4 Works by ThisCharmingMan708
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Driving Your Girlfriend Home by ThisCharmingMan708
Fandoms: The Smiths (Band), Morrissey (Musician) RPF
04 Sep 2025
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Guilt is such a strange feeling when the cause is sat right in front of you. He feels deeply disappointed in both Johnny and himself. Angie never deserved any of this. Him and Johnny were just messy people who found comfort in each other at very strange points in their respective lives. Morrissey was painfully aware of his own mortality. He knows he could never willingly give up Johnny. He was his drug of choice. Whilst Johnny drowned his guilt in alcohol and cheap blow, Morrissey would bury himself further in his work: writing song after song to rid himself of his wretched heart.
He was only human, therefore he was endlessly selfish.
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"I miss you"
He was shocked by his own answer. He quickly shut his mouth, swallowing harshly as if that would take back what he had confessed. Morrissey's face was unreadable yet his inner turmoil was entirely overwhelming, bubbling over and threatening to spill onto his features. His heart begged him to believe the man in front of him who he so easily fell for again and again. But his brain told him it was just the same old shit all over again. The promise of more, the promise of something that would never actually come because Johnny Marr had made up his mind a long long time ago. In his future there was no place for Steven.
There never had been.
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We Stole Each Other's Clothes by ThisCharmingMan708
Fandoms: The Smiths (Band), Morrissey (Musician) RPF
23 Feb 2025
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Johnny finds an old piece of clothing that does not belong to him, he reacts accordingly.
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I'm right back there: in the doorway of my old house as he explained shyly how he acquired my address and why he was there, I'm on stage with him, dancing wildly as he beams at me and people scream, and subsequently I'm backstage with him, sharing rushed touches and heated kisses, knowing any moment someone might come looking for us. It's almost too much. The overwhelming feelings of nostalgia and pain and regret and hurt and love.
Love.
I love him.