#i really love my songfics ngl

[dearly-somber]

deathbed (coffee for your head) | h.js

-> pairing. Han Jisung x f!reader

-> genre. angst, hurt/comfort, f2l (friends–lovers), neighbors!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1442

-> warnings. Mentions of divorce; rocky home-life; reader runs away from home (essentially)

-> a/n. Ngl to y’all the formatting for this one was… questionable lmfao. It’s not terrible but… 🤡🤡 idk check it out if you don’t like it 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 5th, 2020 @ 17:29

-> fin. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:23

-> edited. Sept. 23rd, 2022 @ ???

You walked down the side of the road, the patter of rain distracting you.

You left your house since your parents were having a screaming fit—as they usually did those days. Ever since your mother told your dad that she didn't love him anymore and that she had already filed for a divorce, the tension in the house had been unbearable. You hadn't thought it would start raining, so you were walking with your hoodie up to cover your hair and face, though it was starting to soak though the fabric and make you cold. Your phone rung, Goodbye (by 2NE1) blaring.

Not bothering to check the caller ID, you answered the call with a scratchy throat: "Hello?" You hummed into the phone half-heartedly, stopping underneath a tree.

"Y/N! Where are you? I heard your parents fighting but when I came over to check on you you weren't in your room—"

"Jisung, what have I told you about going through my window? If my mom finds out she'll kill us!" You scolded him, shaking your head disapprovingly

"Whatever, it doesn't matter! Just come to my house, okay? My mom is cooking dinner for us." You smiled softly, humming before turning around to go to your neighbor's house.

Once there you knocked on the door, a low thud accompanying each knock. Jisung opened the door with an excited smile, the smile slowly fading when he saw how wet you were, lips parted in shock.

“You must be freezing… come inside!" He ushered after a moment, quickly pushing you inside. "One sec, lemme grab you some clothes—" it took only a few seconds for him to arrive back with some of his clothes and a towel. "Go change in my room. Mom should finish with the food in a few minutes." He said, pushing you in the direction of his room.

"Y/N! The food's ready!" Jisung yelled just as you finished pulling one of his hoodies over your head. It had been laying on the ground somewhere, so you might as well, right?

"Y/N! It's so good to see you again!" Mrs. Han said with a welcoming smile, hugging you tightly. You smiled with a laugh, nodding.

"I missed you too, Mrs. Han." You said. "By the way, where's (J/B/N)?"

"Oh, he's away for a business trip—"

"Okay, stop talking about my hyung and come spend time with me," Jisung whined, pulling you away from his mother. You had met Jisung in your shared classes, since you were both music majors at school. You had hit it off with him, and when you found out he was your new next door neighbor, you were practically tied to the hip. You giggled as Jisung over excitedly dragged you to where the food was, holding your hand before stopping you in front of the soup.

"Quickly, take some before I finish it myself—"

"Okay, God. You're so impatient, you know that?" You said with a raised brow, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

"It's why you love me, Y/Nie." He retorted, scrunching his nose cutely. You chuckled, dishing up before heading to the dining room, where you and Jisung ate.

Mr. Han only came back later, having gotten stuck in traffic on his way home from work. He greeted you casually, since it wasn't unusual for you to stay over some nights. Jisung had only ever really stayed over at your house once or twice, since your father had never really liked him. You guessed it must've been because he didn't trust him, but you knew your mother adored Jisung, so you guess that's a plus.

"Y/N, are you done?" Jisung asked, looking up from his phone. You nodded as you took your last bite, finally finishing. You had kept getting distracted your thoughts, so it had taken a while. He smiled at you warmly, getting up with a stretch. You smiled at him gently, the image of his cheeks stuffed with food similar to that of a squirrel stuck in your head. You had told him that it was cute and it's exactly the reason why you had saved him on your phone as 'Squirrel bby🐿'.

"Shall we go to my room, then?"

"Mmm." You hummed, taking his hand and smiling up at him brightly: "가자~"

You were sitting with Jisung on his bed, listening to some songs he had produced, reading the lyrics he had given you. He was watching you nervously, biting his lower lip. It was already around 01:03, so his door had been shut to keep the two of you from waking up his parents.

Noticing the way he was biting his lip, you placed a comforting hand on his knee, patting it gently. He smiled at you softly, playing with your fingers until you finished.

"Wow, Jisung."

"What'd you think? Is it shit?" He asked, eyes flicking from his laptop to your eyes questioningly. You scoffed, hitting his arm.

"Yah! Stop that! It was great! The lyrics and beat are amazing... I love it." You reprimanded him, pouting. He giggled, bubbling with happiness as he leaned back with a hand to his cheek, face turning pink.

Leaning forward he squeezed your cheeks, taking his laptop and paper to put it on his bedside table.

"Aah, thank you, Y/N-ssi!"

You hummed quietly, yawning. He sighed, hitting the sides of his mattress. "차, I'm gonna go grab a mattress for you—"

"What? No, Sungie. You'll wake your parents~"

"But—"

"We can just share a bed, dummy~" Jisung went quiet, looking at you stupidly as you made yourself comfortable in his bed.

“What?" You questioned, wide eyed and cute as ever.

"You're not going to be uncomfortable?" He asked, hesitantly getting comfortable with you. You laughed at him, poking his cheek with a fond smile.

"Of course not! I trust you, Sung-ah. And anyway," You smirked, moving forward to wrap yourself around him, the exact reason why he always referred to you as 'koala'. "You're a very huggable size. We fit together perfectly—" He chuckled at that, slowly wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled further into his chest, a content sigh leaving your lips.

Jisung bit down on his lower lip once more, looking down at the top of your head nervously. Now or never, Jisung!

"Uhm, Y/N?"

"Mmm?" You had closed your eyes. God, he was so warm—

You hadn't cuddled with Jisung all that much, since you usually only watched television at your home, generally playing games when you came over to his place to hang out.

"If I told you I liked you, would you be mad?" He asked quietly, making you look up at him.

You propped yourself on your elbow, eyeing him scrutinizingly. "You're being serious?" You asked, voice soft as you watched him. With a nervous gulp, he nodded, looking at you. When, a minute later, you hadn't yet answered, he cleared his throat, looking away sheepishly.

"It's okay if you don't like me back, I wasn't expecting you to, any—"

Jisung's eyes widened comically, his hand squeezing the side of the covers in all of his shock. You had kissed him to shut him up, your hand on his upper thigh. Slowly, Jisung's eyes fluttered closed, his hand making it's way to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushed over your skin lightly, sending a tingle down your spine. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. When he finally re-opened his eyes, he looked at you with his lips parted slightly.

"Does that answer your question..?" You asked with a shy smile, searching his eyes. Not trusting his voice, the boy nodded, watching with a smile as you leaned in again. He put one hand on your waist while you moved to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the tips of his hair, his other hand still cupping your face. A couple more minutes passed while you kissed him, finally pulling away. You watched him lovingly, smiling before resting against his chest, your head tucked under his chin.

He chuckled lovingly at you, holding you to his chest, sliding down the bed some more while still keeping you close.

"I love you." You whispered, making him kiss your forehead with a soft smile. You lifted your head to place a quick kiss to his shoulder, your hands resting idly on his hips.

"I love you more..." He challenged.

You moved back to look at him again, kissing him softly and leaning your forehead against his, lips still lightly brushing over one another:

"I love you most," You whispered.

