#songfics

[sourbinnie]

title -> celos genre -> angst? + fluff in the form of reassurance & love pair -> bf!hyunjin x gn!reader plot -> jealousy consumes you when you least expect it but at least your boyfriend is there to comfort you before making irrational decisions. warnings -> jealousy ofc + one swear word words -> 1542 lowercase intended

tan bonita que amenaza

cuando calla', me da' miedo

tan fría como la nieve

cuando cae desde el cielo

cuando sales por la puerta

pienso que no vuelves nunca

y si no te agarro fuerte

siento que será mi culpa

pienso en tu mira' / rosalia

it was no secret to anyone with two eyes and common sense that hyunjin was an incredibly beautiful person. he had this aura and this finesse that was brought down by the gods themselves and sculptured just like the gorgeous man he was. he walked like he owned the place, he talked like he knew what he was saying and reassured the rest with his maneuver and his confidence. he appeared to be polite, calm and overall just incredibly handsome with his ways. it made you doubt everything you knew about yourself, not in an insecure kinda way (or maybe that's what you were trying to deny) but on a deeper level of you as a person. 

what made him choose you? what made the artist choose you as his canvas, his muse, his work of art? and this is beyond the things he paints and sculptures. this is not coming from his appearance though, you were grateful he chose you, you were beyond thankful to him that he gave you a chance to love him and to get as a return the amazing significant other that he showed you he was every single day. but then you remember as you stay every single day in your apartment as you try to work from home, try to concentrate on the millions of emails you have to send that maybe he was just too much for you. maybe you weren't giving him what he needed, maybe you weren't the one & only he decided to have for the rest of his life. 

he walks out that door every morning to come back exhausted and you've been nothing but understanding about it but what if... someone who had the same lifestyle as him comprehended it better? no (y/n) please don't follow those thoughts, you say to yourself but it was too late wasn't it?

how could he not? 

how could he not prefer an idol? a beautiful, lovely, innocent idol...

you were beyond repairing when your head clouded you with these thoughts. there were no tears but there was a feeling like you were choking on air as you felt worthless in the presence of your boyfriend (who wasn't even here). what if he didn't like this? your jealousy, your envy, your greed, these emotions are only ugly to feel. you wanted him to yourself but at the same time you knew that would never be the case. it would be stupid to think that he would decide to stay with you when you were so selfish right? oh god the tears.

as if destiny knew you perfectly, the sound of the door shutting (as it did every morning) was now right there in your ears but it was still earlier than what you were used to. it wasn't even nighttime when you got up, grabbing the sleeve of your hoodie and wiping your tears away as soon as possible. 

"jagi, i'm home! are you still working?" he asked from the living room as i was trying my best to calm down and not panic. i came out of my hiding spot (my office) and saw him there. oh god did he look splendid, i just couldn't believe my eyes again as i tried to comprehend how a person like this could be with a monster like me. a jealous, nasty monster. maybe it was an insecurity thing or maybe my head was right and all of this would only lead to our downfall in the future. just thinking about it made me freeze on the spot and then the tears were back. "wait, why are you crying? are you okay?" he got closer to me and immediately his fingertips were wiping my pathetic tears away.

"i'm fine, just... long day i guess?" i tried to come up with an excuse but i knew he could see right through me. i wasn't good at lying and he knew that, "okay fine, i'm sorry but i think we need to talk jinnie".

"i'm listening but let's sit down and no more lies okay?" he said, i could sense his tone changing and hinting worry. i knew him like the back of my hand and i guess he was preparing for what i was about to say. as i sat down next to him, all i could think about was the end for us. the end of our relationship that we worked so hard to balance between my life and his hectic & unusual one. how our dates had to be hiding either in my old apartment or in his dorms. how i got to meet his parents and they reassured me that my korean was perfect. how i experienced absolutely every emotion when he asked me to be his significant other. now it will probably be the last time that i got to call him that. "i can't hear your thoughts, you know but i can definitely sense where this is going".

