#songifc

[sataraxia]

you're losing me.

miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary: 'you're losing me' by taylor swift.

genre: angst, so much angst. basically a songfic.

warnings: cursing, violence, hard violence at the end, the reader shows signs of bpd. it "continues" the across the spiderverse plot.

a/n: i wanted to do this for a while now, i'm a fluff fan but a taylor swift one first. english isn't my first language so pls let me know my mistakes.

w.c: 13.2k

You have been with Miguel for more than a while now, just without a confirmation in between, there was never an "I love you", much less an " I’m sorry", but you two knew it, you cared for each other, and it would always be like that, no need for words.

But it was later that you really got to know the man you loved unconditionally.

You say “I don’t understand and i say, “I know you don’t”

“Love, you’ve been with that for a whole week, don’t you think it’s time to stop?” you said with no more than sweetness and care in your voice.

He didn’t say anything, not even look at you.

“I know that it’s important, but you haven't been eating, or sleeping well.” letting out a sigh, you tried to approach him. “I'm going out on a long mission tomorrow, you know, we could get dinner, or something.”

“I don’t understand how you could think that getting dinner is more important than this, and you should be working too, get out.” it was like he had put a wall between you two, ‘cause you didn’t dare to get closer than you were.

And it’s been like that for some time now, since the events of earth 1610, he’s been a workaholic, but you could take it, you always could.

“We thought a cure would come through in time..”

You’ve been out on this mission for almost three weeks, you missed your friends, missed Miguel, ‘cause maybe, just maybe, he was being himself again.

Of course not. When you arrived at the HQ, more specifically his office, the first thing you saw of him was a man yelling at a kid that a citizen was supposed to be dead, and the same fate was meeting the kid’s father.

The thing was, you didn’t really enjoy talking about canon events with Miguel, because you don’t like the term, in fact, you hate that he invented a word that justifies all the pain you, and everyone here, endured.

You wanted to do something, help Miles, but your thoughts were blurry, knowing that every decision you take from now on can change everything with Miguel.

“..now I fear it won’t.”

“Remember lookin’ at this room, we loved it ‘cause of the light.”

The chase after Miles already started, and you just stood there, while every other Spider-Man was trying to capture a kid.

You wanted to scream, most likely to the man who gave the order, but you had to stay on his side, right? 

At least that was what your body wanted, ‘cause suddenly you were in the platform, the one where Miguel had brought you everytime you were injured, where you had your first kiss and the so many more that followed.

You didn’t even think about it, you started helping Miguel telling him where you saw Miles in the cameras, opening the path for him.

“Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time.”

This was the man you’ve fallen for? the one that was hitting a kid, telling him that he shouldn’t even exist? you knew part of his behavior was because of his feral instincts, but trying to justify this was making you sick.

You saw how Miles was running for his life, feeling betrayed by his own people, hurting like hell just wanting to come home to his parents, that’s when it hit you, you couldn’t do this.

He reached the machine that would send him “home”, you could hear your lover yelling at you from the ear piece that you two shared “Shut it off! Come on!”.

“Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?”

Your thoughts were colliding in your mind, the typical “my heart wants something but my brain another” line sounding everywhere.

But time took the choice for you, Miles was already gone and you didn’t do anything to stop it, nothing came from the other side of the communicator, but you’ve never heard a silence quite this loud.

The fear that you were experiencing right now was almost unrecognizable. almost.

“I’m getting tired even for a phoenix, always rising from the ashes”

It was the same fear that you had the day he found you.

Like every other spider person, you had been through a lot, but it came to a point where your family didn’t acknowledge you anymore, the only friend you had died because of you.

So, you’ve always known you were a failure, thinking about it now, maybe the relationship you’ve built with Miguel it’s just because he was the first person that didn’t see you as one.

It was hard at first, learning that everytime your parents insulted you, all the times that you were punished by them, all they took from you, all that was supposed to happen, hell, it had to be like that.

With time, and with Miguel by your side, you grew comfortable in your position, you could stay with him forever, just like he promised all the times you crawled to him after a bad day or a bad memory. forever, right? 

“You might just have dealt the final blow.”

You were facing each other, he was always taller than you, but right now, you feel like the smallest thing in the world, you’ve known this feeling, and you don’t want that to happen with him.

But it was too late to want and not want things.

“Why didn't you do it? It was a simple button.” his voice was raspy, probably from all the yelling before, but he’s being cautious with you, the feeling in your stomach confirms it.

“I didn’t think like it was the right thing.” you didn’t tremble, he knows that you need him, but he also knows the woman you are.

“What?” that was it.

Silence, it could have been just seconds, but it feels like eternity to you, maybe because eternity was beautiful in your eyes, and what he started to say, definitely not.

“It’s incredible how after all this time, all of the effort I put on you, you show up to be just a disappointment, i don’t care what you think.”

“Stop.” he didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean it.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

“No, you dont get for me to stop, I've always been there for you, I saved you again and again for you to turn your back on me? really?” you could feel the anger in his voice.

“Miguel, it's not like that, stop.” a little steps to get closer, you needed him closer.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

“It is like that, it's always like that, you always fail and let me down, you don’t care about the real things because you’re stuck to keep suffering for some stupid thing that happened to you years ago, i'm tired of you being a nuisance to me.”

“My heart won’t start anymore..”

“What?” now it was your turn, without letting the tears take over your face. “I’m a nuisance? And what about you? the only thing you’ve been doing is watching on that little screen something that you could never have again, holding on to the memory of your mistakes, jealous that a kid can know beforehand and actually do something about it!” you know you don’t mean this, you know his suffering, but this was just too much.

