to watch her dance. (LOTRO, rated G, 0.5k)

Rilke Song by aeseaes

Whither Thou Goest: Lathuilas is bound to Narmeleth, by love and by promise, but even she cannot follow her into the west. (LOTRO, rated T, 0.8k)

Tears of Nimrodel by Chance Thomas

The Lions of House Cousland: As cousins, the future of House Cousland rests upon Talvinder and Savreen. Now, with their family and their home in ashes, they must fight both the Darkspawn and their grief in order to find that which they once thought a certainty: a future. (DA:O, rated M, 250k)

Masters of War by Judy Collins

Love Me Sweet: Varric wants Elodie. He wants them unreservedly, unashamedly, and unremittingly. (DA:2, rated E, 2.6k)

Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley

Elfroot and Tears: Both Cullen and La'ara are afraid of what the Arbor Wilds hold for them. (DA:I, rated T, 1.5k)

Bronwyn and Arondir by Bear McCreary

The Calling: Alistair may be king, but he is still a Grey Warden. And when the others begin to hear the Calling, he does too. (DA:O and DA:I, rated T, 1.2k)

Panic Attack by Liza Anne

#me tagging folks i know write good #hi whats up #tag game #laura writes #shivunin #songfic tag game #also very specifically i have to say dear dictator is an anakin and vader song and its there bc of the way vader's specter haunts lira #love me sweet is the only one that was actually inspired by the song accompanying it SDJKHBFSJKD #picking just one song for lions is also a huge challenge bc i have like a four hour playlist for it AND a fledgling playlist for the sequel #star wars #lotro #dragon age #mass effect #bg3

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 11 days

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Oh Darlings~

I have a challenge for you!

Now you don't have to participate, but it would be fun if you did.

Feel free to share this challenge with your friends and followers as well!

I want to see your creativity!

For this challenge, I'd like to see you guys write a songfic.

The rules are simple.

The characters can be from any fandom, but they must be based on fictional characters. No real people.

I'd like you to write it based off of "Fictional by Khloe Rose"

Please attach your work to this post or @me so that I can see your hard work!

All submissions must be posted by the end of May.

Now, what kind of challenge would it be if there wasn't a prize?

For those participants, the winner of the challenge will receive the ability to cash in 3 sonfic requests from me regardless of the requests being closed or open. Any characters, any fandom, any song.

I really hope to have a few people participating! I look forward to reading your works, darlings!

#songfic #challenge #writing #rewards

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fanfictionlibrary01 · 1 month

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Songfic Challenge, April

We have a new Challenge for you! In this challenge, you get 5 songs, each representing a certain genre in the world of fanfiction, and you have to write a songfic inspired by one of them. (If you want to write a fanfic for each song, you can ofc write 5 fanfics!) Since all songs are instrumental, the interpretation is very open, as music affects everyone differently. But: You need to represent your interpretation of the chosen song as best as possible! Alternatively, you can use the son's title or a part of it as a prompt, and write for that, or do that and write for the song itself!

Rules:

For each prompt, the word count has to be at least 300 words.

Your songfic can use your interpretation of the song and/or the song title as a prompt!

Each song represents a certain genre - try to keep your work in that genre!

Please do only post one work per day! You have to name the song you used in the author's notes at the beginning. You do not need to make the song title the title of your work, but you can.

You have to write for at least one song, so post at least one fanfic. You can not use more than one song for one fanfic. You can post a work for every song if you want to.

Any topic/trope/rating (so sfw/nsfw) that is within our server rules is allowed as long as you tag your work properly!!

Songs:

All songs have been placed in playlists on various streaming services! You can find the five songs there.

Apple Music Playlist

Spotify Playlist

Youtube Playlist

Titles:

Angst: "Verge of Total Chaos" by Danny Cocke

Fluff: "Lullaby Waltz" by Sushi Tuesdays

Hurt/Comfort: "Your Father Wanted You To Have This" by Epic Score

Smut: "Cuban Hot Rhythms" by Corp Sexy Latino Dance Club

Crack: "Behind the Scenes" by Jon Björk

If you have any questions regarding the challenge, feel free to ask! All Challenge works written by server members on Ao3 for our challenges are gathered in our Ao3 Collections. You can check out works from our earlier challenges there too ^^ .

Come join our Discord Server if you want a place to chat about your ideas and your progress on this challenge with other writers and to be added to the collection for this Challenge!

In any case, please credit us if you participate in this Challenge.

