Songreference Stories

- ˗ˋ ✧ ˊ˗ - " 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 "

"Sometimes I'd think about calling you when I'd had a few." He rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms and blinks a few times, then looks right into Lance's wide blue eyes. "Shiro always talked me down though." "What would you have said?" Lance asks with baited breath. "Probably some variation of what I'm trying not to say now." And is it just him or is Lance's face closer than before? "And what's that?" His words are practically a whisper. That I love you still. That I need you. That if I close my eyes right now I can remember every freckle, mole and birth mark on your whole body. That we could be together if you wanted to. I want us to be together. Please say you do too. But he doesn't say those things because as impulsive as he is he's learned just a bit of restrain over the last couple years. He clears his throat and knows he's flushed a deep crimson as he says, "That I've been on the cusp of kissing you all night." Lance's mouth parts into a tiny o and Keith's eyes are drawn to the other boys soft plush pink lips that he's tasted so many times before and craves so much now and he just can't take his eyes off them so he sees as much as hears Lance say, "So kiss me."

*w/ or w/out reader. Random Musical Scenarios with BaByBois and the gang. Now.... Let's Paaartyy~~

Posted on my Ao3 account as well, under writingmythoughts. Mirabel has enough of being the black sheep of her family and decides to run away, just like her Tía Pietra. As she crosses the barrier that protects the Encanto, she meets a strange group of four, including her long lost tía. All Encanto Characters belong to Disney, Petra belongs to me, and any references to Type O Negative belongs to them

he was a kinsho aka half human half somewhat siren and except with more silk like fins that dropped from his back to his ankles they were a beautiful grey and he was a drinker but only tequila and never ever thought it would come to this bottles smashing against the minsho Luna his boyfriend as he ran away in tears Luna didn't know whether to stay or come back to Matthew the drunk old bastard but he kinda did he knew that deep down on that promise of 2015 to Always be by Luna's side through thick and thin but as Time passed Mathew coundnt help it read on to find out (;

Meet me. My name's Gloria Washington. I get it. A lot of you are either thinking of Gloria Gaynor, George Washington, or any song with the name "Gloria" in it. Like I haven't heard it a million times. Then meet Lucas Phillips. Super popular, sporty, annoying. I've also known him since 3rd grade. Then something happened in 5th grade and I still haven't forgotten it, even though I'm in my senior year of high school. I haven't even talked to him since we were in middle school. Of course, I remembered it, but why did he? And why would he mention it 7 years later? Started: 2020(I think) Ended: I have no idea Best rankings: #49 song references

song recommendations- types of music for when you want to cry, dance, get high, or have sex.

once there was a breadstick named luke hemmings and he became a famous person. want to know how? read the story! (beware: written by two idiots of a person who will regret doing this when they're 20) btw: dont expect me to write in caps!! i do what i want, i'm not punk rock.

"Good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught" Ellie Jenkins was a good girl. Top grades, never getting a detention. But she was always in the shadows. No one talked to her. Then came along Ashton Irwin. Typical teenager without a care in the world. When he accidentally sleeps with someone at a party he wants to find out who it is. Since then Ellie's been acting strange...

(Cover Picture From Pinterest) Bunch of short stories or drabble about my oc's because I had the energy + motivation. Some are based on my own experiences. Have fun and thanks for reading! (・∀・)

They say in every song, there lies different stories. Different interpretations. Different lives to relate. Kaya siguro minsan, pakiramdam natin ginawa ang napakaraming mga kanta para sa atin. Kaya siguro maraming assuming. Pero uy, aminin. Isa ka rin sa nagbigay ng meaning sa bawat awitin? Maybe that's the real spirit of songs and music in our lives. To wake up the spirit that has been sleeping eversince we realized that this world has its colorless side. Not where the flowers bloom in green field, not where the sky meets the ocean. Bitter ka man o sakto lang, romantiko ka man o minsan lang, baka isa sa mga kanta ng OPM na laman ng istoryang ito ang theme song ng buhay mo. Baka sakaling makita mo kung saan tunay na tumutubo ang mga bulaklak kung hindi man sa malawak na luntian, at baka mahanap mo na nang tuluyan kung saan nagdurugtong ang langit at karagatan.

