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Wonderstruck
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Ex!Reader
Summary: Simon Riley finally takes it upon himself to check up on his childhood best friend and ex lover. He's been torturing himself reminiscing on your relationship and what went wrong for years now. Little does he know... you're in the same boat. Having seen someone today you swore was Simon on your way to work, you too, reflect on the past.
Words: 3.2k
Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Stalking(?),
Mentions of: Drinking, Smoking, Motorcycle Riding
A/N: I don't know why but I constantly am getting inspired by certain songs, or am reminded of certain characters, and all the lyrics were just screaming childhood best friends to estranged lovers, right person wrong time Simon Riley. Nevertheless, if you'd love to listen to some versions of the song which inspired me, here we are! Line divider credit: @saradika-graphics and I'd also love to thank @penelopepine for helping me with the ending <3
He knew it was a bad idea as soon as it'd crossed his mind, yet somehow he couldn't rid himself of it time and time again. That's how he found himself here; watching you cross the street, he can't help but notice the vintage band t-shirt you have on, frayed at the edges with the little strings of the hem coming undone that you've refused to cut off. In you hands you clutch a new phone, no doubt an upgrade from the last one he'd seen you with- though it's been a while.
As you mindlessly tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he can't help the way his insides churn. You were always effortlessly beautiful; you never had to try for anything. Even now, the way you can walk across the busy cobblestone side streets of London in high heels without seemingly second-guessing yourself, body language still poised on guard and ready in case anyone tries anything, just like he'd taught you.
It's clear from your outfit and the lipstick you’re donning that you're attempting to sway the officials at work. Maybe trying for that promotion you’d always been talking about, but never had the gumption to make today the day. What’s different about today, he wonders. You'd always been a go-getter, and truthfully, it was something Simon admired about you. Even in the moments where he'd resented it the most, the constant pestering and prodding at him in an attempt to get him to move and drag him out of the holes his dug himself into...
Where would he be now if only he listened?
What if you knew better?
He couldn't deny that the thoughts kept him up at night while he was away. Though, admittedly, more often than not it was the string of random memories that he’d get glimpses of during the day. It’d always be at the worst times, too. Two weeks ago in Berlin he’d been clapping Kyle on the back, hoping he’ll get it together as he stumbled out the pub. While Soap had the camaraderie to slug half his mate’s weight over his broad shoulders, Simon found himself unable to help as his eyes were drawn in by a couple a few paces down the block.
“Bollocks!” He’d shouted out in frustration. Double-checking himself, he didn’t have a spare cap on him, and he knew he sure as hell didn’t bring an umbrella on your little last minute ‘trip’. Not that he’d really call walking down to the local Tesco for snacks late one summer evening a trip. ‘It’ll be an adventure! Just think of it like that.’ You’d persuaded him.
“What? Are you going to melt?” He hears you joke. As his brown eyes land on your face when you turn to meet his gaze, a few steps ahead of him down the road, he can’t help the smile that breaks out across his lips upon your laughter. Sure, you may both be a little drunk after spending the evening in and having a drink or two. But it doesn’t change the way he feels about you, if anything, it makes him even more keenly aware of the way you affect him.
“Maybe. Who knows?” He teases in responses, tugging his jacket up and over his head to shield himself from the cool summer rain. Despite the time, now he’ll most likely need a shower when you get home. As he jogs to catch up and bring you under his little makeshift cocoon, you do the unexpected.
It was you, of course… he should’ve known better, always testing him, pushing him. With a gentle drop of the plastic bag full of snacks upon the side of the road you’d been strolling down, he watches as you run into the empty street. The streetlights illuminate you in a hazy orangey-yellow light as you begin to spin and twirl, dancing in the street.
With a shake of his head, he’s left stunned once again by the vast difference of your personalities. Your jeans and t-shirt are starting to get damp and discolored, and there’s a taunting, displeased remark sitting on his tongue just waiting to be made. It’s the utter joyous smile on your face as you tip your head back and relinquish yourself to your fate that leaves him wonderstruck, he thinks.
“Come on, Simon!” You beckon, finally meeting his gaze once again with that familiar carefree, hopeful look behind your irises. With an outstretched hand, he knows he can’t deny you this… and really, there’s something inside him that tells him he doesn’t want to, either.
“It’s her, innit?” He hears his Captain’s voice call over his shoulder. Pulled from his memories, Simon dismisses Price with a nonchalant grunt. As the old man tries to place a hand on his shoulder he dodges it, realizing he’s been watching the couple for longer than he’d thought. With Soap and Gaz almost to the end of the block, Simon sighs before shrugging his shoulders to right his jacket and head off in their direction for backup.
That was a time when your playfulness been more easily taken and accepted without question. No fighting, no push back, resentments… maybe that was it: he’d stopped going with the flow. He’d stopped accepting the punches and started dodging and weaving your advances at fixing things and picking up where he left you. Because while it’s too late now, he’s finally realized it for what it is: he left you in the dark, he’s the one who pushed you away, closed himself off.
That night he’d curled up in the temporary bed he’d been assigned, more memories continued to consume him. The way you’d effortlessly ease his worries on nights he’d come home stressed, feathers ruffled from whatever petty drama went on during the day. Whether it was something the guys said that stuck with him, or something he couldn’t get out of his mind when he came back from deployment. Your kisses always seemed to be the cure, your love… or maybe it was just… you.
“You know furrowing your brows like that will cause wrinkles,” you inform him, reaching out to run gentle fingers over his bunched skin.
A grunt of acknowledgment leaves his lips. “More for me to worry about, hm?” While it’s all he says, his eyes are searching over your composure.
“No,” it leaves your lips without thought, “just something to think about, be mindful of. If you’re not upset, then why furrow them?” Voice quiet in the moonlit apartment, your fingers smooth out his brows gently as you admire him. “I read something the other day about how it’s possible our body informs our mental state. If you’re tensing all the time, it won’t help your stress, Si.”
He simply hums in response, doing nothing to stop you as you ghost your lips over his for a moment before planting a loving chaste kiss to his. While big and wide warm hands find the exposed bit of skin between the hem of your sleeping pants and the shirt you wear, it’s the unexpected cool sensation that elicits a muffled gasp. Your much smaller hands are sneaking up underneath his sweatshirt to explore his abdomen, caressing him like he were made of soft silk. Your lips meet again for a chaste kiss.
Then it’s turning into something more; you have to take it slow, your lips dancing against one another, his hand rubbing your back to let you know it’s alright. As you begin to run out of breath, it’s only when you pull away, lashes fluttering against his skin that you ask him. “You know I’d love you even with wrinkles, right?”
Taken aback, he can’t help but stare. Unsure how to respond or what to do, his lips part in search of words. “Is that so?” He finally questions, hand giving your side a soft squeeze.
“My favorite boy… I love you to the moon and back… scars and all. I always have, and I always will, Simon,” you whisper, ghosting his lips again before planting one on him, “I just hope you know that.”
And at the time, he swore he did. It’s odd, really, and he wouldn’t lie to himself about it either. Simon tried dating after you, he tried hooking up, he tried it all… but it never felt right. As many times as he replays the memory, he can never get past the feeling of home. With you, it felt like home. You never made him feel expendable, or worry of the abandonment he knew would inevitably come.
For years afterward he blamed you, he saw it as your fault that you left, you abandoned him… when, maybe, really it’s finally time he admits it was him. He made it a self-fulfilling prophecy, and there was nothing you could do.
It's on your way home from work that you see them; while waiting for the bus, there's a playground in the park a few meters away. Really, the idea that human nature is predictable is always laughable at first, but only after watching people and stepping back to become an observer you've noticed from time to time that... it's more than true. Even from a distance, the children in the park look happy... but that's not what catches your eye. There's a blonde boy, and a girl, much like yourself when you were younger, playing what you can only assume is something halfway between hide and seek and tag, considering the playground offers more space and obstacles than hiding spots.
Perhaps it's the joyous looks on their little faces, or the way they unabashedly play, carefree and unaware of the adult worries and burdens the world hangs above their heads, just waiting any day to drop upon their shoulders unexpectedly. However, you can't help but reminisce on the ways you'd spent your childhood playing games much like the one the children are playing in the distance with a boy, very similar to the one before you, loving life, content, happy, simply aspiring to be the best at finding your ultimate hiding spot.
The soft squeak of the wheels coming to a halt before you and the mechanical release of air as the doors open brings your attention back to the present. Before you know it, you're on the bus, unconsciously taking a seat along the windows, hoping, just maybe you'll catch a glimpse of them as the bus drives down the road down its route. Though as you pass, the sun is beginning to set in the distance, the children departing the playground their separate ways as dusk begins to take its toll and curfew sets in place. The whole time you'd been focused on yourself, it's entirely possible that your own boy wound up beating you at your own game, finding the best spot and hiding himself away from the rest of the world.
Maybe it's the fact that you could've sworn you'd seen someone that looked almost identical to Simon on your way to work this morning, but memories continue to plague your mind for the first time in months. All the weekends he'd spent over at your house doing aimlessly silly things to fill your time, from science projects, to playing 'warrior' outside, you never felt more alive than the time you two spent together.
"I'll keep ya safe, yeah? Nothin' to worry about," Simon insists, gently guiding you to the side of the vehicle. Despite going out with your friends to the city for dinner, you both were sober. It should be fine, it would be. You'd been with him a million times... how different could it be? He'd run it by you as many times as you'd asked.