#fanfictionlibrary #discordserver #fanfiction #community #fanfic #ao3 #writing #writing challenge #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction challenge #fanfic prompt #fanfic challenge #challenge #ffl challenge #songfic #songfic challenge

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hplyricistsfest · 6 months

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Fanfiction/Fanart Fest Discord is now Live! We are currently running mini-challenges as a lead-up to the main fest. Feel free to join and come hang out! Link: HP Lyricists Fest Discord

#severus snape #hp fests #ao3 fests #fests #songfic #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #writing #writing challenge #harry potter fanfiction #writing fest #art challenge #archive of our own

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noxturnallyevermore · 1 year

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hear me out

songfics, yeah?

okay now what about writing a series of fics all based off of one single album where each fic is a different song?

up for interpretation, however you wanna do it

but some suggestions:

- picking one ship for the entire album

- each fic is in the same narrative (same story, au, universe, ect)

- same tags for the entire album

- NOT reusing something for each fic (ex, each fic has unique tags)

- not reusing ANYTHING for each fic (each fic is completely unique)

in addition to this idea:

- each fic being based off of a whole album

- a fic for every song over the course of a few albums

- a series of fics where each fic is based off of one song (maybe the title/face/most popular song) from each album

idk, I just think it would be fun

also let me know if this has already been done so I can go read those fics 😭

if it hasn't, what if we call these albumfics? 🤲

#songfic #ao3 #writing prompt #writing prompts #fanfic #fanfic.net #uhhh #wattpad #idk any other fic websites #but i got the idea because vices and virtues is giving steddie #yes like the entire album #writing challenge #ig #i think i might do this #sounds fun #i do not expect this to gain any traction at all #albumfic

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newwwwusername · 1 year

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New writing challenge for musical theater fans and fanfic writers!

#fanfiction #fanfic #musical theater fandom #theatre #musical theater #musical theatre #fanfic challenge #writing challenge #challenge #songfic

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tastefulcucumber · 2 years

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The Random SongFic Challenge :NEW WRITERS CHALLENGE

Strech out your writing knuckles with the Random SongFic Challenge. Use a random song generator to be given a song that will inspire your story.

Challenge Rules:

Use the website https://www.chosic.com/random-songs-generator-with-links-to-spotify-and-youtube/ with the filters on "top songs" (opposed to "genre") and "top songs of all time" (opposed to choosing your own decade).

The title of the song MUST be featured in your written work in some way (description, dialogue, chapter title, work title)

The year* of the song's arrangement must be the time period of your written work. (i.e. if you receive "Wreaking Ball" by M.C., your work must be set in the year 2013. *If you want more of a challenge, set your fic in the same season, month, or day the song was released in addition to the year.

The name of either the composer, lyricist, vocalist, or a band member must be featured in the fic. (This could be the name of the main character, the antagonist, the pet cockatoo, whatever).

The written works main theme MUST align with the the central theme of the song given to you. (Or else why bother with the challenge at all!)

No ReRolls (honours system)! Get outside of your comfort zone when the song you receive isn't towards your liking. You'll probably learn a lot from genres you don't normally like or listen to!

Written works can be any genre of original works, fan fiction, poems, articles, whatever you want. Be creative, analyze your song critically, and most of all, have fun!

When your done, use the hashtag #SongFicChallege2022 wherever you post your work (Tumblr, twitter, ao3, fictionpress, etc.) to share with others and inspire your fellow writers!

#SongFicChallenge2022 #SongFic #writing #Challenges

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navstuffs · 11 months

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two weeks

Pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader

Summary: "give me two weeks, you won't recognize her."

Warnings: songfic, SMUT SO MINORS DNI, sort sub!leon, confident reader

Author's Notes: if you know this song, you already know what's coming ;) this fanfic is also an ode to my queen fka twigs (so you can imagine the pressure i felt writing this lol). leon is also very lucky with me; first sade and now fka twigs? he is a lucky motherfucker man. enjoy your reading!

my leon's masterlist

"I know it hurts, you know I'd quench that thirst

(I can treat you better than her)

You say you're lonely, I say you'll think about it"

Like most things in your life, it doesn't start the "right" way. Yes, there is a date, but never a proper second or maybe third date, then a kiss. And at a particular stage of life, you didn't think you could seduce or date anyone. Even more so, your partner and friend Leon S. Kennedy. You had lost your touch or never really had one. And he was clearly in love with somebody else.

You had to hear about it occasionally if you decided to join him to drink. It bothered you more than it should, but you could do nothing about it.

And Leon Kennedy had the tendency to only "flirt" as a joke, anyway.

The smiles, the flirty smiles in your direction. They started here and there, just a tiny detail you didn't think much of, figuring it was just Leon being Leon. Then, the flirting. As if you could call it flirting, the man straight invited you to dinner after you two almost died in the hands of a B.O.W.

Leon's priceless face, when you accept it, makes everything almost all worth it.

"Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover

Flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other"

Leon is unsure during dinner. You watch his eyes wander around the restaurant, never looking straight at your face. The menu has confusing names with food you have never heard of. Leon had chosen a fancy place he clearly never went, and also somewhere he wasn't comfortable.

Later, after eating what you think was a snail with a weird tomato, you question why he brought you here. Leon mumbles he never thought you would accept it.

"Why?"

"I guess because you know...my situation."

"I know it hurts, you know I'd put you first

(I can fuck you better than her)"

Ada Wong? Oh, you knew their situation pretty well. You have heard more than once, actually: she and Leon seem to be connected to each other with a certain tension that never seems to die down over the years. This doesn't frighten you; you never ran away from a challenge. You preferred the harder ones anyway.

You wouldn't be stealing Leon from her since he was never his. And even if he was, it didn't matter.

"It doesn't really matter," You conclude, finishing your drink.

"Why not?"

"Because you could be mine at the end. We can't risk that."

The smile Leon gives you is all the answer you need.

"Feel your body closing, I can rip it open

Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing"

You are bad, Leon realizes, really bad. It is the way you make him feel pleasure, the way look at him, fierce and daring, as if he is the only one for you. It makes him feel special, unique, like Ada never could. Not because she didn't want to but.

"Hey, eyes on me, Leon."

Your authoritative voice calls him back, and Leon feels a chill. He had only seen you concentrated like this during missions. Looking deadly and calm, Leon Kennedy is your target now. Leon shouldn't have invited you to his apartment, but he was curious. Curious to see how further you could actually go.

How you would make him yours.

It could be enough, Leon thinks, his hand pushing your head down into his hard cock. He likes to watch you suffocate and how good your lips are around his dick, your mouth wet and slippery, perfect for him.

After falling into bed, exhausted, Leon confesses, his face hidden by his sweaty hair.

"This...could work."

You smirk back. You could work with that.

"Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling

My thighs are apart for when you're ready to breathe in"

You don't call Leon the next day. Or the other. He calls you on Monday night after a full day of behaving like nothing happened during the weekend as if you two remained just good co-workers.

He comes by your house, and you imagine he will want to finish everything. It would be typical of Leon to get afraid if someone got too close. Leon would apologize and argue it was all a mistake. His kiss as soon as you open the door silences your internal doubts. Leon Kennedy is there, and he wants you.

You take him to your bedroom, clothes falling on the way, and you ignore the little emotion you have when he looks so vulnerable under your palms. You suck him again because Leon Kennedy asks for it. It seems someone has gotten addicted to your mouth.

"So good. Fuck."

You let him moan and tremble in your bed. A bed that you often imagined you would, one day, have Leon for yourself, just for you. His moans fill up the room, and you suspect you will never be able to sleep again without thinking about it.

"Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing

High motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you're mine"

You are at his house now, almost two weeks since this started. Leon has you under him, back against the mattress, legs spread apart. You look a mess, and he loves it. His hands rub your chest, giving your nipple a good squeeze, focusing on moving his hips against you. The way you liked. Oh yeah, Leon Kennedy, in less than two freaking weeks, knows precisely where to hit.

"Shit." He groans, his mouth open with his eyes semi-closed.

He looks sinful. If there was ever some God of sex around or a demon, Leon would be one of his forms used to seduce people. And he is trembling, shaking, panting because of you.

"Leon."

You must remind him to bring himself back and stop teasing you. He looks at you, and his blue eyes darken.

"What do you want? What do you need? You gotta tell me."

Oh, Leon, you think smiling. Still naive about whom exactly was in control there. He forgets sometimes you are as trained as he is. Taking him by surprise, you shift positions, sitting on top of him. Leon's dick goes further inside you, making you both groan.

"You forget Leon, I don't have much patience."

You watch as Leon Kennedy simply collapses in front of your eyes. It had been like this every night you had been together, Leon's expression changing to pure bliss. You think it was nice seeing him like this as you gently grab his face.

"Come on, you know what to do by now."

Leon licks his lips, moaning your name. He raises his hips up with ease, starting to meet your thrusts. You smile, victorious. After you both cum, bodies trembling, you can feel Leon examining your face as his warm hand rubs your cheek gently.

"We could do this if you still want me."

It is adorable how unsure he is still with himself, although his dick was buried deep inside you. As if you hadn't been banging your brains like crazy those last two weeks. But it is the first time he has been truly open.

You lick your lips, whispering.

"I know you aren't mine yet, but..."

"I want to be."

You look into his eyes, looking for any trace of insecurity from Leon. There was none, just the heavy stare of his confession. Leon reminded you of a younger version of himself, one you saw in a picture, his big blue eyes anxious and his face watching you. You knew you were in danger territory now: Leon was letting you in.

"We could do this" Your voice sounds vulnerable and different from earlier. More emotional "It will be slow. We will take our time. No rush."

