❝ Any day I think I’m gonna break now. ❞ ❝
I’m hearing voices in my head. ❞ ❝
It’s never making any sense. ❞ ❝
I’ve got a burning in my heart. ❞ ❝
It’s tearing me apart. ❞ ❝
Somebody call the doctor! ❞ ❝
Hey, I think I’m losing my mind now. ❞ ❝
Having trouble finding a way out. ❞ ❝
Shine so bright, this star’s gonna burn out. ❞ ❝
I take and don’t know how to give. ❞ ❝
You know I never mean well. ❞ ❝
I can’t help but to help myself. ❞ ❝
The mirror showed somebody else. ❞ ❝
There’s dents in every cause. ❞ ❝
They don’t take ya very far. ❞ ❝
We’re in a special kind of hell. ❞ ❝
It’s like a monster in the night. ❞ ❝
It’s giving me a fright. ❞ ❝
Oh when did I begin? ❞
LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME THE HERO
I’m down but you know I’m not out. ❞ ❝
I’m coming back again. ❞ ❝
Can’t break me, I’m not givin’ up. ❞ ❝
I gotta prove them wrong. ❞ ❝
Take your time ‘cause I’m not taking mine. ❞ ❝
Voice in my head said to keep on going. ❞ ❝
Don’t let ‘em see you bleed, don’t want your weakness showing. ❞ ❝
Tell me it’ll all be fine. ❞ ❝
That’s a lie, if I don’t reach out then how could it be mine? ❞ ❝
My whole world was crumbling down. ❞ ❝
What doesn’t kill you’s bound to come back for another. ❞ ❝
I’ve found a way to tame my own monster inside. ❞ ❝
Yeah we’ll survive the night. ❞
HEROES NEVER DIE
Pull out the stops. ❞ ❝
I got a way that we can get it. ❞ ❝
Just say the word, I’ll kick it up to eleven. ❞ ❝
We’re knocking on your door. ❞ ❝
Don’t break it up, break it down. ❞ ❝
We’ll kill the night. ❞ ❝
And we’ll never see the sun. ❞ ❝
I’ll call the shots. ❞ ❝ Don’t you tell me when I’m done. ❞ ❝
Live it up, this life is amazing! ❞ ❝
Don’t need to show no mercy, cause heroes never die. ❞ ❝
Now listen up, I’m gonna give you a rundown. ❞ ❝
Got you in my sights. ❞ ❝ You know I’ve got this on lockdown. ❞ ❝
This life was meant for me. ❞ ❝
Step to the plate. ❞ ❝ You gotta show me what you got. ❞
What can I make and what can I sell? ❞ ❝
Am I a fraud or a genuine scam? ❞ ❝
Am I a monster or worse, just a man? ❞ ❝
But in the end we’re all the same. ❞ ❝
To the grave we only take our names. ❞ ❝ There’s an ocean made of dreams. ❞ ❝
But the current strands you out at sea. ❞ ❝ I wake up to find the passing of time. ❞ ❝ Made my mirror show someone I don’t know. ❞
❝ But all kingdoms drown. ❞
❝ Tides bring them down. ❞
My army has fallen. ❞
The subjects stay loyal but don’t wait their turn. ❞
Now blindly they follow their king to the fray. ❞
But s/he has no action. ❞ ❝ And they have no say. ❞ ❝
But in the end we’re bound to change. ❞ ❝
We’re made for more than all of these numbers and names. ❞ ❝
We could all go down in flames. ❞ ❝ Relinquish these words from my mouth. ❞
❝ The sirens, they sing laments just for me. ❞
❝ I fall to my knees and beg for release. ❞
When my kingdom comes my will be undone. ❞
world then decides where to hang my hide. ❞
Maybe one day you’ll find humanity. ❞
Until then don’t you dare say that we are the same. ❞
So I was bored, and I wanted to write something, even just a drabble. This is one of two entries I’m doing for @phanny-fics writing competition (this is such a great idea and I miss reading imagine fics). This is my pure Dan imagine fluff piece. The other one will be a smut one idk will be about yet. I haven’t written anything in a couple of months, so I might be a bit rusty in my writing.