"i'm sorry hyunjin, i just don't know how to even say this" i said and breathed in deep & out. i tried to look for the right words in my mind but everything was still the same old negative bullshit that i always fall for. so i went with my heart and everything that i was feeling but before i could do it...

"you want to break up with me because of my schedules right?" he said, biting his lip nervously and now what invaded me was confusion. "listen i know i don't have time, i know i'm not the best boyfriend in the world and oh god i do not deserve you at all. but i'll find a way to work it out okay? i cannot lose you for the life of me".

"jinnie what are you talking about? i would never leave you because of that" i said and i could sense relief coming through him but then the worry striked again. "or anything for that matter" i added.

"then what is it, baby? 'cause i hate seeing you like this, it breaks me already that i barely get to see you" he confessed and my heart couldn't take it when he said things like these. it was just too much to bare and i just wished i wasn't such a greedy person, i wished that i couldn't feel jealousy.

"i've been thinking a lot about you & i, it's just..." i was choking on tears again but i pulled through and said it for once & for all. "i don't feel like i deserve you, you're just so understanding, lovely and beautiful inside & out, i've been trying not to get jealous lately not of you but of the people you interact with every day".

"what do you mean?" he said, trying to understand me better.

"i just feel like you're better suited with someone who would hold a position like yours, who goes through the same path, who just simply holds that level of beauty that i don't hold" i said honestly and bitterly. i couldn't stand being so selfish when it came to him but sometimes things are better if you let the person you adore the most go.

"babe please don't break up with me, especially not because of that" he said and then i felt his hand intertwined with mine. the look in his eyes was sincere and i felt the grip on our hands tighten like we both didn't wanna let go. "the only person who is gonna suit me forever & ever is you".

"you're only saying that because you feel obligated to" i said and looked down but i could feel his other hand lift up my chin and his glassy eyes didn't lie. "jinnie please don't cry, i'm sorry..."

"i should be the one who's sorry, i haven't been here and you have been feeling this way" he said and sighed as he tried to push his tears away but it was like waterfalls, just no way to stop them now. "(y/n) i need you more than anything, i don't want someone with my lifestyle, the reason why i come home to you every night is because you're my peace. i could not imagine being with someone else 'cause i simply only see myself with you for the rest of my life. you might not be an idol, a model, an actor/actress but you're mine, my (y/n), who i love so fucking much".

i could feel him getting closer to me and closing the gap between us with a sweet kiss. it was probably the most special one we shared because it was magical, it felt so incredibly good, it didn't last long but it was just what i needed. a reassurance like that was once in a lifetime.

"i'm sorry for being like this" and then i got shut down with another kiss. "jinnie lemme talk!" i tried but it was no use.

"i'm sorry, you're just so beautiful..." he said smiling and i could feel the pink tint on my cheeks as i looked at him again and wrapped my arms around his neck. "you'll never know how much i love you..."

i could only imagine...

#hyunjin x reader #hyunjin skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz short imagines #skz angst #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #stray kids imagines #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #stray kids scenarios #skz songfics #songfics #imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #sourbinnie

[traveling-at-the-speed-of-light]

I’ll bite - though I know I won’t get anything. Currently doing Steddie, Narlie or First Prince!

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #heartstopper #mpreg #firstprince #narlie #red white and royal blue #stranger things #steddie #songfic #songfics #mini fic #mini fics #meme #memes #meme fic #meme fics #spotify #music #traveling at the speed of light

[every-dayiwakeup]

Motherless Child

Sleep was no friend to Billy Hargrove. When exhaustion and Miller Lite finally join forces, he can't fight Mr. Sandman any longer.

He used to have dreams once. Now, he wakes up arms reaching out, screaming for his mother to rescue him. Sometimes when his eyes are blurry, he thinks he sees her sitting by him, smiling. Only for a split second, though. Maybe it's not a dream, but a memory tucked away in the dusty corridors of his mind.