"Yes."

Leon Kennedy opens a smile that has you hide your face on his neck. You want more, much more, but for now, this is enough.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy imagines #i seriously 100% hope i made justice to my queen fka twigs #CAUSE THIS SONG IS NOT TOO BE MESSED WITH

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Dean Winchester X Reader Masterlist

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

Angst

💙 Us - request: Can you do a deanxreader songfic to the song us by Regina spektor

💙Goodbye ~ After Dean takes on the mark, his relationship with Y/N starts to fall through the cracks. She’s had enough of him taking out his stress on her, and after years of silencing her pain, she finally lets him know why it’s time to say goodbye.

💙How Do I Become Enough ~Reader and Dean right about her doubts, she feels somewhat isolated and annoyed. No cheating, necessarily, but think along the lines of Dolly Parton’s Jolene

💙Intrusive Thoughts ~Dean was supposed to visit Y/N while she was at work, but when he didn’t show, she got worried. After finally getting ahold of him, she was relieved to know that he was alive. But when another full day passes by without a word, her mind goes into overdrive about what could have happened to him.

💙Voicemails ~ this is a small, angsty thing, and it is 100000% self indulging so please feel free to just ignore it.

💙 Illicit Affairs - Request from anon based on Taylor Swift’s song Illicit Affairs <3

💙 Promise Me This Is Forever - this is for @allywritesblog and #allyswriting event, and im using the quote "promise me this is forever" :)

Fluff

💙 Phone Calls With Dean ~ just a random thing I wrote for a story that didn’t pan out, no real plot to this.

💙Shooting With Dean ~ Dean takes you out for target practice, but something else is on his mind.

💙Time ~Soulmate AU, Y/N has had the ability to pause and unpause time for likely her whole life, believing she was the only person with such a power. One day, she learns that not only is that not true, but the other person is her soulmate.

💙 Salted Baseball Bat - Anon Request: "'They said that gluing salt to a baseball bat to fight ghosts was a stupid idea, but who's laughing now?' you say as you whack the ghost again."

💙 Criminal - DeanxReader request from @rileynicole1967 based on the song Criminal by Britney Spears

💙 Cat-astrophe Written for @spnfanficpond‘s unfic challenge with the prompt “I may have accidentally sort of adopted 5 cats.”fluff, stern!Dean,

💙 Baby Winchester 2021 - Reader finds out she's pregnant, and tells Dean in a cute, fluffy way.

💙 Just Another Day - Fluffy Dean x female!reader Valentine's Day post

Flangst

💙 We're Gonna Get You Through This - reader is triggered back to a horrible memory and explains to Dean why waiting to have sex is best for her.

💙Currently untitled ~ Request: could you do a deanxreader fic where she goes out on a date (maybe to a bar) for drinks with a guy and towards the end of the night, the guy (you pick the name) starts being rough with her cause he’s drunk and hurts her, then dean finds out somehow and comes over to kick his ass then admits his feelings for her?

💙 A Boring Holy Cross Tattoo - A Fic inspired by Cards Against Supernatural with the cards “Dean has 99 problems but ____ ain’t one.” and “A boring holy cross tattoo”.

💙 Amnesia - Request from @rileynicole1967 : Deanxreader one shot or series ;) based off the song “amnesia” by 5 seconds of summer but in the readers pov and at the end he comes back for her and it’s all fluffy and cute.

💙 Half a Man - Follow up to the Amnesia request from @rileynicole1967 - this one takes place the same night as Amnesia, but in Dean’s perspective and based on the song Half a Man.

18 + / Smut One Shots

💙Downtime ~ 18+, smut; After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend.

💙Punishment ~ 18+, smut; After embarrassing Dean at an important dinner, he punishes you with a cold shower.

💙 Size Matters - 18+ Smut DeanxReader request from anon, where reader has a size kink

💙 Poison - DeanxReader request from @kaitlaitlaitl based on the song Poison by Alice Cooper

Mini Series xx

💙 Movie Monsters Part One | Part Two ~ You’re teamed up with Dean, a man you’ve always found obnoxious, to find out the path of a new monster. Of course, things don’t always go as planned. (Complete)

💙 Never Have I Ever Part One | Part Two ~ Part Two is pure smut; College!AU - Dean gets jealous of the attention he thinks you’re receiving from Cas during a small party at your house and doesn’t know what to do with it, so he leaves the room to keep drinking.

💙 Hope is a Dangerous Thing... Part One | Part Two ~ The renowned author of a best-selling crime novel, Y/N Y/L/N, was thrown into a whole new world after her parents were brutally murdered. Their killer never found, Y/N took things into her own hands, meeting the Winchesters in her journey for justice. Even years later, she struggles to let anyone close in fear they’d leave or worse.