[ilyfynn]

mmu nation i enlist your help in giving me something to do instead of listening in biology. yes i am a halex stan and these are all secretly an excuse to write more halex. 19k is not enough. behold: my first ever poll

more info about each below (proper infodump) (I know I say that I dislike all of them but just choose)

the below all contain halex

modern murder - so I took one look at an extracurricular GCSE class (mine) and went HOW FUN WOULD IT BE IF I MADE THEM MURDER EACH OTHER because they are So Mean and I don't like it. so i jiggled the dynamics around a bit and ended up changing all the characters so now I'm left with a murder au. I planned it across a while but did most of it at 1am, and especially considering I only really write shipping fanfic idk how it is for a murder. however I plan to write all of these someday so as I actually Came Up with an idea I will persevere if needs be

flower shop au - now this was entirely an excuse to write a flower shop au because it would be so freaking cute if alex sent hazel flowers like. LIKE. can you see my 2am vision here. but ofc it's mmu so I had to mysterify it and ngl the mystery I made is kinda trash but. CAN YOU SEE MY "i-planned-this-all-in-one-go-at-12am" VISION????? overall I don't mind this au but I think there isn't much purpose to it so that's why I dislike it somewhat

5+1 - alex-centric halex au. honestly an excuse to make him fall in love again because oblivious alex for the WIN. I probably will write this one first if this poll ends up being of no use because it's plain Pining and I love that

time loop x hanahaki - now this one is one to have an excuse to make myself cry. I really like making characters die, and I really like halex, so I try to make it work whilst being realistic. unfortunately the plan for this one only exists vaguely in my head and my mind and I have disagreements about how well it would work when executed, especially since the scene I've chosen requires a lot of thinking behind the scenes (I suck at that)

do a songfic: I am notoriously good at coming up with songfics that seem really good to me but are really just awfully executed. I'm thinking message in a bottle by Taylor

come up with another one - fake dating au????? I'm thinking that because probably the most impressive and glorious fanfic I've ever read was a fake dating. love love LOVE it. though it would have to be a very long and well thought out one because I'd want to make it Perfect. additionally it would take aaaaaaaaaages to plan but when I do write it I want it to be the peak of my experience in the hyperfixation (it won't because I'll probably have thought of a better au by then)

in conclusion I dislike most of these but will write them anyways. please excuse how I hate my writing too, ARGH I need to work on that. thank you for reading I infodumped very heavily here (I pin the blame on a looooong day)

[dark--whisperings]

TUMBLR YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO SEND THAT YET. THAT'S A DISCORD ENTRANCE, NOT AN INBOX ENTRANCE.

with that said

[SLAMS DOOR OPEN AGAIN] Have you ever written .... a songfic?

NGL, that gave me a good chuckle. 😂🤣

OOOOH I love this one! I guess it depends on what you would consider a songfic! In the more traditional sense, the answer would be no!

That said, a lot of my inspiration for fic prompts comes from music! Either direct lyrics, or the vibe of a song overall. A really good example of this would be my fic Falling Deep into You.

This inspired by the song "Let Me In" by Rezz. The sexy vibe of the song really spoke to me, and I was experimenting to see if I could translate that sound into words. I also played around with the lyrics a lot. I actually had them in my document as I was writing, and then played around with translating and building them into more colourful descriptions. ALSO ALSO, this was my first posted fic for the Obikin fandom, so I absolutely have a soft spot for it.

(for this ask game, keep them coming if you're curious!)

[circinuus]

🫶 — @voidcat (gotta sign off like that bc tumblr doesn’t allow to switch accs when sending an ask 😭) anywys hi ik we don’t talk and r that silent mutuals who interact w one another but ily oki bye good niiight

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

wait?? omg???? HELLO HII ILY TOOO IM A BIG FAN OF YOUR WORKS and yeah I'm a bit shy when it comes to interactions 😭 so thank you for this message and so sorry it took me long to answer 😔💔

actually maybe I'll take this as a chance to yap about my songfics and songrecs hehe

(1) a sky full of stars - coldplay

to be honest, there's really not much lyric meanings slipped into this fic but I finished the req and this song just clicks

in a sky full of stars, I see you (chuuya x reader)

(2) coffee - jack stauber

it's a song about caffeine addiction but to be fair I was addicted to chuuya and this song is so silly goofy for a flopreader with a bad case of lovesickness in valentine's day

"do I need it? am I under control?" (chuuya x reader)

(3) too sweet - hozier (song rec)

another popular song and context aside, I love his voice and ngl the lyrics slap

(4) love wins all - IU (song rec)

ARE YOU KIDDING ME please watch the MV, I'm devastated and this is so doomed lovers coded. I've thought about this song a lot but never decided who I'll be writing this for

(5) never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you - rick astley

[hqprotectionsquad]

here to ask if anyone has a favorite story of mine 😔✊ please let me know via anon ask :) if u can say why, that would actually mean a whole ton to me

consider this as one of the last things i do for this account because i’m going to actually start planning the other account :’)

[igarbagecannoteven]

okay i’ve listened to 5sos5 a handful of times now so i think i have a general vibe check in my head so! i thought i’d do a track-by-track bc that’s what the Cool Kids™ are doing and i am but another lemming rushing towards the cliff that is the trends of the 5sos side of tumblr. also this got so fucking long so if you read the whole thing you get as many gold stars as you want lol

Easy For You To Say: this is the song that stayed stuck in my head after I listened to the whole album. It’s incredibly catchy and has heaps of good lyrics! Admittedly I don’t really follow the entire narrative but I think that’s more of a me thing than a reflection of the lyrical content. (and i do get most of it! there’s just a few threads i have yet to tie together.) i love the play on words that is “a piece of peace of mind”. sonically it has me bopping my head to the beat basically the whole way through! I think it’s in a good location in terms of the album as a whole

COMPLETE MESS: definitely a single for a reason! it’s one you can shout-sing along to which is always a plus i like the rushing sound leading into the chorus/other different moments, and lyrics-wise i love that it can be read as platonic or romantic love :)) that’s how you know they’re catering to me. also! michael’s part! the way it changes the tonality/meaning and the way you can hear him smiling as he’s singing!! and of course the fact that all of them sing on it!!! we love to see it! my main con is that it’s pretty repetitive lyrically but still i won’t hold it against them. this song makes me want to write a fic that would fit the title “you make me (a) complete (mess)” so badly but alas i have yet to come up with a plot to match its energy

Bad Omens: i LOVE the way this song plays with leaving the “else” off the phrase “you love somebody else” it’s soooo narratively interesting and i would love to see an angsty unhappy ending songfic that utilizes this concept (if anyone wants to write it *eyes emoji*) i like the way it loops very nicely (it fades in and out in the same way which is satisfying) (and possibly a metaphor for the futility of the relationship? but maybe i’m reading into things too much lol) the line “I should have known right there and then you were a runaway” feels like a very 80s lyric (and not just bc it reminds me of runaway by bon jovi lol) i will say i am not as in love with it as everyone else seems to be (idk why it’s the big hit out of the non-singles?) but it’s not bc it’s bad, it’s just probably not going to have me obsess over it

Take My Hand (Joshua Tree Version): if any song deserves to be called vibey it’s this one. i think the musicality and the lyrics really work well together in this song, especially for the verses. there’s an almost melancholy feeling to it and now that i’ve listened to it several times it’s started to resonate with me more and more. like a lot of the songs on the album i’m not sure how often i’ll go out of my way to listen to it, but that’s more bc this album isn’t necessarily in my go-to genre than a measure of the song's individual worth. i feel conflicted about the extension to the song, bc on the one hand behind the scenes-type stuff! the voice note vibes make me soft! But idk if it actually adds anything to the song on its own,, like if i didn’t love the band i don’t think it’d really do too much for me. also what is he saying the background! it doesn’t sound like all the same lyrics! let me hear it!!! omg i forgot to mention the “few more souls on the bus now” line it’s just *chef’s kiss* no notes nearly made me cry when i heard that bit live ngl

Me Myself & I: another banger of a single (that is a bit too repetitive for its own good) it’s catchy it’s fun to sing along to and i honestly don’t have much else to say about it lol

CAROUSEL: the first time i listened to this all I could hear for the first,, minute? at least? was a taylor swift 1989 lost track and i have yet to totally shake that off lol. (see what i did there?) driving metaphors!!!! there is a tiny part of me that’s reminded of u2’s city of blinding lights during the chorus (which is a compliment btw) but that’s just bc i’ve listened to that song way to many times lol. it’s a good song, but i honestly have very few opinions about it other than why is it capitalized?? is it tied to the other capitalized songs somehow??? 5sos tell me what your thought process is!!!