His ears are trained to pick up even the slightest of sounds, which comes in handy for survival. Sleep, not so much.

The dark, and the emptiness inhabiting it terrifies him. He likes to sleep under his window, so the sun can shine on him, its rays embracing him in ways he desperately craves.

"Mi sol, did you know the sun is also a star?" she said shortly after tucking him in one night.

"Really?"

"Oh, yes! As long as the other stars are able to find you, you'll never be alone."

"You fucking liar! I hate you! I hate you!" Billy screams, kicking his bedsheets aside, eyes scrunched shut.

Heavy footfalls burden the creaky floorboards outside his room.

Billy knows what's coming. But that doesn't make his stinging cheek hurt any less.

When he finally slips into an uneasy sleep, he turns his back on the stars. On Hope. Just like they turned their backs on him.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. A long, long way from home.

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#tw abuse #tw neil hargrove #reds writing #my fic #billy hargrove #this may be the shortest song analysis fic ive ever done #but it just came to me and i felt the need to write it #also billys mothers name is hope in this #im in my angst era i fear #songfics #been thinking about this song and billy since i heard it #Spotify #also if i forgot to add you to the tagslist im so sorry!!! my memory is really shitty sometimes

[bioplast-hero]

your blue

1k • teen • DekuShin

“You’re back early.” Izuku startles a little at the hushed voice. Here he thought he’d just slip in from the balcony with all his luggage, trying his best not to wake Hitoshi in the middle of the night. He really should know his insomniac boyfriend better than that.

Izuku arrives home after a couple weeks abroad and finds his boyfriend not sleeping.

[Read the fic on AO3]

#DekuShin #ShinDeku #bnha fic #my fic #fic promo #deku #midoriya izuku #shinsou hitoshi #new relationship #self-esteem issues #soft hc #songfics

[snailor-bee]

hi beeee, you already know who i'm going to ask for~ could i ask for a songfic request for law? ( m reader if that's alright with you ;w; ) anything but angst please! <333

AT LAST!! I have finished! > w< I hope you enjoy I wrote with you heavily in mind haha.

Law x M!Reader / SFW  / 877 Summary: A certain captain always manages to get under Law's skin... but sometimes it's not as bad as he thinks. (he/they for Law.) Warnings: Okay I know it said no angst but references to Law past which is sad but I tried not to make it like, angst-y outside of that. Implied sex but not explicit.

Song: The Boxer - Mumford & Sons

I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told

Law scowled at the sight of a familiar ship on the horizon. 

"What should we do captain?" Bepo asked nervously. 

"Let him come," Law sighed, tapping Kikoku on his shoulder a habit they did whenever he felt annoyed. Which was frequent but a certain captain had the ability to spark it even more than normal. 

I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles Such are promises

"Lawww," you purred with delight as you came aboard his sub. Uninvited, Law might add. 

"Y/n-ya," he greeted curtly. "Why are you here?" 

You batted your eyelashes at him. "Me? What, I can't visit my most favorite captain?" 

"No," he replied, turning his back and walking down the steps into the heart of the sub. Law didn't miss the fact that you were hot on their heels. "Get off my sub." 

You whined from behind him. 

Unfortunately, this wasn't that unusual. Since the two captains were on the same track of the Grand Line, meetups were fairly regular. 

All lies and jests Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest

Law only found out hours later, when the sweat had started to dry off of bare skin, the real reason you had shown up. 

"I found out the next island's a winter one." 

He stiffened before forcing himself to relax. Law was positive you noticed regardless, hands propped under your chin, laying on your stomach on his bed, feet kicking in the air. 

"So?" he asked snidely. 

You shrugged with false indifference. "Seems like you don't like 'em much." 

Memories welled up as a chill went up their spine. 