💙 i hate u, i love u (1) Slowburn au/Y/N has been in a relationship with Nick for the last 5 years. They’ve had a rough go. There’s been good and bad times, but she finally realizes that the man she thought she loved has been abusing her. Dean offers her a safe haven when she feared she had nothing else. (this may be abandoned, but we will see)

💙Reverse Supernatural ~ request; “Hi!! I have been tossing an idea around for a bit… What if… Now hear me out… What if the Reader was the experienced hunter and she/he has to save Dean and/or Sam who have never known the supernatural existed…?” (only part one is out right now / ongoing / might also become abandoned)

Series xx

💙Family Secrets ~ 18+ ; Your uncle Bobby, and adoptive father Rufus, had a secret. A secret they never wanted the Winchester’s to find out. They had done a good job of keeping you from crossing their path, but now that they've both passed away there is nothing they can do about the brothers finding out their secret; you. (ongoing BUT I really want to and am seriously considering taking it down to rewrite it - this was the first thing I ever wrote and it's... it shows lol) 2/22/24 A/N: I want to return to this series, but since it was pretty much my first fic ever, I really want to rewrite some of the episodes and make it pace better. I understand that that might not be the best solution, however, so maybe I’ll just add inbetweeners or something. Just know I want to come back to finish it and may change some things along the way 😊

#supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean x reader smut #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader fluff #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x reader flangst #dean winchester fluff #supernatural fan fiction

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dailyclarkegriffin · 7 months

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Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023!

Hey Clarke Kru! It's been a while since Daily Clarke Griffin has had an event, don't you think? Well, it's time to change that! We're bringing Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week back for its third year! As always, the event will run from October 24th to October 30th. (We start on Eliza's birthday and end the day before Halloween, it's the perfect time to celebrate Clarke, not to mention it's her birth month too!)

As we've done before, a list of prompts have been selected for each day to give you some inspiration for what you create for the week! Like we have said in the past, this event is hosted for all types of content creators, whether you make gifs or graphics or moodboards or videos or fic, we try to pick out themes we think will work for everyone. Check them out below!

Prompts:

Day 1: Favorite Look — For our first day we'd love to see your favorite Clarke outfit/look! Do you love her classic season one outfit? Maybe you like the black and blue outfits of season two! Or maybe give a nod to her temporary outfits like the Ark flashback or one of her dresses? Maybe you think her short hair could use some more appreciation, or you could even make a compilation of all her different hairstyles throughout the years!

Day 2: Favorite Underrated Friendship — We've done favorite friendship/dynamic, but what about a pairing that you think deserved more love? Maybe you wished we got a lot more out of the Clarke and Wells relationship. Maybe it's another one of the delinquents like Miller or Harper. Or what about Clarke and Roan? There's tons of duos to choose from, tell us your fave underrated relationship!

Day 3: Color — For this day we want to challenge all of your beautiful creative minds by channeling color! Whether that be one single color that makes you think of Clarke or a whole plethora of colors by making a rainbow edit! You could even use a color palette generator for some inspo if you want! Anything goes!

Day 4: Lyrics & Poetry — We love seeing things like this in the fandom and we want to see some more! Find a quote of some sort, whether it comes from a song or a poem or even somewhere else, and let it inspire you into creating something beautiful to celebrate Clarke! This could be in the form of gifs, moodboards, fanart, even a songfic! Whatever you want to create, we want to see!

Day 5: Bi Pride — It's not Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week without bi pride day! As always, we'd love to see all the bi love whether it's with a bi flag inspired gifset, a moodboard with cute bi aesthetics, maybe you could even use some lyrics from your fave bi musician as inspo! (Gentle reminder that this day is about bi positivity, we're here to celebrate Clarke's role as a bi leading character!)

Day 6: Halloween — The holiday is right around the corner and we'd love to see some fun and spooky ideas! You could do something orange and black themed, you can make an AU edit like Clarke as a witch or a werewolf! Maybe a manip of what you think Clarke would dress up as. You could also do some spooky horror-inspired editing if that's your thing. Even a Halloween drabble if you feel like writing instead. We hope you have fun with this one!

Day 7: Free Day — As always, we're going to end the week by giving you free rein to do whatever you like for the final day! If you have an extra idea or something you've been meaning to post, now's the chance to do it! It can be funny or shippy or completely AU or even just another compilation of your favorite Clarke moments! It's the last day so we want to see what you love to make!