Older: skip! sorry y’all it’s just not my vibe i rarely like piano ballads as it is and i just think that it has several places where they *could* have done something cool and then didn’t. i will say seeing the performance of it in the tofu live show did melt my frosty heart but not enough for me to add this one to my liked songs.

HAZE: idk why it’s titled what it is but it’s a bop! I love the way the vocals swap off; it’s done quite cleverly imo and i think it shows the different strengths of each of their lyrical styles well (if i’m right that the vocals match some of the writing credits) it’s vibey it makes me want to stick my arms and pretend i’m cruising :)) also thematically it’s a little like a dog waiting impatiently by the door bc their person is out and about which i love

You Don’t Go To Parties: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the cashton vocals!!!! the bass!!!! the car metaphor!!!! also the repetition of the number five anyone?? clearly they’re 555sos fans /j also they’re totally referencing the maine in the second verse right guys? guys? but in all seriousness i love how visual the storytelling is! the lyric “racehorse trippin' on the dirt that you got on me” is very !!! especially bc the beat for the verses almost “trips” over itself (although maybe that’s just me reading into things lol) also i am very happy that my opposite vibe-check wish/comment that i made way back when they first dropped the titled kinda came true bc it’s def more of a banger than people were predicting :)) we love to see it. i am ignoring the fact that the title is capitalized incorrectly but telepathically i’m telling them to put their song titles through that capitalization checker next album

BLENDER: !!!!!!!! banger of my heart!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is def my favorite of the singles it’s just *such* a bop i will never listen to this song without remembering bouncing around in the very tiny cabin i was quarantined in at the time this song dropped and honestly i don’t hate it! this song makes me smile every time i hear it i love the line “ricocheting off the bed” even though i’m honestly not sure i’m interpreting it right i love the bassline i love how danceable it is!! i don’t have anything coherent to say lol it’s a bop idk what more you could ask for

Caramel: i don’t have the vocabulary to talk about the instrumentals in this song but it’s a vibe! it’s a song that demands you move your shoulders and i’m lowkey here for it. the harmonies are tasty the chorus is catchy the bridge is mmmmmmmmmmmmmm i’m fascinated by the choices made in the outro but in a positive way? altho i could take or leave the acoustic bit tbh. in a less positive note, we all agree that the only reason it’s named caramel is bc there aren’t a lot of songs named that and they wanted a certain number of one word titles, right? bc unless there’s some deep meaning i’m missing there’s no reason for that to be the title (that being said i’d love to for there to be a secret meaning please tell me 5sos i want the secret caramel knowledge) the other negative of this song is that it’s inevitably going to start a debate over the right way to say caramel (which isn’t the way they say it in the song fyi)

Best Friends: when i first started listening to the album i took a moment to accept the fact that this song could be a love song and that i’d be okay with it and then it was a friendship song and i got to breath a sigh of relief lol. the chorus is wonderful to shout with your bff (this has been tested 😊) it captures this younger feeling compared to the other songs on the album and i vibe with it! the line “life is like a poem written on a bathroom wall” is *such* a good lyric and conjures up such specific images! it’s a banger it’s a song to bounce along to i could see it in a jukebox musical as like the happy triumphant near-the-end song

Bleach: talk about a mood shift! (i think this is the song that reminded me of maisie peters? i’m pretty sure) i love the swapping of the vocals, it does something different in this song than in the previous songs which is fascinating to me! i love the line “everything i was spinning down the drain” it’s just. yeah. it’s a good quiet song for the album; it fits in well and is a good breath in if that makes sense

Red Line: a train song!!! i can’t wait to listen to this on my next train ride y’all don’t even know. it’s got vibes and a cool concept. that being said it’s not a huge standout song on the album, but not through any particular fault of its own; i don’t think it’s going to be one i listen to a ton (other than on public transport lol) i do like how the standard version closes out with the train door sound, it’s fun!

Moodswings: i love how the song makes me sway in play (you could say that i’m almost swinging) (get it? it’s a play on-[gunshot]) i would love to see an apocalyptic take on this song tbh (“through bloodshot eyes the sky is fallin’” anyone?) i think it’d make a deliciously angsty songfic! also love the self-destructive and codependent nature of the lyrics i just think that they portray it well!

Flatline: a bop! it’s a great “first love” love song it’s catchy it’s got some slightly strange lyrical undertones in the pre-chorus that i would love for someone smarter than me to analyze bc otherwise i’m going to coming up with a truly unhinged explanation (and that is a threat) i can def see why it’s a bonus song but still good!

Emotions: i want a proper rock cover of this song so fucking bad please i would pay real people money for it i think i deserve it!! michael’s voice is, of course, *chef’s kiss* i do wish the lyrics weren’t so,, broad? if that makes sense? i think the bridge threw me off lyrically the first time i listened to it bc i was like ‘yeah i get this feeling’ and then the bridge was just. not relatable lol but that’s a me thing (and now part of me’s like ‘are there some sarcastic undertones?’ bc i’m here for it if they are) but yeah i don’t really know how i feel about this song yet i think if i get my hard rock cover then it could be my next favorite song but until then it’s just a sort of vibe ig

Bloodhound: swapping vocals to change the narrative!!!! we love to see it!!!! very tasty bassline the beginning of the chorus makes me giggle a little it’s a funky beat i’d love for it to get a cheesy halloween themed music video the bridge makes me wish i could step dance (is that the right phrasing?) everyone who’s said michael singing “he took an L” is perfect is so correct i am mind melding with you

TEARS!: this songggggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you may call me predictable for saying this is one of my favorites but come on. how i could not love this song??? once again the cashton vocals coming in clutch i mean this really is a song for the rhythm section in all the ways! the line “i’ll feel better if i let myself sink deeper” is really going straight for my jugular and i am 100% here for it. it’s such a good exploration of these kinds of depressive states and i just!! hrghhhhhhh also their voices on the last “alive” in each chorus????? SO fuckin tasty i want to eat that one note. the bridge reminds me strongly of something but i can’t think of what it is :(( also ashton’s voice on “fifty rounds of uppercuts i’m bleeding”???? i am going to throw myself into a pit. i understand why they made it a bonus song from a stylistic standpoint but also why. it deserves to be on the main tracklist. it’s got a great mixture of the style of superbloom but make it 5sos and i love that for it! my only complaint is the title like. wtf guys. like yes that is what it sounds like when it’s said in the song but that doesn’t make it title material! but that’s okay i forgive them since it’s such a banger <3

[darthmaulification]

Ooooo….I just had a soft thot🥺….what if Maul had an s/o who sang him gentle love songs at night or whenever he wanted!! I’m specifically thinking of Cat Powers cover of Sea of Love!

A/N: anon... please... 🥺🥺 my heart.... 🥺🥺 this thot is so pure and soft and nice.

and sea of love is a rocking song and i love cat power’s version of it. i also enjoy the original by phil phillips & the twilights, which definitely has that late 1950s twang to it (if that’s more your cup of tea).

and this honestly turned out so good to me so i hope that you all (especially you, anon, because you requested it) eat this up because i read it and my own writing made me cry lmao. 

hopefully i’ll have another one shot out by the end of the week AND the jango fett nsfw alphabet that i’ve had in my drafts for a while. 😊👍 stay tuned!

hope you enjoy!! 💗

content: ...just so much fluff 🥺, soft!maul, established relationship, super domestic ngl, gn!reader, maul has a love/hate relationship with romance movies, sort of body worship/admiration-y??, kind of a songfic?? but also not really??, the amount of metaphor/symbolism i use is almost condemnable 💀, but i LOVE figurative language 😤

word count: 1,382

Nighttime always brings with it peace. 

Chirps from crickets float into the bedroom with the summer breeze, mingling with the audio from the Rodian holodrama Maul had snagged from the market a couple days ago. The air is warm, and lingering with the faint smells of the meal the two of you had shared at dinnertime, the clean laundry in the baskets, and the candles you had lit earlier. It’s dark, the only light coming from the holovid and the single candle on the nightstand.