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go

Constantly being cold, the press of sickness weighing his body down, a momentary feeling of acceptance, of belonging before that was ripped away, turning into a new purpose and goal after a man's lipstick smile was covered by snow.

Warm hands gently cupped his face. "Hey." Law looked up to see you smiling. "I'm here. I was thinking we could just hang out in the sub for a while, how does that sound?" 

Law scoffed. He knew what you meant. 'For a while' meant until their respective crews finished restocking and left the island behind.

"I need to work." 

Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there

"Aw come on," you muttered with a grin. "Have some fun with me. Doesn't it sound nice? We can snuggle under the blankets and keep each other warm." You waggled your eyebrows meaningfully, letting them know exactly what kind of 'snuggling' you meant. 

Law rolled his eyes but the gesture was still appreciated. They pulled you close and you nested your face in the crook of Law's neck and they started running their fingers through your hair.  

"It does sound nice," Law confessed low enough to barely be a whisper. 

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the Grand Line winters Aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home

"See?" you cooed with delight. "I can even hand-feed you." Law smacked your shoulder and you laughed. 

"I wouldn't go that far," they said sternly. 

But even still, he could feel the memories falling away, like snow melting under the heat of the sun. With you by their side, how could they feel sad? You could make even a winter island feel warm. Law kissed your forehead. 

"You don't think it's weak?" Law asked, resting their cheek on your head. You hummed with question. "Hiding away from it all." They didn't explain what 'it' was. He hadn't mentioned it, but you had apparently guessed that he didn't like winter islands and that was information enough. 

You moved out from under their hand pulling back just enough to peer up at him. "I don't think it's weak at all. You're a fighter, Law. Just because you want to avoid one fight, one thing that haunts you, it's not weak. Not when you face everything else head-on." 

Law scoffed. "You don't even know what it is." 

"Maybe one day you'll trust me enough to tell me," you shot back just as quick. "It's not a competition or a race." 

They stewed on that for a moment before rubbing a thumb against your cheek. "Thanks. I owe you one." 

You broke out in a wicked grin. "Oho? Well I got something in mind..." 

The sound of your laughter echoed off the walls as Law flipped the two of you over. 

In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving But the fighter still remains

#bee writes #bee writing #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece law #trafalgar law #law x reader #traflagar law x reader #one piece songfic #songfics

[jeyuwuso]

I miss songfics. I don't care how cringe they are, I'm literally always so down for a songfic

#fanfiction #songfics #i haven't seen one in forever

[caleism-1]

#songfics #tcf #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #cale #lcf #lout of the count’s family #kim rok soo #not mine #krs #tcf cale #lcf cale #og Cale #more

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Songfic LineUp

Howdy, ya’ll! These are the songs I plan to make into fics at some point for this AU! (As well as some in the line-up for Sparky!) No particular order! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27!

Mulan(II):

Lesson Number One

Like Other Girls

Reflection

Tangled:

I See The Light

I’ve Got a Dream

Princess and the Frog:

Never Knew I Needed

Cinderella:

Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo

Beauty and the Beast:

Belle

The Mob Song

Beauty and the Beast

Hercules:

Go the Distance

One Last Hope

Aladdin:

One Jump Ahead

Frozen:

Let it Go

Makin’ Today a Perfect Day

Pinocchio:

I’ve Got No Strings

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves:

Whistle While You Work

A Smile and a Song

Hunchback of Notre Dame:

A Guy Like You

Out There

The Little Mermaid:

Part of Your World

Under the Sea

Kiss The Girl

Poor Unfortunate Souls

Sleeping Beauty:

Once Upon A Dream

The Lion King:

Just Can’t Wait to Be Queen

Hakuna Matata

Encanto:

What Else Can I Do?

Pocahontas:

Colors of the Wind

Sparky’s Fics:

Almost There (TiAlya)

Father Knows Best (Adripunzel & Gabriothel)

Can You Feel the Love Tonight

Princess Alix

Friend Like Me

Feel free to put requests in comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #class of heroes #disney au #songfics

[nonbinary-jakeseresin]

I need to get back into writing but I wanna start small so ....