“What I do is my business, but you work for me, you have to do what I say.” his tone wasn’t cautious anymore, his words were as thin as a dagger, was it always like that for him?

“I don’t work for you, i’m your-” he cut you off, almost instantly.

“You’re nothing to me.” he didn’t look at you when he said that.

“..for you.”

“What are you gonna do to that kid?” your voice was kinda broken, but you glared at him with storms in your eyes.

“Whatever is necessary to avoid him destroying a whole universe.”

“And the air is thick with loss and indecision.”

“Then I'm gone.” you turned away, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t look back.

He didn’t care if you were gone, he was letting you go just this easy, when your whole body was screaming at you that you should crawl to him, beg for his care and for his love, like you always did.

“Now you’re running down the hallway, and you know what they all say..”

That night, Miguel went to his room, that was yours too, expecting to find you a crying mess, it was always like that, you two had argued before, and he knows that he can fix this, by fixing you.

Opposite of his imagination, you weren’t there, all that was left was all your stuff, the clothes that he loved seeing you wearing, the gifts that he made, the ones that you made, all of it was there, but not you.

He forgot what fear was like, until he saw the little note you had left behind for him.

“i love you.”

It was the first time that one of you “said” that, and he hated it, hated his vulnerability, hated the short tear that was crossing his jaw now, but mostly, he hated you, for making him feel all of this and being gone.

“You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.”

“My heart won’t start anymore (‘cause you’re losing me).”

It had been three months now, you were helping Miles and his band, they were your friends now and they cared for you.

Mostly Gwen, you talked to her a lot, and she’s been helping you with your feelings.

You were miserable, you hated this so much, hated him so much.

The truth was that you were dying to go with him, you were so attached that it was completely painful, and you were fighting with yourself every day.

Because not matter how much you loved Miguel, you were on your own now, and you had the right to think and act for yourself, so if that means you have to be against him, even fight him, then you were going to do it.

That was what you said to yourself, but when the moment came, when all of your friends were fighting against the corporation you helped build, when the love of your life was in front of you, claws and teeth out, you were paralyzed.

“‘Til we were too far gone to bring back to life”

He was getting closer and closer, and some part of you was hoping that this was the man that didn’t even need words for you to know he loved you, the man that you would give up on your life from, you would do anything or everything for the things to go back to how they were.

“I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy.”

And that thought alone bothered you, why would you do everything for a man that was about to kill you if necessary? you were done with this.

You threw the first punch, as it was unexpected, he didn’t block it at all.

“And all I did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” your voice didn’t come off as he expected, you weren’t fragile anymore.

And so it began, he was a fighter and he wasn’t containing, you were hurt but you didn’t stop,for now you were blocking his claws and pushing him towards a kind of factory in the city, the farther away he was from Miles, the better.

“You’re not gonna kill a child Miguel, I'm not letting you.” he didn’t even care to respond, god how you hated that he wasn’t giving any signal of regret in all of this.

“You can still come with us, with me, you know?” of all the things he could’ve said, he chose that.

“Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me.”

You didn’t respond, he kept talking.

“You are my best soldier, come on.” you were under him, he could finish this right now, you were bleeding and sore, he was too.

“I’m the best thing at this party (you’re losing me).”

The only reason you couldn’t hate him was the memories of what you had, but that, the attitude that he has on top of you, like your life was only in his hand, that he was portraying himself as your forever savior, you were boiling with rage.

You moved as fast as you could, pushing him off of you with the studies you had collected of fighting beside him, now you were on top, hitting at him with blood nubling your “pretty eyes” as he called them.

With that, he understood there was not a turning the situation, this was it, this is how it’s gonna end.

He grabbed you with all his strength and started shoving your body against the columns in the old fabric, along with this, he was telling you how disappointed he was, villainizing you for leaving him alone.

You couldn’t hear due to the damage.

“And I'm fading thinking do something, babe, say something.”

Blow comes, blow goes, you weren’t thinking of what you were doing, you were so mad that he wasn’t saying something, that he prefers this before taking the risk of believing in you.

“I hate you.” you thought about every time, how he manipulated you, how he controlled every feeling and idea in your head, and you hated how much you would love to stop this and go back to that.

“Lose something babe, risk something.”

He wasn’t fighting back anymore, the floor was cold and every punch that touched his skin made him feel warm.

He was regretting everything, he didn’t care about Miles now, he didn’t care about another universe anymore, he only cared about you, the universe of his own.

“I did everything for you, I would've died only for you, I would've even killed Miles for you, and I think I would still do it if you just choose me!”

You were letting it all out, not even listening to the voice of the man under you.

“Choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe, unless you’re choosing me.”

You were tired, couldn’t throw anymore hits, and that’s when you noticed, he was barely breathing under you, mumbling some words that you haven’t heard.

Your body didn’t move, you freezed.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

Miguel used his last strength to clean some of the tears that were traveling down your cheek, you could now hear what he was saying.

“I’m so sorry, amor.” it’s the first time you’ve seen a genuine smile.

“Stop, stop, stop.”

You know there was nothing to be done, and no one could help right now, it was just you and him like it was in the beginning.

“I love you.” you whispered to him, grabbing his hand.

“I love you too.” he closed his eyes.

“I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore.”

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

For My Broken Heart (Alexander Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox)

Title: For My Broken Heart

Author: Crazy_Comet_97

Tagline: Alex could believe once upon a time that everything was far from perfect, but to end everything between them without so much as a bad word? That hurt more than he’d wanted to admit.