*Trigger warning* She's felt it once. She wants it again. She tries everything to reach it. This pursuit of happiness may lead her to ruin and only one person can save her from herself.

A dream x hob story. Dream has loved Hob for centuries and in 1889 when Hob called them friend's Dream felt hurt and confused about his feelings. now in present time Dream Mets Hob at the new inn with hope to get his "friend" to fancy him back. (There are song references in the chapters so you can try and find them if you'd like.) I HAVEN'T READ THE COMICS SO THIS IS STRICTLY BASED ON THE NETFLIX SHOW!!!

"you've been acting awful tough lately, smoking alot of cigarettes lately." char and dan were childhood best friends-almost inseparable. but when char had to move dan changed jurassically. so did char. what happens when char's treehouse burns down and dan takes her in?

Supernatural Preferences/Imagines/Song Preferences. !!TAKING REQUESTS!! Characters included: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Crowley, Lucifer, Samandriel, Adam, Garth, Chuck. Let me know if you'd like a character added. Enjoy reading! ❤

"Your nose is bleeding." She deadpanned. "You can say that was a twenty dollar nose bleed." "Ahaha alright, Mr Benzedrine i got you so go blow put steam." "You plan failed." Now its his turn to deadpan. "Well, like they always say, a captain goes down with his ship." "Haha. Come on, Ms Flack, I want YOU back." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two broken souls: An awkward psychologist And a suicidal artist Both with existential crisis A few tacos Gallons of caffeine A lot of song references. The whole world should better be prepared ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *WARNING: This might include triggering content, mentions of depression, suicide and probably more* Just another AU Please read to know more. This is my first time writing about them so please forgive me for the possible errors and I'm open for the criticism.(and kinda new on writing too.) Disclaimer: I also don't own these bands, songs, some pictures and/or fanarts. Credits to the their respective owners.

Just a little imagines

the time when the losers had a band, and things get complicated a small excerpt: "i am the physical embodiment of everything i never wanted to be people must think this kids fucking crazy i am the prime example of indecision life hit me like a head on collision but what am i supposed to do when i'm so see through" eddie smiled as he sang to the lyrics he wrote. now he just had to figure out the rest of the song. "what chords could go with this," eddie said to himself. "EDWARD SPAGETWARD" eddie turned around, only see richie, inches from his face with a stupid-ass smile on him. he definitely did not expect that, so he screamed. and fell form his chair, landing on the floor, flat on his ass. "what the hell richie?! what could you possibly be screaming about now?!" eddie yelled from the floor. "well my dear spaghetti, it seems to come to my attention that my good friend, and classmate in almost every fucking class, can sing like a GOD," richie announced with full certainty. eddie sighed, "i didn't think i was even good, and-" "what part of you sound like a GOD do you not understand" richie questioned. "that verse deserves a fucking slow clap by itself ed's!" richie, obnoxiously, started slow clapping while walking around in circles around the boy on the floor. eddie chuckled, a small pink rose to his cheeks, flustered, as he sat up straighter. "RICHIE, HURRY UP AND GET THE SHEET MUSIC, STAN IS GOING ON A RANT ABOUT THE WAYS HE'S GONNA MURDER YOU AND IT'S GETTING BORING, I'VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE SO HURRY UP!" an angry, yet gentle, voice yelled from the hall. "ok, i need to bounce, but you know what- i expect you to be in the auditorium in one hour ed's," richie yelled, running out of the room. "ONE HOUR!" "BUT-" eddie didn't bother arguing as richie was long gone. what the hell was he gonna do now. lowercase intended

Hot sugar in the afternoon I wish that we could be real too --- Hot Sugar || dnf

A story of my life which could be full of questions especially when I'm already lost myself. While English is my best language, my grammar sucks so please bear with it.