You swear it's not a good idea, but you trust him to the ends of the Earth. With a look over your shoulder, his brown eyes are steady, not uncertain in his unwavering gaze as he nods in assurance. Swinging a leg over the seat, you're in front this time. Helmets in place, hands on the clutch and brakes, you make eye contact with Simon once more before he flicks both your visors down. "Ready?" You ask him.
"More than ready, Love," he quips. With a quick shove to the kickstand, balance (with Simon's help of course), and a rev of the engine, you start the motorcycle off slowly. Gloved hands around your waist, he gives you a gentle squeeze.
He was always pushing you out of your comfort zone, that one. It was the first time you'd driven his motorcycle, and while it'd been scary and daunting for the first fifteen minutes, you eventually got used to it and it blossomed into something freeing. You understood then why he likes it, and you'd never been more grateful for someone pushing you out of your bubble. While flashes of all the kisses, caresses, and intimate moments between the two of you start to effervesce, you force yourself to remember the last time you'd seen him.
With a lingering hug, you're hesitant to let him go. Even if you know it's necessary, it's still hard... it always has been. "You'll let me know when you get in, right?" You ask, searching his eyes. They stand out from the black warpaint, his uniform always made him look handsome, even if you couldn't imagine how intimidating seeing his actual attire would be in his enemies position.
A dismissive and irritated grunt meets your ears as he shrugs your hands off. He'd packed quickly, something he's been doing more recently; taking more and more jobs, you've begun worrying for his health, not that he'd talk about it, of course. "If I 'ave time."
While you weren't able to get all the details on this excursion, you did manage to get that it was essentially a 'clean-up' for him. He had to go in and make sure that the hostages they'd had a lead on were all rescued and no one was left behind, no assailants or informants lingering or hiding. You've known that his job is hard on him. Losing people can't be easy, especially when you feel like you could've done things differently and changed the ending to their stories. Yet, you also know that throwing yourself into work the way he's been doing without talking to anyone, simply managing to pass debrief counseling by whatever meter their measuring is... not working. Not anymore, at least.
"You're running from this! You won't even answ-" you shout, gesticulating as you do everything in your power to keep the anger and worry that's tightly wound wrapped up in your gut under control, not to let anymore of it seep out than already has.
"An' you're one to talk?! You don't get to interrogate me," he argues, rounding the couch to get closer. The dark circles under his eyes scream volumes, even if he's unwilling to acknowledge whatever's going on for him. "I deal with that enough in my line o' work. Don't-"
"Simon," you say, tone holding that familiar warning tone.
You'd gotten home safely and were able to change and make something to eat. The feelings haven't left the cavity of your chest, still lingering there, the way he always does. He may be 'Ghost' on the field, yet he still haunts your memories, always making you question whether or not you did the right thing. What if only you'd done more? What if you hadn't pushed him so much? It wasn't always in a bad way, either, in fact, most of the time you'd find yourself chuckling randomly at some inside joke only the two of you share, or something he'd find funny. The stolen sweaters and hoodies you know for a fact long ago washed away his scent. Even if you swear sometimes that you can smell the faint odor of cigarettes he used to smoke. In the city when you're out with the girls you'd find yourself fondly inhaling the smell whenever a stranger would be smoking one nearby.
You'd cursed him: Simon Riley. Yet, the aching inside you he left often made you feel like he there's some sense of closure he never fully gave you. The SAS would tell you that he'd get your letters, even if you stopped writing years ago a little while after the split. You never got a response, and you never really expected one. Simon never really was one for letter writing. It was the only way you felt like you could get that closure, that part of your life done with. Ultimately, it did help you move on in some way.
A sigh tumbles past your lips as you change the channel on the television, unsure what you really feel like watching. A reality comedy show is on, something of a local prank show. It wasn't the best show, really, but it's one you used to watch a lot as a kid, and thus, another reminder of him. This one makes you smile, nonetheless. It's a good memory; nostalgia envelopes you in the way that makes you crave times that felt easier. Just when you wrap yourself in your fuzzy blanket, there's a soft rapt at the door.
Heart accelerating, eyes widening slightly, you slowly rise from the couch. The television volume isn't on loud, and while there may be light coming from it to inform a stranger you're home, that isn't enough to say that you're alone. With slow and cautious steps, you approach the door, careful to check the window near the door from a vantage point you're unseen. It's a man in a black hoodie. Panic sets in and you turn to skillfully head back toward the couch in search of your phone with quiet and quick steps. That's when it strikes you.
With all pretenses abandoned, you rush to the door and fling it open, lips parted in shock and awe. "Simon?" Searching and attempting to scan the partially shielded face, you're able to see tufts of blonde hair lit from the porch light.
"I know you've no reason to-" he starts, hands removing themselves from his hoodie's pocket, "but please let me come in and explain."
"You came back," you whisper. It's more for yourself than him, and whether it's out of bewilderment, intuitive knowing, or a premonition; you were right.
As he takes a step forward and reaches out for you with shaky hands produced from the familiar black pocket of his hoodie, you don't retract. Slow and tentative movements on both ends, he grabs ahold of one hand, thumb consciously skirting back and forth repeatedly in a form of grounding and seeking comfort. "You were right," his deep voice rasps.
Your hand cautiously seeks his cheek beneath the shield of his hood. Fully expecting to meet the spandex material of his balaclava, you're surprised by the warmth of his skin underneath your gentle touch. Wrist pushing against the cotton hood, it gives way, revealing his face. Searching his deep brown eyes for any sign he's genuine... you're met with truth.
With a weak nod you turn, leaving the door to shut softly behind the two of you.
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Gonna start working on a clarrise x reader one shot where ur exes start dating (Silena and Luke) inspired by Tummy Hurts by Renee Rap thoughts 😃?????
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For your song ask my dear <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBlGUuYPYOE
Lover in the Sky - by Reinaeiry
Danny/Jason, Jason is on some mission in space
this one stumped me for a second, i had to listen to the song like five times before i could figure out where I wanted to take it lol
Lover in the Sky
Danny sighed and stared up at the sky. Jason was with the Outlaws and he had taken a piece of Danny with him while he was there. Logically, Danny knew he could go up there, track down Jason's ship and spend the night with him. But his star had told him it was an important mission, one that required no distractions. And well, Danny would be a distraction for the crime lord, regardless of if he was actively trying to or not.
So instead, he found himself staring up at the sky wherever he went, no matter the time. He would send his love questions as though Jason could hear them. He would ask about the clouds, if he thought that they were soft and smooth like satin, if they were warm to him? Danny knew the answers, knew how the felt underneath his finger tips as he flew through the air but he wanted to know how his love thought of them, how he felt about the sky.
Each night Jason was away he found himself awake, staring at the moon lit stars, hoping that maybe he would catch a glimpse of the Outlaws flying through the air. He couldn't help himself.
This was the longest he and Jason had been apart from one another since they had started dating just a year before. And Danny found himself yearning for his love, for his other half. For the moon that complimented his stars.
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Jason hated space.
He didn't, not really. But he found himself hating it for the mere fact that he was here without Danny, without the one who loved space more than anything in the world. The mission he was on with Roy and Kori was important, they were doing important work. But he couldn't seem to pull his mind away from Danny.
He wanted to tell Danny about how he saw space in such a different light now. That before it had just been a dark and annoying void that he had to travel through. But now it was so much more than that. Now he saw Danny everywhere he looked. The stars in the distance reminded him of the freckles that scattered across Danny's face.
As cheesy as it sounded, the darkness of space reminded him of the inky black tendrils of Danny's hair. He was starting to regret telling Danny that he couldn't handle any distractions on his mission, not when he found himself longing so very much for his other half.
He wondered if Danny knew just how hard it was for Jason to say goodbye, to leave Danny on earth while he was on this goddamned ship. How he wanted nothing more than to lay beside Danny and stare at the very sky that Jason was now flying through.
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Multiverse
based on the song ‘Multiverse’ by Maya Manuela
captain price x fem!reader (military reader)
angst; “Somewhere in the multiverse, there’s a you and me that works”
tw: legal age gap! sexual mentions (not described)
From the day you turned 18, you had a wish to serve. You came from a long line of high-ranking military officials. It became a predetermined fate from the day you were born. You grew up around the military so it was only natural that you and your siblings joined once you came of age. You had a lot of weight on your shoulders going through almost 4 months of basic training. Some of the trainees you came in with did not make it through, dropping out on the verge of exhaustion. You did not have the luxury of receiving letters from your family, expressing their pride in you for following the family tradition.
You eventually lose yourself in your work. You pushed yourself beyond recognition, earning metal after metal. All you could think about was being better than the generation before you. The bar was already set so high for you and you were determined to surpass it. It was an unspoken expectation for each new generation in your family to do better. To be better. It drained you mentally, but you pushed past it constantly.
At the age of 23, you had finally been promoted to Staff Sergeant, but you knew it wasn't enough. Your father had been a Lieutenant Colonel before he retired so that was your baseline. At your promotion ceremony, you were dressed in your dress blues, your hair pulled back into a tight bun at the base of your skull. Your hat was pushed down so the brim sat close to your brows and was causing a pounding headache. You could not wait to get your next ribbon signifying your latest accomplishments and leave. You stood next to a few other soldiers being promoted, but you were the highest-ranking officer being promoted that day. There were two other captains on stage giving out the promotions, both unfamiliar to you. You looked out to the crowd and saw the smiling faces of the families supporting the soldiers beside you, but not of yours. None of your family would come to your promotion ceremonies until you surpassed your father.