I blame Dan and that new white piano of his lol.
Music lilts throughout the spacious room, causing my eyelids to open in curiosity. It’s still dark, and I blink a few times in an attempt to clear the sleepiness in my head. Several feet away, I can make out a tall, dark silhouette sitting on a wooden bench where a new piano is occupying a chunk of space on the floor.
I don’t speak, content to continue listening to the piano player. Dan hasn’t been able to tear himself away from the piano since he and Phil moved into their new place. It’s an improvement from the piano at their former London flat, and Dan has an odd fondness for the instrument. Maybe it’s the different color, but whatever effect the piano is giving to Dan, I quite like it.
I get up from the bed and make my way over to where Dan is sitting. I drape my arms across his shoulders and press my face to the side of his neck. His playing falters slightly, though my presence doesn’t make him stop. About a minute passes before his fingers cease its movement.
“Did I bother you, love?”
I shake my head. “I liked it. How long have you been up?”
“An hour, I think.” He tilts his head so his cheek presses on my right left arm. “I’m still trying to get used to this.”
“I can tell.” Since we started dating, it’s once in a blue moon whenever I see Dan’s fingers within inches of piano keys. I can tell a small part of him is still affected by his childhood piano teacher. Who wouldn’t? Even some of my stricter teachers are nothing compared to that witch of a music tutor.
“Maybe she’s the reason you have pianophobia,” I’d lamely joke.
But his love for music is undeniable. Arthur the aardvark sparked an interest that never faded. Which is why I try to ease him into doing self-taught lessons (with the help of YouTube of course) so he could play piano equivalent to popular YouTube musicians. It worked for the most part. My encouragement and positive feedback hasn’t strayed him from his newfound motivation for the last few weeks.
“You can do it, you know. I’m no Beethoven, but you’re more competent at this than me.”
“Compared to Gerard Way? I suck.”
“Well, Gerard is a god, but so are you. Just believe in yourself and keep practicing. Before you know it, you’ll be in a packed stadium with fans chanting ‘Daniel, Daniel , Daniel.’”
“Whoa, let’s keep that dream for someone who isn’t doing YouTube for a living.”
“Right, because if you don’t, you’ll be living on the streets.”
He nods. “I’ll do it live on YouNow, maybe do some covers when I have time-”
“When you’re not procrastinating,” I add.
“When I’m not lazy,” he says with a snicker, “and just really do what I love.”
“That’s all your fans want.” I touch my lips to the side of his lips. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”
“That, and for me to wear my Wildcats jersey. I’m still saying no to that.”
“Oh come on! I love a good Troy Bolton.”
“(Y/N), that’s exactly why I won’t wear it again. If he was a real character, I’d be mocked for being a wannabe Troy.”
I pout. “I thought we were talking about your piano-playing. Why’d you have to bring that up?”
“The discussion was leading in that direction anyway.”
“We can have a full HSM rant later. I’m sleepy.”
“I’ll come with you to bed.”
We leave the piano and settle underneath his duvet. I rest my head on his chest, and he strokes my (H/C) strands.
“I love you,” he murmurs.
“I love you too, Beethoven.”
And to think, all it took was a white piano for this to happen.
idk what this is, all i know is that I am extremely bored and hungry. So I’ll be doing this for the next 10-15 days or so. Also i’m doing gif sets but if y'all want to write, draw or whatever that’s a-okay lol
Four Lessons Laced in Whiskey - Drake x MC (A Royal Romance Fanfic)
#ChoicesCreates Round 18
Prompt: “We are made of all those who have built and broken us.” – Atticus
Pairing: Drake x MC Rating: T Hosted by me this week!
[A little note: This was a little frustrating at first because we don’t know much about Drake’s family. Much of this may seem like a tangent but he was one of the first people I had in mind when choosing the quote. In any case, enjoy!]
[Summary: Drake has learned several lessons over the course of his life. Each more pressing than the last, each more important. She was his fourth lesson, and the hardest he ever had to learn.]
The liquid substance scorched on its way down, burning as it often did.