Song: For My Broken Heart (Reba McEntire)

Word Count: 1,551

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58625488

[fizzywashere87]

rise! leo x fem! reader

notes: i'll give you guys something to snack on while i look for my lost motivation! also this is a songifc i think? idk my older brother was slow dancing to this on his wedding and i loved it :) <3

Warnings: Fem reader, wedding day, mention of God and praying (in the song), also Bieber.

Characters are aged up by the way :)

M.List | 2 Much- Justin Bieber

2 Much

This day has been surreal.

You've been awaiting it for as long as you've laid eyes on him.

Now you're on the dance floor, cleared for just you and your newly wedded husband, in your wedding dress, looking into each others eyes as if nobody else is in the hall, nobody else.

Just you and him.

The music in the background is starting, the fog machine starting to fill the floor with fog around your feet, one of his hands go on your waist, the other holding your hand. Your hand is on his shoulder, the other hand holding his.

Maybe I stare too much Maybe not long enough Funny how I forget to blink

He sways with you around the dance floor, knowing some of your friends would be recording though you don't give it a second thought.

All you could think about was the fact you both made it here, and you're ready to spend eternity together, forever awaits.

When you let down your hair, dancin' like no one's there I know I'm where I'm supposed to be

You both lip sync to the lyrics, knowing the words by heart. Each step the two of you take, was as if it was planned, both in sync, you move as one.

He twirls you around once, before you come back to his hands and you continue swaying. This is going to be your Roman Empire.

Say, "I love you" under my breath More times than you can digest Music every time I hear your name, ohh

Leo puts a quick kiss to your lips, and twirls a curl from your hair between his fingers. You move closer to him, as close as possible. In his eyes, you can see your reflection, in yours, he can see his.

Your head's layin' right on my chest Sun's up, but I still ain't got no rest

Your eyes move to his bowtie, the white rose on his suit, back to his eyes. Leo twirls you around once more, even dipping you making you giggle softly. You didn't know he could dance like this, but you figure it just comes with his "Leo" charm you fell in love with years ago.

Even as teens you would run around, giggling with each other like friends, bicker like an old married couple at times, cuddle as crushes, go out on dates like partners, and kiss as lovers.

But now,

Now,

You're dancing as husband and wife.

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

You touch your nose to his snout, as you both smile. Seems he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you again- or maybe he didn't try to suppress it- either way, Leo kisses you again and pulled away with the same smile.

The moment feels like eternity, you always teased him for loving Justin Bieber, even as you would listen to his songs with him. The only thought that filled your head right now was, 'These lyrics hit hard as fuck.'

When I can't feel you, I feel out of touch Two seconds without you's like two months

Leo leans down and kisses your forehead as he sways with you, he's here with you. You're locked in, he's not leaving you now. You and Leo, forever awaiting. You feel his hand on you waist softly rub against your dress as he smiles at you.

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

You grin at him, singing softly with him as the music plays over you. You nuzzle at his face as he kisses you again.

Normally, you would've mocked him for being so affectionate, saying he's such a sap. However, right now, you're dreams are coming true and you're taking what you can. Everything that was ever taken from you seems to be made up for just in this moment.

'Cause eternity with you ain't long enough Two seconds without you's like two months And that's too much

Going over all the memories you've had with Leo up until now. From when you first met him and instantly clicked, becoming friends. What Leo never told you was that from the second he seen you, he knew you were going to be in his life forever.

As you two went from friends, to crushes, to lovers, you realize this is what you were made for. You and him, always and forever.

Love the way you love your mom Take on all your friends problems Still somehow stop the world for us, ohh

You fell in love with the way he would put everyone before himself. The way he would do it in ways people would call him selfish for only looking out for himself. How much smarter he was than he let on. The way you could read him based on his response to certain situations.

You didn't like the way he would put everything on himself, but you found it endearing when he would try. But most of all, Leo would always stop everything, put everything aside for you.

I still relieve that second I made my biggest blessing Prayed for you, look what God has turned

When Leo first kissed you, it felt like your entire face was on fire, you couldn't quite get ahold of the butterflies in your stomach, and your knees buckled under you, making him go to catch you. You were so embarrassed then but when he smiled at you after, you felt the embarrassment was nothing.

Wishing on 11:11 might have worked after all you think.

Say, "I love you" under my breath More times than you can digest Music every time I hear your name, oh

Leo brings you back to your sense when he twirls you again, and you reciprocate by pulling him around until he brings you back to his arms. You think about how he showers you with kisses every morning you when you had slept over that night, how you get butterflies when somebody mentions his name, and how he's looking at you right now.

Leo loves you as much- possibly more than you love him.

Your head's layin' right on my chest Sun's up, but I still ain't got no rest

This time, it's you who kisses him, as you reach up and place a kiss on his lips, and he keeps you there a tad-bit longer. This kiss was longer than the ones he's given you throughout your dance. You don't want this moment to end.

After Leo pulls away, he smiles at you and you grin at him. Both of you lip syncing to the song you'll claim you hate, though he wouldn't have chose it if he thought that was true. (I mean it's quite obvious you listened to Bieber a lot growing up.)

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

Leo guides you to his steps, and he leans close to your ear and whispers the lyrics softly causing you to giggle. (thanks Amor) You see the indoor sparklers go off and the light from the fire illuminates him, and God, his eyes. His emerald eyes seem to glow, as if they themselves, are a light source.

When I can't feel you, I feel out of touch Two seconds without you's like two months

With Leo, he taught you early on that in a real relationship, you don't have to worry about being too affectionate, and you didn't have to worry about him getting bored or losing feelings.

When your thoughts would spiral, Leo never got mad, he listened. After he listened he would reassure you, when he reassured you, never did you have that gut feeling he was going to leave you.