Send me an ask with ANY song of ANY language and I will write a 250 word drabble for you.

Pairing would probably be hangster if not just Gen and platonic things. But you can ask for a specific pairing if you want!! I'll try my best.

#hangster #top gun: maverick #jake seresin #mine #drabbles #songfics

[dramioneasks]

any songfics based on any mitski song or “never love an anchor” by the crane wives ?

I can't find anything, sorry.

Edit: Thanks!

m1schiefmanag3d: Try washing machine heart by ittybittybabyy https://archiveofourown.org/works/31163858 **mind the tags**

#anonymous #songfics

[jessicanjpa]

Today I suddenly remembered how my friend group and I were obsessed with Travelin' Soldier by The Chicks and now I can't stop thinking about how the song works as a tragic Jalice Vietnam War AU...In fact I might have read a Jalice fic based on that song way back when the movies were still coming out

Oh that works 🥺 (cafe=diner??)

Drop us the link if you find the fic!

#Inbox #Alice/Jasper #AH/AU #Songfics #Vietnam War #Do people write songfics anymore?

[sourbinnie]

title -> take me back (take me back literally) genre -> angst (oh my god, is that all i write) + hopeful ending plot ->  your relationship fell apart with minho but he still remembers everything about you, especially that one trip to monaco. warnings -> minho sometimes curses a bit too much + implied sexual content (one unholy night that's it but no explicit stuff) pair -> ex!minho x gn!reader words -> 1572 lowercase intended a/n -> this one's kinda bad but eh, i wanted to publish it anyways bc this song is my boo

las luces, las noches que fuimos de bares las vez que peleamos y perdiste las llaves se extraña todo lo que fue tenerte haría todo por volver a verte mirar tus ojos y esta vez perderme

monaco / lagos & danny ocean

every time i thought about them it was as if flashbacks came rushing through me. the wind hitting me in the face, the bright sunny day, the music that the radio played, the long car drives that never ended, everything felt too familiar yet so distant. as if you were nothing but a lost memory that i left on a vacation in monaco.

if i told anyone why we split up, they wouldn't believe me. 

everyone would say that we were the perfect couple, the combination that came once in a lifetime and then you stayed with that special someone till the end of time. i beg to differ that we weren't perfect at all, we just showed a version of ourselves in front of people and in the more intimate moments everything would collapse slowly. it wasn't toxic but it wasn't healthy either. yet if i knew that what we had wasn't good, why am i missing you so much? why do i wake up everyday wishing you were by my side? why do i want our first vacation back in monaco to grace me back? just let me repeat it one more time before i go to sleep and keep dreaming of you.

why do i keep saying this place? this country? 'cause i know what we had was special. i know that what we lived there was out of this world even if it was my vacation with the boys and i brought you along, and literally everyone called me a simp, i did not care. 

we explored so much, drank way too much and did unholy things but i wouldn't change that for the world. you taking my hand as the sunshine would reflect our shadows on the pavement. you bringing me closer and giving me the sweetest kiss for the world to see. you saying that you didn't wanna leave, you didn't wanna go back because you would miss me when i would go back to work, broke my heart and as much as i wanted to say "let's stay here forever", it was just an illusion and nothing else.

i know you (y/n), i know you're probably thinking that i don't miss you, that those words said to me that night are just a reflection of what i feel. i would do anything right now to see you, i miss everything you gave me, everything you were. even if it brought some of the saddest moments, i do not care, i am so fucking in love that i will go to couple's therapy with you if it's a way to fix us. i would quit my job, move to monaco for fuck's sake, i just want you back. 

i shouldn't be reaching for my phone right now like i knew exactly what i was gonna say 'cause i did not have a fucking idea of what i'm doing. i needed to hear your voice, everyone around me knew i needed you, the boys, my parents, even the staff and jyp himself knew that i wasn't acting the same way since the break up. 