The long day before left you both (mostly you) exhausted from doing much more else, so the appeal of snuggling up in bed and winding down was very enticing. Curled up next to Maul with his arm wrapped around you, head resting on his bare chest, you sigh deeply, contentedly, and close your eyes. You’re comfortable, happy, and slowly feeling lulled to sleep by the rhythmic beats of Maul’s hearts.

“I don’t understand why Nonuk doesn’t just tell Goro to back off.” Maul growls out, gesturing to the Rodian actor in the film whose been bumbling about for the past fifteen minutes, trying to find the love interest. Despite Maul’s utter distaste for anything typically sappy and romantic, he’s always loved watching rom-coms just to tear them to shreds. You laugh in your throat, not opening your eyes, but responding softly.

“It’s to build drama, Maul. Gotta keep Nonuk and Leena apart for as long as possible.” You say, lifting a hand to rub your lover’s chest gently, smoothing over his muscles in a comforting manner. While you obviously love touching him intimately, the gesture is more so meant to calm him, as you know firsthand just how worked up Maul can get watching romance films. 

With stupid characters, stupidly in love, you think to yourself, looking up at Maul, who scoffs and rolls his eyes. He’s so handsome, it makes your heart ache.

“I know. But it doesn’t prevent Nonuk from being a coward and a fool.” He continues, growling in his throat when the Rodian on the holodrama somehow just misses the love interest at a market. He goes on about another apparent foul that the accursed Nonuk makes, and you hum absentmindedly in response. Maul’s voice fades as you drift deeper into your thoughts, watching your fingers trace along the sharp, curved edges of Maul’s chest tattoos. You glide them across his pecs, where the tattoos dip to his sternum, accentuating his muscles.

Every time you look at Maul, you’re blown away by how beautiful his skin is, captivated by the stunning crimson that reminds you of raspberries, the deepest part of a sunset, and blood all at once. And there’s even more to say about the midnight black handiwork that decorates his body, inky patterns that swirl and dance all over his body, that make him a work of art. A masterpiece.

“... and, of course, Goro must be there!” Maul’s sarcasm-laden voice finally raises to a volume that pulls you from your reverence of his body. Your heavy-lidded eyes roll up to look at his face, where a deadly sneer is plastered on his face. His narrowed, golden eyes are glaring blaster rounds at the holovid, the dialogue of the holodrama and his heated commentary reaching your ears in unintelligible murmurs. Curiously, you find yourself reminded of a song, one that you’d heard long ago, but whose melody stuck with you ever since.

You’re not sure why this moment, with Maul near bristling with fury, reminds you of such a tender song, why it’s the only thing that you hear in your mind as you look at him. It’s such a contradiction; Maul is seething and fiery, the song is mellow and sings of the sea. Maul is a roaring flame, yet he makes you think of the consuming embrace of water. How curious it is to have such delicateness embodied by a force of nature, a wildfire man...

“Sing it to me.” The direct, abrupt words have you brought down to earth immediately, and suddenly, it feels, Maul’s stare is now locked to yours. Faintly, you’re embarrassed, but mostly you find yourself impressed with how deeply you managed to delve into your mind and not notice Maul had paused the holovid and been looking at you for any given amount of time.

“Were you snooping in my thoughts again?” You accuse, but you feign the annoyance, not truly upset, not while you’re staring into the two most beautiful eyes in the galaxy. Maul’s expression morphs into one that tells you he had, but that he wasn’t sorry about it. He grins and the arm he has around you pulls you in tighter. Your body presses against his, and again, the song plays in your mind. Maul’s free hand, the one not firm on your waist, comes to rest upon the side of your neck, just under your ear.

“I’m not that good of a singer.” You whisper, that tingle of embarrassment rearing it’s head again, and you can’t help but worry over the sound of your voice, how you can’t exactly carry a tune all that well. Maul’s thumb rubs a single circle into your cheek, swiping against your cheekbone. His touch is both tender and firm at the same time, compelling a sigh to spill past your lips.

“You sound perfect to me, sweet one.” He rumbles in response, and the pet name destroys any remaining resolve you had, melting the apprehension like snow in the springtime. A blush still gathers at your cheeks, though mostly from the proud look on Maul’s face, and you hum, pull in a breath, and begin on the inhale,

“Come with me, my love

To the sea, the sea of love.

I want to tell you,

How much

I love you.”

You pause briefly for air that seems to be pulled immediately from your lungs by the starry-eyed look Maul has, and by the purrs that almost imperceptibly shake his chest and the hand you have atop it. After you swallow an inhale, you continue,

“Do you remember

When we met?

That’s the day,

I knew you were my pet

I want to tell you,

How much

I love you.”

The last words aren’t sung so much as you speak them, because Maul decides at that moment to pull you fully on top of him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, ever mindful of his horns, and kisses your skin. Nibbling slightly, he speaks against the skin beneath your chin, “Go on.”

And you do, with a smile.

“Come with me, my love

To the sea, the sea of love.

I want to tell you,

How much

I love you.”

The final verse is tender and full of love, the type the song sings of, the love that you feel for Maul, the love he feels for you, that reveals itself in his handsome face, the hand he has on your cheek, the arm wrapped around your body, your hand on his chest, the warmth of it all, the dusky night sky, the lit candle, and even the laundry that you did today, together— All of it, is love. Pure, unadulterated, consuming love.

You know Maul shares the same thought, so easily (at least for tonight, that is) the words don’t need to be traded, don’t need to be passed between the two of you because the have been the entire night.

I love you. I love you.

Maul kisses your chin, you kiss his Cupid’s bow. You’re both wrapped in the sheet, legs entwined.

I love you. I love you.

Maul’s as hot as a furnace, and you seek his warmth. His arms wrap around you and one hand clenches your hip, tight and commandeering. The room is scalding with heat, the candle on the night stand glows brighter.

I love you. I love you.

You and Maul lock lips, and it’s like the bedroom becomes a star. Your eyes flutter shut, and everything becomes as precious and as valuable as the gold of Maul’s irises. Maul’s tongue tastes like the jogan fruit you had eaten for dessert, sugary with that tang that reminds you that he is still Maul.

I love you.

I love you.

And the nighttime has always brought peace.

[cabinofimagines]

think of me

a/n ; this is one of my favorite songs to sing ngl but i also am really bad at songfics so i figured i should practice. and also i was feeling really gay all of a sudden and yeah it’s apparent. lmk what y’all think lmao

song ; think of me by sorry, peach

pairing ; piper x mortal!reader

warning ; hella feelings, hella angst, some gay yearning if you read it that way.

“You cuff the sleeves of your t-shirts

You were never the type not to chat

You bit your nails every time you were nervous

I was so in love with that”

“I thought you told me you stopped this, Piper?” you whisper worriedly, examining her surprisingly soft hands in your own, ignoring the heat that ran to your face. She had a horrible habit of picking and biting at her nails whenever she got stressed or nervous. You’ve tried nearly everything to help her stop before she bit away the nail completely, but nothing stuck.

She sighed heavily, cutting her ever-changing eyes at you. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking, as per usual, but that didn’t stop you from clutching her hand in your own.

She smiled softly and moved to brush a stray hair from your eyes, “Don’t worry, I’m working on it!” With one swift glance at your intertwined hands beneath the lunch table, she continued to shovel food into her mouth.

You wish you had pressed her more about it after that, you really should’ve. But the warmth her hand gave, her slim fingers slowly falling between your own and resting there comfortably until the bell rang. The feeling was so intoxicating that you didn’t push the subject, choosing to just bask at the moment at present.

“You like to turn up your music

You regretted your stick poke tattoo

You held my hand every chance that you got

I was so in love with you”

You moved slowly, trying not to jerk her around or move too abruptly and drop her hand. She’d been adamant about holding onto you. She always joked it was because you’d get lost otherwise and she didn’t know how you’d survive on your own, but you kinda figured out that that wasn’t entirely true.

She wouldn’t admit it, but you knew she had abandonment anxiety. As much as she loves her dad, she was desperate for his attention, and she would do anything to get it. Though it seemed everything she did, every outrageous stunt she had pulled hadn’t done the trick. Mr. McLean was always too busy to deal with her.