After the ceremony closed, you were quick to leave. You stood at your car, carefully taking your hat off and placing it carefully back in the bag that held it. You took a deep breath and finally let your shoulders drop after standing at attention for almost an hour. "You're racing out of here fast." You heard and turned your head to see where the voice came from. Gasping, you quickly saluted the Captain who stood in front of you. Your back ached as you forced it back into attention, hands clasping behind your back. "At ease, Staff Sergeant. No need for formalities, the ceremony is over." The man's warm smile helped you relax as you rolled your shoulders. "My apologies. Just not a big fan of crowds." You shrugged as the man laughed.
"I get that. I'm John Price." He held his hand out to you and you cautiously shook it. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N) but you probably knew that." You nervously introduced yourself, fidgeting with a new loose thread at the bottom of your jacket. "I know your father. He was at many of my promotions. I bet he's really proud of you." John smiled at you, but your mind went to your father. Not realizing it, you shook your head with a small chuckle. "He won't be until I'm a General but thank you. I appreciate the sentiment." You reached for your car door and John stopped you. "Well, with the way you work, I'm sure you can get there soon."
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After that day, you were recruited by John to be on his team; The 141. You outranked two of its members, but you learned that the team worked as one, almost ignoring the rankings on the field. It was almost refreshing for you, not to have to worry about formalities. To them, it was about getting the mission done, and utilizing everyone's skills when they were needed. You held so much respect for these men, offering themselves up to take the more dangerous tasks and missions so others wouldn't have to.
The one man that stood out to you was Captain John Price. You weren't sure if your admiration for the man was innocent, but you held him at a higher place than the other men on the team. You told yourself that you admired him so much because he was your captain, but you couldn't help yourself. You convinced yourself that he gave you the same amount of training and attention that he did to the others, but every small touch he gave lit your skin and had you thinking about it for hours after. You reminded yourself to stay professional, but it caused a small part of your brain to turn into a giggling teenage girl.
As the sun fell, you walked through the empty halls of the base. You held a small stack of files in your hands, thumbing through some of them until you reached the captain's office. you gently knocked on the door and heard a soft 'come in'. You peeked your head in and smiled at John as you entered.
"Got those reports you asked for, Cap." You handed the sack over and John stood up to grab the reports from you. "Perfect as usual, (Y/N). Thank you." You bit your lip to hide the blush forming before turning to leave the room. As you moved to the door, you heard shuffling and a hand on your arm. "Hold on, (Y/N). Can I talk to you for a moment?" Your head turned toward the man, seeing the usually calm man shifting his weight to lean a little closer. You looked up to make eye contact and nodded carefully. You weren't sure if you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole or for him to do it instead. Your brain went to a million different possibilities of what he was going to say.
"Yes of course. What did you want to talk about?" You tried to relax as John's hand dropped from your elbow to your hand, gently clasping it. Your heart raced as he chuckled to himself. "Listen, I'm going to be honest with you. I know that I am your superior in more than one way, but I really respect your drive and I truly think that you deserve the world and someone to give it to you." Your heart fluttered as you nodded along to his words. You tried your best to process the words he was saying, but you were too nervous to put it all together. John smiled as his free hand brushed a piece of hair that had come loose from your tight bun. "I am asking to be that for you." He said slowly and everything hit you at once and your lips formed a smile.
"We would have to keep this relatively hidden because I am your captain, but I don't mind. If that's okay with you at least. You don't have to agree, but all I'm asking for is just one date to see where this goes." John explained and you subconsciously leaned into the taller man. "Why don't we try one date and see where it will lead from there? No pressure for either one of us." You gently squeezed John's hand and his smile grew. "I like that idea. How about after this next mission?"
"Only if you promise me that you won't treat me differently because of this. I don't want any special favors or promotions because of...us." You gestured between the two of you and John immediately agreed. "Of course. You'd be too proud to accept it even if I tried." He chuckled and your cheeks flushed a deeper red. His honesty was not something that you were used to, his eyes staring deep into your own. "Deal. After the next mission then."
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John kept his promise and took you out on a date. He texted you during the brief leave you all took after the mission. You felt like a teenage girl waiting to be picked up for homecoming just waiting for him. The entire date he acted like a gentleman, bringing you flowers and opening all doors for you. He held your hand and took you out for dinner, a place he picked out near where you lived. You were nervous on the way to the restaurant, picking at your thumb. You were quiet due to the nerves and John picked up on it. He carefully reached over the center console and slowly placed his hand on your thigh, glancing when he could to make sure you were comfortable with the action.
While at dinner, you two were in your own world. You could barely focus on the waiter's words, asking you what wine you would like or if you wanted to share an appetizer. You couldn't seem to focus on the menu, looking frantically through the menu options. John had a soft smile as he whispered a couple recommendations to you and helped pick out some foods for you both to try. He reached over and grabbed your hand after the waiter left and reassured you that he was just as nervous as you were.
You could already feel yourself relax and let your guard down around John. It only felt natural to you and you desperately wanted to make him aware of it. As the two of you went on more dates, the more you opened up to John. You talked about your past, your family, and your life in the military before the 141. He told you about his family, how he also grew up wanting to serve, and how he could never pull himself out of his work long enough to start a family.
You could feel your heart warm as you two walked through the city. He had draped his jacket around your shoulders as a cold breeze caused you to shiver. The two of you finally had corresponding days off so you demanded he take you on another date. He happily agreed and immediately walked to your apartment. You had decided to do a movie night and were walking to the local supermarket to grab a few snacks. By this point, you two had been going steady for about 6 months and you were fairly certain he would ask you to be exclusive with him soon. You had expressed your openness to the idea a couple of times, but he never seemed to take the hint. You two were on your way back to your apartment, talking about anything that came to mind.
"And then I had to tell him I had to make sure my girlfriend was alright with it." John laughed and you looked at him confused. "Were you referring to me?" Your heart was pounding and your face felt flush. John looked in your direction with a nod. "I mean yeah. Who else would I be talkin' about, love?"
"Am I your girlfriend?" You giggled to yourself and John's brows furrowed, seeming to rack his brain for a moment.
"Did I forget to ask you to be my girlfriend?"
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John crept through the quiet house, his duty boots making each step heavier than normal. You had recently been injured on duty and had been forced on a medical leave. You begged John to not send you out, to give you meaningless desk work to do, but he had no choice. You were frustrated with the man, but understood why he made the choice to send you home. You two had moved in together after a year of being a couple and he adored coming home to/with you every night.
You were laying in your shared bed, one of your 'dumb TV garbage' on which John refused to admit he watched with you, and were barely keeping your eyes open. John peeled off the remainder of his uniform before sitting on your side of the bed and carefully pulled your heavy head against his chest. He pushed himself onto the bed, cradling your now sleeping form closely. Kissing your head, he hummed as he pulled a blanket over the two of you.
You stirred slightly, peering up at John as he turned the TV off. "What time is it?" You whined to the man, who chuckled as he lifted his phone up. "3:46. Go back to sleep. I got a few days off so I'll be home with you." You nodded, eyes already closing. John knew that there were few things in life he had that kept him going, pushing him forward. You were the main reason. He swore to himself that night that he would always make sure you knew that.
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The morning light crept in, pushing past your curtains and invading your room. You two had been together 5 years at that point. You were starting to get used to these mornings, waking up alone and knowing that John was somewhere on a mission. They only seemed to be assigned one after the other, always taking John away from you. You were also being assigned missions, but after being injured, you were taken off the 141 for your safety.
It killed you daily. You desperately wanted to get back on the field. It was John's decision to take you off the team. It has been a little rocky between the two of you since. He knew how you would feel, but the pressure he had been receiving was unbearable. He felt himself shutting down, seeing how much it affected you.
You could see him pulling away. You felt helpless, not knowing how to reach him in a way that would help. You were desperate for anything, a sign that he still loved you. When he came home, he could barely look at you. He often faced the other direction in bed, his back towards you during the night. The last time he touched you was before he left for a mission. It was a brief sex session, you felt confused but it was the first time he had looked at you since dismissing you from the team so you welcomed it.
Now here you were, sitting on the couch, thinking about how that was the last time your boyfriend of 5 years had touched you. He touched you not in love but for his own benefit.
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A year passes. You were completely miserable and so confused as to where it all went wrong. You had been offered a promotion, but it came at a cost. The position was in Australia and for different sectors so you most likely would rarely see John. You also knew that there was no way he would move for you. You didn't expect him to honestly.
You were sitting at the dining table, a half-empty bottle of wine and a glass of it in your hand. You were staring off into space, trying to come up with reasons to stay, to stay with him. You fought back tears and sighed. When you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, you aggressively wiped the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
John opened the door with a heavy sigh, kicking his boots off before noticing the house felt...well tense. He crept towards the kitchen when he saw you. Your eyes were puffy and you seemed to be off in your own world.
"(Y/N)?" He called and you snapped back into the present.
"Welcome home." You said with a smile that John couldn't find any sincerity in. He tried to calm his nerves as he approached the table. He reached out for your hand and he watched as your eyes darted to it before slowly reaching out. You squeezed his hand before taking a deep sigh.
"I got a promotion." You had a sad smile and John's eyes lit up. "Oh, congrats!" You watched John's shoulders relax before shaking your head. "The new job is in Australia." You rubbed your eyes, not wanting to look at John. "Oh..." You nodded, finally making eye contact.