since we split ways and decided to let our relationship die, i've been dead myself. trying to hold on, trying to put a fake smile, trying to just not fall apart in front of everyone. when they asked me why, i just said things weren't "working out" which is partially true but maybe i'm realizing now that if i put more effort and didn't let go like i did that night, we would've ended up in a better place.

i dialed your number, i prayed to everything & everyone that you didn't block me. and in fact you didn't...

maybe you were waiting for this as much as i was?

maybe you just needed me to call.

or maybe i should hang up and pretend this never happened in the first place.

"hello? minho?" your voice caught me off guard. i haven't heard it in a while and i've been processing in my head way too much. panicking as anxiety settles in and just knowing that i have to keep this conversation up, not wanting to let you go again.

"hey (y/n) i'm sorry, this is way out of nowhere and i-i needed to talk to you." voice crack and everything, good job minho. "i know you probably don't wanna talk to me right now but-."

"i did wanna talk to you, you know i'm always waiting for you to come back right?" what? did they actually say that or am i hallucinating again? 

"what do you mean?" what the hell would it mean minho!? why am i so goddamn awful at speaking, jesus christ. "i just, i didn't expect you to be waiting after what happened that night."

i was invaded by awful memories. no more monaco, no more sunshine, no more petals, just a cold rainy night in seoul in our shared apartment that now only belongs to me. i said some fucked up things, i destroyed everything we built with just words, i regretted every single night since then. i know they were also wrong in some things but it's nothing compared to the things i've said out of pure anger, fear and disappointment. 

i didn't want that but i also knew i couldn't keep living like this, thinking that there was a chance that we could go back and fix the mess we made.

"i know, i thought so too and it wasn't fair to me what you decided to do that night." you said calmly and i understood, i wasn't an idiot, i wasn't angry or throwing things thinking you were in the wrong. i took it because i know i hurt you and i'm...

"sorry, i'm always gonna be sorry for what i said, for what i did and for all the things that happened." i was feeling the tears and it was rare, i didn't like to cry. i've been told i don't cry at all even when sad moments happen, i just don't have the strength to do so when usually it's the opposite for most people. "i know you know that we were both in the wrong, we fought endlessly and i needed to let you go somehow and i chose the worst way, i will always be sorry."

"it's okay, i don't blame you even if it hurt me, even if it stings sometimes, i know it wasn't you talking and i know my minho way better than that." my minho...

my minho was gonna kill me and bury me for god's sake, i'm losing my mind. the tears, the dizziness, everything was falling in it's place and i still didn't know what to do. i didn't expect things to go like this but i knew it was my chance to make it better.

"(y/n) i'm gonna make it simple, you know i'm not good with words, in fact i've been panicking trying to think of what to say to you." i laughed but it wasn't the laughter that they knew, it was more of a choked up kind, one that was desperate to be told what to do in this situation. "i haven't been the same since you left, i can barely function, i don't know what i'm doing most of the time as i wait for you (and it looks like you've been waiting for me too), hoping you'll return."

speaking as you're crying is probably the worst way of communicating but i was taking this like my last opportunity to mend everything.

"i want you back, i'll do anything to be with you again." i said lightly and softly 'cause words were barely coming out of me. "i love you, i will never stop loving you and i've been remembering so much of our history but mostly that specific vacation we had with the boys..."

"oh so you're also thinking in monaco? the promise we made right?"

how could i forget the most important part? as we stared at the sunset, you held your pinky finger and i thought it was dumb and childish but when we intertwined them and promised to never let go, to always hold on to what we had even in our darkest times, even if the skies were no longer blue but gray & dull, i would have your back and you would have mine. i broke it somehow and in some way but i didn't mean to, i never let go, i never wanted to end things and i was hoping, praying, you didn't either.

