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Winter was not Johnny’s idea of fun.
It was always cold. And it's raining. It didn’t matter if it was November or February—Manchester’s weather was relentless. The grey skies stretched endlessly, like a blanket that refused to lift. The air was sharp with dampness, the kind that seeped into your bones, making everything feel a little more miserable than it had any right to be. The drizzle was more of a constant mist, soaking through the collar of Johnny’s coat as he stepped off the red double-decker bus and onto the rain-slicked pavement.
The bus groaned away behind him, its tyre hissing on the wet road as it disappeared into the fog. He pulled his collar up higher around his neck, trying to shield himself from the wind that sliced through the streets like a knife. Great... another night in Manchester’s never-ending drizzle.
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Its lost in our embraces ( like stars against the sun) by MindWentBlank for johnnymarred
Fandoms: The Smiths (Band)
01 Dec 2025
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Title from true love leaves no traces by leonard cohen
I'm really bad at tagging guys but I promise its interesting 🙏 I'll add more when I figure it out
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The proverbial band orgy fic, featuring The Smiths.
Bending the rules of a late-night card game...
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Negative tensions arise between Morrissey and Marr. What happened?
!! Important note: Each chapter will be named after the date which it supposedly takes place. It will not be told chronological order. Do keep that in mind otherwise it won't make any sense. Furthermore, tags and rating will be changed/updated with each chapter.
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Morrissey had always been the other man — and he always would be.
His relationship with Johnny was fragile, secret, as if hidden between the lines of their songs. It was built on moments: nights in cheap hotels with peeling walls and creaky beds, where behind drawn curtains they could be themselves. On hurried kisses in dressing rooms steeped in sweat and guitar dust. On the back seats of the tour bus, where they touched each other in the dark, trying not to make a sound, not to give themselves away.
But for Morrissey, it wasn’t enough. Painfully not enough.