There it is! Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023 is officially happening! When the event begins please tag all your creations with #cgaw23 so we can reblog them here on the main blog for all our followers to see. We hope everyone interested in the event is able to participate, and we'd love it if you reblogged this post to spread the word! See you soon, friends! 💗💜💙

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Better Man

Fandom: RPF, American Musician, Elvis, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Rusty (Reader’s Dog), Jerry Schilling, Charlie Hodge, Austin!Elvis

Word Count: 2747 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: And I know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand, But I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Established Relationship, Elvis Movie, Elvis 2022, Breakups, Angst, Heartache, Cheating, Lying, Love, Kisses, Fighting, Toxic Relationship, Physical Altercation, Lisa-Marie Airplane, Elvis on Tour, Tours, Anger, Songfic, Lyrics, Crying, Grief, Lads when i tell u that this one broke me, Pls Cheer Yourself Up With Rusty The Dog, Better Man // Little Big Town

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

I couldn’t sleep. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling unable to switch off my mind. Memories swirled around inside my brain some hurtful, some happy, all a jumble of my life. I sat up rubbing my eyes. They burned now even though I had stopped crying long ago, running empty of tears. I climbed out of bed and walked through to the kitchen of my apartment though left the lights off not wanting to make my eyes hurt even further as I made myself a cup of tea.

My dog, Rusty, danced around my feet excitedly, finally thinking I was out of my funk since I had been in my bedroom since the late afternoon, crying and refusing to leave. He was worried about me and though he didn’t know what was wrong he had stayed with me all day, cuddling into my side in an effort to help.

I sighed and stroked behind his ears suddenly realising that I hadn’t fed him since breakfast, too distracted by my own problems. I grabbed a cup full of kibble from the bag and dropped it into his bowl watching as he dove in excitedly causing new wave of sadness hit me as I realised he hadn’t bothered me at all, putting his own needs behind my own. I must have really seemed just that big of a mess.

I left him happily scoffing his food and made my way to the large window of my lounge which looked out over the city. I held the hot mug of tea in between my hands and took a sip. It stung my dry mouth but I didn’t really mind as it had been the first thing I’d drank in hours. I looked out at the view. The city was abuzz. Cars still weaved through the streets below. Alarms blared. Lights shone brightly in the inky black sky. It was the same as it had been 24 hours ago.

Except it was different for me. Probably different for a lot of others too but I didn’t care about them. Not right now.

‘You know you had to do it,’ a voice in the back of my mind said. I scoffed aloud. I had said that so many times before that it seemed like my mantra.

It was right.

Elvis and I had dated for a long time. I loved him with all of my heart. But we weren’t going to last. He didn’t know what he had when he had it so I had to get out. To save myself.

The memory of the day I left flashed in my mind.

I was sitting on the bed trying to summon the strength to get up off it. My bags were sitting at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me, begging me to come downstairs. But I was stuck on the spot. Elvis was sitting behind me, the silence between us deafening.

‘Do you have to go?’ he asked after what felt like a year. His voice cracked, his throat sounding dry. I sighed. It had been a question I had been asking myself all day. Well, for longer than that. ‘I can’t stay,’ I said. ‘But you want to,’ he countered standing up off the bed and coming around to kneel in front of me. He looked years older, looking up at me with wide eyes, tears brimming on the rim of them. ‘I can’t,’ I said, my own tears spilling over. ‘Why not?’ he said, ‘you love me right?’ ‘More than anything,’ I said sadly, my hand cupping his cheek gently. ‘Isn’t that enough?’ he asked quietly. ‘I wish it was,’ I sniffled. ‘You said,’ he said swallowing thickly, ‘you said that you love me more than anything-’ ‘I do!’ I said. ‘Then why can’t it be enough!? Why can’t we get over this,’ he said. ‘Because I love you enough to forgive you for everything that’s happened…but you don’t love me enough to change,’ I said honestly. Tears spilled over and rolled down his cheeks and I swiped my thumb across his cheek catching some of the dampness there. As he hung his head in shame it made my chest tighten a little.

‘Can you honestly say that you’ll never hurt me again? That some pretty girl won’t turn your head? That I’ll never have Jerry openly lie to me because he’s covering for you? That I’ll never have to force myself awake in the middle of the night just to check that you’re still breathing? That those damn pills ain’t taken you?’ ‘Y/N,’ he said sadly. ‘I’ve tried my best to keep this relationship afloat,’ I whispered, ‘can you honestly say the same?’

My heart felt like someone was squeezing it through my chest as I pulled away from the memory. That was one of the worst days of my life and yet I thought about it quite a bit. Mostly in the middle of the night like now. In the middle of the night when no one would know about it. Yet on those nights I didn’t just think of the bad stuff. The good often showed up too, like now, as another memory flashed through my brain.