Leo took care of you, and he reached out, texted first, and showed you he cared. He was the light in your eyes, and you don't worry about if he's going to rip it from you anymore.

He shows you how to be loved, and lets you love him.

Don't wanna close my eyes, I'm scared I'll miss too much Don't wanna fall asleep, I'd rather fall in love

You two sway a bit more as the sparklers die down, Leo kisses your forehead, but he lets go of your hand and moves it to your waist. You put your hand on his other shoulder but raise a brow. Leo grins and picks you up, twirling you around for a bit longer than you'd expected.

As he spun you, it felt like you were flying, like gravity just forgot to pull you back to the ground again. You felt safe in his arms, safe in only his arms. Nobody else, just you and him.

When he puts you to your feet he smiles at you as you giggle. Even a dumbass could tell you two were in love. In love, and made for each other. His hands stay on your waist as he guides you to sway with him once more. You both gaze into each other's eyes lovingly as you continue to sing softly.

'Cause eternity with you ain't long enough Two seconds without you's like two months And that's too much

As the song comes to an end, everybody starts clapping and Leo dips you again to make you squeal in surprise. You playfully and lightly punch his arm unable to do it without a smile.

It's going to be you and Leo forever.

You and him, forever awaits.

[nervoustoastthing]

[SUICIDE MENTION AHEAD]

Y’all I need help finding this one fic on Ao3. It’s where Percy tried to commit suicide and it’s a songifc. It has the lyrics from “Hold On” spread throughout.

[auredosa]

got into my wicked phase and my stupid songifc animatic brain was like “morganthe + ‘defying gravity’” and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.

[freezethebeez]

you story's in my fingers (you'll never wash away)

“Is it weird that I don’t think I ever wanna get married?” Hinata had asked out of the blue. Tobio paused the video replay of one of their opponents recent matches.  “No,” he replied bluntly, and usually he’s pretty confident in his answers, but for some reason, Tobio had started to doubt himself. Romero is married , Tobio had thought, and he can still play volleyball at a high level. It’s normal for other people to get married, too. Tobio’s thoughts had then been followed up with , ‘Do I want to get married?’ which prompted him to add: “Unless it is weird.”

in which Tobio and Shouyou discover a couple new things about themselves.

info: songifc, self-discovery, queerplatonic hinata/kageyama, post-time skip, canon compliant

[becauseplot]

for ask meme, 27!

2. for fic recs, Double Down by Ontuli. it’s an Alice in Borderlands DSMP au, incomplete but very close to done. death games, really cool worldbuilding and a mystery unraveling with non-chronological storytelling.

#27 - what do you listen to while writing?

ohhh man, i hate to break it to you but im one of those crazies that RARELY listens to anything while writing. yeah. yeah i know. i really wish i could listen to songs with lyrics while i write but i just can't. words are trying to get in while i'm trying to get words to come out, and my brain is a one way street. it just doesn't work.

when i do need to listen to something---to set the mood for myself, or to block out a background conversation---i just look up different ambiance tracks on youtube. however, a lot of my writing *is* inspired by songs in some way, even if they're not explicitly stated to be songifcs. i can and will loop songs days on end thinking about my silly little guys.

and thanks for the rec!! i've never watched a full episode of Alice in Borderlands (the show is too stressful for me lmaooooo) but i love the premise!! sounds like a fun time :)

[renjunplanet]

me tornei aquilo que eu mais temia, ficwriter que só escreve songifc

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

May I Have This Dance?

Requested by @fatherpaulsimp whom I thank dearly.

Apparently the american way to dance blues is much different from what they teach you in the czech voluntarily mandatory ballroom dancing classes? I only know that, though, so...

Here’s the song, amazingly sung by The King

May I Have This Dance? - 1K

You would never have guessed how many things were stored in the small rectory. When Father Paul asked you to help him sort through Monsignor Pruitt's things you were obviously more than willing to help. The old priest would be staying on the mainland in a nursing facility and so Paul wanted to move some of his things there to make him feel more at home. When citizens of Crockett Island learned that they wouldn't be getting their Monsignor back some of them decided to visit him in his new home. One of them was Bev, obviously, but then there were Annie and Ed, Erin and also the Scraboroughs. Leeza was very excited to visit the old priest, as she hoped he would remember her and see that she didn't need her wheelchair anymore. You actually saw the family come back on the Belle, all of them had puffy eyes and big smiles on their faces. He remembered.

Now though, you sat cross-legged in the rectory living area going through a box after box Father Paul produced from god knows where. There were trinkets, old postcards and newspapers. You put some of the more touching cards to the side, surely Monsignor Pruitt would like to read them to remind himself that he was very much loved. And then something caught your eye. On the very bottom of the box were some stiff pieces of paper - and on closer inspection you found out they were actually cases of LP records. "Hey!" you called out to Paul who also was elbow deep in another box. "Wouldn't take the Monsignor for an Elvis fan!" You waved the record above your head. Father Paul just smiled at you and carried on with his work.

On the cover there was a list of songs the record contained. You were delighted to find one of them was 'You don't have to say you love me'. Immediately you started to look for a record player with your eyes, and after a while, you finally spotted it. It was sitting on a low shelf in the rectory study area.

You checked the electronics out - it was an older model, the cover was a bit dusty, but after you plugged it in you saw that the turntable was spinning. "Paul," you called over your shoulder. There were footsteps behind you: "What is it?" he asked, crouching down beside you. You grinned at him and took his hand without thinking: "Dance with me, please?" The priest looked at you strangely for a bit: "what, really?" "Yes! Please, I love this song!" You tried your best puppy eyes at him, hoping he would take mercy on you. He had the audacity to actually throw his head back and chuckle: "Okay. But, well, I have no idea how to dance." Your eyes shone as you took a hold of his hand, stood up, and pulled him up with you. "That's absolutely fine, this is very simple-" You immediately got to explaining to the priest how to move into the rhythm, when to walk and when to spin you and, after you were satisfied with his understanding, you put the record onto the turntable and gently put the needle on it.

