Simonandgarfunkel Geschichten

After Simon & Garfunkel disbanded Art Garfunkel became a high school math teacher.

It's just a little fic I thought would be cute of Art listing things off that he loved about Paul

This is a compilation of various imagines an smuts from bands such as The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Beach Boys, The Hollies, etc. I take requests from comments or direct messages. I hope you all enjoy!

Just a play on a classic song.

Originally posted on AO3 in 2023... Storyline: During the Ohio State concert in 1968, Artie forgets to take off his ring before going on stage. No biggie except it's part of the matching set that he and Paul exchanged together, and Paul is wearing his. Matchy-matchy. Worry sets in. 💍 A/N: from tumblr discussions on the right-hand ring Paul wore in the '60's, but mysteriously disappeared after the duo broke up. 🤔 Photos from aforementioned concert show Art has a ring on his right hand too. He only wore it that one time as far as we know. So.... 💍 I was prompted to write this after I joked on tumblr that "this should be the start of a fan fic!" Then came the reply: "write it!" 😀 🤩 Thank you my love, SDJ2, 🤩 @froyo-ravioli (tumblr), for the challenge! 🫶🏻😘🥰 💍 Title from the song "Wrapped Around Your Finger" by The Police. 💍 Not beta'd yet 💍 find me on tumblr: duchess-of-chaos

"Everything worth doing starts with being scared"-Art Garfunkel The graduation play, Paul Simon finally talks to the blonde boy that he has kept his eye on for awhile, his name is Art Garfunkel. The two Jewish boys from Queens, New York start a wonderful friendship, and a duo. As love florished between the two, so did an evil entity. Paul's past begins to haunt his future, can he keep their relationship and his past?

This is really short and I don't really know if I should make a series but hey here's something to fill the space

Simon Taft and Genevieve "Garfunkel" Bell are close friends. I haven't decided on much more, I just write this to help myself practice for school :)

I write bands and solo artists imagines, from the 60s/70s. Sometimes I'll do 80s. Requests are closed atm!

Simo & Garfunkel This is my serious stuff.

Written for the Stairway to Another World story contest. Sound. It surrounds us and swallows us. However, despite its overpowering nature, when Katherine is pushed into a world world without sound, she realizes how desperately she needs it. With a nod to Simon and Garfunkel's classic, Katherine rediscovers speaking instead of just talking, and listening instead of just hearing. Whether harmony or dissonance, sound connects us to the world around us.

A.k.a. Why did we let Daltrey drive.

It's 1942, two Polish Jews by the names Paul Simon and Arthur Garfunkel are just sent to the Warsaw Ghetto. They are both sent to the same house. Neither talk to each other for awhile. They are trying to comprehend their situation. When they start to talk they form an indestructible bond that soon turns into love. Now they've got two demons at hand. Will they survive? A/N: Yes I am very aware that neither of them come from Poland, but yeah.

A short story inspired by the hit song "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel.

So I found this on Instagram and decided it would be fun. As some may know my idol is Art Garfunkel and that is who I am using for this challenge

So may I introduce to you, The service you've needed for all these years, Sgt.Peppers Lonely Hearts Dating Service!

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme are best friends who live in Scarborough and they are all neighbors on Fair Street. They go through ups and downs in their personal lives, but the friends are always there to help each other out and have fun together.

Art Garfunkel is one of New Yorks best detectives. But there is a cruel serial killer in Queens, who seems to play with dark magic. Can Art solve the case or will the case solve him? And is the bad even always just cruel or is there more? PS: I'm sorry if my English is a bit bad, I'm not a nativ speaker XD

J'ai toujours pensé que la plus belle façon de dépasser une souffrance était d'en faire une oeuvre d'art... À celle qui a nourri mes pauvres rêves. GG