"John... I already got a place out there and I don't expect you to...come with me." You chuckled, shaking your head. "Well, what do you expect? You're gonna come visit me?"
You couldn't help but become angry. "John. Be realistic with me. You already hate me. You only ever talk to me when you want your dick wet nowadays. We're living on borrowed time and I can't keep doing this." You didn't bother to stop the tears and John sat in silence. He wasn't looking at you, just down at the floor. He was deep in thought when you stood up to leave.
"Tell me how to fix it." He finally looked at your, eyes full of tears.
"John...There isn't anything. Whatever we had is gone."
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He demanded that you let him help you pack and drive you to the airport. You couldn't look in his direction the entire time. John gave you the hoodie you always stole from him and said that you needed it for the plane ride.
He walked you to security, making sure that you got all of your military benefits, and even made them upgrade your seat. Every step towards security made your stomach uneasy. John held your hand tightly the entire time, keeping you close by. When you finally got to the checkpoint, you two stopped.
"Please keep my number. I don't want to lose you." John smiled sadly at you and you giggled, wiping tears away. "I promise I will."
"I will fix this somehow. Promise me that you'll let me."
"Oh, John...Somewhere out there, in a different lifetime, in a different universe, we work. We never fucked things up. We're out there, maybe, still in love. Somewhere in the multiverse..."
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I love this fic with my whole heart and I could not wait to finish it for you all. <3
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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that are based on Louis' solo songs, Harry's solo songs, or One Direction songs. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!
1) Sweet and Sour, Hearts Devoured | Explicit | 1,756 words
Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song No Control.
Louis wakes up in a hotel bed to find Harry's not beside him. He starts remembering their previous night together, and when Harry returns to find him jerking off, he decides to bring him to orgasm himself.
2) Little Black Dress | Not Rated | 1,973 words
Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Little Black Dress.
Based on the song ‘Little Black Dress’ by One Direction.
3) No Control | Explicit | 2,368 words
Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song No Control.
"I'll make this feel like the first time."
4) Your Good Time | Explicit | 3,070 words
Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Temporary Fix.
Louis and Harry meet in a bar when Harry's date is an ass.
5) Blue Lights To Dreams | General Audiences | 3,741 words
Note: This fic was inspired by Harry's song Little Freak.
“I’m glad we’ve made it so far,” Louis said, smiling widely, giving a second look to the diamond ring in his ring finger. “I love you H.” After a few seconds Harry grinned at him and responded, “I love you more than anything else Lou, I’m happy that you are the one I’ll always come home to everyday”.
The view of the Caribbean waters made their date better, but not perfect because that was a Harry and Louis thing, to be perfect together.
“I’m glad we’ve made it so far,” Louis said, smiling widely, giving a second look to the diamond ring in his ring finger. “I love you H.” After a few seconds Harry grinned at him and responded, “I love you more than anything else Lou, I’m happy that you are the one I’ll always come home to everyday”.
The view of the Caribbean waters made their date better, but not perfect because that was a Harry and Louis thing, to be perfect together.
6) I'm Your Goodnight | Explicit | 4,310 words
Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Temporary Fix.
Louis is bombarded with Larry questions from an interviewer after the 2015 AMAs, and becomes too overwhelmed to stick around for the after party. He bails on the band and goes home to his LA apartment to spend the night there. After a couple hours of constant tossing and turning in bed, Louis can't get his mind off of the interview from earlier so he calls Harry looking for some comfort.
7) Please Master | Explicit | 4,344 words
Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's song Carolina.
“I was staring at you”, Harry says quietly, his fingers dancing on Louis’ heated skin, “earlier, on the dancefloor. I know you noticed me. But you’re used to people staring, aren’t you?”
Though the question comes with a chuckle, it feels to Louis as though he is being scolded. Scolded, for he is desirable, and innocent, and untouched, and irresistible. Words, all of which were said to him by Harry as he requested his company for his endeavors for the night. It was the manner in which he said them, with a drawl so slow it reminded Louis of the way he liked to pour honey in his tea in the afternoon; through a spoon slightly tilted, each drop a triumph of its own. Most he had liked how the words had melted his mind as hot water did to honey; persistently, inevitably.
And, much like he does his tea, it appears he prefers his company – sweet, steaming, and alone.
“I think you enjoy it. The staring. I think you find pleasure in knowing you are wanted, a thrill in being chased. How boring”, Harry says, appearing indifferent to Louis despite the cruel nature of his words. “It’s a pity. You enjoy feeling like a slut, but all you need is somebody to fuck the seductive little brat out of you.”
8) I Can't Get You Out Of My Mind (I Still Crave It) | Mature | 4,520 words
Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's song Complicated Freak.
"You're an idiot," It was Lya's time to interrupt. "Why would you want another guy when you already have yours? Don't you ever get tired of those silly games?"
"It is different!", Louis defended himself again, mouth open.
"How come is it different?" Lya asked again.
"I love Harry," it was easy like breathing. "He's the love of my life, I'm going to marry him," Louis looked around, until his eyes looked with Harry's, glossy and vibrant. "That guy was just a hook."
9) One More Taste Of Your Lips To Bring Me Back | Explicit | 5,469 words
Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Love You Goodbye.
“I should go.”
He dropped the box. Harry stepped closer.
The hand around his wrist left, going to hover over the curve of his hip where the jumper had ridden up. Harry wasn’t touching him and Louis felt frustrated that he wasn’t taking the opportunity for escape. He took a step back, breath hitching when Harry followed.
“You-I haven’t seen you in a skirt since…” Harry trailed off, his voice filled with too much emotion for this to be the short, simple goodbye it was supposed to be.
Louis swallowed harshly, but offered, “Since the AMAs after party at Niall’s.”
Harry nodded slowly, his eyes drifting up and over every inch of Louis, drinking in the sight as if it was the last time.
It is, Louis told himself, it’s over. Leave. Leave.
“Fuck. You, you look so pretty, I- dammit,” and then Harry was finally looking at Louis' face, eyes sharp and darkening into something that Louis was familiar with. He couldn’t breathe with Harry’s eyes on him, heavy. His heart was stuttering unevenly and he jumped when his back hit the wall, gasping softly.
“Why?” Harry asked, his fingers finally brushing the hem of his skirt.
10) Just Stop Your Crying (It's a Sign of the Times) | Explicit | 5,864 words
Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's song Sign Of The Times.
My own imagining of the inspiration for Sign of the Times. Featuring boys in love, even after all this time.
11) Stockholm Syndrome | Not Rated | 17,985 words
Note: This fic is inspired by One Direction's song Stockholm Syndrome.
"You see, I don't see insanity as a burden or a horrible thing anymore. I chose to be insane because that's the only time I truly feel free."
12) Strong Enough | Explicit | 20,791 words
Note: This fic is inspired by Louis' song Fearless.
Five years after Vertigo goes on hiatus, the band comes back together for a benefit concert. Can Louis and Harry work through their complicated past, or are some wounds too deep to be healed?
13) What's Left Of My Halo's Black | Explicit | 22,464 words
Note: This fic is inspired by Louis' song Holding On To Heartache.
A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.
14) Hash Brown, Eggyolks. I Will Always Love You | Mature | 26,883 words
Note: This fic is inspired by Harry's album Harry's House and unreleased songs.
Harry loves watching Louis, it never gets old or boring for him because everytime he looks at him he finds traces of something new he didn't find the last time and it always left him in awe to call Louis as the love of his life, he get to call him his and he get to know someone as amazing as Louis. The way there's a small mole underneath his chins and traces of freckles wrapped around his cheeks like constellations. Louis is so beautiful to just sit and admire what he's like and the small omega didn't even know how beautiful and how important he is for him. That's why whenever Louis would get inside his head and be an insecure mess, harry would kiss every tear away and would fill Louis up with love. He never wanted Louis to go to a drop again because of it so he always makes sure to give him enough of everything he will ever need.
Andy place down their orders as harry was still lost in staring at his muse that Louis was quickly arranging their food in the way he loves to. "Okay we've finally got our hash browns, some nice sunny side up egg yolks.. and what else?" Louis rambled, trying to organize the many food his alpha had ordered for him.
"I love you."
15) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words
Note: This fic is inspired by Louis' song Saturdays.
Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.
16) The Pink Album | Not Rated | 31,039 words
Note: This fic was inspired by Harry's debut album.
They don’t really discuss how hard it is to be in this situation, or to be doing the things they have to do to continue being together. It’s just something they don’t talk about, and that’s alright. Or maybe it isn’t, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it.
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Could I request a fluffy Songfic for Al-Haitham using the song Only Girl (In The World) by Rihanna?
Yes, of course! I did a lot of fluff this time so I hope you enjoy, dear anon! <3
Alhaitham - Only Girl (In The World)
TagList: @bleachtheidiot
Song:
I want you to love me
Be thinking of me
You and Alhaitham were classically sleeping in your shared bed, or more like... you were sleeping. He simply couldn't fall asleep and decided to admire your beauty as he gently played with your hair. His eyes were fixed on you, the thought of being a creep went through his mind but he couldn't bring himself to look away... you were just so pretty and perfect that he couldn't look away even if he wanted to.
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
"You're truly the only right person for me~ there cannot be anyone else even slightly as good as you~"
Maybe he was a bit cheesy but so what?! He loved you and he made sure to express that as well as he possibly could! He made sure to make it known that he has no one else on eye, that he only loves you and will love you forever. It's as if no other person even existed in this world, he was this much focuses on you alone~
Like a thief in the night (uh)
Hold me like a pillow
But when he was lost in thoughts, you started waking up and he noticed it only after you spoke to him tiredly.
