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Nordics x Reader: Pity Party (songfic)
Theme #5: Fake
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'I guess they're a bunch of fakes after all.'
You checked your phone if there are new messages to your popular friends, your friends from the Nordic regions. They promised that they will go to your house and play games like Super Smash Brother or Mortal Kombat or any game that you wished. But, it seems that it all vanished into dust.
Did my invitations disappear?
Why'd I put my heart on every cursive letter?
Tell me why the hell no one is here
Tell me what to do to make it all feel better
You wiped the tears that welled up in your eyes, you must be strong, though you are falling apart. Your friends, Lukas, Mathias, Emil, Tino and Berwald have left your for popularity. Mathias and Emil started bullying you, while Lukas, Berwald and Tino would just ignore you and would sometimes give you a glare. They would always say that you're too lame to go to their parties that they initiate.
Maybe its a cruel joke on me
Whatever, whatever
Just means there's way more cake for me
Forever, forever
You turned off the console and decided to text to your friends. You still treat them as friends though they keep bullying you or ignoring you, maybe texting them would make you feel good.
Hey guys, what's up!
Sent, 5:08 PM
You and the Nordics would often do group chats, and you loved it. But, as time passed, they aren't reading their texts, until you knew that they muted the chat with you.
Oh my God, what are you doing here fatass?!
Received, 5:10 PM
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
Mathias saw your text and decided to retort back with one of his insults that could make you cringe. 'I'm not fat...' You thought. 'But then again, he could be drunk...'
I'm no fatass, Mathias. You must be drunk.
Sent, 5:11 PM
---Mochi Sweden staring at your soul timeskip~---
You took a nap in your bedroom until your phone beeped. You woke up and saw that the group chat has a new message and it's an audio clip. Smiling, you thought that Lukas choked Mathias with his tie and forced him to send an apology using his voice.
"What did you got, my friends?" You muttered happily as you clicked play, but you were wrong. Dead wrong.
New phone who dis?
Oh right, it's (y/n), a crybaby!
When you punch her she'll cry
She'll cry everything,
Get rekt, you emotional b*tch.
Maybe if I knew all of them well
Wouldn't have been trapped in this hell that holds me
Maybe if I casted out a spell
Or told them decorations were in pastel ribbons
You leaned down the wall as tears streamed your face at the insulting chant. They're going too far, I guess it's time to think about your friendship about them, also.
Maybe its a cruel joke on me
Whatever, whatever
Just means theres way more cake for me
Forever, forever
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.
It's my party and ill cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
In your anger, you threw your phone across the room and started crying. Actually, you can't understand, though. You don't want to commit suicide either because you have so many opportunities to learn and enjoy, you feel a lot. Mixed emotions, and you cannot even understand what emotion you really felt. It's all damn confusing.
I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying
I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying
I'm laughing, I'm crying it feels like I'm dying
I'm dying, I'm dying
'I must remember that I shouldn't trust anyone...' You planned as you dried your tears. But, your (e/c) eyes are now dull than the usual one, you don't care about anyone, you're just an emotionless girl who had a hard past, that's all. 'Feeling emotions feels like sh*tting bricks.'
You wiped your tears and looked at your cellphone, your former friends sending you mean and racist emojis for no reason.
Get your sh*t together, assholes.
Sent, 6:11 PM
(y/n) (l/n) has left the group chat.
---Mochi Finland gives you cookies timeskip~---
It was a peaceful Sunday morning, and you are reading a book. You looked at the crisp sky and smiled a little as the blue birds chirped happily.
(y/n)...are you alright? You haven't come to school for days...
Received, 8:55 AM
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
It's my party, it's my party, it's my party
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
You laughed dryly as Tino messaged you, as if he cares. You instantly deleted the message.
"Hypocrite."
Theme #5: Fake
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'I guess they're a bunch of fakes after all.'
You checked your phone if there are new messages to your popular friends, your friends from the Nordic regions. They promised that they will go to your house and play games like Super Smash Brother or Mortal Kombat or any game that you wished. But, it seems that it all vanished into dust.
Did my invitations disappear?
Why'd I put my heart on every cursive letter?