From here you could see the wrinkle in her brow, way too in her head to notice what she was missing at the moment. You could hear every lyric her earbuds spat out, once again way too loud to be safe. You shook your head and stared at your hands, thumb smoothing over the small heart tattoo on her index finger. 

She swore she didn’t care what Ed tatted on her, but when she saw the shitty outline of a heart, the sigh of disappointment she let out was enough to show that she regretted it. It was cute if you squinted at a distance, but she’d never believe you.

Even though I want to let you go

I want you never to leave me behind

Let me be there in your memory

I will reside in the back of your mind

Where you’ll...

Of all the places you could’ve had your first kiss, you never thought you’d be kissed on the slide at the elementary school playground. But honestly? You can’t imagine it anywhere else

She met you at the end of the slide, watching you slide down the bright yellow plastic with a huge grin plastered on her face. You thought it was an accident at first, assuming she was leaning down to help you up and maybe lost her balance, but she pushed you back instead.

Her choppy brown hair hung freely around her face and the sunset’s golden hues washed over her features, making her skin almost shimmery. Her eyes resembled kaleidoscopes and her lips were pretty and full. You could never forget the feeling of overwhelming love that washed over you that day, at that moment.

And when she closed the gap, locking her lips with yours, you froze. You were so captured by everything that is Piper McLean. From the tickle of her hair across your cheek, her nose brushing against your own as you kissed, and the sweet citrus scent that lingered around her.

In that moment, pressed against the burning plastic of an elementary slide, you knew that Piper had captured your very being. And you weren’t going to fight back.

Think of me, think of me, think of me

Think of me, think of me

Just 

Think of me, think of me, think of me

Think of me, think me

You love my hair when I cut it

You patched up my skin when it cracked

You told me you’d always be my biggest fan

I was so in love with that

You watched her carefully as she placed to bandaid over your knee and smoothed out any creases. She looked up with a grin and moved to peck your forehead gently, calling you clumsy and helping you up off the concrete. The skateboard you’d fallen off of rolled off to the side, almost forgotten the moment you hit a rock and fell off.

It was embarrassing. You just wanted to show her how hard you’d been practicing and you managed to find the only rock at the skate park and eat shit. You scratched the back of your head, fiddling with the strands that were now shorter than before. 

Piper let out an amused hum and moved a hand to your hair and brushing it softly so she wouldn’t mess it up, “I like this,” she mumbled, trailing her lips up to your ear and kissing the corner of your cheekbone lightly, “it makes you look more grown-up.”

You inhaled sharply, too sharply. You choked suddenly, eliciting a hearty laugh from the girl in front of you. You playfully glared as you collected yourself, clearing your throat and moving away to collect your board.

“Jeez, i’m a whole ass clown today.”

“Just today?”

You groan and she chuckles, wrapping her arms around you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Why don’t you try it again?”

You shook your head, “No I’m gonna fall again and then you’ll just laugh at me again!”

She gave you a firm squeeze, “Promise that I won’t. C’mon, I’ll be cheering you on the whole time!”

“You dream like nobody’s judging

And do everything that you want to

You always wanted the most out of life

I was so in love with you”

Nobody would think it with how much trouble she puts herself in, but she’s actually very thoughtful. You could spend hours on end listening to her plan out the future, trying to push away the butterflies that appear each time she mentioned you as apart of it.

She had everything planned out in this perfect little scenario and it was so sweet... and a little sad. She spoke about how she would convince her dad to leave the fame behind so they could do things like they used to. She wanted you to meet him and have him tease you about your relationship with her. 

“Like a normal dad, y’know?”

You’d hum and scooch over to snuggle into her side, wrapping an arm around her middle and burying your face in her neck. Her sweet scent filled your nose, intoxicating you and coaxing you into a peaceful sleep.

“You’ll see, Y/n. It’s all gonna work out.” 

“Say that I happen to make you cry 

when I told you you were being unkind

Honestly, I tried to leave you be

But you reside in the back of my mind

So I want you to...”

You didn’t argue often, but when you did it was never easy. Piper has always been a really sweet girl, but she has a tendency to lash out when cornered, you knew that all too well. You tried leaving her alone to calm down but then she brought up the one thing you never expected to hear.

You turned with an icy glare, “Did you just...?”

Piper’s expression faded into a one of shock, not believing the words that came out her mouth. She stuttered, reaching out for you and flinching when you brush her off.

“Y/n I’m sorry--”

“That was really uncalled for, that’s not okay.”

A tear fell from her eyes, “I shouldn’t have said that, I wasn’t thinking. Please don’t walk away!”

You huffed and glared down at the floor, trying to stop your hands from shaking, “You never think, Piper. Whenever you get angry you just say whatever you’re thinking!” 

“Y/n I--”

You gave her one more glare before turning on your heel and marching away, ignoring the ache in your heart when you heard her breakdown behind you.

“Think of me, think of me, think of me

Think of me, think of me

Just 

Think of me, think of me, think of me

Think of me, think me”

“I want it to hurt

I want it to ache

I want you to know how it feels

To have your heartbreak

To feel all the things that you do

And everything I go through

When i”

You stared across the street, frozen in place as if you’d seen a ghost. Your eyes welled with tears, watching the girl who never left your thoughts carry on as if you never existed. She looked nearly the same, hair still choppy and braided, that mischievous glint in her kaleidoscope eyes. She looked happier.

Beside her stood two boys, one stood taller with short blonde hair and furrowed brows, the other stood shorter with a mess of curly black hair and an impish smirk on his face. By the looks of it, they were waiting for the bus to arrive, Piper and the shorter boy sharing stories and jokes while the taller one sat deep in his thoughts.

You sniffled, your heart racing and aching and you tried so hard to ignore it all. You urged your feet to move forward, begging your legs to take over and continue walking home. But you were stuck.

Funny how you were the first to walk away when you had her and now, now you were stuck in place; longing for the girl who sat a street length away.

The blonde boy looked up suddenly, tensing as he probably felt your heavy stare. He stared back with a stony look, tilting his head in confusion when you didn’t react. 

It was only when he brought it to the attention of Piper and her friend that your body began moving again. You shuffled down the street at an awkward pace, never looking back despite the gaze on your back.

Piper McLean may never see you again, but you sure do hope she thinks of you. A least a little bit.

“Think of you think of you think of you

Think of you think of you

Just

Think of me think of me think of me

Think of me think of me too”

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taglist ; @smileitsisa , @beneaththeiceandsnow , @hermionessimp , @fangirlofanythingrickriordan , @a-taken-url , @noisyalmonddreamer , @mmmelanie​ , 

[smoochi-dazai]

✿ “ Perfect Two ” ✿

—> Bungo Stray Dogs, Nakahara Chūya | reader / @soukokuwu​​

—> Sweet | Gift / Songfic

—> Description | It’s a surprise. Love you Rachel <3 feel better and remember to smile honey.

Note: I’m sorry if it’s bad, it’s really late and I didn’t have much energy to begin with. I just really wanted to make you smile today, you deserve so much. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but Chū and I are here for you. It’s pretty rushed sadly... I hope it’s tolerable still atleast. Ngl I feel sorta sick at the moment, but when there’s a friend in need- you are my priority. Probably a lot of mistakes too. 😭 it’s almost 4am-

Words 2.5

When you first met, the last scenario to play in Chūya’s mind was for you to be standing in front of him with a beautiful white gown. Those adoring eyes of yours, leaking any emotions you tried to conceal in your heart— the same heart you’ve given to him since your first exchange of smiles.

But here he was, getting dressed in a expensive tuxedo, preparing to await for his beloved future wife in the wedding room.

Imagining you in a gorgeous wedding dress had him shiver in anticipation, trying to calm down his flustered heart.