"Haitham? Why are you still up?"
"I simply couldn't sleep... so I decided to admire you for some entertainment. Is that so wrong?"
"I guess it's not the worst thing you could do..."
You said and tiredly hugged him as you were still very tired but felt like feeling him closer on which he smiled warmly. He immidietly wrapped his arms around you and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. He was now admiring the moment you two had~
"How did I got so lucky...?"
He thought to himself, not noticing that he said it out loud and that you smiled on his lovely comment.
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ST CHARACTERS + TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS
summary: taylor swift songs that represent what a relationship with these characters might be like
includes: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers (no pronouns used for the reader, except some references to a fem!reader in the lyrics)
warnings/what to expect: fluff and angst, romantic pairings, happy and sad songs
note: Keep in mind this is just for fun, if i didn’t put your fav song for one specific character don’t come for me please. If you think other Taylor songs can fit these characters you can always put them in the comments!! I’d love to see what other songs reminds you of them.
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ROBIN BUCKLEY
— YOU BELONG WITH ME She feels like a total loser around you, thinking you're way out of her league. And it hurts because she whole-heartedly believes no one will ever treat you the way she would. She can read you like a book, knows all your favorite movies and songs, and knows how to make you feel better when you're sad. It’s frustrating because she knows she can make you very happy, yet she doesn’t have the chance to.
I can see her comparing herself to other people a lot before you start dating, secretly longing for you to notice her feelings for you. More often than not, others would catch her creating fake scenarios in her head involving the two of you being in a relationship.
Most likely you’d make the first move since she honestly thinks you would never like her back. And when she does realize you like her, she’ll be over the moon with excitement.
most meaningful line: “dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.”
— BEGIN AGAIN Robin would be your biggest fan, so she really wouldn't care about the way you dress, what music you like, the books you enjoy...she's a fan of every little detail about you and she'll encourage you to be yourself. And she’ll be just so supportive of you, making you feel unique and special just the way you are.
She wouldn't change a thing about you, being that type of lover that fully connects with who you are and that admires you unconditionally. Truly, you’ve never been loved the way she loves you.
most meaningful line: “cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid, I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny cause he never did.”
— MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE Robin is the type of person that is terrified of reaching out, so if she likes you she'll most likely drop subtle hints to let you know she's interested but never fully confess it. She'll remember random things you tell her, learn what you like or don't like, and then try to impress you with her knowledge about things you like. Basically, she’ll do whatever helps you realize she likes you.
Telling you directly? Not a chance. She'll get too nervous and mess everything up. It's better for her to be subtle about it and hope you realize soon enough so you can make the first move.
most meaningful line: “feeling like a face in the crowd, I’m reaching for you terrified.”
— DANCING WITH OUT HANDS TIED Since the moment Robin fell in love with you, she knew she couldn’t have the perfect fairy tale story other couples have. She couldn’t hold your hand in public, kiss you whenever she wanted, show how much she loves you for the whole world to see. You sadly lived surrounded by people that wouldn’t understand.
But you showed her you don’t care about keeping it a secret if it means being with her. You don’t care about anything but her.
No matter how insecure Robin would get, you’re always there to remind her your love for each other is worth it despite the hate you might get if the town found out about the two of you. And you give her hope. You make her feel like she is living in her perfect fairy tale despite all of it.
most meaningful line: “I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us. So, baby, can we dance, oh, through an avalanche?”
— DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS If you two ever break up, this song would definitely describe what the heartbreak would feel like. I feel like Robin is a very dedicated lover, offering her entire heart, body and soul to you (that’s why she’s so terrified of making the first move, trying to spare herself of getting her heart broken). Her love is passionate, naive and blind, being both a virtue and a curse.
She’ll have a hard time trying to get over you. Absolutely everything would remind her of you or the relationship you two had. Her heart would break all over again when she sees you walking down the street, not being able to handle the fact that you’re not hers anymore.
most meaningful line: “you said it was a great love, one for the ages, but if the story’s over why am I still writing pages?”
STEVE HARRINGTON
— CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS Steve seems like the guy who would say certain things without taking a second to think about the impact of his words before actually saying them. He could say that you're the person he wants to spend his entire life with when his feelings for you aren't even that strong.
He doesn't do it on purpose. He knows firsthand what it feels to be lied to by your partner. Instead, he does it because he genuinely doesn't want to hurt you. Steve much rather lie than knowingly breaking your heart.
I feel like he's aware of this flaw, but has no idea when it's happening or how to control it, just recognizes the problem once the damage is already done. And he'd feel terrible for hurting someone he claims to care for just because he can't connect with his feelings and be responsible about the things he promises or tells to a significant other.
And he knows they deserve better than him.
most meaningful line: “love slipped beyond your reaches, and I couldn't give a reason.”
— MR. PERFECTLY FINE Because he doesn't think before he speaks, I feel like this song also explains how he can say things he doesn't really mean and break someone's heart because of it. He'll realize he made a mistake way too late and by that apologies are not enough.
I feel both songs represent a similar situation, but it varies on what the outcome is. Whether Steve just broke the heart of nicest person he has ever met and feels absolutely terrible for hurting someone who didn't deserve that; or Steve got to close with you when he wasn't really looking for something serious, and when he tells you what is going on you dump his ass and recent him for being so inconsiderate with other people's feelings, and him completely ignoring you forever because he's too ashamed to face you for what he did.
most meaningful line: “and i never got past what you put me through, but it's wonderful to see that it never fazed you.”
— RED I think dating Steve would be a Rollercoaster. The sweet moments are the happiest, and the sad ones are just awful. Everything means more and hurts more when it comes to him.
But that's the beauty of loving Steve, because it's so passionate that neither of you can get enough of your relationship. It's a fight worth fighting until the very end. And you can learn to love him even in the darkest of times, with the bad days and the good days, with the loving and the fighting.
With this in mind, I feel like it would take a lot of time to get over a boyfriend like Steve. Because he is caring, extremely funny, super loyal, dedicated, passionate...it's hard to forget someone who made you feel so much.
most meaningful line: “regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong.”
— FEARLESS This sounds exactly like what falling in love with Steve must be like. I see you two being the classic pair of friends that clearly have romantic feelings for each other but neither realize at first.
As you spend more time together you both get more comfortable around each other, finding the courage to brush the other's hand by accident or hugging just a little longer than necessary. By the time you finally realize he likes you back, you two are sharing the first of many kisses.
And the relationship is just the cutest because Steve would be such a dedicated boyfriend, you'll be very happy with him and the little improvised dances in a market's aisle, the riding around town at midnight with a mixtape of songs you both enjoy playing in the background, the fact that he doesn't seem to run out of new jokes that never fail to make you laugh and just all the love this man will give you.
most meaningful line: “run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.”
— OUR SONG This song is as pure as what I think Steve would be as a boyfriend. You two would drive around town, he’d sneak into your bedroom almost every night, and overall you two would be inseparable.
And everything would be so special, every little aspect of your relationship would mean the absolute world to him. Neither of you needed big demonstrations of love to know how the other feels. It’s evident in the way you’d laugh at all his silly jokes and the way his eyes light up every time he sees you.
You don’t need big gestures with Steve, falling more and more in love with him with so little.
most meaningful line: “our song is the way you laugh, the first date “man, I didn’t kiss her when I should have”.”
EDDIE MUNSON
— PAPER RINGS This song just screams Eddie to me. I feel like the moment you meet him, you won’t be able to get enough of him. He’ll be so charismatic and funny, you’ll have a hard time forgetting a guy like him.
And then everything will be just so special when you two finally start dating. He’ll be the best boyfriend ever to you, always making you feel loved and cared for, like you’re the most wonderful thing that has ever existed.
You’re so in love, you don’t care about what others say or think about him. All you care about is Eddie. To make him feel as loved and special as you do.
Eddie would propose to you right after he graduates, already wanting to get the hell out of Hawkins with you and start a family somewhere else. And of course you say yes, and it doesn’t matter that you don’t get a big proposal, a huge wedding or the house of your dreams, because with Eddie by your side you already have it all. You wouldn’t want to live those moments with anybody else.
most meaningful line: “I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays. Wrap your arms around me, baby boy.”
— INVISIBLE This can go either way depending on what type of person you are. If you’re this social and outgoing person, Eddie would most likely feel insecure around you because you have so many friends that probably don’t even like him, so maybe he’ll avoid talking to you despite having a massive crush on you. Therefore, I feel like this song would describe exactly how he feels towards you whenever he sees you around, thinking to himself you probably think he’s just another weirdo you’d never turn to look at twice.
But if you’re this shy and socially awkward person, I feel like this would describe how you feel towards him. Eddie is an extrovert. He loves being loud and making a scene whenever he can to seem intimidating, so most likely you won’t dare talking to someone like him. You would much rather stare at him from a distance, not doing anything about the way you feel about him.
Either he’s the invisible one who secretly wants you, too afraid to talk to you because of what you might think of him; or it’s you the one hiding in the shadows, thinking someone like him would never notice someone like you.
most meaningful line: “and all I think about is how to make you think of me and everything that we could be.”
— SPARKS FLY This song perfectly describes what it would be like to date Eddie when literally everyone around you tells you not to. Because how could someone willingly date the weirdest guy in Hawkins, too obsessed with D&D and metal music to care about graduating? You’ve never cared about those types of comments, because they come from people that don’t know Eddie like you do.