When you put his right hand onto your waist and took hold of his other hand he seemed to be blushing a bit.

When I said, I needed you

You said you would always stay

You started the basic move and he followed, looking at his feet, trying to match the rhythm and remember what you taught him while avoiding stepping on your toes.

It wasn't me who changed, but you

And now you've gone away.

Don't you see that now you're gone

And I'm left here on my own

Then I have to follow you

And beg you to come home.

He was getting better at this. Father Paul actually stopped looking at his feet and moved to gaze into your eyes, moving slowly and rhythmically. He span you when he was supposed to spin you and he did so quite gracefully. It was your turn to blush, as his eyes were so intense, you felt your legs tremble a little bit. You failed to notice that he was rather closer to you than he was when you began dancing.

You don't have to say you love me

Just be close at hand

You don't have to stay forever

I will understand

He truly was leading now, leading you and spinning you and you couldn't help but submit to him while letting yourself get lost in the music. The song was beautiful, and Presley's voice was beautiful, and your dance partner was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. "I can't believe you haven't done this before," you said after he actually improvised some move, spinning you into the other direction and twice as fast. He only smiled softly and kept dancing.

Believe me, believe me,

I can't help but love you,

But believe me,

I'll never tie you down.

Feeling nearly faint you held onto him, by now you were so close your bodies were almost touching. God, you wanted to kiss him, he was looking at you like you were the most amazing person in the world and your gaze fell onto his perfect cupid's bow. You leaned into each other even more and were now flush against one another. You could feel every move he made before he made it, and he was solid and warm, and his right arm was wrapped around your waist holding you tights. He foregone the spinning part some time ago, choosing to sway you softly instead.

Right as you were sure you were actually going to kiss him though,

Left alone with just a- just a- just a- just a-

"Oh," you sighed softly, not yet quite back on earth, "it's busted." Now Father Paul and you were standing still, yet holding onto each other, impossibly close. Against your chest you felt the rapid thumping of both of your hearts. Looking into his eyes again, you saw such softness and fondness it could have made you cry. He was smiling now, his hold of you tightening a bit, this was no longer a dancing stance, he was embracing you.

"I'll get us a new one."

Thank you for reading and thank you @fatherpaulsimp​ again for requesting. You can read this story and the entire collection on AO3. I adore feedback.

[kodiakwhiskey]

Domestic Bliss

Domestic Bliss//////Spencer x Fem!OC

Summary: Spencer figures out that Aria's relationship has turned abusive and starts trying to help her (First person)

Tw: domestic violence,physical abuse, mild description of gore (anything else that can be applied to the show lol)

I see the bruise, I see the truth

I see what he's been doin' to you

Blood on the shoes, what's his excuse?

He say he doin' some new kung fu

You always use his bullshit excuse

But I see what he's been doin' to you

There was no point in trying to hide it anymore. No matter how many different techniques I knew about makeup, this was still there. Raw, fresh, and now very irritated. It was getting harder to hide this and I couldn’t do it anymore. So why can’t I leave? Why am I at my job so early in the morning when I know he’ll lose his shit on me when I get home for not being there. I tried my best, but I settled for a bandage instead. I can just make something up. I’m already accident prone. I start on some paperwork, trying to take my mind off things.

I technically wouldn’t have any issues leaving. Think about it realistically. I literally work in a department to help these kinds of situations. It would be so easy to just tell Hotch or Rossi and go into witness protection. I could stop my checks so he wouldn’t be able to use my card. I wouldn’t have a home… My mother won’t take me back; she loves him more than me. 

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Spencer setting a cup of coffee down next to me.

“Hey… Donovan… what happened?” I shook my head at him.

“I burned it with a straightener.” No. You were so close to telling him that bastard put his cigarette out on your face. About how he… No. Not now if Spencer’s here it means everyone else will be. 

When everyone got there and Hotch pulled everyone in for briefing I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a case, all the way in Colorado. I sat and listened to anyone, but had nothing to offer, opting to just take notes instead. I called him on the way to the plane, knowing he wouldn’t answer.

“Please leave a message after the tone”

“Hey, Kev. It’s me um. Our case is out of state so I’m going to be gone for a few days. Reception might be spotty but I…” I choked a little. “I will call to check in when I can.” I hung up and turned my phone off as we pulled up to the jet. I felt Spencer’s eyes on me, but I couldn’t dare meet them. I just took my usual seat in the back corner, tucking myself against the window. Even if this was only for a couple days it could really give me the break I need. Maybe that’s what we both need. He’s much nicer after I’ve been gone for a while. It reminds me of the first couple years we were together. Back when he still called me pet names like, sugar or bunny. I shut my eyes, trying to get some rest. Everything would be fine.

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why'd you go back for that kiss?

Maybe it tastes like him

When you got tears in your lips

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why don't we pack and leave this?

Why do you smile when he cries?

Why do you cry when he wins?

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Third pov

Spencer set his things down, in his usual seat next to Aria, and moved to sit with the group at the table.

“So is anyone else going to acknowledge it too?” His voice was quiet and everyone else had solemn expressions on their faces.

“Look… as much as I want to do something, you know as well as I do that getting involved before she’s ready could be even more dangerous.” Rossi’s voice was quiet, anger lacing his words.