You can be the peanut butter to my jelly

You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly

You can be the captain

And I can be your first mate

You can be the chills that I feel on our first date

“ Let go of me, Chūya! ” You growled, beginning to whine as Chūya reached over you for his wine glass which you rudely snatched from his grasp while his back had been turned. “ You’re heavy as hell, fuck off before I make you regret it! ” The frustration in your tone seemed to increase rapidly, trying to convince yourself to be genuinely angered with the hot headed boy leaning against you. He practically had you pinned on the couch while you held his wine glass in an outstretched arm. Chūya’s shorter arms unable to reach for it while cursing at you under his breath, attempting to keep himself composed for you. He never enjoyed yelling at women, but it was so incredibly hard with your proud smirk forming before his eyes.

“ Until you return what you fucking stole, I refuse. Now hand it over ” Chūya’s voice was rather composed aside from the curses, until you still refuse to budge. Losing all rational thoughts, he applied more of his weight ontop of your body, his lips grazed against your ear while muttering in an aggravated tone. “ I’d like to see you try and threaten me again, it won’t be pretty in a minute. Now hand over my wine so I don’t have to do something damn rash... ”

“ As if! You’re always rash, you don’t scare me Chūya.” You snicker, unfazed by his clear threat.

It was true, nothing he did was threatening to you.

He loved you so much, and that was his first date with you. Together you drank the night away, holding each other on the couch. He planned to go out to a restaurant but the weather had other plans. Drops of rain echoed in the room all night, adding to the atmosphere.

You can be the hero

And I can be your sidekick

“ Chuya, what happened?” You gasp at the sight of him outside in the rain, returning home from yet another Mafia business trip. “ Are you okay? ” Your concerned voice echoes throughout the darkened skies, observing your injured boyfriend.

“ I’ll be fine, just ran into a couple morons who really pissed me off. Fuckers were stronger then they look— huh? ” As he began to speak, you were already dragging him inside of the house. Running throughout the home in search of medical aid, he couldn’t help but smile. Watching you stumble over your own feet as you arrived back in front of him, a small chuckle escaped his throat. Catching your attention, you kneel down to tend to all his cuts and bruises, allowing your chin to lift a bit and stare at him for a moment in confusion.

You were always waiting at home, welcoming him with open arms. An uncontrolled warmth lit a flame in his heart, each and every time you’d aid him with any issues that would come up.

He loved you so much.

“ Take me with you next time, even if I’m not as flashy and powerful like you. I can’t stand you arriving home injured again. ” you mutter weakly against his skin, leaving small kisses on each bruise.

You can be the tear That I cry if we ever split

“ Why don’t you ever use your head, Chūya?! ” You shout will a pout by his grave mistake in eating the last of your food, this was your first argument. Silly really, it was all just a misunderstanding. Tears threatening to fall dramatically from your eyes, the puppy look was sickeningly cute to Chuya.

“ Hah?! How was I supposed to know that it was yours!? ” Chūya was incredibly frustrated, arguing with you over eating leftovers from the other day.

Even while you were angered, both of you were incredibly fond of the other.

You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'

Or u can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

Waking up at your side was always Chūya’s desire after your returned romantic feelings for one another.

“ Wake up, you’ll be late for a meeting again if you continue to cling on me like this— Chū? ” you desperately try to pry the fatigued red heads arms off your waist. His face nuzzled into your chest while keeping a firm grasp on your figure.

“ Hell to the meeting, I need you right now. ” Chūya grumbled, attempting to rest again peacefully without you nagging him about work he didn’t want to think about so early in the morning.

“ Come on Chū... please? I don’t want you to be late because of me. ”

Don't know if I could ever be without you

'Cause boy you complete me

And in time I know that we'll both see That we're all we need

Exchanging smiles, laughs and happiness felt like pure bliss. Hand in hand, you both walk out in public together- enjoying the cool breeze of a beautiful autumn damn.

“ Keep your head down. ” Chuya suddenly said, while you simply tilted your head in confusion. As he accepted the fact you wouldn’t listen to his direct order, suddenly he lifted his hat off his head and shoved it over your face. Blinding you temporarily-

“ Wha-“ man you were confused, receiving no response was rather frustrated too. Lifting the hat off, you glare at him. Softening when you see a couple other men across the street who you could only assume wouldnt be too fond of chuya being away from work for a date with you. He was only hiding you for your own safety—

Thanking him with a peck on the cheek was plenty for him to begin smiling again. A small blush flushed on his cheeks.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

He loved you so goddamn much, and there you are. A blush adorned your cheeks as you stare at your feet shyly, walking down the isle for your wedding. Meeting his eyes as you lift your head. Both parties felt butterflies flap their wings in their stomachs.

Standing so vulnerably infront of him, all he could imagine was your future together. He was really marrying you here and now, it’s settled.

'Cause you're the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for you)

You take the both of us (of us)

And we're the perfect two

Did he deserve something so beautiful? An angel dating a Mafia executive was odd, but he accepted it. The thought rarely crossed his mind, to distracted by your utter beauty.

You were really his, and his alone.

Preparing his vows, your Chū complimented you smoothly before exchanging a loving, warm hearted look. His eyes were so warm and endearing, your heart began to melt.

We're the perfect two

We're the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two

You were perfect for him, as he was perfect for you. The missing piece of the puzzle finally joined.

You can be the prince and I can be your princess

“ Why the hell did I agree to wear this. ” Chūya glared at himself in the mirror, a tiara placed on his instead of his typical hat. The same hat that you held over your own head happily, laughing at your cute prince in the shoes of a princess.

“ awe, stop complaining. You’re so cute, Chū~ “ Oh how he despises your teasing, growling as he rips off the tiara and chucks it to the side.

He looked ridiculous, wearing a cute frilly dress after losing a bet with you. Now he was forced to be a princess for his day off work, he’d complain more but atleast he could hear your cute laugh.

You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist

You can be the shoes and I can be the laces

You can be the heart that I spill on the pages

“ I bought something for you, I hope it’s to your tastes.” Chuya’s chilled voice meets your ears as he enters you home, a sudden smell of freshly made pastries hit your nose. Running over to greet him and the awaited snacks-

“ Is this from the bakery across town?! Chu!! You didn’t have to do this” you freaked out, wanting to repay him somehow. “ how much was it? I’ll get the money for you right now. ”

“ Not telling.”

“Why??”

“ I bought it of my own accord, a gift for my beautiful girlfriend. Accept it or I swear I’ll force you to eat it anyway. ”

Groaning, you were finally convinced to accept the gift. Opening the box he held onto, there was a bunch of little donuts freshly cake. They were decorated with tiny hearts sprinkled on them.

Taking the box, you set it aside. Whipping around, you immediately grasp onto his face— pulling the shorter male into a passionate kiss as thanks.

You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser

You can be the pencil and I can be the paper

You can be as cold as the winter weather

But I don't care as long as were together

“ You are covered in goosebumps, here- take my coat. ”

Before you could even refuse Chuyas offer, you felt a larger coat be thrown over your head. Smiling in the warmth, you can’t help but snuggle in the material of your boyfriends coat.

It was a snowy day out, sending chills throughout your body. The coat alone didn’t appear to work, so the normally hot headed boy wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your frame closer to his. Radiating heat, you can’t help but melt against him. A pleasant sigh escaped your cold lips

Don't know if I could ever be

Without you 'cause boy you complete me

And in time I know that we'll both see

That we're all we need

“ I love you. ” just those three words alone, were enough to tie chuyas heartstrings around your finger.

“ I love you too, Sweetheart. “ He muttered back, feeling as if he could faint in any moment.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

Those same words never once lost their meaning, after your vows- both you and chuya leaned closer to each other.

“ I love you.” You both whisper in unison.

'Cause your the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for you)

You take the both of us (of us)

And we're the perfect two

A timid smile was exchanged before chuya pulled you into a kiss, everyone began to cheer. Tearing up as they sat up and clap.

You regan wrapping your warms around his neck, resting on his shoulders while a hand found its way in his hair. Tugging it gently as you feel the kiss becoming much more intimate, deeper and to say in in simple terms- hot. At the same time, his hands grip your hips firmly.

We're the perfect two

We're the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two

...

God he loved you.

...

You know that I'll never doubt ya

And you know that I think about ya

And you know I can't live without ya

Marrying someone was always a tough decision, it was a lifelong dedication that may break. But you refused to let that happen with your beloved- even as a hot head, this bb would kiss every part of your body to let you understand how much he adores you.