‘I really need to get up,’ I giggled. I was lying in bed. My head on Elvis’s shoulder as my fingers fiddled with the necklace he was wearing. His arms were wrapped around me, his lips pressed into my forehead though I could feel him smirk as he whispered, ‘now I don’t know about that.’ ‘Elvis,’ I said moving back so I could look at him, ‘I’ve got stuff to do.’ ‘Better than this?’ Elvis said capturing my chin in between his thumb and forefinger and leaning in to kiss me. It was soft and tender and full of love. It made my heart hammer in my chest. Then he was moving, rolling me over onto my back deepening the kiss as he rested on me gently. ‘No,’ I whispered as he pulled back, ‘not at all but I gotta.’ ‘Stay with me,’ he said his blue eyes shining in the low light as he looked at me. I stroked his soft black hair gently. ‘And why should I?’ I giggled. ‘Because you love me,’ he said simply. ‘Is that so?’ I said. He leaned and pressed a kiss to my lips. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I’m right aren’t I?’ ‘More than anything,’ I said with a smile. Elvis leaned in and kissed me again, his hand stroking my face gently. I had a million things to do. Errands to run, clothes to pack for when we left tonight for a show, I had a hair appointment across town in 20 minutes. And yet, I didn’t want to move. I was happy here.

I smiled at that memory. It was nice to remember him like that. That was what it was like for the most part. Until everything started to unravel. Until he got more and more unhappy. He’d take it out on me. We’d argue. He’d push me away, usually pulling some other woman close for the time being until he was ready to face whatever was going on. Sometimes he wouldn’t even talk to me about it. He’d sit and stew about it and then hours or days later he’d come back to me like nothing had happened throwing me for a loop. I didn’t know if that was better or worse than the fighting.

We pulled up at the small airport on the edge of town. Having flown in yesterday morning we were leaving again a mere 24 hours later. Another day another city. I was tired. Last night had been an epic show, the crowd electric and Elvis a God amongst men. I’d seen the same show every night for the past ten days and every night it was better. I loved seeing him on that stage. Electrifying. Tantalising.

Though this morning was a completely different kettle of fish. After the show, I’d been shepherded back to the hotel, alone, which had left me not knowing if I were coming or going. If I weren’t allowed to stick around it meant Elvis was up to something or something was up with me. When I returned to the room I sat up waiting for him to come back but he never did. Eventually, around 4 am, he entered the room and slipped into the bed beside me but before I could turn around and say anything to him he was snoring tuckered out from the show, what he’d been doing afterwards or something Dr Nick had no doubt cooked up for him to get him to drop off as soon as his head hit the pillow.

And when I woke up he was gone. I sighed and climbed out of bed getting myself ready for the day. I grabbed my cases and headed downstairs handing them to the man loading them all up into the convoy of cars we had. That was the first time I clapped on eyes on him properly since the show last night. He was talking to Charlie, laughing about something, but his smile disappeared as he saw me causing a shiver to run down my spine. So I was right, it was me. The problem was I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. He was often like this. When he got annoyed he’d go moody and silent. Whoever it was directed at would either get a tongue lashing pretty soon after or they’d have to figure out what they’d done wrong which wasn’t always an easy task.

I decided to ignore it. He was mid-conversation anyway and it wouldn’t seem that odd if I didn’t interrupt them. Instead, I headed around to where the girls from the sweet inspirations were waiting for our ride. We chatted for a bit before we were led out to our vehicles and I was forced to leave the girls and get into the car with Elvis and the boys. He allowed me to sit next to him, he even threw his arm behind me on the seat but it never touched my shoulders.

As we pulled up to the jet people clambered to get out of the car, allowing Elvis to lead us up to the jet. He did so, waving to the fans on the other side of the lot screaming for his attention, begging for one last look or wave before he departed their town. The boys and I followed each of them taking a seat on the jet but I stayed standing watching as Elvis headed down to the back of it and into the bedroom.

After a moment, I took a deep breath and headed down to the bedroom, sliding the door open. He looked up as I came in, his jaw set before he turned back to where he was taking his shoes off. I lingered by the door, folding my arms across my chest. He didn’t pay any attention to me and I could feel anger bubbling in my stomach, a feeling that was becoming all too familiar to me.

‘So are you going to tell me what I did or do I have to guess?’ ‘What?’ he said looking up at me with venom. ‘Are you going to tell me why you’re acting like some petulant child? I mean I’m in trouble, right?’ I questioned, ‘for what I don’t know but I’m sure I am.’ ‘You don’t know?’ he scoffed standing up. He came towards me, his jaw tight and a sneer on his face. ‘Honestly?’ I said stepping towards him so we were toe to toe, ‘it could be anything with you these days.’ ‘So I just imagined you and that guy did I?’ he spat. I went to reply but my mind was blank. ‘What are you talking about!?’ ‘Don’t pretend like you don’t know,’ he scoffed pulling back, ‘he was all over you! In the dressing room before the show, can I get you this, do you want me to do this for ya!’ ‘That’s his job!’ I screeched. I was sure everyone would be able to hear us now but I didn’t care. ‘Oh yeah?’ he shouted, ‘was it his job to stand at the side of stage with you? Press his hand on the small of your back as he led you about? Whisper in your ear and make you laugh? Was that also his job?’ ‘We were talking about you! He was a fan of you! He was being nice!’ I said, ‘am I not allowed to speak to a man now? Is that it? Only you? No one but the great Elvis Presley can speak to me! I bet if we played that rule in reverse we’d have a problem, right? If you weren’t allowed to speak to any lil thing in a tight sweater or some cheap piece of ass calling by your hotel room!’