Tell me why the hell no one is here
Tell me what to do to make it all feel better
You wiped the tears that welled up in your eyes, you must be strong, though you are falling apart. Your friends, Lukas, Mathias, Emil, Tino and Berwald have left your for popularity. Mathias and Emil started bullying you, while Lukas, Berwald and Tino would just ignore you and would sometimes give you a glare. They would always say that you're too lame to go to their parties that they initiate.
Maybe its a cruel joke on me
Whatever, whatever
Just means there's way more cake for me
Forever, forever
You turned off the console and decided to text to your friends. You still treat them as friends though they keep bullying you or ignoring you, maybe texting them would make you feel good.
Hey guys, what's up!
Sent, 5:08 PM
You and the Nordics would often do group chats, and you loved it. But, as time passed, they aren't reading their texts, until you knew that they muted the chat with you.
Oh my God, what are you doing here fatass?!
Received, 5:10 PM
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
Mathias saw your text and decided to retort back with one of his insults that could make you cringe. 'I'm not fat...' You thought. 'But then again, he could be drunk...'
I'm no fatass, Mathias. You must be drunk.
Sent, 5:11 PM
---Mochi Sweden staring at your soul timeskip~---
You took a nap in your bedroom until your phone beeped. You woke up and saw that the group chat has a new message and it's an audio clip. Smiling, you thought that Lukas choked Mathias with his tie and forced him to send an apology using his voice.
"What did you got, my friends?" You muttered happily as you clicked play, but you were wrong. Dead wrong.
New phone who dis?
Oh right, it's (y/n), a crybaby!
When you punch her she'll cry
She'll cry everything,
Get rekt, you emotional b*tch.
Maybe if I knew all of them well
Wouldn't have been trapped in this hell that holds me
Maybe if I casted out a spell
Or told them decorations were in pastel ribbons
You leaned down the wall as tears streamed your face at the insulting chant. They're going too far, I guess it's time to think about your friendship about them, also.
Maybe its a cruel joke on me
Whatever, whatever
Just means theres way more cake for me
Forever, forever
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames.
It's my party and ill cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
In your anger, you threw your phone across the room and started crying. Actually, you can't understand, though. You don't want to commit suicide either because you have so many opportunities to learn and enjoy, you feel a lot. Mixed emotions, and you cannot even understand what emotion you really felt. It's all damn confusing.
I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying
I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying
I'm laughing, I'm crying it feels like I'm dying
I'm dying, I'm dying
'I must remember that I shouldn't trust anyone...' You planned as you dried your tears. But, your (e/c) eyes are now dull than the usual one, you don't care about anyone, you're just an emotionless girl who had a hard past, that's all. 'Feeling emotions feels like sh*tting bricks.'
You wiped your tears and looked at your cellphone, your former friends sending you mean and racist emojis for no reason.
Get your sh*t together, assholes.
Sent, 6:11 PM
(y/n) (l/n) has left the group chat.
---Mochi Finland gives you cookies timeskip~---
It was a peaceful Sunday morning, and you are reading a book. You looked at the crisp sky and smiled a little as the blue birds chirped happily.
(y/n)...are you alright? You haven't come to school for days...
Received, 8:55 AM
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
I'll cry until the candles burn down this place
I'll cry until my pity party's in flames
It's my party, it's my party, it's my party
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to
You laughed dryly as Tino messaged you, as if he cares. You instantly deleted the message.
"Hypocrite."
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This is the second part for the Melanie Martinez sonfic series!
Warnings: Language, (I don't write self-harm)
You belong to you
The Nordics belong to Himaruya
Melanie Martinez songfics list:
Milk and Cookies: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Pity Party: [you're here]
Sippy Cup: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Training Wheels: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Mad Hatter: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Art Source: www.pixiv.net/member_illust.ph…
Here is the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9KxdA…
Warnings: Language, (I don't write self-harm)
You belong to you
The Nordics belong to Himaruya
Melanie Martinez songfics list:
Milk and Cookies: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Pity Party: [you're here]
Sippy Cup: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Training Wheels: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Mad Hatter: harukajitulips.deviantart.com/…
Art Source: www.pixiv.net/member_illust.ph…
Here is the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9KxdA…
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