Never once did Chūya have doubts for marrying you, he wanted this so badly it hurt. It was a dangerous game, to marry you even during his work at the mafia- but they all loved you. Mori and Elise insisted on arriving at the marriage to congratulate you.

I love the way that you smile

And maybe in just a while

I can see me walk down the aisle

“ Do you realize how hot you are? “ You randomly say out loud, not realizing your thoughts were brought to the real world.

“ Hah?” Chuya stared at you in utter shock. Not quite understanding if he heard you right.

“ I asked if you realize how Hot-headed you are, W-Why are you looking at me like that? “ you attempt to cover up your mistake, blushing bright red while turning your head away. Adverting you gaze from his to the wall-

Ah, the memories of your foolish coverups.

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

Pulling away from your passionate kiss, your eyes remain shut even after the connection. Chuya takes notice of this, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead to catch your attention. Allowing you to meet eye to eyes once again—

'Cause your the one for me (for me)

And I'm the one for you (for u)

You take the both of us (of us)

And were the perfect two

The ring officially will be stuck to your finger for eternity, glittering beneath the moonlight as you lift a hand to the sky. Allowing your head to fall against Chūyas shoulder. Both of you sat comfortably at the doorstep of your home— hours after you became officially husband and wife. Absolutely carefree, you guys ignored the rest of the world for just this moment.

An arm was strapped around your waist, securing you from any dangers of the night. Chuya refuses to let you frown so long as he’s there at your side, he loves that smile of yours. Planting a gentle kiss on your head.

Were the perfect two

Were the perfect two

Baby me and you

We're the perfect two(yeah, yeah)

“ I love you. ”

“ I love you more.”

“ You sure about that?”

“Are you really going fight me on this?”

“Yes.”

Oh how you two haven’t changed.

~Fin~

[doyouremem8erme]

i was tagged for this by @calamity-unlocked sdghsdfhjs!!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

on my main pseud? 12. including the ones on my other pseud and the ones i changed to be anonymous bc of old/cringey writing? 18.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

~58k, but a lot of that is from my friend's fic that i coauthored a couple chapters with. my personal total is ~39k!

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

i have a Lot of Extremely old fics lingering in my drive from my warrior cat days of elementary and middle school but my ao3 is only Steven Universe and Amphibia, with one SU/D&D crossover!

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

don't blame yourself (because you tried as hard as hell)

this one is just a oneshot i whipped out in a couple days that ended up being pretty popular! marcanne hurt/comfort apparently resonates with a lot of people, lmao.

heir of the flowers

this is the previously mentioned collab fic! i considered not including it on here since i feel like @fullmusicbard is really the holder of those kudos, but i'm going to just go by ao3's stats, so there's some promo for her! it's a canon-divergent steven universe fic, going with the concept of "what if the escape in the episode 'jailbreak' didn't go as planned?"

heroes on fire

a self-indulgent late-season-3 amphibia theory fic! beginning with the defeat of andrias, going through some recovery stuff, and eventually, the defeat of the night! i really haven't worked on this for a while since i have other projects in progress, but i'd love to get out the remaining chapters before the season 3 premiere!

homesick (if it helps you breathe)

i'm so glad that this fic ended up in my top five after all the work i put into it! this is a songfic, based on "homesick" by sleeping at last, made up of a series of interconnected vignettes about the girls being trapped in amphibia for many years. i put a ton of work into this, and i think it paid off!

noise

a long-abandoned steven universe fic, based on a concept of steven's gem being bleached in change your mind. i wish i could come back to it, but i've lost my interest in a lot of the darkness of this au.

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i try to respond to comments as often as possible, but sometimes i feel intimidated if some author whose fics i stalk pops by to post one! sdgsdhj i do read and highly appreciate every single one!

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

frog, i have a lot of very dark fics that i've now set to not show up on my profile. the angstiest one i have currently published would have to either be everything. or look at how my tears ricochet. they are about the same character, same scene, same concept, so i'd say they're tied!

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

one of my current wips is a crossover with redwall! however, the only crossover fic i've actually posted is a D&D crossover with steven universe: on the sea

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

i really don't think i have? if i did i deleted it and blocked it from memory sghfsdjgs

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

absolutely not lmao

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, i haven't!

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i've mentioned this a few times, but i featured as a coauthor on a few chapters of my friend's steven universe fic heir of the flowers! go give that fic all the kudos sgdhfsdhjghj

13) What’s your all time favourite ship?

any ship of the calamity trio is awesome ngl. sashannarcy is so snazzy sgdsjhgjs. in order, my other fave ships of them are marcanne, sasharcy, and sashanne. frog i love them.

14) What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i have this drabble of the scene where anne breaks her arm in toad tax completely written out but i'm just not sure what to do with it! i feel like it either needs to be half of a two-shot or embedded as a flashback/memory scene in another work (which i've actually done with my drabbles in the past!) but for now it's just sitting in my drive.

15) What are your writing strengths?

i've been told again and again that i'm amazing at emotions, and i think a lot of that is because of how much my character interactions pull from my experiences. for instance, homesick was originally conceptualized as a vent while i was away at summer camp, and i just stretched my own homesickness even further in order to capture the feelings of the girls! it's not uncommon for dialogue in my fics to be pulled directly from my life.

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

getting a fic of any actual real length down on paper! i am blown away by anyone who can have a fic that's anything over 50k words– my total wordcount for all my published fics doesn't even break that!

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i've never included another language in a fic, half because i'm too scared of butchering it with google translate, half because i've never had the opportunity or the need to! if i did, i feel like my best option as someone who only speaks english would be to simply write the dialogue in english but note that it was said in another language.

18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

warrior cats.......

19) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

homesick (if it helps you breathe) or eyes forward!

tagging @fullmusicbard and @ anyone else who wants to steal this!

[kpoppwriter]

Angel Is The Centerfold

Genre: Seungkwan x fem!reader songfic (Centerfold - J. Geils Band)

Words: 832

Warnings: swearing/language

Synopsis: Those soft and fuzzy sweaters too magical to touch. To see her in that negligee is really just too much

A/N: aha since I love talking about cam girl/boy aus and we haven’t talked about that shit in a while, I thought I’d bring it up again in the form of an 80s song songfic. I love this song ngl its a classic (this fic is inspired by the song but isn’t verbatim) 

“You’re not gonna believe what I found.”

“What a way to start a conversation,” Jeonghan teased

“No listen,” Mingyu said while sitting down beside Seungkwan and Vernon on the couch, “So I was looking through a...site and came across this girl!”

Seungkwan didn’t even glance up at Mingyu, his phone keeping him happily occupied. Vernon on the other hand was somewhat curious.

“Ew dude. Really was hoping not to see any porn from you today,” Vernon groaned

“Shut up, look at who that is?!”

Curiosity got the better of Seungkwan, especially when Vernon let out a surprised gasp. He looked up at Mingyu’s computer to see a girl in pure white lingerie pleasuring herself. Seungkwan was about to look away when he finally recognized the girl, a gasp falling from his mouth too. 

“That’s Y/N.”

You had met Seungkwan when you were younger, back in elementary school. You had just transferred and you didn’t know anyone. Seungkwan saw you and was immediately smitten. You were like an angel to him that graced his life. He was extremely shy with you at first but after seeing you every day and passing notes, you got close. Very close. You were best friends, inseparable during school and always hanging out after school.

As you got older, that bond never wavered. You two would still hang out when his schedule was too busy and you stopped by the dorms from time to time. You hadn’t caught up in a while and now he wished you had. Clearly you were up to some...interesting activities. 

Seungkwan had called you over to the dorms randomly, which wasn’t unheard of for him but it felt odd. There was a way that he was talking to you that seemed unusual. You just brushed it aside and told him you’d be over in a little bit.

“Kwannie,” you pulled on his sleeve, “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Like kiss-kissed? No, not really,” Seungkwan glanced up at you, “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, I just...” you pulled your sweater sleeves down, “I was just curious as to how it felt.”