I was screaming now. I hated his jealousy. It tore at me, like claws in my gut every time. How could he doubt me? I loved him so much. He rushed towards me and grabbed me by the face pushing me so I was back against the wood-panelled wall. My heart hammered in my chest. He looked like he wanted to scream at me. Yell obscenities. Instead, he was formulating the words he wanted to say but I got there quicker.

‘I love you,’ I said with a small sad smile though his grip was starting to hurt my face. He pulled back, letting my face out of his grasp. I dropped my gaze trying to stop the tears that had formed in my eyes from falling before I continued quietly, ‘I love you more than anything on this earth and the fact you think I would ever, ever, do that to you hurts me more than you could ever know.’ ‘I just…’ he sighed, ‘I’m out there playing a show and I look out and there you are laughing and joking with some guy. There could be 40,000 in that crowd and I wouldn’t care…so long as you were watching.’

He sat down on the bed rubbing the bridge of his nose and I moved towards him, walking between his legs and tilting his chin up so he’d look at me. He looked tired, deep bags were underneath his eyes and he looked paler than normal.

‘I love you so much,’ I said, ‘I just need you to trust that a little more.’ ‘I do,’ he whispered, ‘I want to…it’s just I see you with guys like him and-’ ‘And nothing. Out of all the time we’ve been together has anyone ever turned my head?’ I said. He shook his head, ‘and that’s never gonna change. I love you.’ ‘I know,’ he said quietly. ‘Good,’ I whispered, pulling his head into my torso and wrapping my arms around him. He clung to me as I stroked his hair, ‘because acting like this…it isn’t good for either of us. It’ll break us from the outside in.’ ‘I know,’ he said sadly.

It hadn’t broken us. I had.

I stopped letting him take me for granted. I left him working through the pain by clinging to the pride that I had done all I could. I had tried my best. That if he wanted me, loved me like he always told me he did he would’ve tried harder. Been a better man.

But right now I didn’t want a better Elvis. I wanted my Elvis. The imperfect Elvis. The one that caused me no end of heartache but also no end of joy. I placed my cup of tea down on the windowsill and wrapped my arms around myself. If I held myself tight enough I could still feel him on my skin. I longed for that tonight.

I longed for him to hold me.

Cuddle me like he used to.

Make the tears I was crying disappear.

But he wasn’t here. I moved to my couch and dropped down into it with a hefty sigh. Grabbing the remote I clicked the TV on listening as the early morning news came on. I hadn’t realised how long I had been up.

‘Good Morning and welcome to your local breakfast news. The date is August 17th 1977 and here are your headlines…’

As I said. The world was different for a lot of people today.

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𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎? | ateez

an ateez as songs!mini-series and open collaboration

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : Written in words, heard through sounds, heartbeats, heavy breathing— it was never meant to be history, just the fleeting songs of your summer one-nights.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : undecided, smut, suggestive

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : summer romances/flings!ateez, songfics, different tropes, please refer to each part for more specific warnings

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : on-going, open collaboration

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : hello bbies and babes! this is a challenge for me to keep myself as short as possible (1k to 3k words max) and an invitation for anyone to add something to it! it's all based on songs i enjoy and use as inspo anyways, so writing songfics on them shouldn’t be too difficult but maybe not writing more will. LMAO

anyhow, i hope you enjoy the series and maybe i can enjoy it with you, too!!! xoxo

about the collab:

in general, the setting is "summer romance" and/or "summer fling" which touches on the idea of “it will be just one night”/“it all happened in one night”, but LMAO i don't have a strict concept of what this mini-series should be !!! use a song as base, or inspiration for the story and just have your fun with it, that's all i ask for <33

to hand in a post, please dm or @ me on it and i will make sure you're added! (i will probably reblog and comment on it anyway)

titles are links!

PARK SEONGHWA

" 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 " 2 minutes, 14 seconds: yellow — pity party (girls club) written in 1.2k words by: me

JUNG WOOYOUNG

" 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 " 3 minutes, 44 seconds: bonnie & clyde — dean written in 3.2k words by: me