Usually the whiskey settled him, made him feel a quiet resilience towards the
rest of the world. It helped to put aside his far-reaching introspective
tendencies and yet, the liquid heat had done little to that effect tonight.
They do not still his thoughts, instead they lead back to brooding reflections.
he could go back, he would change things.
He would rearrange all the little bits. The bits he didn’t like, and
even some of the bits he did. Often times, when Drake was left alone with his
thoughts, and nothing but the rising sunset to path his journey across the
stars - he would reflect. Reflect upon his life in layers, inspected it in
finer details under the microscope of his mind. Then he would come to the
conclusion that his desire to forget burned as brightly as his desire to remember.
His thoughts begun with his parents
first. The two people whom raised him, until he could raise himself. The
American spitfire that captured his father’s heart, and their whirlwind romance
which had swept into something more. More than what either of them expected, after
his father’s constant overseas journeys to meet her. The Cordonian man had
taken an American wife, and the scandal left by his insistence overshadowed the
rest of them. His father, which had never been satisfied with just
enough would come to leave a stain and had unknowingly passed the same
burden to his children.
All the birthdays which passed before
him were the younger years of being satisfied with just
enough. The innocent boy before life had twisted and turned him
ugly. The prince’s birthdays had stirred something inside him, inside all of
them. It uncovered hidden notions of jealously and envy; and begun filling his thoughts by the
time he turned ten. They pooled at his little feet and threatened to overflow
until it sunk them.
Guilt and sadness had nearly done that; sunk all of them. It clung to
every room, and with every hesitant smile or faltered step; it was going to
swallow them whole. It followed when his parents realized they couldn’t give
the world to him, nor to his sister. Not after comparing their own livelihood needlessly
to all the rich Cordonian families.
He learned his first lesson then. Acceptance.
He knew no matter what, his life would never measure up to more, not if he
constantly had expectations. So he lowered them, and met birthdays with
indifference. He pretended they no longer mattered, forced a smile on
his face every year until he could finally start believing in the lies that
left his lips. A rest to put his parents minds at ease, knowing they could
never give their children what his best friend had so readily and always
His second thoughts drifted towards his
sister. The liquor didn’t burn as much when he took another hasty gulp
from his flask. He tried to picture what she was doing right now - wherever she
was and whoever she was with. He had always hoped for better when it came to
her. Except in their last moments together; she wasn’t the smiling and
laughing girl he remembered. Instead, the versions he evoked blurred with
harsh exchanges and his own resentment. His standoffish behavior when it came
to her; her becominglike them. The rest of Cordonian nobility.
Except his sister held no title which could withstand the stinging shame that
When Savannah left, she took a piece of him with her that not even
Liam could heal. He tried of course, Liam was a perfectionist to a fault and
Drake had played along. But he had never felt truly healed. The piece she took would never be restored and remained some of the little bits he wanted to
He wanted to remember the better parts of their relationship instead;
the years of chasing Liam across the impending maze, tickling her even when she laughed and
pleaded for him to stop, and making fun of Maxwell before they had reached
those dastardly teenage years. Those years had marked the beginning and if he
had been better at protecting her; he would have saw it coming. He could have
changed them. Changed her. Maybe they wouldn’t have ended as estranged as they
were now. Maybe if he had been paying closer attention she would have been
right next to him, sharing this stupid flask of whiskey.
His sister had taught him his second lesson. Responsibility was important in becoming a good person, in living a
good life. He wished he had noticed this sooner, had cared less of what the
others thought while in his youth. He longed to shake his younger surly self,
shake his shoulders until he realized what he was letting fade right in front
of him. He wished he had been more responsible back then before the fall
out happened, and before everything had turned to shit.
He sighed and took another large gulp from his flask. He leaned back
intent on observing the stars, the only time he still felt connected to his sister. He was seeking comfort that wasn’t really there and yet hoped desperately
that they held some unseeable truth for him. Some unseeable future to dictate
another path. But why did remembering hurt so much? More importantly, why
wasn’t the whiskey driving such thoughts away?