You fiddled with the hem of your sweater, not really sure why you were asking him in the first place.

“Like, Chan already kissed a girl and he’s younger than us! It’s a little unfair honestly. We’re in almost in high school and Chan’s practically a baby,” you huffed

“Do-Do you want me to...kiss you?” Seungkwan asked

You blush at the sudden proposal but you didn’t say no. You shyly nodded, your eyes refusing to make contact with his. He let out a shaky breath before leaning in close to your face-

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“Ya! Seungkwan!” 

The male looked up at you as you stood in front of him. You narrowed your eyes at him, his quiet behavior was very out of the ordinary. You took a seat next to him on his bed.

“What’s up with you today?” you asked, “You seem off.”

“I’m fine,” Seungkwan said, clearing his throat, “Just something’s on my mind.”

“What’s on your mind?”

He stared at you. You looked so innocent, so pure. He couldn’t believe what you were doing in your free time. He had nothing against the work but it just didn’t seem like something you’d be doing. You were the cute little girl who wore sweaters that were too big and was shy to have your first kiss to him. Not a sexy grown woman that pleasured herself for the enjoyment of others.

“Just...” he paused trying to gather his thoughts, “I saw some of the work you do on the side.”

“Oh?...Oh!”

You weren’t quite sure what he meant but the blush forming on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t look at you confirmed what he was talking about. The camming. Seungkwan awkwardly fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

“How’d you find out?” 

“Mingyu.”

“Of course Mingyu found it,” you chuckled

There was silence for a moment, the awkward tension filling the room.

“Did you watch?”

Seungkwan’s eyes went wide as he looked over at you.

“No! Well...a little bit but that’s because Mingyu was shoving the computer in my face and-”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Seungkwan’s face was tomato red, his mouth shut so he wouldn’t admit the truth to you. He was quiet as he stared at you.

“You can tell me the truth Kwannie,” you whispered 

That nickname has never felt so sinful. Somehow you stripped the sweetness and cuteness from it and the nickname you had called him since you were kids had a new feeling behind it. 

“I..I did,” he admitted

You giggled as you leaned in and pecked his cheek. 

“Maybe one day you’ll have to let me give you a private show,” you purred into his ear

Seungkwan gulped and looked at you wide-eyed. You laughed as you stood up, walking towards the bathroom. You could feel Seungkwan’s eyes staring you down and you had to admit, you rather enjoyed it. 

[apopcornkernel]

which of your fics...

tysm for the tag @deinde-prandium!! ive been putting this off for so long kfjghsd

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got: when i first posted it, i was honestly really proud of paris in the rain. it’s got a good amount of kudos, actually, but i’d hoped it’d garner a little more since 1) ladynoir and 2) ladynoir under umbrellas

…received more attention than you expected it to: on tumblr, its definitely the language barrier (isn’t that high). like, i’d expected maybe a hundred at most? but now it’s at 1k notes and @theanxiouscupcake even made me some delightful fanart for it ;-;;;;;;;

…is your funniest: i’d say it’s a tie between X Æ A-12 and the 2nd chapter of somniloquy

…is your darkest/angstiest: oh boy, dark and angsty are two different things. darkest is definitely this missblang songfic (no other sadness in the world would do, please heed the tags) i wrote for a challenge, and angstiest is sentimental trickster, a marichat oneshot (i am Begging you to read it while playing the song i linked in the notes please)

…is your absolute favorite: ughhhh so hard to choose,,, but currently my favorites are lucky (we’re in love) and shortest route!

…is your least favorite: a crack-ish fic that was the first one i ever wrote. don’t bother looking for it, i removed it from my works page bc i really did noooooooot wanna see it

…was the easiest to write: surprisingly enough, the language barrier was pretty easy to write. like, yeah, there was a chinese part in it, but thanks to me being chinese it wasn’t exactly hard?  plus pleco always has my back. anyways what im trying to say is i wrote that in like an hour and then bam, done

…was the hardest to write: ughhhhhhhh ok so the answer to this hasnt even been posted yet. it’s a 15k cinderella-ish thing but the THING IS. i made the horribly dumb decision of making them enemies bc of a misunderstanding and ITS BEEN FOREVER AND I STILL CANT POST BECAUSE I HAVENT RESOLVED THEIR CONFLICT PROPERLY. i hate myself for making it this complicated

…has your favorite line/exchange/paragraph (share it): ohhhhhhhhhhhh i have a lot but uh i’d say this snippet from lucky (we’re in love) is the best:

And Ladybug lit up—there was no better word for it.

Her face glowed in the moonlight, silver on her skin and rose in her cheeks. She smiled so bright that he swore her teeth gave off their own light. And her eyes. They sparkled like little stars, filled to the brim with happiness.

He could stare at her forever, wondering what secrets were held in those eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. Wondering if maybe, just maybe, her eyes were not just filled with joy, but also with affection.

...

He'd long fallen head over heels for her, and it had only grown with each and every thing she did. The way her freckles spread across her cheeks like constellations he'd gladly spend a lifetime studying. The way her eyes crinkled up when she smiled at him. The way she stood up to akumas, fearless and confident in her strategies.

...ngl if i quoted all the things i loved abt that fic we’d be here all day because lucky (we’re in love) is probably my magnum opus

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time:  lucky (we’re in love) or patronizing the patisserie! it sums my personality up well: ladynoir and fluff. (and i will never not insist that lucky was my peak)

…are you most proud of: once again... lucky (we’re in love). look that was the best ive ever written, and probably will write. i can only hope i can live up to my own standards in the future KJGHDHTY

tagging @inkjackets @theladyfae @theanxiouscupcake @kitten-noire and if you’ve already been tagged just ignore this whoops kfdjhstrh

[rogue-barnes-16]

BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

Tags:

Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

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"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

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Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

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Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore 

[fritterforlife]

Hey, I’m still alive, just self-isolating. Here’s some content I guess.

Yeah, it’s a shocker, I know. Anyway, here’s all the frit (and one solo Frost) I’ve made in the past few months in chronological order. Sorry I like. Y’know. Disappeared. Hopefully this somewhat makes up for it maybe?

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Alright, starting from the top...

Here’s a sketch I did March or April sometime. I haven’t drawn these bois in forever, so it’s pretty meh. Also this is a photo that was taken in pretty bad lighting so it’s kinda crap quality.

Here’s a scan of a scared boi. Ngl, facial expressions are literally my favorite thing to draw. Ever. Especially angsty ones asdkhgalkshg Drawing facial expressions usually doubles as vent art too. I have a terrible habit though of mimicking the faces I’m drawing without even realizing it, so I got a lot of “You good??”’s from my friends while I was drawing this askdlhasghal

ALRIGHT, HERE’S THE MAIN PIECE. This is fanart of a scene from the songfic Dear Rabbit, by the amazing @bunny-carrothunter​​, which can be found here. I freaking love this fic so much, and I like, seriously NEEDED to draw this. I think I looped “I Know I’m A Wolf” by The Young Heretics (which was the song that inspired the fic) for over 12 fucking hours while working on this... I wish I was joking. Here’s copies of both the original scan and the tradigitally finished piece.

Okay, THIS ONE... This one looked SO much better in my head and I see it as a total failure so it’s not even deserving of a good photo/scan. I’m only sharing it regardless because it’s still frit content so whatever. sorrynotsorry. Also for whatever reason “When The Seasons Change” by Five Finger Death Punch served as the looped motivation for this and I don’t even know why. It’s not even really a fitting song for Frit but eh.

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I’ve also drawn an NSFW piece that I’m planning to eventually turn into a gif but as ya’ll know, tumblr has a problem with NSFW coughbutnotnazisorotherthingsthatarewayfuckingworsecough, so I think I may make an NSFW twitter, and if I do I’ll let you guys know. I’ve also gotten quite a bit better with drawing NSFW so if you have any of my previous garbage then please yeet that shit out of existence. I also have 2 new smut oneshots posted on Ao3. (this meh one and this way better one) So, heads up about that too.

And there you have it. That’s all the Frit I’ve drawn lately. Hope ya guys like it. :P