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sickkheartt · 2 months
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swoulist · 2 years
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useryasira · 11 months
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old money girl
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bi-buckrights · 9 months
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Buddie + The Gaslight Anthem: 8/?
But I will hold you in my arms, Where rust and sorrow lie Underneath the bounding main tonight.
– Sweet Morphine, The Gaslight Anthem
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iiammrandi · 2 months
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cjrights · 9 months
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bad idea right? ~ e.w. ~ prologue
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based on bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo
summary: a couple of months after you and ellie end a serious relationship, she calls you with her new address. you've both been lonely and you do admit you want to see her. bad idea right? pairing: mean ex!ellie × afab!reader warnings: modern au!, ellie being mean and manipulative, breakup, cursing, etc mostly me setting up this fic 😛😘 an: not proofread but GUYS i have no idea if someone has done this already I don’t think so but as i was listening to this song for the first time I knew I wanted to write an ellie fic ab it so yay here we are! im not sure how consistent these parts will come out because I’m in school but here’s prologue! word count: 175 masterlist for fic
8 months ago
“what the hell are you saying ellie?” tears are streaming down your face as you scream at your girlfriend, well- now ex girlfriend.
“im saying i think we should take a little break. jesus, why are you all worked up? you practically begged for this when you whined every night about me planning to move.”
“that’s definitely NOT what i was saying ellie. why are you putting words into my mouth?”
ellie stands up off your small, green, fabricated couch. “whatever. just… don’t text me. for awhile. this move is a lot of stress and to be honest, i don’t need another thing on my plate.”
your heart is shattering more and more by each second passing. “another… thing?” your sadness and shock is quickly turning into blinding rage. “you need to leave. right now. get OUT of my house RIGHT NOW.”
ellie doesn’t say anything as you yell at her, just grabs her keys off your coffee table and walks out the door, leaving you to sob on your couch, alone.
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when i keep hyperfixating on various artists all throughout the year, pretending i've never loved anything half as much, and people being confused who my actual favourite artist is like bitch me too
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punkrockmixtapes · 9 months
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The Gaslight Anthem - History Books (ft. Bruce Springsteen) - Official V...
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clunge · 1 month
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The Gaslight Anthem - Dark Places
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tinkerbitch69 · 1 month
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Guys, help! a song is giving me gender envy.
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useryasira · 9 months
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bi-buckrights · 5 months
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How about 47 for the spotify wrapped drabbles? :) Only if it sparks joy, of course!
Hi, thank you so much for the prompt 🥰 #47 is Blue Dahlia by the Gaslight Anthem
not another soul could love you (like my rotten bones do) | 1.3k
He peppers kisses along Eddie’s jaw, stopping to nibble lightly just under his ear before trailing wet kisses down his neck. Eddie tils his head to give him better access, letting out a pleased sigh which serves to spur Buck on. He presses his tongue into the dip of Eddie’s collar bone, appreciating the soft moan it elicits. He follows the slope of Eddie’s collar bone until he reaches his shoulder. He’s about to press another kiss into Eddie’s skin, but freezes. His heart skips a beat at the sight of a scar, thinking back to the taste of Eddie’s blood in his mouth, splattered across his face. But then he realizes this is the opposite shoulder, not the one that a bullet tore through in the middle of the day in the streets of Los Angeles. No, this scar is from another time. He brushes his fingers over the scar reverently, knowing it’s a mirror of Eddie’s other shoulder. It hits him, not for the first time, how many times he’s come close to losing Eddie. That there was a chance that Eddie could’ve been taken from him before they even met.
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Send me a number 1-100 and I will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped
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girlwbloodsugar · 1 year
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deceptivelyawesome · 6 months
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iiammrandi · 5 months
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at this point
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