Liam had kept the urges for a time. Liam, who had always
accepted responsibilities while Drake had shrunk away from them. He had been his
center, the only sane part of his life that never stopped making sense. Even
when all the other children he grew up with turned their snooty nose at him,
and saw him differently, Liam hadn’t. He was afraid and stricken with doubt that he
would too. He didn’t know what his friend saw in him; what made him stick up for his
well-being when all the other children had sneered at him and saw him
as the outsider. But he did. He never hesitated to.
Drake had vowed not soon after to be at his side, whenever he needed
him. He knew Liam’s princely duties weighed on him and the older they
became, the more he saw it. The more he noticed tiny cracks in what was supposed
to be the polished Liam. The infallible version. They never spoke of
it in great detail but Drake was always aware of the crushing reality; it was even beginning to crumble with Liam’s coronation nearly in sight.
Liam had taught Drake his third lesson, trust. Trust was earned not simply given, and even though his
family had changed his opinion of trust, it was Liam that had destroyed that
darkening fester from ever taking root. He taught him trust mattered and
loyalty went hand in hand with it. He wanted to be redeemable in Liam’s eyes,
cared more than he let on to what he thought of him more than the rest of them.
She was teaching him his fourth lesson. The American woman, Tinsley. The countless hours he was beginning
to spend thinking about her was dangerous. It threatened to unravel his third
lesson, it threatened the moments of in between which were beginning to mean
more to him than anything else ever had.
His hands tightened around the flask as he took another large gulp,
nearly choking from the angry way he chugged it down.
She was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Down to the slight frown
she wore whenever he said something sarcastically, or the humor that danced
inside her hazels otherwise and the wayward dance of hips which he was
beginning to notice all too much. Most of it filled his head, and the more he
knew about her, the less distance he wanted to put between them. He wanted to
know why every time she smiled at him and threw her head back to chuckle, a
distinct sense of longing filled his chest. A longing he cannot explain
with words because he believed simple words wouldn’t provide proper justice she
He closed his eyes at the thought and finally laid back inside the
comfort of the musky grass. He shouldn’t be thinking of her this way; lesson
three would unravel the more he lingered on her, the more he cared.
“Drake?” A familiar voice had spoken softly behind him.
He straightened his shoulders as he sat aside, and eyes connected with
hers before he noticed her visibly blushing. “Tinsley.” He said in greeting.
Tonight, wasn’t good for running into her. It was supposed to
be a night filled with whiskey. And bitter resentment at remembering; for him and
his measly whiskey. “What’re you doing here?”
She tucked stray hairs behind her ear, before sitting beside him. “Trying to
find you obviously.” Then her expression softened when her eyes swung back to
his. “You left dinner in such a hurry…I just wanted to make sure you were okay…”
She trailed off weakly.
He looked away first. He hadn’t wanted to but it was the proper thing to do. The longer he looked, the more he feared his desires would win out. So instead, he looked away before sighing and handing her his flask. “I’m fine really, nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”
The corner of her mouth lifted into a smile, “What kind of a weakness
would I be if I didn’t check up on you?” She took the flask and muttered thanks
He scowled. He knew her gentle teasing was to try and cheer him up, but
he wanted to hold onto his snarkiness for a little longer. “You’re never going to
let me forget I said that, aren’t you?”
“Not a chance.” She took another swig, “I know you aren’t okay and it’s
fine if you don’t want to talk about it.” She eyed a particular spot across the
gross before handing him back his flask. “Because maybe talking about it is
really hard and maybe it hurts too much to.” She took a deep breath as if trying to figure out what to say next. “But I’m here.” She nodded firmly, “I’m here and I’m not planning on
going anywhere, not even if you push me to.”
She was saying that because she knew it was his intention. He wanted to
push her away, even though he longed to embrace her. He wanted to before it happened. Before they crossed the line that could never
become uncrossed. But even as his mind wondered; it was already too late. That line had already been forgotten.
When he glanced up at her and caught her steady stare – he saw more
affection in her eyes than he had ever seen in a long time. No, it wasn’t simple affection - it was
something more. It was so much more.
He realized in that moment, the
lesson she had finally taught him had a name. Love. She was teaching him how to love again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”