Also rockstar!Eddie kind of? Perfect song to hear while going on tour with your boyfriend and his band.
most meaningful line: “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.”
— KING OF MY HEART I feel like falling in love with Eddie quite literally hits you like a truck. It’s unexpected and everything happens so fast, and now without realizing your cuddling with him in his bed wearing nothing but your underwear and his Hellfire t-shirt, wondering how you were able to live without him for all these years.
And you fall for him hard. No one else could ever compare to him. No one has ever make you feel the way you do with him, and you doubt someone ever will. It’s all about him, and you just can’t get enough.
Also, this feels like the perfect song for the cheerleader/loser trope and I can’t stop thinking about how the lyrics just scream Eddie to me.
most meaningful line: “is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending up on the roof with a school girl crush.”
— THIS IS ME TRYING I can easily see Eddie being super insecure in a relationship because he’s grown thinking he doesn’t really deserve good things happening to him. That he’s a coward trying to act like a hero. Therefore, maybe he’ll break things off with you because, in his mind, he’s a complete disaster you shouldn’t have to put up with.
But then he’ll realize letting you go was a big mistake. That he finally had a good thing in his life and he pushed it away. Not the people talking shit about him or because he’s stuck in senior year again. It’s his fault.
This song would reflect how he’d feel trying to get you back. How everything is his fault because he chooses to hear what everyone else tells him rather than take control of his own life, and how he’s ready to own up to those mistakes. And maybe you won’t take him back and that’s okay. He’ll be content knowing you forgive him for hurting you. Perhaps you don’t want to be with him anymore, but he just wants you to know he’s trying to be better.
most meaningful line: “I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that.”
NANCY WHEELER
— I WISH YOU WOULD I feel like Nancy can be a little impulsive and stubborn, and both qualities can be extremely useful for some situations, but when it comes to your relationship it really wasn’t helpful at all.
She’d break up with you over a late-night phone call in the middle of a fight, only to regret it immediately after she hangs up. And then she’ll wait for you to reach out, her hopes dying more and more everyday because you never did.
And then she’d blame herself for waiting when she should’ve acted before it was too late. Before you two stopped talking entirely and she never got to make it right with you, keeping to herself everything she should’ve said to you that night.
most meaningful line: “I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for.”
— HOW TO GET THE GIRL I think Nancy would be a hopeless romantic, even when she doesn’t want to show it that much. Therefore, she’d love every time you do some crazy movie-like gesture for her. She’d chuckle as her cheeks turn a light shade of red when she sees you standing outside her house in the middle of the night with a gift for her. You’d make her feel butterflies when you offer your jacket when it’s cold or hold the door for her. She’d tell you how much she loves you when you stay all night talking to her on the phone whenever she can't sleep.
And because everything is movie-like, I feel like this song portraits how difficult it can be for Nancy to forgive you if she ever gets mad at you. You really need to stand outside in the rain and proclaim your love for her. Of course she’d immediately forgive you, falling even harder for you because she’d never been with someone that really goes that extra mile for her.
most meaningful line: “remind her how it used to be, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks.”
— LONG STORY SHORT Nancy will be your number one protector. No one can mess with her partner, or else they'll have to face the consequences. She's a strong force, willing to fight whoever dares to hurt you. And you know she'll always be your safe place to run to if things get complicated.
Nancy will be such a great girlfriend, she'll make you feel like all the other people that came before her were just there to prepare you for the best: her. She’ll always have your back.
most meaningful line: “when I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door.”
— ENCHANTED Okay, I don’t know why I keep seeing everything with Nancy happening so much like a movie, but I can totally see the two of you flirting with each other all night, maybe at a party or a reunion at the Wheeler’s because your parents are friends, staring at each other and her blushing when you two bump into each other whenever one of you tried to walk inside the room just when the other was trying to walk out, or when you accidentally brushed hands when she handed you a glass of water.
And neither of you could stop yourselves from smiling like idiots and barely having any sleep that night because you replayed everything in your head over and over. Both of you spend hours trying to figure out if this exchange was mutual or not. To know if the other felt the same way.
most meaningful line: “the playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy.”
— I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME I feel like Nancy has very big dreams for the future and wants to leave everything behind, which never fails to make you feel terrible because you can’t help but think she’s unhappy in Hawkins with you.
She'd always think leaving would be easy because whatever is out there is better than this small town. She even feels guilty sometimes, finding herself thinking it won't be hard to live without you because the life she has planned for herself sounds too good to replace it for the one she loves. It's an opportunity she just can't lose.
But after she moves out and breaks up with you, she realizes letting you go has to be the worst decision of her life. She failed to see what she had until it was too late.
most meaningful line: “Does it make you feel sad that the love that you're looking for is the love that you had?”
JONATHAN BYERS
— THE 1 With Jonathan moving to California and him being just the worst at communicating, I can see him breaking up with you in just the worst way possible. Whether it's at the very end of a phone call or even a letter, I feel he can be very insensitive about it because he just doesn't know how to deal with breakups. He’s not even sure if he wants to break up in the first place, but it felt like the right thing to do now that you two are so far away.
That would evidently leave you heartbroken and hating him because you really didn’t deserve it. And even when you finally move on, the what-ifs would always remain, especially after he breaks up with you so suddenly, without explanation, without room to talk.
You truly thought Jonathan was the one for you, and now that he’s not, you’re not sure what’s next in store for you.
most meaningful line: “I persist and resist the temptation to ask you, if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”
— THE STORY OF US Similar to the last one, Jonathan really has to work on communicating his feelings. Ever since he moved to California, he’s been feeling like the two of you are more and more distant with each other. That you barely have time for him anymore, and that perhaps you already met someone new that’s keeping you preoccupied.
But instead of talking, he just assumes. And that’s so much worse than facing you and talk things over, because he comes up with random scenarios of things you are and aren’t doing, torturing himself with them.
And you’re no better, also deciding to stay quiet instead of talking things through, which leaves the two of you in this constant uncertainty of “are we okay?” “are we still together?” “is this the end?” “what is going on?”. You both suffer in silence, longing for one another, watching as your relationship crumbles right before your eyes.
most meaningful line: “this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side.”
— MARY’S SONG (OH MY MY MY) Leaving aside the miscommunications and the moving away, I honestly feel like being in a relationship with Jonathan would feel like this song. He seems like the type of guy you’d love forever, meeting from a young age and being inseparable ever since, getting married and forming a family together. Everyone around you would watch as the two of you grow up and begin realizing you are in love with each other. And he could perfectly remember the look on Joyce’s face when he finally told her he wanted to ask you out. She knew all along you two would end up together.
Everything will be sweet and magical. Like a love you only thought existed in movies, but you managed to find that in him. A loyal, dedicated, caring and committed lover who would do anything to make it right to you, to make you happy. I have no words, this is just the purest type of love ever.
Most meaningful line: “take me back when our world was one block wide, I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Just two kids, you and I.”
— YOU ARE IN LOVE This is another song that represents what the good side of a relationship with Jonathan might feel like. Just pure love for each other.
I can see it being sort of a slow-burnish type of relationship, starting as friends before you both realize you don’t want to be friends. And it would be so special because there’s no need to say it out loud. You both can see the other falling just as hard in the little comments each of you make, or the small gestures that mean the entire world when they come from the right person.
You find love in the little things, the stuff most people ignore. And that’s what makes your love for Jonathan so special.
most meaningful line: “he says “look up’ and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.”
— ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY For a messy break up, I feel like this represents what experiencing that with him must be like. I can see him getting insecure about his feelings or the relationship in general and maybe pushing you away (with or without his realizing it), starting to avoid you or randomly canceling dates with the worst excuses you’ve ever heard, until you’ve had enough and finally break up with him.
And then he’ll realize he screwed up and try to get you back, but you’re quick to tell him everything would’ve been so easy if he just stayed with you instead of pushing you away every time you tried to reach out to work things out.
most meaningful line: “people like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.”
#robin buckley x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#jonathan byers x reader#taylor swift#song fics#taylor swift songs#stranger things#stranger things x reader
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And thank you Taylor Swift for providing fanfic writers everywhere 31 more heart wrenching titles for their all hurt no comfort fics 🫡
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I wanna write another one-shot but I'm stumped for ideas, gimme some pls 🙏🏽
#marauders#marauders harry potter#jegulus#rosekiller#wolfstar#dorlene#pandalily#marylily#reese writes#song fics#one shot#help me im stumped
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the merthur fandom loving the amazing devil is something that can be so personal to me
#song fics#!!!!#i love it#i found one of my favourite songs because of this#farewell wanderlust#the amazing devil#merlin#bbc merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#bbcm
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Thanks for tagging me @duchessdepolignaca03! So this is my first one of these actually, thanks to timezones it wasn't Wednesday when I got tagged but nonetheless here we go.
So I don't have WIP excerpts right now, I'm a 'gonna write a fic to post straight after' kind of gal (this will change with a long project next year though) so instead I thought I'd post some bits from my fanfic idea dump plus some og fiction WIPs.
-The Prince & He (Working Title - coming 2024)
The Prince & Me AU for Red White & Royal Blue. Alex is at UT and Henry decides to study in America, he tells his family it's to find himself but really it's so he can get away from his overbearing royal responsibilities. (Looking for betas for this btw!)