“We’re going back to her hometown. Her mother is there, we could-” Derek cut him off. 

“Reid. This is a part of keeping her safe. We can’t corner her like that; she'll associate it with whatever he’s doing at home and slip into a trauma response.” Emily stayed silently, Looking over at her, sleeping and tucked away under Spencer’s cardigan.

Hotch had been in the opposite corner, watching the team. “We do have a ‘No Profiling’ rule on each other.” Spencer’s face fell, guilt ridden in his eyes. “But we can bend the rules a little. Her behavior has indicated it’s only getting worse. It’s a matter of time before he snaps and kills her.” Hotch knew the severity of the situation all too well. Derek had seen his sister go through that and now he was seeing another sister hide it.

“It would be best if Garcia approached her about it.” Everyone looked over at Emily, who had been quiet until now. “The two of them are close and she’s the only one out of us who's actually spent time around him.” She was trying to sound rational, but she knew Penelope had a tenderness they didn’t quite understand.

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Aria

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and opened my eyes to see Reid’s dark red cardigan on me, his touch gentle. 

“Hey we landed.” He grabs my bag, along with his, and gets off the plane with everyone else.

I got off and slid into the passenger seat of the car Hotch was driving, Spencer climbing into the seat behind him, he had such a cute clueless expression on his face. Poor thing never really liked change. 

“Hotch, I need a favor to ask of you.” I kept my voice low, but I knew Spencer and Derek would hear it anyway. Hotch titled his ear towards me, the silent indicator that he was listening. “Since we’ll be in town, I’d like to take a couple hours for some personal business.” He nodded knowingly, like he always does.

Fight for me

We can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Go to Hawaii

Fight for me

Said we can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Hawa-hawaii

“That’s okay. But I want your head in case at all working times.” You nodded, and settled in for the long car ride from the airport to Granby Ranch.

I did attempt to call Kevin when we arrived, but the cell service had always been awful out here.

When we pulled up to the ranch, the first thing I noticed was the sculpture at the entrance had been damaged. We got out of the Jeep and Hotch went directly to talk to the County police. I stepped towards the crime scene, taking a look at everything. Right in the edge of the woods. Man this was getting creepy. A voice behind me registers as Spencer’s but my mind is racing. There was blood everywhere. The trees were lined, reaching as high as 6 feet. I step further, slipping on a pair of gloves before I stop dead in my tracks.

“Hey… Um… did they miss a body in the initial report?” It was like a bad car crash. I couldn’t look away from her mangled body. This was definitely not a wild animal. I doubt any Elk or bear could make a clean cut like that. The world started spinning the longer I stared and just as I was expecting to hit the hard ground I felt something soft and warm.

You got balloons

New flowers too

Last one's dyin' in your bedroom

He's squeezin' you

Blame-blaming you

Mama just usin' her red perfume

“Donovan. Hey, hey you have to wake up.” Spencer's voice is warm above me, nurturing almost. It doesn’t take long for my ears to ring and for my hearing to drop.

When I’m fully conscious, there’s a bright light in my eye. I blink slowly, trying to shield my face.

“Oh Aria, thank god.” Rossi is above me, putting the flashlight away, and I feel a warm hand on my cheek. I tilt my eyes and realize I’m in Spencer’s lap, furiously blushing. “Do you know where you are right now?” Spencer’s voice is soft above me and I wrack my memory. The second I close my eyes I’m looking at that poor woman’s dismembered head again and I stifle a scream. “Hey, hey take it easy. You need to move slowly.” Spencer’s hand on my shoulder is a warm reminder. I’m okay. Rossi and Spencer slowly helped me up. Hotch sent Spencer, Derek, and I to the police station in Frasier, where they had set up shop. With me driving, we pulled up in 15 minutes. Granted, they both were pale, but they weren’t dead.

Eventually we started piecing everything together. It was 8 pm when Kevin called me.

I answered, putting him on speaker so I could continue working. “Hey Kev.”

“Don’t fucking Hey Kev me. Where are you?” I was really glad Derek and Spencer had left the room.

“I called you earlier before we left but it went to voicemail. Did you not get my message?”

“You know what I’m fucking asking you. Don’t be a bitch to me.” 

“I’m in Wyoming in the mountains.” Lie. Don’t give yourself away. “Kevin, I have work to do.”

“Fine but don’t expect anything from me when you get back. Lying bitch.” He spit the words at me like venom before the line clicked off. I closed my phone. Whatever God or Gods existed in this universe surely wouldn’t let me stay like this… but it had been 3 years now. I had to do it myself. I couldn’t rely on anyone else. 

Domestic bliss

I know how bad you wanted it

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why'd you go back for that kiss?

Maybe it tastes like him

When you got tears in your lips

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why don't we pack and leave this?

Why do you smile when he cries?

Why do you cry when he wins?

“Aria?” Spencer’s face had fallen. I didn’t realize I was crying. “Hey… is everything okay?” He slid into the seat next to me, his hand on my knee. I shook my head, and just leaned into him. “I’m here for you. You know that right? You’re not alone.” I didn’t say anything, just letting myself sink further. 

“I don’t think you’re much help like this Donovan.” Derek put his hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you and Reid go get checked in. I’m sure everyone will follow shortly.” I nodded, walking out of the station with Spencer, and climbing into the passenger seat of the SUV, letting him take the helm. I closed my eyes and rested against the window of the door.

I think I vaguely remember him getting a bag of food on the way, but I couldn’t pay attention. There was too much going on. Spencer woke me up gently, letting me get my bearings before heading inside.

“Here’s your room keys. You’ll both be in 117.” My jaw almost fell to the floor. Crap there was no way this would end out okay. He’s gonna find out and he’ll get hurt trying to help me.

