Meme: Music Is My Girlfriend

[sapphire2309]

Because I am fucking sick of not writing, I'm throwing out a remix of the Music Is My Boyfriend meme, which I adore.

Here are twenty songs that I think would make good fic fodder. Pick a song (or a number, if you don't know any of them c: ), pair it with a character, and leave it in a comment! No repeated characters, please c:

[The songs!]1. Left Handed

Comments

[treonb]

Rust Or Gold - Neal

[sapphire2309]

Your fic is here!

[sandy79]

#2 If Things Were Perfect - Elizabeth (what if scenario regarding Neal in their life)

#14 Too Late - Peter in the finale

#16 Last Kiss - Kate before their break-up

come clean there's no sun yet (s4e16/s5e1 spoilers)

[sapphire2309]

Elizabeth was made to be gentle. Or so she thinks. She dresses to accentuate her curves and smoothes makeup onto the edges of her face and doesn't notice, as she's painting her nails, that they have ends, and that those ends are sharp.

Elizabeth has never given time to thinking of the contradictions of her body. She's looked down at herself and seen soft, smooth, creamy skin and been content. She's been happy, all things considered.

(Until Peter is arrested and she spends six weeks hearing her own voice echo around a townhouse that's suddenly too large and painting sharp edges made of eyeliner onto her face and hoping, hoping, that someone trips right in front of her and crashes into her and walks away bleeding. The foundation of her world has been ripped out, and she can do nothing about it. She wants to see blood and pain. She doesn't want to feel the hurt festering deep in her, she wants to inflict it outward so she never has to touch it again. Except that it doesn't work that way.)

and if you are a ghost, i'll call your name, my friend (finale spoilers)

[sapphire2309]

Sometimes, Peter wonders, neck deep in the fit of exhaustion he's found himself in after Neal died, if Neal ever really existed at all. Everyone but him seems so perfectly capable of picking themselves up and moving on, as if three years with Neal at that desk in the bullpen never happened, as if Neal didn't insinuate himself into every crevice of their lives and drive them crazy.

And then he remembers that Neal only ever invaded his life with such impunity, and feels achingly lonely all over again, this time because no one really seems to have known him, or tried to know him, as much as Peter did.

Trying to remember him now is like trying to put together a jigsaw with half the pieces missing.

He wants the rest of the pieces back.

He wants his friend back.

all that i know is i don't know how to be something you miss

[sapphire2309]

All Kate knows is being the light he follows. She knows how to smile and make him smile and follow him as he follows her as they chase some fancy or other, as they race off into their sunset, together. She doesn't know how to watch him from a distance and be the girl he'll forget and move on from, doesn't know how to bridge their way back to who they were, doesn't want to be anyone but the girl he loves, except that he'll never love her the way she loves him, will he? He'll never love her so honestly that he forgets to con her.

He's a con man first. Hers, second.

And she can't be the girl he loves anymore but she doesn't know how to be the girl he'll miss either.

[china_shop]

#9. Diana. :-)

pick up the glass, i'll get the broom

[sapphire2309]

They haven't had explosive fights like this in a while. But her father set his hand on a vase like he was ready to fling it at her, so she pre-empted him and threw everything in her reach. An umbrella that'll probably never block rain again, a crystal clock that never told the right time anyway, photo frames of them smiling perfectly as always, a set of paints that she bought for some art thing at school, a cardboard box that's probably empty.

In her defense, she's fourteen. In her defense, this is how people get angry, as far as she knows. In her defense, she really didn't mean to break her mother's porcelain wedding gift doll at her feet right as she rushed in from the bedroom. But timing, fate, et cetera, et cetera.

The Berrigan family doesn't forget that fight for a while, because the parents realize that their daughter has heard their rows, that she is learning from them, that she is the one person who means anything to either of them anymore, that she deserves better than to learn how to throw things and rage

Re: pick up the glass, i'll get the broom

[china_shop]

This is such a fascinating, visceral take on Diana and parenthood and formative emotional patterns. I can really feel her bond with Theo, and how painful it is for her to let him go. *admires* Great work!

Re: pick up the glass, i'll get the broom

[sapphire2309]

thank you!! at least something good came out of that shitty mood i was in (:

[anonymous]

#16 Last Kiss - Neal/Sara

[sapphire2309]

That song has already been paired with a character by Sandy79, could you please pick another? Thanks!

[anonymous]

How about #11 In the Waiting Line - Neal/Sara or #1 Left Handed Kisses - Neal/Sara

[sapphire2309]

I'll take your first song selection under Sara since I asked for no repeated characters above c: Thanks for the prompt!!! :D