Potential RWRB fic ideas:
-it's Alex & Bea who have cakegate and after damage control, the queen thinks they should start a courtship... Alex & Henry have other ideas though (want to explore gendered differences, the damage control would be so different with Bea and I think I'd like to make her asexual & explore that within a structure of tradition)
-5+1: times that Alex was clearly being hit on by a dude but was completely oblivious & Henry is obviously the one (🥹)
- Potential song fic - Wasia Project: U Deserve - Nothing But Thieves: Do You Love Me Yet? - Liz Lawrence: I'd Rather
Original Fiction: Decompose
Near future London has been segregated by means of a new medical test, each sector representing a level of productivity. After going through the kitted out MRI machine, twin Harry Thorpe is wrongly moved from his comfortable life in the highly skilled sector where technology rules and excellence is expected, to the unskilled sector which seems stuck in the past but with much more variety.
Between alien customs and new romances with classmates, he discovers his own power hungry mum is trying to bring in the One Child Policy and that is only the beginning of her plans. Harry and a group of rebel social workers and civil servants might be the only thing that can stop her.
This is my first novel, it's young adult sci-fi, focuses on equality, chronic illness & disabilities, diversity, government corruption, found family, rebellion. It's got a diverse cast led by Harry, who is a soft pansexual bookworm with a sweet tooth. I'm currently editing & looking for beta readers for the next draft.
When You Get The Chance
My next book project is still very early days but it's a very queer holiday romance.
Coral 'Corey' Henderson is on holiday in Majorca for 2 weeks, her sister missed the start of the holiday leaving her alone. Enter Alice Ortiz, a member of an Abba tribute act performing at the hotel.
All of Abba Nice Day are queer, Corey is a ginger plus size Scottish lesbian event planner, Alice is a bisexual Geordie (half Spanish) who loves singing but also wants to go to uni to study politics. This book will explore family dynamics, dementia, biphobia, body image, protesting & finding your purpose. I'll do a call out for betas when we get to it!
Congrats if you made it through all this! I'm tagging @cl4r3m0nt @heybuddy-drabbles @candyspandemonium @firenati0n @nontoxic-writes & whoever else wants to do this! Tag me, I'm always looking for writer pals 🥰
(20/12/2023)
#tailsbeth writes#rwrb#rwrb fanfic#firstprince#firstprince fanfic#red white and royal blue#the prince & me au#song fics#original fiction#lgbt writers#queer writer
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The Taylor Swift Tapes: Tommy Shelby
I had so much fun writing Exile that I thought I would continue with the T.S. theme!
If you send me an ask with a Taylor Swift song of your choice (and any additional prompt you would like me to include - fluff, angst, whump, smut), I'll write a Tommy drabble, one shot or headcanons to go with it.
Alternatively, tag me in your own T.S song fics! I'd love to read them 🥰
Thank you for all the love and support ❤️
Update - Requested songs below:
Back to December
Love Story
White Horse
Tolerate It
Mastermind
Getaway Car
I Knew You Were Trouble
My Tears Ricochet
Enchanted
Cowboy Like Me
This is Me Trying
Tis the Damn Season
Dorothea
Gorgeous
The Lakes
Dress
Haunted
#tommy shelby#peaky blinders#cillian murphy#taylor swift#song fics#requests are open#thomas shelby#peaky blinders fanfic
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I'm back with another songfic request! So I was thinking of Abnormality Dancing Girl by Guchiri and for the character(s), Mafuyu and/or Akito <- (why Akito? Because yes)
Lines!
「異常」が胸を埋めつくして (My chest is completely filled with “abnormality”.)
普通じゃない自分になるの (I'm becoming a me that isn't normal.)
踊らされるんじゃない (I'm not being manipulated,)
踊るのよさぁさぁさぁ狂って (I'm dancing! Yeah, I'm going crazy!)
「好き」「嫌い」を疾うに通り越して (I went beyond “love” and “hate”)
「アナタ誰」「ワタシ誰」 ("Who are you?" "Who am I?")
First time requesting with lines and by the way, have a great day!
(funny thing, I requested all mmj members but Airi)
Of course! Honestly this was absolutely fantastic to do even when I don't have that much motivation for fics because I absolutely love this song!! I kinda did 2 versions because in Akitos part it's comfort and in Mafuyus part it's reverse comfort but I hope you enjoy it either way!
OMG how could you not request my baby Airi?! 0o0 (joke don't worry, darl! It's alright <;3)
Akito, Mafuyu - Abnormality Dancing Girl
TagList: @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @miya-akane
@prsk-krow @modyuki @bleachtheidiot
Song:
My chest is completely filled with “abnormality”.
I'm becoming a me that isn't normal.
You recently had your worse days and Akito was quick to notice that but of course he didn't said a single thing. He didn't wanted to force you into talking as he was sure that if you wanted, you'd come up to him and started the topic by yourself, right?
I'm not being manipulated,
I'm dancing! Yeah, I'm going crazy!
But he didn't knew that someone very dear to you was manipulating you into doing a s he says, they were making you look back on your actions and everything you ever said. You weren't doing as good and he noticed it more and more. He gave you a week, if you wouldn't come up to him during it, he will come up to you on his own and finally start the topic. And there's no way he'd take "I'm good" as an answer. He definitely will know the truth!
At this point tho, you were almost dancing as they played... and the worst was that they were trying to make you think twice about you dating Akito... you tried distancing those thoughts from you but they were eventually getting to you...
I went beyond “love” and “hate”
And then that day came... you weren't sure about what you were going to do but you did it either way, meanwhile your boyfriend was happy that you finally approached the topic but he quickly realized that it's not what he wanted to hear.
"Akito, I don't think we suit to each other..."
"What?! What did that came from?"
"You're just always so... mean to me..."
"I... I don't actually mean it... I-I can change my behavior! Just... YN please give me one last chance..."
"Who are you?" "Who am I?"
You could see that you've brought this man to his knees. He was ready to change everything about himself just for the sake you not breaking up with him. He was ready to become absolutely different person if needed! He just loved you too much to loose you because of his tsundere personality. But... you were also acting different... why were you this mad at him so suddenly?
"I promise I'll do everything to prove that I'm not a bad partner... and I'll discover what's wrong too."
Song: same as for Akito
My chest is completely filled with “abnormality”.
I'm becoming a me that isn't normal.
It wasn't a secret to you that Mafuyu wasn't in the very best condition, in fact you knew well she was struggling with showing any kind of emotions. But the worst was that she often didn't saw anything bad in her behavior... she accepted being like that as she thought it's just her personality and she can't do anything about it. But you saw that she was struggling and you really wanted to help her!
I'm not being manipulated,
I'm dancing! Yeah, I'm going crazy!
But her mother certainly wasn't making it easy on you or her... she was goin grough on her and you as her partner had to do something about it. She was literally her marionette and you decided to talk with her, it was supposed to be just a calm talk as you already had quite a bit of good reputation with her as she thought you were "kind, mature and just perfect for Mafuyu" but you knew you might ruin it with this talk but it wasn't important! You had to help your lover...
And you worries were right. You really did let it all out, especially when she tried proving you that you're wrong, that you're not good for Mafuyu and that she should focus on school alone. With every word you were going even more crazy you didn't even noticed all the harsh words that left your mouth towards your girlfriends mother... but you don't regret anything. Well... maybe except leaving and letting her win... but she kinda forced you to leave as she had enough of you and you didn't had much choice...
I went beyond “love” and “hate”
On the next day, Mafuyu came up to you. She looked even worse than usually and you were honestly worried about her.
"Did you had talk with my mother yesterday?"
"Ah yeah... it turned out to be a bit of an argument... I'm sorry, I swear I didn't meant anything bad!"
"I believe you."
You honestly thought she'll tell you something that her mother wanted her to break up with you. You were ready to continue your relationship and just hide it behind her mother if you'd had to but luckily for you, you didn't heard her mentioning that. Or... maybe you spoke too soon...
"Who are you?" "Who am I?"
"We need to break up."
She said that without even mentioning her mother in it! It's like she decided for herself that she doesn't want to be with you! It honestly hurt... it hurt so much you couldn't even... But you then looked at yourself... you were going crazy back then. So crazy that you can't even recognize yourself in that very moment. You swear fault is by your side, especially that it got to Mafuyu too... she was lost and you saw it. After all you knew her for some time now and you saw that it was clearly choice her mother made and she was just believing it was the right one. But you knew you can change it and you weren't about to give up and let her suffer alone. Maybe it was a bit selfish but deep down you knew that it's not just for your own purposes.
"Mafuyu... please, don't... we can hide it from your mother if it's about her! I just... don't want to let you go through this alone again..."
"I... will have to think about it."
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#project sekai#colorful stage#colorful stage x reader#x reader#project sekai x reader#project sekai colorful stage#project sekai colorful stage x reader#akito shinonome#mafuyu asahina#akito shinonome x reader#mafuyu asahina x reader#project sekai akito shinonome#project sekai mafuyu asahina#project sekai akito x reader#project sekai mafuyu x reader#angst#project sekai angst#song fic#song fics#songfic
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i’m about to bring back song fics‼️
#not like they’ve died out but i rarely see song fics anymore#especially in the star wars realm#star wars#fanfics#song fics#which song do y’all want first
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Hello Steph! I was wondering if you have some Johnlock song fics? It doesn't matter what kind of song heheh
thanks and remember to take care of yourself, Hug! 💖
Hey Nonny!