"i'm always thinking about it, i'm always thinking about you, about us..." i said and sighed. i gave it all and somehow it still felt like a weight when i heard their voice, because i had to make up for so many tears. "please give me another chance, i won't promise because i know you're probably thinking that i'll break it but i need you back in my life, i love you."

as sincere as i got and as cliche as it was, i just couldn't contain it anymore.

"i love you too but we have to talk about it in person okay? can you hold on a bit for me min?" you said, this time tenderly and softly. i nodded even though you couldn't see it and that's when i said...

"anything for you jagi".

#skz drabbles #skz imagines #minho x reader #skz minho #skz lee know #skz short imagines #skz songfics #songfics #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz angst #skz scenarios #minho imagines #minho drabbles #sourbinnie #minho angst

[traveling-at-the-speed-of-light]

Master Post: Wrapped Fics #1, #2, #3

Thankyou to @ucannotkillmeinawaythatmatters for every single one of these. My playlist (and writer's block) thanks you!

#1 - Steddie, 15 (Outsiders by Against The Current)

#2 - First Prince, 24 (Freezing by Mimi Webb)

#3 - Narlie, 89 (Bois Lie (feat. Machine Gun Kelly) by Avril Lavigne)

~1~

Steve never thought being disowned would be a good thing. The Harringtons, his ancestors, had been privileged, a working family made of old money that had built most of Hawkins's buildings and even owned them one time or another.

Steve had expectations put upon him, a legacy and worse, the family name to live up to and while he’d never done a decent job of it, losing it was a new experience. He’d do it all over again if it meant Eddie would still take him like he already has.

God, Eddie. Eddie was a true outsider to Steve when they first met, now they’re sharing a bed and a life Steve only glimpsed in teenage angst fueled dreams, Steve now being nameless and Eddie fearing people still, both damaged beyond repair.

They had always felt alone and unloved in the world, everyone around them golden while they trudged through black and blue and hurting till now. Now, when every broken bone Eddie once had below the surface has healed and Steve no longer has to tell lies to save his reputation or live in broken walls that never held him as tightly as Eddie does when they’re sleeping in Wayne’s trailer late at night as the moon shines through the trees.

They might be outsiders now, Steve a rebel and Eddie still a freak, but they’re free. They aren’t hiding anymore, their true selves out in the open for all to see.

The others/ They don’t know what they’re missing.

~2~

Alex has never felt so cold in his life in this moment and he’s been in England, his face a mask of indifference as he views the recent call list on his phone to see Henry’s WhatsApp number in a list of the same digits going on for endless scrolling before it disappears.

The Latino never thought he would have to be the cold one in the relationship. He’d tried, he’d /tried/ to put up with Henry, but the constant rules, the hiding, it was too much.

He couldn’t keep sneaking behind everyone’s back just to get his cock sucked every one in a while before he was ruthlessly tossed like trash away from the prince and told to pretend like nothing happened. They weren’t together, yet Henry acts so plainly like they were and it makes him hurt under the ice he’s put over his emotions.

At one point, Alex had fallen for that delusion, yes, he’ll admit that, but he’d seen though it now - how Henry only called when no one was around and made sure everyone was none the wiser and not getting a hint, any hint, that him and Alex were more than the “close personal friends” that they were made to be.

Henry said the last time they saw each other in Paris, when Alex instead of making love to him pushed him away, that everybody makes mistakes, but Alex knew that this “mistake” could hit hard and hurt other people than just them. It makes his decision to tell him point blank that he’s leaving, come home, shut that door and swallow the keys even more brutal, but he had to. Not just for Henry to get the hint that he wanted more, deserved more, but so Henry would see with a push that living his life in the shadows and on other people’s opinions and time weren’t worth it.

It more than likely looked like Alex ran for the hills or in more proper terms, abandoned ship to the other, given he’s not answering his calls and declining his invitations, but he had to be ruthless. It was cold, so very goddamn cold and very not like him in retrospect, but he had to do like Henry had - cage his heart for the foreseeable future and work on his mother’s campaign without interruption and without Henry’s continued commentary on his life.