Spencer thanked her, and we went to our room, The door clicking softly behind us.

“Aria… I need to talk to you.” I sat on one of the beds, staking my claim, taking my shoes off. “I know Kevin is abusing you.” I stared at him for a minute, unblinking. His voice was soft, and he knelt in front of me, wiping away the tears that came. “I need to know how to help you. Please. I can’t see you like this anymore.” The floodgates opened and I threw myself around him, his hands lacing into my hair.

“Please… Don’t make me go back. I can’t do it anymore.” I feel his hand push down my sweater, the various bruises and scabs littered my collarbone and his face fell.

Fight for me

We can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Go to Hawaii

Fight for me

Said we can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Hawa-hawaii

“Aria… I’m going to kill him.” I’ve never seen him this upset. “He won’t get away with hurting the person I love like this.” He met my eyes realizing he said that out loud.

“Spencer…” He pulled me into him for a kiss, sweet and tender just like him. “I love you too…” 

Spencer’s hands never left me, pulling me into bed with him, pulling me close. He littered my back and shoulder with kisses, being extra careful around my bruises.

The next morning we wrapped up the profile, my phone staying off. Spencer never left my side.

It took another day or two to catch the guy. He’d been dating all the victims and playing them off of each other. I hated that I drew the comparisons to Kevin, and now that the case was over, I had to face him again… 

Spencer and I packed our hotel room, and he agreed to come with me to see my mom

I knocked on the door, and he squeezed my hand quickly, letting go as the door opened.

“Hi mom.”

“Oh baby hi. What are you doing here? Where’s that sweet Kevin.”

“Actually, that’s why I’m here. Can I come inside?” She stepped aside to let us through, pulling out the coffee mugs and pouring us both a cup from the freshly made pot.

“What’s going on honeybee?” She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee.

“I don’t know how to tell you this so I figured I’d just show you.” I shrugged my jacket off for the first time in days around someone, the bruises covering almost every surface of my arms and shoulders, various scabbing in areas.

“Oh honey. I told you you need to quit this job. You’re hurting yourself.” I tried not to sound too annoyed.

“No ma. It’s Kevin… He’s been abusing me for 3 years now.” Her eyes widened.

“Aria you will not lie in this house.”

“Ma’am it’s not a lie.” Spencer spoke to her, not even introducing himself. “If you heard the things he says to her over the phone, you would know she isn’t lying.”

“You both need to leave.” Mom stood up and snatched the mugs away retreating to the kitchen. “You’re a disgrace.” I sighed, and grabbed Spencer’s hand, walking to the door.

“I guess that makes two of us. Have a good life mom. I hope you’re not so lonely with Kevin in it.” I closed the door without another word, basically running with Spencer to the SUV.

My God, I'll be right in

A trickle of lighting

I knew before I heard

I felt in my skin

My God, I'll be right in

A trickle of lighting

I knew before I heard

I felt in my skin

The phone call with Penelope was rough. She was crying more than I was, but within minutes she confirmed there was now a protection order in place, and that the police were detaining him for the night so I could gather my things.

“You can stay with me.” Spencer’s hand was soft on mine, and I nodded, falling asleep on his shoulder on the jet ride home. All of the guys insisted on coming with me to my old apartment, on the off chance he was still there, so as soon as we finished the last bit of paperwork, Rossi, Hotch, and Derek all followed me over.  It was quiet when we entered, my cat trotting over, meowing at me. 

“Looks like he trashed the place before they took him.” Derek flipped over a cracked photo frame, and Spencer picked up the black fluffy void, her purring as loud as a lawn mower. Rossi helped me pack my clothes in a bag, and Hotch grabbed various things of mine from the shelf for a box, everything he deemed important, while Derek stole all the batteries out of the electronics, and took all the food and alcohol out of the cabinets, leaving behind only sugar, flour, and ketchup.

Spencer helped me gather the cat’s things and helped me take them to the car. When we got back up I heard Kevin shouting. Spencer pushed me behind him walking into the living room. 

“You have no right to be packing her things. She can’t leave me, I'm the only one she has left.”

“Obviously that’s a lie.” Spencer’s comment made everyone stop and stare at him. “She has 4 people who are here to clearly collect her things and protect her from you. Where is your support Kev?” I never heard him speak like that, my hands were gripping his cardigan so tightly my knuckles were white. Rossi and Hotch pushed past him with the last of my boxes, Rossi taking me by the hand and leading me out.

Spencer turned and Derek put the final nail in the coffin, knocking a photo off the wall, while making eye contact with him.

He didn’t try to come after me. He didn’t acknowledge my existence, and he let me leave.

The guys dropped everything off at Spencer’s with me, Birdie immediately making herself at home on his sofa, her face buried in her long black fur.

Fight for me

We can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Go to Hawaii

Fight for me

Said we can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Hawa-hawaii

[jordanparker]

Jordan’s Choice for Starker Song Sunday: Woman of the Hour by Stela Cole 

After Tony and Peter's world-crushing break up, the world had expected for Peter Parker to slowly disappear out of the celebrity world.  Except they had forgotten that Peter doesn't lower his head; ever. So everyone is surpised when the next week's headlines are of the sight of him and one Harry Osborn. Together. And well was anyone really surprised when the headlines for the next day were, "Stark and Parker Back Together!"

[ya-boy-roy-toy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd Characters: Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Batfamily Members Additional Tags: Holiday time, Christmas Shopping, gift shopping, Family, Holidays, Songfic, Holiday Songs, a light sprinkle of Angst, It's Jason what do you expect Series: Part 2 of Jayroy Holiday Song Fics Summary:

The duo had been wandering around Gotham for hours now, doing the very holiday activity that Jason dreaded: Gift Shopping.