Ahhh, I get asked this a few times! I never have anything really significant though, LOL, at least not in the "classic song fic" sense from MY early fandom days ("song fics" used to be fics written with the lyrics to the song inspiring each section of a fic, now I think it just means "fics inspired by whole songs"). Here are the ones I know of, from my knowledge and from the above linked tag :)
EDIT: I did a tag search on my offline lists, because I should stop being so lazy, so here you are, now I have a list! :D Thank you!!
As usual, feel free to add your own, friends!
And thank you for your kind words :)
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SONG FICS
See Also:
Moulin Rouge AU (Mine)
Song Fics (Alexx's List)
BOOKMARKS
Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, 5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music
Engaged by lifeonmars (NR, 3,146 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Holmes Family, Song Fic) – Sherlock did not believe in marriage, but he wanted to be married. He found this something of a surprise. Part 2 of Damage
Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series
Sunday Evening 6 p.m. by Silvergirl (E, 30,712 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF / TEH Divergence, Grief / Mourning / Stages of Grief, Mutual Pining, Dreams, Reunion, Love Confessions, First Kiss / Time, Alternating First Person POV, Smart John, BAMF Boys, Emotional Love Making, Song Fic, Referenced Suicide, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Sleepy Sherlock, Blow Job, Villain Mary) – Six months after Sherlock jumped, he learns that John is dedicating songs to him on a requests-only radio programme. Is John just working through grief? Or is he—communicating? Fixes the hell out of S3 by pre-empting it altogether. Remember, as TAB told us, John is Pretty Damn Smart.
The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) –Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse
MARKED FOR LATER
To John - love SH , how me met by Tha_shipper_Burning_void (NR, 315 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Angst, Song Fic) – John nor Sherlock knew of each other – Sherlock rich and John poor – but John believe someone was out there for him.
Satisfied by VTsuion (G, 1,067 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || Watson’s Wedding, Toasting, Song Fic, Past Relationship, POV Sherlock) – Watson is getting married, but he will never be satisfied. Holmes will never be satisfied.
All Along There Was Some Invisible String (Tying You To Me) by Biana_Amberly_Vacker (G, 1,145 w., 1 Ch.. || Fantasy AU || Bullying, Holmes Family, Autistic Mycroft, Family Dynamics, Angst, Song Fic) – Mycroft is alone. He decides to make himself a brother. Out of wood.
Clarity by tea_and_violins (M, 1,606 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Angst, Reunion, Song Fic, Slash) – A one shot/song fic inspired by Clarity by Zedd ft. Foxes. Have a listen before or during :)
(They Tell You) Wake Up, Go Put On Your Makeup, This Is Just A Phase You’re Gonna Outgrow by Biana_Amberly_Vacker (T, 1,738 w., 1 Ch. || Trans Sherlock, Song Fic, Transphobia, Self-Harm, Hurt No Comfort) – Sherlock was always a boy. Even in his traitorous body. This is a story, throughout a childhood, of a boy who everyone thought was a girl.
Take me to Baker Street by MorganeUK (G, 2,087 w., 1 Ch. || Adult Ballet AU || Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Doctor John, Song Fic, Pre-Slash) – I always loved Sergei Polunin interpretation of Take me to the church so I decided to write a version where Sherlock is a ballet dancer in serious need of a doctor…
The Very Thought of You by reveling_in_mayhem (T, 2,386 w., 1 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Song Fic, Kitchen Dancing, First Kiss, Fluff) – John and Sherlock have danced before. For a case and for a wedding. But they've never danced like this. So why is John reaching out his hand for Sherlock's now?
Body Language by CeruleanDarkangelis (T, 2,706 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Dancing, Song Fic, POV First Person John, Voyeurism, Dirty Dancing, Clubbing) – There is a language to dancing; a call-and-response from one body to another. Even with the poncy kind of dancing I knew he was versed in, the kind that requires classes and counting and rules, there is communication between bodies. Watching him now, I’m more than pleased to discover that he understands my dialect as well. Part 1 of the Without Words series
Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Music, Singing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Humour) – After the music halls of Sherlock's mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he'd rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.
Blame it on My Youth by standbygo (M, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, First Kiss, Declarations of Love, Song Fic) – “Courage doesn’t mean you’re not afraid. It’s knowing that you’re afraid, and doing what you need to do anyway.” Sherlock and John are retired, but receive an unexpected client. Part 10 of the November 2014 Song Challenge series
Lights On by SosoHolmesWatson (T, 4,396 w., 1 Ch || Post-S4, First Kiss, Pining Idiots, Angst with Happy Ending, Song Fic, Love Confessions, Dev. Rel., Emotional Repression, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock and John are living together again but things between them are far from okay. John is out of his depth until a song brings the needed epiphany. Part 2 of the Made of Music
Rumbos Secretos by Ceibos (T, 5,991 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock || Argentinian Spanish, First Kiss, POV John, Internalized Homophobia, Song Fic, Military, Autism Spectrum) – AU en el que Sherlock y John son dos jovenes alumnos de la UBA en los 90´s o Sherlock ayuda a John a estudiar para su parcial de anatomía y pasan cosas.
Dirty by standbygo (E, 5,093 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, PWP, Dirty Dancing, Romance, Smut and Fluff) – “Yeah, I actually learned how to dance like that, like in the film. I was quite the hit at parties while the craze lasted. Some of Harry’s friends called me Johnny Castle, after the character. Or Swayze.” “Swayze? What kind of word is that?” John did not reply, but gazed at Sherlock, his lips pressed together but still smiling. After a moment, he stood and held out his hand to Sherlock. “Dance with me,” John said.
Take Me To Church by Daziechane (M, 6,370 w., 1 Ch. || Ballet, Song Fic, First Kiss / Time) – John’s days blurred. It didn’t even bother him anymore, that he wasn’t onstage. At least, that’s what he told himself every time he clocked in for another shift. Sherlock’s days blurred. It didn’t even bother him anymore, that he wasn’t onstage. At least, that’s what he told himself every time he stepped into 221B.
Burn by EmilyisSOgay (T, 7,481 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Universe || Jazz Singer John, Alternate First Meeting, First Kiss, Everyone is Gay, Love at First Sight, Falling in Love, Flirty John, Song Fic, Romance, Sexual Tension, Sherlock POV, Sherlock in Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff) – John is a seductive jazz singer at small London club. And Sherlock gets a special birthday performance that sets his Mind Palace ablaze.
You Are The Reason by ICanDoThisAllDayy (G, 9,432 w. || Post-TSo3, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Letters, Bisexual John, Song Fic, Heavy Angst) – When Sherlock leaves the envelope for John and Mary at their wedding, he forgets to take out another piece of paper from it - the paper on which he poured his heart out while preparing the Best Man's Speech at 221B Baker Street. He intended to burn the piece right after he finished writing, but he was too exhausted from the emotions and accidentally slipped it amongst his composition for the Waltz. As things work out, somebody reads his letter. That somebody is John Watson. Part 2 of Songs-inspired fic(let)s
A Very Sherlock Musical by flawedamythyst (T, 11,980 w., 1 Ch. || Musical AU || No S3 Compliant {more tags to be added after reading}) – So, you know how musicals are set in a world where people just burst into song every five minutes, and everyone around them automatically knows to join in with the tune and choreography? This fic is set in that world. John finds it extremely frustrating that Sherlock won't sing their theme song with him.
This Is Your Song by agirlsname (E, 79,990 w., 19 Ch. || Moulin Rouge Fusion || Prostitute Sherlock, Poet John, Acting, Singing, Dancing, Writing, Poetry, Musical, Song Fic, Heavy Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Sherlock is French, Love at First Sight, UST, First Kiss/Time, Frottage, Coming in Pants, Anal Sex, Switchlock, Clothed Sex, Crossdressing, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Jealousy, Terminal Illnesses, Grief/Mourning, Breakup/Makeup Sex, Past Drug Use, Attempted Rape, Canon-Typical Violence)– When John Watson is invalided home from the army in 1895, he moves to Paris to rediscover his writing and find a new meaning in life. His old friend Stamford invites him into a group of artist friends, and suddenly John finds himself auditioning to write a show for the famous brothel across the street. There, he meets the most beautiful man he’s ever seen - Sherlock, the star of the Moulin Rouge. But Sherlock is already promised to the investor of the show, the rich Duke Moriarty.
A Case of Identity – The Musical by shamelessmash (E, 83,147 w., 15 Ch. || 1950′s Hollywood AU || Musical, Case Fic, Undercover as an Actor, Dancing, Happy Ending, Kidnapping, Drugs, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Writer/Director John, Slow Burn / Romance) – A mysterious death on set causes chaos in Stamford productions latest movie. With the premiere date left unchanged, they must find a new lead actor and reshoot an entire movie in two months. Sherlock Holmes goes undercover as a lead actor in a Musical: a juggling act to solve a murder while singing, dancing and charming his way through 1950s Hollywood. The last thing he expected was to fall in love with the screenwriter along the way. Or as I like to call it: the case where Sherlock finally gets to dance. Based off this prompt.
To the Sticking Place by blueink3 (E, 121,973 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Musical Theatre AU || Showmance, Friends to Lovers, Bickering, UST / RST, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock, BAMF John, New York City / Broadway) – Renowned Shakespearean actor Sherlock Holmes has finally burned all of his bridges in the theatre industry save for his constant director, Greg Lestrade. John Watson has made a name for himself in the musical theatre circuit, but age and injury are working against him. Can they reinvent themselves for an all-male Macbeth without killing one another? Part 1 of the Screw Your Courage series
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