It wasn’t just cold anymore once he closed his phone - it was downright freezing.

~3~

Normally, Charlie Spring doesn’t like to get into fights. Much less fights that he didn’t expect to even get into in the first place, but now he’s here, broken objects around him and the current villain - his  supposed to be boyfriend Nick Nelson -  looming over the other side of the room as they both breathe heavily, cheeks stained red and tears on both their faces, a blowout fight having commenced due to several factors.

First of all, Charlie cheated on him. Yes, he knows that’s horrible and shameful it’s all on him, but it’s really not given Nick was no fucking saint either. The man had a tongue like a razor blade and lately, had been lying straight to his face about several things, the comments and passive responses feeling like Nick was twisting a knife into his back and carving his name all over Charlie like he was owned and not loved like he had been. Like he used to be.

On top of that, Charlie had become anxious of late and had to make up little stories in order to cover up everything he’d been doing off to the side, due to Nick just obviously not caring for him anymore despite pretending to be faithful and forthright with him, just telling him what he wants and weaving words to create magic in Charlie’s ears before it disappears and leaves him hollow. Charlie wanted revenge and he’d gotten it, the only problem with it was that with telling the truth, the illusion shatters.

Last night had been a particularly bad spell, as that’s what had led to now - Charlie’s guilt making him talk way too much and no longer able to continue doing “fake shit” as Nick had coined it during the hours-long row that had now put them in a standoff where they had no idea where to go from because both of them never told each other the truth, neither of them saying sorry and throwing everything in their way to avoid it.

Soon enough, Nick, heavy with regret and hunched over with the pains of sadness and guilt of losing his patience and knowing he’s caused all of this (though Charlie’s sure his friends would say Charlie was the  bad guy while his own would say Nick was) stares him down and Charlie watches forlorn as he leaves the room, the sound of the door slamming upstairs making his heart stop with it’s echo and suffer before he falls to the floor, the remnants of what was happiness and acceptance in pieces around him.

It doesn’t take a genius for someone like him to know that life as he knows is over for good.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #heartstopper #mpreg #firstprince #narlie #red white and royal blue #stranger things #steddie #songfic #songfics #mini fic #mini fics #meme #memes #meme fic #meme fics #spotify #music #ask #ucannotkillmeinawaythatmatters #traveling at the speed of light #first prince #red white &amp; royal blue

[asliceoftoast]

hehehe on my flight they had a hot country playlist and on it was Die From A Broken Heart by Maddie & Tae and More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress 🤠🫶🏼

the first song inspired my current wip and is the title of the first chapter and the second is a song that inspired a japril one shot!!

women in country >>>>

#japril #april kepner #jackson avery #fanfic #country music #maddie & tae #ingrid andress #delta #songfics #ppl of taste #Spotify

[bioplast-hero]

Time to Spare

1k • teen • TokoHawks

“Fumikage,” Hawks’ voice buzzed over the telephone, “where the heck are you?” “At the store,” Tokoyami answered simply. He was spending entirely too many minutes deciding which beer Hawks would prefer, his only instruction having been to ‘pick up some cold ones.’ These were, indeed, cold. “C’mon! If you don’t hurry, you’ll miss the majong ladies.” “Majong? But I thought this gathering was—” “Stitch ’n Bitch, yeah! That’s next…”

Hawks finds endless hobbies when he retires from that hero life at 23, and he’s absolutely making it Tokoyami’s problem.

[Read the fic on AO3]

#Tokoyami x Hawks #bnha fic #my fic #fic promo #quirkless Hawks #Tokoyami Fumikage #post-war #songfics

[anawrites3]

Thinking of songfics because I listened Dangerously by Charlie Puth and it's giving me brudick but also Castle by Halsey is making me think of sladick

#my ramblings #songfics