//Tag along with Jason and Roy as they try to take on the holidays, one bat-sibling gift at a time...//

[yoonglebaby]

ghost of you (yoonkook)

em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos ♡

[voiceintheradio-archived]

/ Song-fic kinda, cw suicidal Wilford kinda / one of my favorite songs btw cus yea.

Listen up, boys, I'm gonna die The seconds counting To my final cry Ah!

Mark my words, y'see I'm breathing in the Open gates to hell

Wilford was walking along the edge of the rooftop, arms stretched out to keep his balance. He was swaying a lot, tilting and tipping on purpose. Wanting to fall, not wanting to? The sun was setting, the sky a deep red and orange, clouds turning purple and violet and lavender.

I'll say, the thought Of death and I A merry couple Laughing at the likes of you Human toxins

I mean, take a guess... Why should I stick around?

He giggled as he twirled where he was, toes at the very edge, almost making him fall off. Wilford just laughed though, shrugging and continuing. Death meant nothing to him, and he meant nothing to death. He didn’t care.

Many back doors And many methods Take your chances With a life worth losing

Simple as can be, Oh, I could care less Don't you worry about me

Someone was coming. Wilford could hear, but he didn’t care. No one needed to worry about him, he was always fine after all. Always smiles and giggles, never worried when injured in any way, in any fatality. He could care less about being injured, he knew he’d be fine. He got hurt often enough, he tried the most dangerous things often enough. He was sure he couldn’t even die.

I'll say, the thought Of death and I Disdaining people Pointing at the worthless girl Saying she's something

I mean, look at me

Wilford turned to the other ego, grinning. He was very aware of how death was just a joke to him. That’s why he sought it out, wanted it, craved it. Death meant nothing to him, death wasn’t real. He searched for death to find it. Or not. Wanting to know if it was a real thing or not.

HA HA HA MY LIFE'S A JOKE RAZOR BLADE DRAWINGS COLOUR AND RUIN

I DON'T TAKE LIFE SERIOUSLY I'M JUST A FOOL I'M JUST A FOOL

He laughed at the other’s concern, twirling again, skipping on the railing, swinging his arms. Why was he so worried? Nothing could happen to Wilford! And he was supposed to be the clown, wasn’t he? Always laughing, always happy, always the bubbly bubblegum bitch! He was here just for that, right?

I REALLY DON'T CARE WASTING MY TEARS AND SPITTING OUT FEARS

AND TURNING UP THE CARBON MONOXIDE I'M JUST A FOOL I'M JUST A FOOL

Wilford rubbed his cheeks as the other ego pointed out the tears on them. He didn’t understand. Crying didn’t solve anything, being afraid of anything didn’t solve anything. Yet he was still afraid, that he’d be alone, that he’d be forgotten, that he’d be replaced. But, no one needed to know any of that. Or anything else. He took a deep breath of the heavy air around him, glad the other ego was far enough away to not smell the burnt caramel.

Now, enough of this I'm sick and tired Of your constant sympathy for me

Mark my words, y'see I'm breathing in a Simply deadly remedy

The other ego was concerned for him. Wilford didn’t care. Whenever he wasn’t as bubbly as he was supposed to be, he was pitied instead of worried about. Not really, at least. Whenever Wilford didn’t understand something, like death, he was pitied. He knew he was. He could see it, he could hear it.

Those days I'm reminiscing on Mean absolutely nothing to a Worthless girl Such as I

I mean, what's the point? If there even is one...

Wilford huffed at the ego and turned his back to him again. He didn’t see a point in trying to talk to him, trying to reason. He was just a dumb idiot for all of the others after all, supposed to just be happy and laughing. Making jokes. Making a joke out of himself. He didn’t know why he’d ever bother trying to be different.

Call it quits, I Just wanna die And blood's dripping-dropping

I can't get enough Staining everything and Leaving toxins Hanging loosely in the air

He would be in his room, like always when he wasn’t expected anywhere and had nothing to do. But he hated being there. It always smelled of blood, of iron, even if there was none. Or maybe there was, and he didn’t know. He sometimes even felt it dropping onto his skin. He rubbed his arms, feeling phantom drops on them. He looked at his hands, seeing them red. Were they really? He could smell it.

I know you'll never give a damn It's not like anybody Even cared for this Human toxin

He smiled and shrugged, knowing no one would care if he was covered in blood anyways. Even when it was his own, no one batted an eye. No one bothered to ask if he was covered in his own blood or someone else’s after all.

HA HA HA MY LIFE'S A JOKE RAZOR BLADE DRAWINGS COLOUR AND RUIN

TURNING UP THE CARBON MONOXIDE I'M JUST A FOOL I'M JUST A FOOL

Wilford waved the other ego away as he called out to them, feeling the heels of his feet float, feet tipped over the edge of the roof. Falling would just be amusing. He’d laugh, and everyone else would roll his eyes at his stupidity. Or whatever they thought it was.

He didn’t get to though, as the ego just pulled him down suddenly, Wilford not having noticed him approaching as he had been thinking how it would be to fall. To see the sky, the top of the roof, getting further and further away. His stomach hurt thinking about it. It was stained red, shirt soaked. His hands were covered in blood. The smell was overwhelming.

But he was dragged away by his hand his blood-stained, red- no, his clean hand. He was here for amusement, he remembered.

What had he been doing up here anyways?

[kurosstuff]

Heather songfic will hopefully be out like next week ish?

Started the bela fic as well too idk when that will be done though-

[florelia12]